My Awakening

By CrackCorn

(I'll forward it to the author)

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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My Awakening

Chapter 1 Babysitting

When I was 16, a schoolmate, Kevin, asked me to go with him to the Hallowe'en Magic dance. My first date! Wear a costume or at least a mask, dance in the gym under autumn-colored lights to music by a local teen band! I liked Kevin. He was nervous after school as we walked to our bus. A first for him too. I appreciated his courage, said "Sure, I'd love to," and immediately worried what Mom would say. Well, it wasn't to be. Mom said that on dance night we had to visit her aunt at a senior village. Dad could sometimes be forceful but he generally deferred to Mom regarding raising me, their only kid. This time he looked up from his book and said "Oh hell, let her go! This kid needs to have some fun!" For some reason Mom was adamant, unrelenting. It was like this during those years–Mom always kept me from activities with schoolmates. I don't know what she was afraid of. No sleepovers, no dates, hardly any parties. So I really didn't get to have friends. I saw other kids bantering with each other and flirting. But all that took place in a world I didn't know. Boys were a big mystery. I rarely got a chance to spend any time with them. Once when I finished my lunch I looked across the noisy cafeteria I saw Kevin watching me. He quickly looked down, but then looked again and smiled. I wanted to respond but didn't know how–no experience dealing with boys. My curiosity, though, was a fast-growing thing.

One day something amazing happened. Mom told me a neighbor, Mrs Nolan, had called and asked if Patty (that's me) might babysit their Ben. After the initial shock I told Mom I would do it. Ben was a quiet 12-year-old–athletic, slender, and well-mannered–a curly-haired and tanned standout among the kids on our street. Ben seemed fixated on sports. I never saw him around any girls. I'd often see him sailing by on his bike to middle school while I waited for the high school bus. We always smiled at each other. Maybe he liked the look of me–maybe I didn't look too bad. Sometimes I noticed people's eyes lingering on me with little smiles on their faces. Dad called me 'beautiful' or 'pretty one.' I thought he might be exaggerating. Some aunts and uncles also told me I was pretty.

The babysitting assignment got me thinking more about that handsome little Ben, and how spending an evening with him might be a fun way to get to know more about boys, even their bodies. Was I perverted to be thinking this way about a cute little guy younger than me? If so I had little control over it. Oh well, I thought, I'll just be real friendly with Ben and see what happens.

The job was on a Friday night. Mom advised me to be polite, and to call her immediately if there were any problems. I dressed in shorts and a baggy sweater which somewhat concealed my pretty good chest development. When Mrs Nolan greeted me at the door she looked me up and down with a little smile of approval. At first I thought she was happy with my baggy appearance, but later wondered if she simply approved of my looks and the person I seemed to be. She herself looked pretty amazing in a low-cut little black dress and pearls. They were going to a fancy dinner party and would be out late. I was to put dinner out for Ben and me, make sure we cleaned up, just be with Ben until his bed-time about 11, then wait for the parents to return. Cute little Ben came from somewhere to greet me shyly. As they were leaving the dad smiled broadly at me, and thanked me for helping. Maybe he also liked the look of me.

Ben had on sweatpants and a tee shirt. Light brown curls framed his tanned, good-featured face. I tried to think of something to do together with the boy. I asked him to slowly stir the chili as it warmed on the stove, while I grated cheese and made garlic bread. I stood close, our hips barely touching at times. Ben moved a half step away–I didn't know why. I was quite sure he wasn't afraid of me. Maybe a strange girl this close was new to him. I'd be patient. I hoped my freshly-bathed smell might be a little attracting. Our place settings were directly across from each other in the breakfast nook. We talked about school, teachers, kids we knew, who was cute, whether Ben had a girlfriend and I a boyfriend. I told him I wished I had one as cute as him. His eyes sometimes drifted to the front of my sweater. A happy idea came to me: I told him the sweater was from my grandmother and felt nice against the skin; I took his hand–he recoiled only slightly–and placed it near my shoulder so he could feel the material, and also maybe realize that I could be quite friendly. Tentatively, he felt the soft material and said "Nice."

Ben said he never had a girlfriend, and this presented a second opportunity for touch! I put my hand on his leg, looked into his eyes, and told him I thought he was very much OK and would have many. His shocked look made me think he was maybe a little slow dealing with girls (just as I was slow dealing with boys, at least until this moment). When he was loading the dishwasher I leaned over him to help, my soft chest resting on his back. I steadied myself with a hand on his hip. I felt unusually brazen. This time he didn't move away.

So I was finding ways to be a little close to the boy–but what next? I challenged him to a game of checkers, figuring we might put our heads together over the board on a little table. He drew red, and soon mounted a vigorous attack while I was distracted by his darned cuteness. I told Ben I had to pee. In the bathroom I rashly removed my bra and stuffed it in my backpack. As the game resumed Ben seemed to glance more often at my chest. He became a bit distracted and lost a few pieces. We ended up with one of those draw games. Then we each won a game. This wouldn't fill the whole evening.

Ben suggested a movie. I looked through the Nolan's DVD collection and found a slightly risque romantic comedy. A large recliner faced the big screen TV. I took a chance and asked Ben if he thought we could both fit in it. He responded with a dubious "I think so." We made some popcorn. As we settled into the recliner I had a sudden happy inspiration to spill some popcorn into his lap and then cheerfully pick it up. What a success! Thanks to the soft sweatpants fabric I thought I felt a little feature in there. Ben said "Hey!" and I kept fumbling around for more popped kernels, in the process accidentally-on-purpose definitely touching his nice warm thing.

As we were about to start the movie I told Ben my legs were a little cold, and asked about a little blanket for us. He clambered down, lifted the lid on a window bench, came back with a big knit throw, and crawled up next to me. We settled in again. I began to regret my choice of shorts which were a little uncomfortable and restricting—sweats would have been more comfortable. Maybe if there were a next time.

The movie rolled. Ben and I were so close together my hand naturally fell on his upper leg. I left it there, and grabbed his thigh twice during exciting scenes. When the popcorn was gone he slipped his arm under mine and rested it on my thigh. It felt wonderful being close to the good-looking little guy. Ben seemed to relax, and started smiling more. Then an inspiration came to me. It was dishonest but my curiosity was so strong. During a slow scene I pretended to nod off, with slow deep breaths. I thought he might try to wake me but he didn't. I let my hand "unintentionally" slide toward his boy parts, stopping against the side of his warm and healthy hard-on. Ben seemed to accept my drowse. I counted a full minute, then still "sleeping" let my hand rest almost on his boner. With closed eyes I followed the soundtrack.

Then another happy inspiration! I pretended to suddenly wake up, saying "Oh! I'm sorry I drifted off. What did I miss?" Ben pushed pause on the remote and started to explain some of the action. I interrupted, "Oh my gosh, I saw where my hand ended up! I'm so sorry. That was very kind of you not to wake me." Ben said "Oh that's OK." He seemed to be rapidly losing any reluctance about closeness.

I told Ben it wasn't really fair that I had unintentionally touched him there, and could I make it up to him by letting him touch my chest? "Sure!" he said enthusiastically.

"It's only fair" I said "How about when the movie's over?"

The End eventually appeared on the screen and we shut if off. Ben clambered down and put the bowls in the kitchen. He came to the living room and stood a ways from the chair, not sure what would happen. "Well, I owe you," I said, "I might as well pay up." He slowly climbed back in the recliner. I threw the blanket aside, leaned back, presented my chest as if reluctantly resigned to paying off a debt, and said "OK Ben, go ahead."

Ben turned shyly toward me, tentatively reached out with one hand to ascertain the "lay of the land" through the sweater and passed his hand over my boobies. I stayed motionless, enjoying the nice touches through the soft sweater. I said "Try the nipples Ben, see if they change." A quick learner, he began lightly pinching them.

"Yeah! Seems like they're getting bigger and harder!" he said with a slightly husky voice. I put my hand back near where it counted on his sweats, and let the back of my hand rest against his sturdy boner. I was in heaven. It was even sweeter thinking Ben might be a complete newbie, like me, to these pleasures.

For a few minutes Ben ran his hands around my chest. I noticed that it was after 11pm. I was afraid the parents might suddenly come in. "Alright Ben, it's late and time for bed."

"OK," a subdued reply. I told him maybe I could babysit him again sometime. "Great!" he said. Once he was safely in bed (doing whatever little boys do when they're excited) I put the bra back on and cleaned up the kitchen. When the parents came in Mr Nolan gave me two 20-dollar bills and walked me home. I told him Ben was a real sweet boy. The dad seemed very friendly, and asked if I might be available again in the future. "Sure!" I said, but was thinking that if Mom knew how the physical stuff was going she would definitely prevent this beautiful new thing in my life.

Chapter 2 Scared

Waiting for the school bus Monday morning, and remembering Friday night's fun, I started wondering if I had any powers of attraction. My developing body seemed to easily draw in my new 12-year-old charge. Without a plan I had been able to conjure nice pleasures for both myself and the boy. Would I ever get another chance with him? Had I killed my chances by going too far? Would he say anything to his parents, or friends? The mom may have somehow suspected my awakening curiosity—would she ever call me again? These thoughts were swirling when I saw Ben biking toward me on his way to school.

He pulled up and smiled, and looked me in the eye. Then he looked at my chest, obviously recalling Friday night, and said "My parents are going to an art festival. I said I didn't want to go. If my aunt can't watch me they might call you again."

"That's fine with me," I said.

"It's in a month or so."

"Oh, you'll have a girlfriend by then," I teased.

He said "I don't think so. But I don't care." He glanced again at my chest. We smiled at each other. Then the little guy pedaled off.

When I got on the school bus I saw Kevin sitting alone. It was kind of an unwritten rule that girls didn't sit down next to boys. But after my babysitting adventure I felt I was on a roll and somewhat hesitantly sat next to Kevin. I told him I appreciated his asking me to the dance, even though I couldn't go. He said he had gone to the dance alone. As we talked about school stuff and watched the streets roll by outside I let the back of my hand rest against his leg. It was a warm day, he was in shorts, my skin touched his. Where did I suddenly get this courage? Kevin reacted calmly, but like me began smiling like a fool. We started looking out for each other during school. It felt like a beginning–maybe a little start dealing with an actual boy my own age, and a nice boy!

After a few weeks Mrs Nolan called Mom. Apparently when the aunt heard about the art show she wanted to go too, and take her kids. My job would be a Saturday afternoon and evening 'til about 11. If Mrs Nolan suspected anything weird about me she didn't reveal it. Mom said the Nolans felt lucky to have found me, and she actually looked at me approvingly. I'd have to keep her from getting suspicious about my growing curiosities. I had to wait a week for babysitting assignment #2.

At one o'clock on the appointed day Mrs Nolan let me in the front door. She looked thoughtful and focused, and welcomed me kindly. After some preliminaries she said, "You know, Patty, Ben has started asking about girls' breasts, why they have them, why do they wear bras, do they like having them–all sorts of things he never seemed interested in before. This new curiosity seemed to start after you babysat him. Did he somehow take an interest in your cute little body when you were sitting him?"

I got a horrible feeling I was in big trouble, and the Nolans might think I was a pervert. Even worse would be my mom hearing about it–she'd control me more than ever. I must have looked distressed because Mrs Nolan quickly said, "Listen Patty, we are so pleased with this change in Ben. We had thought he would never get interested in girls. His father says that by age 12 he had a terrific curiosity about girls' bodies. But we never saw this in Ben until now. So we may owe you a big thank you!"

Holy cow! What I had been feeling guilty about was actually valued! I saw that the Nolans were completely different from my mom. I told Mrs Nolan a mostly true account of how during a movie I had briefly dozed off, when I woke noticed my hand was on Ben's lap, I apologized and offered to let him touch my chest so we'd be even. "Just what I would have done at your age if I had been as clever as you." she said, and added, "I think it took someone as appealing as you to finally stimulate Ben's curiosity."

I couldn't believe how good this made me feel, but I still worried Mom might somehow hear of it. "Please don't tell my mom anything about this. She"d never let me come again," I said.

"We girls sometimes need a little privacy and independence" she said.

The dad came into the room smiling at me like I was some kind of hero, or a new, highly-regarded member of the family. He said they were going to pick up his sister and her kids on the way to the art fair. They gave me instructions about food, phone numbers, etc. Then Mr Nolan put his hand on my shoulder and kindly told me I had really helped Ben. The mom said Ben would get dropped off by his coach after his soccer game, saying "That stinky boy will really need a shower! Have him take off his outfit and please put it in the laundry room."

"Tell Ben we said goodbye, we'll be back late-ish, maybe 11." They drove off, and wouldn't be back for about 10 hours. I reconnoitered the bathroom and the laundry room. It seemed that the mom had asked that Ben hand me his clothes so I could put them in the laundry. Could that be? I could try it, I thought, with a flutter in my stomach. Then I went down and got out fixings for sandwiches and soup.

After a little while Ben was dropped off by his coach. His handsome smile broke out when I met him at the door. I told him about his parents saying goodbye, when they'd be back, and how his mom wanted him to take a shower. His knees and shorts were grass-stained and it looked like fast-food grease on his jersey. "Did you win?" I asked.

"3 to 1 and I scored one!" he said, beaming.

"Hey. I'll have a snack ready soon. First we need to get you clean and your outfit in the dirty clothes." Pushing my agenda a little I told him he could go to the bathroom, hand me his clothes and hop in the shower. He seemed slightly disconcerted, but said "OK."

"I'll be right there," I said, "I just have to start the soup."

I tried to time it so Ben would have most of his gear off when I walked in the bath. It worked out perfectly–he was just stepping out of the shorts and was in only his tighty-whities. "Want me to start the water?" I asked. "Sure" he said.

I reached past the cute little guy, turned on the tap and waited for the hot water. When it was a good temperature I said "All ready!" and glanced at him. He was naked, holding the underpants but not in front of what I was interested in so I was able to glimpse his equipment. "Let's have them" I said and held out my hand. He gave them to me, hopped in, and closed the sliding door (which was of nice clear glass). Ben said he had shampoo and everything he needed. I scooped up the clothes, took them to the laundry and returned.

Sitting and waiting on the toilet seat, watching Ben through the glass, I was amazed at how easy the Nolan family was about bodies. And I thought how outraged Mom would be if she knew what was happening. It seemed the Nolans suspected that my mom couldn't accept how teens got curious about bodies, and they were deliberately helping me help their son get interested in girls. Since I never got a chance to be with boys this was just a great thing. I was also happy they considered me both cute and mature enough to handle the situation.

Feeling adventurous I called out "You need me to scrub your back?" "Naw. This brush has a long handle on it," came the answer.

After a while the shower stopped. "I'll get you a towel" I said. Ben started to emerge. I noticed a knee was still grass-stained. "Give me that brush" I said, "your knees are still a holy mess!" I restarted the shower and pushed him back in, then scrubbed the stains off with the soapy brush, glancing (I couldn't help it) at his half-grown equipment. The wiener seemed a little swollen. This was so much more interesting than the diagrams in sex ed class.

"Turn around" I said. He did and I scrubbed his back and cute little rear with the brush, while my left hand, just below his navel, held him steady. When finished I let my left hand fall straight down. It landed on a well-developed warm hard-on which felt spring-loaded.

"Damn!" I said. "I touched you in the privates again! Does this mean I have to let you touch me so we're even?"

"I think it does!" he said, "And this time it was on my bare skin."

"OK Ben. I guess I'll have to be bare skin also," I said. While he was rinsing off I unbuttoned my top and unhooked the bra which hung weirdly so I took everything off above the waist. Little air currents on bare skin made me feel very exposed. I'd never done anything like this before. When Ben emerged with his little prick sticking out I put a towel around his shoulders. Big eyes stared at my naked chest. I said "Time for me to pay up," and ceremonially presented my chest. He didn't hesitate, as if he'd been thinking about what to do, and began caressing my nipples. The wetness from his fingers gave them a chill and they immediately hardened and protruded more than I'd ever known. Then he rubbed and squeezed. His pecker started pointing up. I wanted so much to feel it but restrained myself. I was swooning and hated to end the fun but after a couple minutes said "OK, are we even? Time for some soup."

Ben toweled off his hair, then the rest of him working from top to bottom, then hung the towel on a rack and walked naked down the hall to dress in his bedroom. I was again astonished at this family's casualness about bodies. Maybe our little episodes were getting to be a little exciting for Ben. For me they were terribly exciting.

Chapter 3 Long Day With Ben

After lunch we decided to bike over to the city park. I had to retrieve my bicycle from our house. Mom was home, and gave me the eagle eye and lots of directions on how to keep Ben safe on our ride. She seemed a little pleased I was taking on the responsibility looking after a younger kid. Good thing she had no idea how much fun it was.

It felt so good to pedal through the sun and the wind. When we had to go single file Ben liked to follow. I wondered if he enjoyed watching my fanny. At the park there were some kids from Ben's class. They responded vaguely to Ben's wave. "Aren't they your friends from school?" I asked. He said he didn't really have friends. "Why not?"
 "I guess I don't fit into their little cliques and gangs. I just stick with sports."

"Is there a special girl you like?"

"Kind of. There's a girl named Kylie. But she's shy like me."

I thought it was too bad he couldn't connect with that girl. We stopped on a little hill to watch some college types play frisbee, a good place to talk. "So Ben. This Kylie. Is she skinny or fat?"

"She looks just right to me."

"Is she starting to develop a chest? You know, starting to get some womanly features?"

"Definitely! But the nicest thing is her face. So pretty and smart-looking. She's got long, black hair. Only she's very quiet." I asked Ben if he had a class photo at home with her in it. He thought so, and would show me later. I told him he was developing some nice young-man features, including his athletic build and a roguish smile.

"I know my parents are a little worried about me. Afraid I'm slow 'cause I don't seem interested in girls. Maybe they're right. Guys in my class are always talking about girls' bodies. Some of them have gone on dates."

"So Ben. It seems to me your family is very different from mine. We never see each other except fully dressed. And my mom avoids any talk about kids' bodies, or their feelings, or their curiosities about bodies. Your parents seem very open to it."

"Yeah. We see each other naked a lot. You know, in the bathroom, or looking for something in the laundry. And there's a couple places where we're always naked."

"Really?!" I couldn't believe it. "Where's that?"

"Well for one, there's the hot tub. My dad installed it out back. There's a rule: no fabrics. There's this theory that laundry detergent or some chemicals will mess up the water. So no suits. And also when we go to my aunt and uncle's house and get in the sauna. For some reason everyone is always naked in the sauna and the shower just outside it. I just grew up with it so I'm used to it. Oh! I just thought of a third place. Some summers my folks rent this cabin in a resort where most of the people go naked. There's swimming, volleyball, campfires. It's great."

"Really! And are there girl cousins at your uncle's?"

"Yup. One is older and and one is younger than me. And Roger is my age."

"So you've seen everything! And they've seen you. That must be fun."

"Yeah. It always just seemed the normal way of things. But I never really noticed much about girls till you. I think there's something special about you."

"What?"

"Well. You are a real nice person. You're really pretty. You sort of sparkle. And your skin is so nice and your body seems perfect."

"Wow!" I said. "That Kylie is going to be very impressed with your compliments young man. If you ever get to talk to her, that is. So your cousins–do they like to go naked?"

"I guess so. We've always been that way since we were little. Roger is always wanting to strip off. Meg, the older one, she can be a little bossy. But she always seems nicer when we're naked."

As we went biking through our afternoon my mind was swirling with all this new information. If we ever got to use the hot tub I'd have to completely strip. Ben had already been all the way naked with me, so I supposed it would be only fair for me to be naked too. Ben would see all of me including my little mound partly covered by curly hair. Scary. And thrilling. I had thought I would be way too shy to even consider this, but everything happening with this family seemed to be changing me.

For dinner I made spaghetti, and we cleaned up. Ben showed me a class picture with Kylie. We got out a magnifying glass–a beautiful girl a little darker than the others, long straight black hair. Not smiling. I thought I'd seen her, maybe with her mom at a store.

I asked Ben to show me the hot tub. It was next to the house, surrounded by small fruit trees. There was a wooden pole with pegs for towels or robes. Sitting on the cover I could feel the warmth, and I could see no nearby windows of other houses–mostly fences, trees and roofs. I asked Ben if he was going to use the tub–another opportunity for me to see the naked boy. He said his parents didn't want him to use it alone.

"I'm here to watch you" I said, before realizing how that statement could be interpreted way too truthfully.

Ben said we should ask permission first, and that maybe we could call one of his parents. They carried mobile phones. Thinking we would ask permission for Ben to use the tub, with me merely supervising, I said "Good idea!"

Ben made a call from the landline. "Hi Mom." A pause, then "Great. We went for a long bike ride and had some spaghetti. Patty wants to know if it's OK to use the hot tub." A pause, then he handed me the phone.

"Hi Patty" Mrs Nolan said, "Sounds like you're doing a great job. The tub has been serviced and it's all systems go. The temperature should be just right. Ben knows how to handle the cover and the controls. Both of you should rinse off in the shower before getting in–we want to keep the water nice and clean. There's a shower close by just inside the basement door. Now Patty, you know the rule about no fabrics?"

"Yeah. Ben told me about it. I was considering just watching while Ben went in." Again, this sounded weirder than I intended.

Mrs Nolan responded "Hmm. That's not how we generally do it. You should get in with him. I"m sure it would feel very good. Ben can give you a towel for after. And naked teenagers are nothing new to Ben or any of us."

Oh boy! I was being swept along by events and couldn't control them. I had to make a quick decision. I told her my mom would freak out if she knew. Mrs Nolan told me to hold on while she conferred with her husband. She came back on and said "What you tell her is up to you. We don't feel any necessity to go into detail with her. We've been telling her you're doing a great job for us, and that Ben says you're the best sitter ever."

I took a deep breath and told Mrs Nolan thanks, and that we"d be careful with the water and everything. She said we couldn't really harm anything–the tub was surrounded by flagstones.

My head was spinning after the call. Ben was smiling brightly, maybe anticipating a little fund ahead. I suggested we watch a little TV, and let it get a little dark outside before using the tub. There was a problem with this strategy motivated by modesty, but I didn't realize it until later. We watched a couple TV shows side-by-side on the big recliner. Again, my hand rested on Ben's upper leg close to and sometimes alongside the goodies. A definite something rose in his shorts, and I felt the heat. Ben lay his hand on the smooth inside skin of my thigh. After two shows dusk finally settled outside. I took a big breath and asked Ben to turn off the TV.

Chapter 4 Getting Wet

"So can you show me the hot tub thing?" I asked.

"Follow me." He led me to a shower in the basement. "You can hang up your clothes here, and get a towel from this shelf. We're supposed to get undressed before we turn on the shower–we're supposed to save energy when we can." He quickly took off his shirt. I gladly noticed the area was dimly lit. I took off my top, and was unhooking my bra when I glanced at Ben–he was already naked, maybe a bit erected, waiting, and watching me. Feeling brave, I faced Ben as I pulled down my shorts, but then I got chicken and faced away when I slid my panties down my legs.

Ben turned on the shower which was in a good-sized stall and had no door or curtain. "Do we shower at the same time?" I asked. "Sure! Saves energy. And we can do each other's backs." He stepped into the warm cascade, doused his hair, and started cleaning off his shoulders, arms and front. "You don't have to do your hair if you keep it out of the tub" he told me.

I thought "Well, in for a dime, in for a dollar." I eased all of naked me into the shower and cleaned off everything I could reach. Ben asked me to clean his back (though this was his second shower of the day), and I did so with a bare hand, not neglecting the cute little rear end.

"My turn, I guess," I said and turned my back toward him. Ben rubbed me clean, and the rascal rubbed my butt as I had his. Done. He turned off the water. I wrapped a towel around myself. Ben just carried his.

We walked outside. Little drafts in new places surprised me–forbidden sensations! Ben hung his towel on a peg and handily removed the tub's cover. He had done this before, and seemed unfazed by his nakedness. The tub looked like it could easily accommodate a few big people. Ben climbed onto a step, then down deep into the water with an "Ahh!" It was so dark I didn't feel too exposed, so hung up the towel and climbed in opposite him. The enclosing warmth, the release from gravity, the complete lack of clothes–it was a pure heaven completely new to me.

"OOH! This is great. You are so lucky to have this" I said. We soaked, chatted, soaked, and went silent for a while lost in our own thoughts. Ben said if I got too hot I could sit on the edge for a while. So, pretty much obscured by darkness, I did. I deliberately stayed out long enough to get a chill because I thought the warm water would feel all the more lovely. It did. I could hardly get enough of these wonderful feelings. Ben was out and in a few times, asking like a good host if I needed anything.

Somehow I didn't think about the passage of time. Not until I heard the shower start running nearby and some kids giggling. Everyone must have arrived. I started to get out to grab my towel, but too late. Three naked kids came out of the basement and straight to the tub. "Hi! Is that the babysitter?" a boy said. This was Roger. He flipped on a small outdoor light. I sank down in the water.

"I'm Patty" I said. As the naked kids climbed in, introductions were made all around. The older girl, Meg, looked a little muscular and a glance showed that she was quite developed in the chest. Roger was slender like Ben, and this accentuated his flopping wiener. He got in right next to me and immediately tried to look me over. The younger girl, Tammy, was skinny and very cute, with long blonde hair. She climbed in opposite me. None of these kids showed any embarrassment or hesitation about being naked with a stranger. I couldn't help but smile at the good nature of this amazing family. We exchanged information about ages, schools, vacations, etc.

After a while Mr Nolan appeared. "Five minutes kids, then everyone out. It's getting late and close to bedtimes." I was still sunk in, but Meg had been sitting on the seat with her whole chest out of the water. I wondered if she was showing off for her uncle. Mr Nolan scanned us, smiled pleasantly, and went back in with the adults.

"Darn!" said Roger, "I wanted to stay in for a while." But time was up. After a little while, feeling like the responsible one and realizing I had better get home, I said we should go in. Ben immediately climbed out. Meg was slowest to move. I wrapped my towel around me then got into my clothes as quickly as I could. But another wonder: these kids dried themselves off, then just carried their clothes up to where the parents were. I supposed that later on the cousins would put on at least some clothes for their ride home.

Mr Nolan walked me home again and paid me. As we said "Good night" he gave me a knowing wink, which I took to mean we knew how to keep our mouths shut about certain things with certain people, such as my parents.

As I drifted into sleep that night I recalled the glorious events of the day–scrubbing Ben in the shower, the biking around town, the hot tub, the naked cousins. I realized I had been so caught up in my own modesty that I hadn't paid much attention to the kids' naked bodies. Sure, I had grazed Ben's hard-on but he had a much better look at my tits. In the tub I was so concerned with staying hidden I hadn't paid much attention to all the naked kids. If I ever got another chance I would be sure to study all their interesting parts.

Chapter 5 Kevin's Babysteps

My new friend Kevin and I were by then regularly sitting together on the bus. He was always at the window, I on the aisle. I was actually getting to know a teenage boy! He was smart–seemed to have a knowing look in his eye. But I didn't think he was very confident. He dressed well but not flashy–regular sneakers, not the expensive ones. It was pretty easy to find things to talk about. Maybe he was a little slow, like me, in dealing with the opposite sex. And maybe I was the slightly more confident one. I pushed myself on him a little. I'd watch something go by outside the bus and turn to follow it–this would force my breast against his arm or shoulder. I'd sit close with our legs touching. I'd rest my hand along his leg and whisper in his ear. Once he leaned very softly against me–it felt like true affection. Sometimes he'd move his book bag onto his lap–I suspected the reason. With a smile I looked inquisitively into his eyes, squeezed his leg, and ask why he did that. He played it off as nothing. The second time he had an embarrassed, helpless smile. I knew that he knew that I knew he had a boner because of me. Fooling with this nice boy was getting to be more and more exciting.

Mom seemed to watch me like a hawk. Maybe she sensed that my curiosities were growing along with my body. It seemed to unsettle her. I kept my clothing toned down, and pretended no interest in boys. Dad watched me too. Maybe his smiling self just liked the look of me, or maybe he was watching how my growing curiosity was clashing with Mom's control. Then, an unexpected event! Mom announced she had to go spend a week with her ailing aunt. She and other family members were taking turns doing this. We heartily waved goodbye when Mom got in the back of the taxi. Dad seemed to see the "free" week as an opportunity for me to have some fun, and offered to take me roller skating. He asked if I'd like to invite a friend. Well, one person came to mind. Shyly, I asked if I could invite a boy. Dad asked a couple questions about Kevin, then beamed approval and said "Sure!" Which is exactly what Kevin also said when I asked him!

We picked up Kevin Saturday afternoon. Dad conferred briefly with Kevin's mom who waved to me with a big smile. Kevin and I waited next to the car, not sure where to sit. Dad returned and said "Why don't you kids sit in the back? I'll be the chauffeur!" We got belted in. I almost reached across to take Kevin's hand, and was again surprised at how brave I seemed to be feeling. There were a few kids we knew at the rink–they seemed surprised. I often saw them watching me and Kevin. Dad was our best skater. I did one couples skate with him, but when they called the Sadie Hawkins I quickly asked Kevin, as if some other girl might beat me! Round and around to the music, holding hands in the colored lights. I was on a date! I had a new friend in Kevin, an actual boy. Dad was encouraging and Mom was gone (for a while)!

On our way home we stopped at a pizza joint. Kevin and I hardly knew how to deal with being together, but Dad helped solve the problem by offering to drop us at the multiplex sometime if we wanted to go to a movie. This idea resonated beautifully with my just-discovered pleasure of spending time with this nice boy. When we dropped Kevin off he introduced me to his mom. She smiled graciously, and somehow seemed to be relieved at the sight of me. And we were able to arrange a movie date for the very next afternoon, a Sunday.

The next day I biked over to Kevin's. He introduced me to his dad who seemed very happy to meet me. So this might be another nice family! Kev and I pedaled to the multiplex, got tickets for the teen horror show, of course popcorn, and went up to the balcony. After the loud previews the house lights dimmed. I asked Kevin if we could raise the armrest between us, and he did so. I thought of my little spilled popcorn trick with Ben and wondered if I should try it, but held back thinking: "not so fast Patty!" Kev made sure I was comfortable. I settled in close with my hand next to his thigh. After about an hour I put my hand on his thigh and he put his arm around my shoulder. On screen teen boys and girls were running away screaming from some evil force in a dark cornfield. I squeezed Kevin's thigh. During subsequent frights I moved my hand a little closer to the goodies. It seemed like I was the only one being adventurous. Maybe Kevin lacked confidence because, like me before babysitting Ben, he had little experience with the opposite sex. I shifted position so his hand would dangle on my chest. He slowly started tentatively feeling a breast. I regretted that the damn bra was in the way, but absorbed the forbidden pleasure.

On screen half the teens were bloodied, dead, and lined up for removal to a morgue. The spectral killer was somehow vanquished by an extraterrestrial teenager. The houselights came on so I sat up straight and proper. We downed ice cream cones, then pedaled toward our neighborhood. As we passed a park I asked Kevin if we could stop for a minute. I led him into a clump of trees where I took both his hands, looked him in the eye, told him thank you for going with me, and gave him a little peck on the cheek. He was obviously happy with this, and tried a sweet little kiss on my lips. When we got to his house Kevin's mom seemed very happy that Kevin had had an actual date, and as I left said "Hope to see you again soon!" How nicely everything was going.

Chapter 6 Dad's Strategy With Mom

Mom was to arrive back home Wednesday in time for dinner. Dad asked if we shouldn't ask Kevin to have dinner with us that night. Knowing Mom's strong feelings I thought he might be crazy. Then I realized he'd been thinking about making it possible for me to be more like a normal teenager. He had made a plan to help bring her around. He knew that while she was gone I had started to explore a little. Dad wanted these changes to be a fait accompli when she returned. He was an executive at the electric company, very used to making decisions that affect how things ran. That side of him came out now.

Kevin checked with his parents who said OK. We went to Luigi's, our favorite Italian restaurant. Mom would have to behave well in a public place. I told Kevin the plan, how it could be difficult for Mom, and apologized for roping him into our little family turmoil. "Wow," he said, "This should be interesting." Dad instructed me to do three things: (1) politely introduce Mom to Kevin, (2) ask how things had gone with Aunt Polly, and (3) explain how we had all gone skating.

Dad, Kevin and I were having rolls and butter when Mom arrived and walked toward our table. When she saw a boy my age her shocked look made me wonder how this could possibly work. Dad nudged me. I stood up to greet her. Something impelled me to give her a little hug. Then Kevin was standing very straight next to me and looking into Mom's eyes. I said "Mom, this is my friend Kevin. Kevin, this is my mom. She's been gone a whole week!"

"Very nice to meet you Mrs Avery," Kev said confidently. Mom was flabbergasted, and after a pause mumbled something vaguely appropriate.

Dad quickly said "Have a seat, dear. We waited for you before we ordered. But I did make sure to get you a Cabernet." Mom looked speechlessly at me, then at Kevin. Dad tapped my foot with his.

"So Mom, how is Aunt Polly doing?" I asked brightly. I felt Kev's hand on my leg. It was like a sign of approval for how I was handling myself.

Mom seemed to battle her surprise and collect her thoughts, and finally said "She's weak but in good spirits. And very glad to have me there. She needs help with cooking and cleaning, but can still do a a lot of things for herself. Your Aunt Joanne arrived before I left, so she's not alone." Again, Mom's eyes were riveted on me and Kev. Then she stared at Dad who had a relaxed smile. Right at that moment I could see Mom giving in to the new realities! It was as if she knew she'd eventually start to lose control of me, and realized the inexorable process had begun.

The waiter, a polished-looking and handsome young fellow with slick black hair, diverted us from the tension and took our orders. Then Dad told an anecdote about a lovelorn fellow at the electric company, then winked at me. I related our skate outing and how I would have fallen for sure if I hadn't been holding first Dad's and then Kevin's hand, and how there were lots of kids from my grade at the rink. I felt no need to mention the movie date. Mom even began to engage with Kev, asking about his family and what he liked at school. On the way home I held Kev's hand in the back seat, and gave him a hug before he exited the car. There was an outside light on for him. Dad waited for their door to open and we all gave Kevin and his dad a wave. So the evening could not have gone better. I was actually proud of Mom and how well she handled the shock of the inevitable changes in the family. Maybe she was partly relieved? It must be hard trying to always be in control.

My curiosity and and my urges had been restrained for years. They were suddenly released by my babysitting Ben, my new friend Kevin, and Dad beautifully pacifying some of Mom's fears. The onrush carried me along into even more curiosity. How did boys' peckers work? Were they all pretty much the same? Why did boys sometimes get hard? Why was I so attracted to the looks of some boys, especially when they were shirtless? Sex ed at school had basic diagrams of the mechanics, but it seemed to me that feelings and attractions must have a lot to do with sex and babies. Who could help me understand some of this? I decided to approach Dad.

Mom generally grocery shopped Saturday mornings. The next Saturday Dad was working in his cozy basement workshop. "Whatcha doing Dad?"

"Making a couple birdhouses. One for the light pole in our back yard, and I'll have the boys put the other in a tree where I can see it from my office. They can use a lift to get it up there. So what's up, sweetheart? You're growing up so fast these days! Anything I can do for you?"

He was so kind and reassuring, I thought it would be OK to just dive in. "Well Dad, I've been curious about boys. Can I talk to you a little?"

"Sure Honey, fire away!" he said.

First off, I told him about how when I was babysitting Ben Mrs Nolan wanted me to take his dirty soccer outfit when he got in the shower, make sure he got clean, the dirty knees which I had to scrub with a brush, how Ben didn't mind being naked, and that I learned later that being naked was common for him and his cousins.

Dad said "So you saw his boy stuff? That's just the thing for a curious girl! Did he get an erection, you know, when the penis gets bigger and sticks out?"

"Well yes, I think so when I accidentally touched it while scrubbing him. Later Mrs Nolan said she and Mr Nolan were glad Ben was finally getting interested in girls after spending some time with me. She seems to think I somehow had some effect on him."

"That's no surprise Patty. You're a beautiful girl, not just physically but you're also kind, smart, and warm-hearted. Anything else to report?"

"Well, the Nolans have a hot tub. They have a rule about no fabrics in the water. I wanted to see how it worked by having Ben get in. But when he called his mom to get permission she told me it would be better for me to get in also. So after dark I did. It felt so good I kind of dozed off and lost track of time. Then Ben's cousins suddenly arrived and they also jumped in naked."

"Wow!" Dad said, "you've been having some great adventures. So these cousins, were they boys also?"

"Two girls and one boy Ben's age. I was shy and stayed under the water until Ben's dad came and told us it was getting late and to get out soon. He went back in the house. Ben and his cousins all stayed naked but I quickly got dressed to come home. I also learned that there's a sauna at the cousins' house and they all go naked there, the parents too."

"Sounds nice" Dad said, "Wonder if we should get a hot tub, or maybe you'd prefer a sauna? Well, I think you're a lucky girl to have these experiences. The Nolans sound like nice people. But you were going to ask me something?" I was astonished to hear Dad might be open to a hot tub. What would Mom think? But I went ahead with my questions.

"Dad, why do people always wear clothes? I was really surprised at how good it felt to be naked, especially with the other kids."

"Excellent question Honey. There are actually tons of people who like to go naked. There are nudist camps, nude beaches, etc. And many people like to be naked at home. Evidently Ben's family is like that. How well I remember during our college years your mom and our circle of friends going to nude beaches. And we found this remote swimming hole where we had 2 rules: 1- no clothes, and 2- you had to first enter the cold water by dropping off a rope swing with everybody cheering. I don't know why we stopped those fun things. I guess we got too busy after we got married, got careers, and had you."

"Sounds like you guys had a lot of fun. Mom really liked to go naked?! Do you think she'd ever go for it again?"

"Perhaps," Dad said, "we might gradually re-introduce her to the practice. We'd have to be patient. And brave. For example, how would you feel about being naked in front of your father?"

"Well, until I started babysitting Ben it would have seemed wrong somehow. But now I think it would be no problem." This talk with Dad was going great. Again I thought there was much more to be gained by being brave than being chicken. I took a chance. "Maybe I could find out right now how it feels. I can try going topless."

"Be my guest." Dad said. "But be careful not to shock your mom if she comes home. We better try to ease her into it."

Dad used the word "we!" Could that mean what it sounded like? That he might go naked too? But I left that aside for the moment and feeling so brave and so free I unbuttoned the top of my sweater.

Chapter 7 Bare, and More Bare

I grabbed the bottom hem and started to lift off my sweater. I had nothing on beneath. Dad stopped me and said that maybe we'd better move upstairs where we could hear the car returning on the gravel driveway. Dad settled in his easy chair, I on the couch, then I lifted off my sweater. It felt wonderful. Dad smiled broadly. He probably hadn't seen me this way for 5 years. I couldn't help but ask if I looked OK.

"Honey, you are a most beautiful creature. I don't know how I contributed to it. I'd say everything I see is perfect, like the rest of you." I had always thought my tall Dad was awfully nice looking, and told him so.

"So here's a question. Guys get erections. Other people notice. It embarrasses the guy. Why do they let their wieners get big and hard?"

Dad got a big laugh out of this. "They can't help it Patty. Girls often have that effect on guys. There's not much the boy can do about it. When I was a teen with all those hormones sometimes I tried to prevent it from happening by trying to remember sports statistics, or estimating the distance between things like windows or pictures on the wall. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes it didn't. And girls have a lot of control over whether a boy gets an erection. If the girl looks nice, smells nice, and looks sweetly into his eyes, the guy is often helpless. All he can do is turn away, move away, maybe adjust his pants. Have you noticed boys getting erections when they're with you?"

"Not really. I thought this stuff was supposed to be bad. I didn't look for it. But I have to admit I've been getting very curious these last few months. I didn't have any confidence at first, but the first time babysitting Ben I definitely noticed. We were sitting close together watching a movie. My hand just ended up on his lap and I felt heat coming from his stiff little thing. Why do they get so warm?"

"Full of hot blood. That's what makes 'em pump up. The main purpose of course is to shoot baby-making seeds into the female, and they have to be stiff to do it. This is the way we are built. Helps perpetuate the human species. Of course no one should make any babies until they are grown up, and settled down with a good partner." He went on to say, "Knowing how sweet you are, and looking at your beautiful self, I'd expect a lot of boys would get stiff wieners if they got close to you."

I loved the conversation we were having. And I could feel thrills running through my body. I took another chance. "Dad, do you have a hard-on right now?"

He said nothing at first, just looked up as if at something very far away. Then, "I guess I do a little bit. It's just a normal reaction."

I couldn't see much the way he was sitting. "Does it feel nice?"

"It's something that always feels nice, even though it might be embarrassing or an unwanted distraction."

I was on a roll. "Can you show me?"

He looked into space again. And after a few seconds, "Why don't we gradually work up to some family nudity while trying to bring your mom along?" Of course I had already started by getting completely bare from the waist up, and pointed this out. Dad called me the leader and said he was proud of me. We continued talking, and agreed to gradually show more skin at home, as if it was the most natural thing, then see how Mom reacted. He suggested we call it our "campaign." We'd review our progress when she went marketing again.

I started making changes immediately. I went naked to and from the shower, and didn't even carry a towel. While showering I kept the bathroom door open. At about day 3 of my little campaign Mom finally noticed and asked, "Aren't you afraid someone will see you?" I asked who could possibly see me except my family? She shook her head and walked away. I started wearing skimpy PJs through breakfast, and during evenings when I was doing homework, reading, or watching TV. The weather was hot so it was no problem wearing the thinnest, smallest PJs I had. I generally forgot to button all the buttons and never had on anything underneath.

Dad dressed for the office in the morning. I watched for subtle changes during the evenings. He had always exercised but now he started doing it more (I thought maybe he wanted to appear more fit if we actually got naked sometime). He wore gym shorts and one of those undershirts with straps–I once heard someone call them "wife beaters." Then he stopped using the shirt, and finally the shorts were replaced by boxers. Another thing: I saw him go up behind Mom as she stood at the kitchen counter and feel her rear and nibble at her neck. On day 4 of the campaign he got off his spinning bike wearing boxers, leaned over Mom, kissed the top of her head, and put his hand down her front inside her housecoat–I was sitting facing away from them but quickly darkened and re-positioned my laptop screen so I could watch. She protested but not as much as I thought. I was so proud of Dad.

It was also day 4 when Mrs Nolan called and asked if I could watch Ben and his cousin Roger on Friday night. They were all going to some art show but the boys would rather stay home with the babysitter (me!).

So on the night of the job we had pizza–the standard fallback meal for kids and babysitters–and as we were cleaning up cousin Roger asked if we could use the hot tub. I thought maybe the little guy wanted to see me again, and I was hoping for another chance to pay more attention to the naked boys. "How about you Ben?" I asked. "Sure" he replied.

"The sun hasn't gone down yet. Should we wait for it to get dark?" I asked. Both boys simply said "Why?" So we headed down to the basement.

As we undressed both boys kept me in view. I knew this because I myself was unable to stop watching them. I wanted to see their little equipment. Ben quickly got his pants off–his pecker seemed to be normal size. Roger was maybe a little swollen. Neither had any hair growing there as I did. I decided to experiment. Rather than turn away I faced them and stood rather close. As I slowly revealed my chest they certainly paid attention. As I bent down to take off my shorts and panties I got good looks at their wieners. They were both starting to stick out. Whoo whee! I had to restrain myself from reaching out to touch them.We got in the shower.

"Can one of you boys rub off my back?" I asked. Both boys rubbed me with bare hands under the warm spray of the shower. How I loved it! I said "You're doing great. Might as well do the rest of me." They did a great job on my bottom, legs and particularly the chest. This was heaven. I wondered how far they'd go. They stopped at my pubic hair.

"Here. I better rub you boys down too," I said. I started with Roger's hair and worked my way down his entire body, including rubbing his little stiffy–first time I had actually felt one! I turned him around and reached between his legs to get his balls. His hard-on was now clearly pointing up, not just out. Then I did Ben the same way and got a similar result. Walking out to the tub in the daylight was another thrill. I supposed if there were any snoopy neighbors they were probably accustomed to seeing naked kids–and grownups too–around the hot tub.

I floated on my back in the warm embrace of the water. This put my tits and mound on the surface. After a first inspection the boys were rather casual about it–accustomed to the sisters I supposed–and they started doing boy things like competing to stay underwater. I was far from accustomed to this nakedness stuff, and very curious, so I asked them if they could back float like me. More bony than me they didn't float so well, so I held them up a little with my hands on their cute behinds. This gave me a great view of what I wanted to see. They were similar but had differences. For example Ben's wiener was bigger and curved a little to the left, while Roger's was thinner and straight. While I was holding them up they again got hard. "Wow" I said, "How do you make that happen?" "Can't help it" Ben said, "it does it anytime it wants, and I can't stop it." Roger said it was the same for him. This confirmed my dad's explanation.

After a while, having returned, the whole family group was coming our way, all naked and wet from the group shower. Mrs Nolan must have decided I was accustomed enough to nakedness to deal with adults as well as kids. I remembered to try to ignore my modesty to concentrate on looking. The dads' wieners were soft and dangling, and way bigger than the boys'. The moms had gotten a little thick in their middles and their breasts sagged and swayed a bit. They were tanned all over, nonchalant, and enjoying the evening. The cousin's mom said "Look how pretty that young Patty is." They murmured agreement. Roger piped up saying "her tits are just perfect!" After that remark I felt I should slowly stop hiding under the water. Nine of us crowded into the tub. I couldn't believe how free and brave I felt jostling with naked kids and adults. After some chatting (and observations) I said I'd better get home. Trying to be casual, naked me went to the basement to get my clothes. I walked home in a dream, thanking the Fates. Two months ago I was lonely, frustrated by not knowing anything about boys–now I had all these people, including naked boys, in my life. And Kevin, a boy my age, was becoming a friend. I had learned how much trust there was between me and Dad. And there had been a little progress with Mom.

Chapter 8 Pushing Boundaries at Home

The next morning, a Saturday, Dad and I in our own ways tried to advance the campaign. I had these light-weight jammies with little bottoms and a top with little soft buttons in front. Only I didn't button them. I joined Mom in the kitchen and went for the coffee she had brewed. I was just developing a taste for it. I poured a cup and turned around looking for sugar. My PJ top was wide open. "Patricia Avery why are you prancing around like that?" Mom said.

"Is somebody coming over?" I asked.

"Not that I know of. But you never know. And why aren't you wearing a bra?"

"Oh heck Mom, it's so much more comfortable without. I'd just as soon not wear anything. I can see why people go nude, you know, during the hot season. It feels so much better."

"I can't believe what I'm hearing," she said. "Where did you get these wild ideas? Certainly not from me or your father!"

"You guys talking about me?" Dad said as he walked in. "Oh good, fresh coffee!" Even I was amazed. Dad, having exercised and showered, was wearing only a towel tucked into itself. It looked like it could fall off.

"Gifford! Look at your daughter! Is this the way you want her to comport herself? She just told me she'd even rather not wear anything! And you! Wearing a towel! You're not setting a very good example!"

"Why Lily. How interesting to hear you say that. Remember college days? All of us going naked up at that swimming hole. Remember how you enjoyed swinging naked on that rope over all of us? You liked everybody to be naked then. I guess Patty is the same. She's just quicker than us and appreciating it at a younger age."

Mom was speechless. She tried to talk but nothing came out. "Mom, is that true?" I asked. She simply said, "I forgot those days." Obviously, some thoughts were forming in her mind. There was silence.

Dad filled the void. "Isn't our daughter beautiful? I'm so glad we made her!" This reminded me that the seed that made me came from what was under that precarious towel. Surprised by my own bravery and feeling mischievous I walked behind Dad, surreptitiously loosened where the towel was tucked in, and continued around toward the breakfast fixings. Dad dared next. With a hot coffee in one hand and his laptop in the other he walked through. The towel 'somehow' fell to the floor. "Oh rats!" was all he said, as he slowly set down the laptop and looked for a place to set the coffee. I saw that his parts were very nicely formed. He wasn't hard at that point. I went to help him. I was all bare-breasted. "Here. give me that coffee," I said. "Thanks Patty, clumsy me," he said, in no hurry to recover the towel, "This reminds me of the old days. Feels good."

Mom gathered up her purse, the shopping list, the car keys, muttered something I couldn't catch and quickly left. Dad and I gave questioning looks to each other. For one thing, what was Mom thinking and feeling? Was the campaign too aggressive? For another thing, this was the time to assess the campaign. How should we proceed? Dad said, "Well, I think I'll have a little breakfast. How about you?" So we had coffee and bagels. I remained in deshabille. Dad re-fastened the towel–I think he was unsure about how open to be with his curious, bare-breasted teenage daughter.

"Well, I guess the ball's in Mom's court," I said.

"I think she'll be OK," Dad said, "At least she's tolerating our shenanigans. Who knows? This might rekindle the fun she had being naked 20 years ago. I think since then she's adopted some of society's conventional notions. I guess I have also to some extent. Thank God we have a brave daughter that questions things."

I was really getting to appreciate Dad more and more. We were a team on a brave edge. We trusted each other. And he was reasonable, thoughtful, and respectful of both me and Mom. I guess it was youthful adventure, curiosity about bodies, or maybe just teenage hormones that made me keep pressing. "Dad, I also think we should be patient with Mom. But maybe we have to campaign on ourselves. Do you think it would be okay if we tried being totally naked together while it's just us? If it's difficult for us, we'll understand Mom's situation better."

"What a gal you are," he said. "Not just beautiful, but thoughtful and very smart. Okay. I'm ready if you are. I'll be in the living room." As he walked away he moved the towel to a shoulder. I decided I wanted to bare all in front of him. So I topped off my coffee, walked into the living room, settled the mug on a table, took off the PJ top, threw it on the couch, then dropped and stepped out of the little PJ bottoms. I sat on the sofa, we smiled at each other, and started to talk. It soon became apparent that this nakedness might not be much of a problem for either of us. I thanked God for all my previous experience in the Nolans' hot tub. I had a good view of Dad's baby-making equipment. The peter seemed kind of big. I realized I had my legs crossed and we weren't exactly even, so I uncrossed them, further exposing myself.

I told Dad that if he got hard I figured it was something he couldn't control, as it was obviously uncontrollable for the boys I babysat, and also apparently for my friend Kevin, so he shouldn't worry about it. I also admitted how lucky we gals were to have our excitements hidden away inside our bodies. I was experiencing excitement right then, and hoped it wasn't obvious.

So we chatted some more about my additional hot tub adventures, and being easy and patient with Mom. Dad said he was proud of me for being both brave and responsible. I loved the relaxed yet exciting feeling of sitting there with him, the morning sun slowly moving across the carpet, the warm coffee, my young body completely unencumbered, Dad's pecker starting to stand more at attention. Finally I got up, gave Dad a peck on the forehead, and started doing some work on my laptop, including finding some posts of boys and girls without clothes.

My whole body felt like a ripe fruit, ready for picking or maybe for fun! I had learned that I was attractive, and I had some power over boys–power from my developing girl body and my growing curiosity and confidence. It also seemed to have something to do with a mysterious helplessness boys have when girls effectively use their power.

I reflected that I had 3 frontiers with this wonderful new body stuff: my babysitting Ben which brought the whole Nolan family into the picture–that was certainly going well; home where I was feeling confident and hopeful but where there was still a challenge with Mom; and my friend Kevin who seemed to lag behind me in confidence. Thinking more about Kevin I felt some kind of energy between his house and ours. I wondered if he was thinking of me like I was thinking of him.

Chapter 9 Mom Comes Around

For about a week Mom was quiet, withdrawn, uncommunicative. She was also spending more time away from home. Once I saw her carrying a gym bag. Whatever was she doing?

Finally, on laundry day, we talked. I carried my hamper to where she was pre-sorting. "OK to add these?" I asked. "Sure Honey" she said, "Make sure you get everything that needs to go in the wash." Well, I knew the clothes I had on weren't the cleanest so I took everything off and added to the pile. She just looked at me and shook her head, but this time with a little smile! "Still on this naked kick?" she asked. I said I might have to give it up when the season turned cold. She took a deep breath. It seemed she had something to say.

"Well, you know Patty, I was a little shocked at your sudden interest in being nude. I asked around. One mom said both her teens, a girl and a boy, both like to be nude at home. Another one, a mutual friend, told me the Nolans are apparently a nudist family. And I supposed you might have picked this up from them. Is that right?" Somberly, I nodded. "Why didn't you say anything about it?" she asked.

"I was so curious about boys' bodies. I didn't want to miss a chance to see what they were about. Ben had absolutely no problem with shower time. His mom asked me to make sure he got good and clean in the shower after his soccer game. Then there was the hot tub. They have a rule about no fabrics in the tub. It was nighttime and very dark so I got in with Ben. After a while the cousins arrived and they all jumped in completely naked. I couldn't believe how nice it felt to be in there with the other kids. I was afraid if you knew you wouldn't let me babysit Ben any more."

"You told your dad. That seems obvious." I nodded. "Well" she said, "I guess I was making it hard for you to talk to me. I've been thinking about it. You're growing up so fast, and I just wasn't ready for it. Now I realize you've got to learn about boys and bodies and sexual attraction. So it's probably a good thing you got started over at the Nolans. And I'm glad you had at least one parent to talk to. I'm sorry I came late, but I'm at the party now."

I felt a huge wave of relief. Tears came to my eyes, and naked as I was I went and gave Mom a big hug. She hugged me back. I guess she was as happy as I was that we were re-connected. Feeling goofy and confident I said, "Mom, those clothes you're wearing might need to go in the laundry too!"

Then, son of a gun, she took them all off and put them in the sort piles. "Patty" she said, "My old body has gotten out of shape. I'm working on it. You know what I love? Tennis! I've been playing a little every day. A girl has to keep up appearances around someone as beautiful as you."

I thought she looked pretty darn good. Her breasts (my first food pantries) were medium-sized and pointy. I thought that in a T-shirt with no bra they would look pretty nice, especially to guys. Her arms and legs were strong-looking, but maybe needed some sun. She had a nice patch of frizzy hair below, and it seemed she had trimmed it.

Now that we were in cahoots we made a little plan. When Dad came home that evening he found both of us completely naked amicably chatting at the kitchen table about an indoor herb garden. "Well!" he said, "What lovely people to come home to! Let me get out of this monkey suit and I'll join you." He sometimes talked about his business attire that way. He came in a few minutes later, wearing nothing, his equipment swinging left and right. The kitchen was warm with dinner in the oven. Mom was particularly gracious and sparkling. I didn't want us to dwell on just nudity so I took this opportunity to show them my course offerings in the junior year and the extra-curricular clubs, and ask their advice.

Everything at home seemed beautifully resolved now. Mom never bothered me again about how I dressed or didn't at home. She trusted me. I felt respected, almost like a partner in the family, no longer the controlled little girl. I could waltz around naked as much as I liked, frequently joined by Dad, and even by Mom. When visitors dropped by unexpectedly they may have been puzzled to find Mom in a quickly-donned housecoat, and maybe Dad in a bathrobe. I was quick to dash to my room to put on shorts and a top, but definitely no bra.

Chapter 10 Some Progress With Kevin

My friend Kevin–I knew he could never be a complete friend to me unless he was okay with how I liked to go naked. Maybe he could even join the naked club? At least I could hope. I didn't have any idea how to advance this notion. I must have had a guardian angel because an opportunity arose, and I took advantage of it.

I was spending more time at Kev's family's place, but was never brave enough to broach the topic of clothes/no clothes. His mom always dressed nicely. I stopped wearing a bra for these visits. I'm sure they all noticed, but no one said anything. There was at least this successful little foray in the bigger campaign.

Kev had extremely cute and active 10-year-old twin cousins, Nikki and Pete. The little blond rascals, with their folks, often visited. Occasionally Kev and I would tend them when the parents went out for a little while. One Saturday came when the parents asked us to take care of the kids so they could see someone competing in a golf tournament. Just before they left they called in the twins and found them in great spirits but very muddy from jumping through puddles. It had recently rained hard. One of the puddles must have had floating goose poop in it. The twins were a mess. The moms asked if we could keep them from soiling the house and clean them up. Immediately I sensed opportunity. I told them that I had been babysitting and it would be no problem. Did I have experience with kids this age? Plenty, I said. So the adults left us in charge.

I told the kids not to move from the porch while we made a plan. "Should we undress them here or take a chance on them tracking through the house?" I asked. Obviously they shouldn't bring all that crap in the house. I suggested we get a bucket for the dirty clothes. Kev fetched one from the basement while I told the kids we'd get them undressed on the porch and then bring them in for a bath. They complained they just had a bath the night before. I asked them to look down at their legs and clothes. "Oh, okay," Nikki said. I told them to put their clothes in the bucket. To show we were serious I immediately grabbed the hem of Petey's T-shirt and told him to raise his arms. He did. Straight in the bucket it went. So did sneakers, socks, shorts until they were each down to underpants. "I don't want to be naked out here," Pete said.

We could have let them in the kitchen at that point, but I thought how fun it would be to have them naked outside, however briefly. I told them to look carefully to see if anyone was watching. There was a man mowing his side yard, and a family setting up for a picnic, but no one apparently watching us. "Well?" I asked.

"I guess not," Nikki said. "Don't think so," Pete said. I quickly pulled down Pete's underpants and told Kev to do Nikki. I helped Pete step out of his underpants, and got a nice look at his cute but pale, sun-deprived boy parts. Naked, these kids looked so cute. They scampered inside and Kev brought along the bucket.

We got them into the main bathroom. Kev started the water. I was wearing a thin white blouse which, fortunately, had a smudge on it probably from the twins. "So Kev," I said, "I'm afraid about messing up this blouse even more. Would you mind if I took it off? But I'm warning you I'm not wearing a bra." Kev was dumbstruck. I again realized that I was the more adventurous one. I decided to taunt him a little bit. "If it scares you I'll keep the darn thing on."

"What about the twins?" he said. So I queried them. Nikki said "No problem." With a big smile Pete piped up "Great idea! Take everything off!" I took this as permission enough. Everybody watched while I carefully undid the buttons and pulled the dang thing off. It felt great to bare my chest, especially with this little audience (including the still dumbstruck Kev). I said to Kev, "Get that shirt into the bucket. The slime from these kids is spreading." He did so. His chest and shoulders looked so I nice, I wished I was bathing him.

"OK kids, into the tub," I said. Kev came out of his trance and lifted them in, and in the process got his shorts smeared with glop from their legs. I quickly claimed Pete as mine to wash, led him to the upper part of the tub, and had him sit in the water. I sprayed his hair and shampooed it, then scrubbed his face, neck and torso, not forgetting to tickle his little nipples and underarms. Kev seemed to take cues from me and did the same with Nikki, but without so much tickling.

I had both kids stand so we could do their lower bodies. At this point I told Kev that his shorts were smeared, that he'd better be careful about transferring the mess onto anything else, also that he could just put them in the bucket–sneaky me, I hoped to maybe detect a bulge in his underpants–but he just said he'd take care of them later. With bare hands I cleaned Pete starting with his little toesies, and worked up his legs. He sprung a nice little stiffy and said, "Look Nikki, This is what I was talking about!" She checked his little whopper, and said, "Wow! You have to show me that more often!" "My type of gal," I thought. The kids loved the bath operation and the attention they were getting. I thoroughly cleaned Petey's butt, little nut sack, and little stiffy. Kev did Nikki less boldly–even so, Nikki, standing still with her legs apart, wore a radiant smile.

I thought the kids needed a final rinse in the shower, so Kev started the water and the twins scampered in. "Be sure to get your hair rinsed," I called in to them. Kev and I waited with towels to dry their naked little selves. I leaned a breast against Kev's arm. He didn't recoil. My confidence grew. "Lose the shorts Kev. They're a mess. I better get mine clean also." I dropped my shorts, stepped out of them, and put them in the bucket leaving me only in thin pink panties. Kev didn't move, perhaps reluctant due to a boner. "Don't be embarrassed Kev. Getting hardons happens to boys all the time. My dad explained it all to me." He stayed frozen so I knelt, undid his snap and zipper, and pulled the shorts right down. There was a sizable projection in his tighty whiteys which he quickly covered with a towel.

Shower done, we dried the little monsters. I was nicely thorough with Petey and said, "Look Kev, Petey's still got a nice boner. See how it happens all the time with you guys?" I said we'd all wear towels until the laundry was done. Kevin took the bucket to start the wash. Back in the kitchen the twins experimented with going out on the porch naked, giggling as they competed to see who dared go farthest. Petey won. He ran down the stairs and halfway through the big backyard.

Kevin could have gotten shorts from his room but elected to remain in his undies with a towel wrapped around his waist. This did not completely conceal the bulge. Happily, my towel kept slipping off. In only panties I made sandwiches and poured glasses of milk. I wondered what I would do if the parents suddenly returned early. Fasten the towel under my armpits I supposed. Fortunately there was no need. I considered the widely-held opinion that girls matured faster than boys, and maybe this is why I had to help Kev be adventurous. He certainly had interest–witness the big projection in his undies, and that time he fondled me lightly at the movies. A little more encouragement from me (which I would enjoy) was on the agenda. Various stratagems swirled in my mind. I would win this campaign!

We were all dressed and fed when the parents returned. The moms were entirely pleased at how clean the twins looked in freshly-washed clothes, and how happy and settled they were. Curious, they queried me on how we got them so clean. "Oh, they were no problem at all, very cooperative," was all I said. Then a direct question from Kevin's mom: "Did they bathe themselves or what?" I told the moms that I washed Pete and Kev washed Nikki. "At the same time in the same tub?" the other mom asked.

I said, "Sure. They didn't mind. I wish you could have seen how dirty the bathwater was! And did they ever enjoy putting on warm clothes fresh from the dryer!" The moms looked at each other as if they really wanted to know more. I'm sure their curiosities were leading to more questions, but since everything looked fine they didn't pursue them. Kevin's mom did say he would have had difficulty handling this himself, and it was a good thing I was there.

Chapter 11 The Naked Club

Pedaling home I felt my growing confidence and power. I had taken charge and trusted myself. Both Mrs Nolan and my dad had shown me how frank, honest talk can settle all kinds of tricky situations. Though they were very curious, the moms hadn't queried me about everything that happened today–I was being given respect enough to make decisions without being second-guessed.

I also considered the progress Kevin made that day. I got down to just panties and he got down to his tighty whiteys with a nice big projection in front. It must be embarrassing for a boy's excitement to be so conspicuous. Even so I hoped we might move him closer to somehow entering my imagined little "naked club." I didn't have any ideas just then for advancing the project. As it turned out, things moved along nicely.

That night Dad and I were naked and Mom only in a little half-apron. She checked the windows to see if anyone could peek through blinds or curtains, then finally served a late meal at the candle-lit table. I related the twins' slimy condition and how I was in charge of getting them clean. Mom was interested in the bathing operation: they were bathed together or separately? who washed whom? how did I keep my clothes so clean? etc. I said how I took off my blouse and eventually put my shorts in the wash.

"And no bra, I suppose. Was Kevin there with you?" "Sure, couldn't have done it without him!"

"Did Kevin undress also?" "Just down to his tighty whiteys."

"What did you wear during the laundry?" "Towels. Only mine kept slipping off and the twins decided it was more fun to run around naked."

Dad was smiling. Mom had that quizzical, concerned expression. And Dad came through again: "So nice that Patty is learning about boys' and girls' bodies–and being so responsible about it." I felt so loved by him. We adjourned to the living room to engage in our various activities.

While the mid-summer sun sank behind the trees I went to my room. My phone and laptop both pinged. It was Kevin on FaceTime. I picked up on the laptop. He wanted to thank me for everything today, including how I encouraged him to be more free. "You're braver than I am," he said. I told him he was a great partner in the operation. In order to maybe embolden him I added, "They say girls mature faster than boys. But in a while you'll probably get ahead of me."

On his device he could see down to my nipples. "You sure like to go naked," he said. I told him that a few months ago it hadn't occurred to me, but I was sort of led into it while babysitting, and found out how nice it was. I told him about Mom's always controlling me, how I was getting so darn curious about boys' bodies, the miracle of getting hired by the Nolans to babysit Ben, Ben in the shower, using the hot tub, the teen cousins jumping in, and eventually the adults in his family. "What did your parents think?" he asked.

"Well, they didn't know. But one day I felt confident enough to talk to Dad. He gave me great information about the equipment you boys have in your pants, and said my curiosity was natural. He and I decided to ease into dressing skimpy around the house, and we hoped to eventually draw in Mom. She was a tough case but eventually had little choice but to come around–kind of like when Dad engineered her accepting my having a friend that was a boy when she met you at the restaurant. So now clothes are totally optional at home, at least until cold weather comes. It feels so nice–everyone is closer, maybe more accepting of everything.

"I bet you'd like to get me naked too," Ben said.

I replied, "That would sure be nice. But no pressure." There was a pause in the conversation.

"I've been thinking," Kev said, "there's a place where I could try it a little bit, if you wanted to go."

"Tell me more!" I said.

"You know...the college students go skinny dipping at a place upstream in one of the gorges. There's supposed to be a nice natural pool there. My cousin Henry's a grad student and told me about it. He and his girlfriend tried it last week. He said it was great even if the water is a little cold. You don't have to be naked there but most people are. We could hike up there. If anyone chickens out, like me for example, it would be OK."

Amazing–Kev was offering to lead into new territory: being naked with a whole bunch of people. The viewing opportunities might be great. I certainly wouldn't mind being seen. It should be safe with all the university people. "Wow! Sign me up!" I said. So the plan was Kevin would pick a date depending on weather and our abilities to get away. We would bike to the trailhead, and in backpacks have water, gorp, towels, and just in case, swim suits.

On a brilliant Tuesday early afternoon we met cousin Henry and the girlfriend, and started up from the trailhead. I could see the authorities would have a hard time surprising anyone as they'd have to hike up past many people most of whom had mobile phones. I was loving this adventure. Kevin looked buoyant but calm, evidently glad Henry was going to show us the ropes. The girlfriend, a beautiful outgoing blonde, seemed very happy to revisit the naked pool. After a half-hour the trail widened and overlooked the pool. Some people swam and soaked, and youngsters frolicked in the clear pool. Others lay sunning on towels all around. So many body types, so many skin tones. Children dashed about. Mature types chatted. I tried to see if any wore suits–a few women, probably having periods, wore shorts or bikini bottoms–otherwise it was like a populous garden of Eden.

We quickly stripped down, stuffed clothes into day packs, and found a place to lay our towels. This time Kevin finally, and quickly, took everything off. His cute baby-maker was floppy, at least at first–after a little while he rolled onto his tummy–I advised him that the cold water might help the situation but he opted to stay put. Henry was a well-developed hunk of a guy–he immediately slid into the water–maybe he felt something growing. The girlfriend had a beautiful body, only faint tan lines, gorgeous breasts–she stretched out in the sun. I lay on my back beside Kevin, happy that my girly excitement was not evident.

With my modesty now mostly gone I was able to really observe this little Eden. There were so many variations in bodies, skin tones, peckers and breasts, it boggled the mind. Everyone seemed so respectful of each other's space. No one seemed to be hitting on anyone, with the possible exception of what looked like a young co-ed trying to cozy up to a slightly gray professor. I thought about trimming my little bush for next time. I thought about trying to bring my mom up here sometime. I thought about how lovely life had become for me.

I said to Kev, "You're a beautiful boy. And now you're in the Club."

"What club?" he asked.

"Well, going naked is such a nice activity, why not form a Naked Club?"

"I'll tell you, it feels more than good, kind of way too good!" he said.

"Maybe we can learn how to deal with that way-too-good feeling." But I stroked his back–all the way down to his fanny, knowing the problem he was hiding would probably get a lot worse. It seemed I was becoming a terrible tease. I quietly said "Kev, roll over just a little so I can see it." And I got closer, to give us a little privacy, and to make sure he could see between my thighs.

"Gosh, you are so brave," Kev said, taking his time looking me over. Then, "Okay!" He was brave too and let me see. It was impressive, and curved up along his tummy. I so wanted to fondle it, but thought I had teased him enough, and would wait 'til we were alone to explore him more.

"You're a brave boy Kev. I'll leave you alone for a little while, even though it's hard to do." I played in the water and was eventually joined by my friend whose appendage had somewhat shrunk. We agreed we were both definitely in the Club now. A spectacular day. What lovely dreams I had that night.

This is a good place to stop. Needless to say, we developed many Club activities from then on, and so enjoyed learning to deal with and explore those 'too-good' feelings. Very carefully, over time, we recruited more members of the Club. Some of them had delightful ideas for Club activities. I babysat Ben for about another year, and joined the family in the sauna. My Mom, after observing no problems with her naked family, only positives, started to regret having to get dressed. She became a best friend. Thank you for enduring my long, boring story.

– Patty

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