The Kingston House

The Kingston House 1 and 2

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Chapter One: The Kingston House

1

The Brown’s Subaru pulled into the Kingston house on a warm late summer afternoon. The house was set back almost an acre off the main road, a dirt road, and nearly thirty minutes away from the nearest populated town. Linda and Darren Brown were first out of the car, soaking in the natural sounds of birds and insects in the distance. The three teenage children sat in the backseat, still fuming and disgusted with their parents. Linda and Darren basked in the summer sun, dancing in the dirt driveway and celebrating their new living arrangements. For the first time in months, neither Linda nor Darren had to drive through traffic, sit in an office all day and rush around with their hair on fire. Today, they were one with nature, a simple and pleasant lifestyle.

Ian pulled out his iPhone, desperately hoping for a connection to the world, a connection to his former life – zero bars.

“Great” he muttered

“Do they even get electricity out here?” Molly asked

“Doubt it” Ian replied. He looked over at his younger brother, Daniel, who had fallen asleep on the long drive. “Wake up.” He shouted, giving a brotherly shove.

“Can’t believe we have to share this house with other families.” Molly said

“Hey at least you get your own room. I have to share a room with this dweeb.” Ian said as he pushed his brother’s arm again.

“Hey kids come out of the car. You need to enjoy this.” Darren said. The three teenagers reluctantly exited the car, stretching for the first time in hours. Ian checked his phone again. “Put that thing away Ian. Enjoy the view, the fresh air, nature, everything.”

“How many people live in this house again?” Molly asked

“Well, there are two other families here, so including us, fourteen people.”

“14 people, and we have to share two bathrooms?” Molly replied

“It will all work out, trust me.” Darren tried to reassure his daughter.

Their father had changed a lot over the last few months. First came the family diet, all natural and no meat. This change was tame, and though the children – the boys most of all – complained about becoming vegetarians, they adapted. Soon after, the family tried to cut down their electronic usage, limiting their children’s cell phone and computer usage which was particularly tough in Ian who hoped to become a programmer someday. And now, now they through away their old life, their money, their possession. They, the parents, wanted to become one with nature. The Kingston house seemed like the perfect place. The families grew their own food, built their own tools and lived a simple life.

Ian was 17 years old, had just bought his first car and hoped to apply for college in the fall; however, that dreamed seemed impossible now that he would be homeschooled. Ever since his father announced the move, Ian had refused to speak to his father. Ian thought about running away, living in the basements of his friends’ houses until he could move away to college.

“We need to unpack.” Linda interrupted Ian’s thought, giving the children that maternal gaze.

“Unpack what mom, you only let us pack a backpack worth of stuff each.” Ian responded.

“Hey, don’t give your mother that tone.” Darren said

Ian rolled his eyes; “Fuck you dad” he whispered heading to the trunk of the car to retrieve his pack.

“He’ll come around” Darren whispered to Linda. The other children followed their older brother, anticipating the new living arrangements, nervous to see the hell hole they would call their rooms. A wind gusted through the open field, carrying the smell of fresh manure to the Brown family.

“Gross” Molly said

“It’s just a shitty situation” Daniel added

“Shut up” Molly and Ian said almost in unison.

The family unpacked the Subaru, and each carried their backpack up the steps of the Kingston house. Darren fumbled around for his key to the house, but before he could, the door opened to an older man with white hair and a Santa Claus beard.

“Oh my god.” Molly said as she saw the naked middle-aged man great the family. “They’re nudist.” The children saw past the naked man standing in the doorway as two naked children ran down the hallway followed by their naked mother. Ian, Daniel and Molly took a step back, each one having thoughts about stealing their father’s car and taking off into the summer evening.

2

The man with the Santa Claus hair, Roger, showed the family to the second floor of the house and the three rooms where they would sleep. He stopped at the first door up the stairs, opening it, and revealing a small, but decent sized room with a queen bed and a nightstand. The room was bare and plain. The walls were empty and a musty, aroma crawled from the room. “This room be for the parents” Roger said. Linda and Darren seemed almost awe struck, they exchanged smiles, and held each other close. The children have never seemed them so happy before, relaxed and at peace. The parents entered the room and placed their packs on the beds. “Now if y’all follow me.” Roger said glancing at the teenagers and led them to the next room.

He opened the door. The room, just as plain and empty as the previous room, seemed cramped and tight, even without furniture. It was the size of a walk-in closet, narrow and deep. The bed took up a bulk of the floor space. “This room’ll be for the young lady.” He said, giving a wink to Molly, though innocent enough, sent a sense of unease through her head. She poked her head into the room, gazed around and glanced back to her brothers.

“It’s small.” She said, trying not to sound ungrateful to the Rodger.

He shrugged off the comment. “I’d think you won’t be spending a lot of time in there.” He replied. Molly entered her new room with caution and reservation. Careful not to touch anything, as if the room had a strange foreign disease waiting to strike. Her brothers glanced at each other, praying their room would not be as cramped and uncomfortable. Rodger led the boys to the next door. He opened the door. The boys were stunned at the size of the room.

Their room was a little smaller than their sister’s. A bunk-bed leaned against the wall, roughly two feet away from the door. The room had a small window about the size of a computer monitor, which provided the only light. The room was dark. “Shouldn’t we get the other room since there are two of us?” Ian asked in a tone of voice that made him seem 7 years old instead of 17. Roger smiled, and let the boys soak in their room before turning to let the family settle in and unpack.

“Dinners at 8. You guys are’on cleanup crew tonight.” Roger said.

Linda and Darren leaned out of their room; “Thank you Roger. We look forward to becoming a part of this community.”

Roger smiled and walked down the stairs. Ian stormed out of his room and into his parents. “Mom, you can’t be serious. Have you seen the size of our room?”

“Keep your voice down dear.” His mother replied

“Mom.”

“You are just going to have to make due son” his father interjected. Ian ignored his father.

“Mom, please.”

“Ian, we’ve already told you last week. Our decision to come here is final. Now go unpack and get settled.”

“But mom”

“Now.” She pointed to the door. Ian raced out of the room and into his room, slamming the door behind him. Linda was a bit concerned, knowing her son was really opposed to this move. The other two complained a lot, but Ian seemed to harbor a lot of anger and aggression from moving.

“When do we tell them about the no clothing rule?” Darren said, turning to his wife.

“I think we should wait a little bit longer dear. I don’t think they are quite ready to hear that yet.”

“Well, we have to tell them before dinner.” He replied

“I know. I know. Let me handle it.” She said. The two embraced and kissed each other passionately. A kind of kiss that the couple haven’t shared in years, a type of kiss that happened long ago before the children. He moved his hand to Linda’s firm buttocks and smiled.

“I think we should celebrate.” He said.

She returned the smile, a horny grin back to her husband. “Tonight.” She said lowering her hand down her husband’s torso. The two continued to kiss.

3

Molly stood in her room, unpacking her backpack which had enough room for a change of clothes, toiletries and a few other small items to remind her of her former life. She placed a picture frame of her with some of her best friends back home, including her ex-boyfriend. She broke up with him right before moving; it was easier that way – a long distance relationships don’t work, especially between two 16-year-old. She also took a sketchpad and some pencils, which she used to draw frequently. She could give up a lot, like her father, finding a simpler life almost appealing at times, but she could not give up her artistic talent. She loved to draw, would spend hours doing so. She placed the pad and pencils under her bed, since there was no other place to put such a thing in her new room. A room with no desk, no drawer.

Ian opened her door and barged into the room. “Ever heard of knocking?” she asked.

“You got to check this out.” Ian said, ignoring her remark. He grabbed her wrist, trying to pull her out of the room.

“Stop. Don’t touch me.”

“You need to see this, come on.” He let go of his grip, and led her down the hallway. Daniel followed his older brother and sister. The three opened a door and gazed upon the bathroom for the children. The bathroom was a locker-room style room, with two shower heads to the left in a communal type layout and two-bathroom stalls across from the showers. There were three sinks next to the stalls. Ian turned to his younger siblings. “It’s coed and the door has no lock.”

“What does that mean?” Molly said, almost intentionally dense. She felt she had to say something, but didn’t quite know what to say.

“It means the guys and girls share a bathroom, and since there is no lock, we have to share at the same time.”

“You mean I have to smell you two taking a dump while I’m in the shower?” Molly said, trying to bring some humor to the situation.

“It means, some strange dude could shower next to you every morning.” Ian replied. Her smile faded, and her body scrunched in disgust. He turned to his 14-year-old brother. “You’re standing guard while I take a shower.”

“Oh my god, you two are a bunch of babies. I’m sure no one will go in while you are using the bathroom.” She said.

“Then why is the room set up like this?”

She shrugged.

“Ah you kids found the bathroom.” Darren said, startling his children.

“Who do we have to share this bathroom with?” Molly asked her father.

“Well, I think the Roger has a son. And the Sinclair’s have five kids.” Darren was scratching his chin, pondering and counting everyone. “Yes, the Sinclair’s have five children.” He chuckled. “So, with you three, there are nine kids.”

“Nine?” Molly said. “Are you serious? How are we all going to take turns and stuff?”

“I’m sure you kids will figure it out. And look, there are two showers and two toilets. Plenty to go around. When I was a kid, my siblings and parents all had to share one bathroom you know.” He patted Daniel and Molly on the head. Ian didn’t even take a glance at his father. “Your mother and I need to talk to you kids, so family meeting in our room.” He said.

“If we can all fit.” Ian muttered under his breath.

The four walked back down the hall for the family meeting.

4

The family huddled, Ian and Daniel sat next to each other on the bed. Molly leaned against the door. The parents stood in the center of the room. The room temperature was warm and humid. The Kingston house had no air-conditioning and in the summer sun, became quite humid. Sweat dripped from the boys faces.

“Kids, your mother and I have something we need to tell you. The Kingston house, well, you know they like to be one with nature. Grow their own food, live minimally.”

“Yea – I think we could see that for ourselves.” Molly joked

His father gave a quick glance over at his daughter. A stern, fatherly stare before resuming. “Well, you may have noticed they are nudists and think clothing inhibits the connection a person has with nature.”

“Oh, I thought that old guy was naked for the fun of it.” Daniel chipped in.

“Danny. Well, they have a no clothing rule here and, I that will apply to us too.”

“What?” Molly shouted

“Are you kidding me?” Ian yelled at the same time.

“You’re just telling us now dad?” Daniel waited for a space to speak.

“I’m not dealing with this” Ian stood up from the bed and headed to the door. Darren stepped in front of his son. Ian took a step back, almost ready to strike his father.

“Ian. Sit down now.”

“Dad, no way am I becoming a nudist.”

“Ian, your father and I have discussed this a lot and we think this will teach you children a lesson on simplicity. We don’t need clothes to survive.”

“Mom, are you kidding me? I’m not living like this.”

Darren took a step closer to his son, placing his hand on his son’s shoulder. Ian swatted his father’s arm away. Darren reached for his son again, with more force. “Ian, I am tired of your attitude lately. You better change it.”

He escaped his father’s grasps again, and took a seat on the bed turning his face away from his brother, hiding the frustration and more importantly the tears dripping from his eyes. Daniel placed his hand on his brother’s back, rubbing it, trying to calm his brother down.

“Give it a month. I promise you, you will see how a stronger connection with nature will change your whole outlook on life. Please give it a month. For us. For you. Trust us.” Linda said in a calm and nurturing voice. A voice channeled by Mother Nature herself.

“We are going to go get the bins for your clothes. The rules take effect for dinner at 8” The father said. The parents left the bedroom and headed down the stairs.

“This sucks.” Daniel said now placing his arm around his older brother.

“Trust me, it’ll be no picnic seeing you two naked all day.”

“Molly.” Daniel replied.

Ian wiped away his remaining tears. “Are we going to do it?” he asked.

“I don’t think we have a choice.” Molly replied.

A few minutes later their parents returned with a plastic bin for each of them. “Here take these back to your room, and leave them with all your clothes outside your door. I’ll collect them before dinner.” Their father said. “It’s going to take some getting used to, but I know you can do it.”

“We don’t need the pep talk dad” Molly replied, taking her bin and leaving returning to her room.”

“Boys. Here you go.” He handed Daniel his bin. He looked at Ian still sitting on the bed. “Ian?”

Ian stood up, grabbed the bin and left without saying a word.

Chapter 2: The Rule

1

An afternoon breeze hinted at a summer storm waiting to strike. The air became almost damp as the temperature dropped. Ian and Daniel returned to a dark bedroom, grasping at the wall for a light switch before remembering the house had limited electrical outlets. Their room relied on a few inches of glass to light their room. As the clouds rolled in, the boys sat idle in darkness. Their plastic bins leaned against their dangling feet off the bottom bed. Ian stared into the bin, supporting his head with his hands. Daniel swung his legs in circles.

“Dad’s gonna be here any minute to collect our bins. Think we should?” Daniel ended his question short, but when Ian failed to respond, failed to even move, Daniel decided to stand from the bed. He picked up his backpack from the floor, unzipped it, and turned it upside down over his bin. His clothes tumbled from the backpack into the bin. Ian seemed to ignore this act, and just kept staring into his own bin. Daniel then picked up his brother’s pack and repeated the action.

“What the fuck are you doing man?”

“We have to do this and you’re just moping around.”

Ian rolled his eyes and resumed his pose on the bed. Daniel began to strip, starting with his T-shirt, flinging the shirt into the bin. “You’re seriously doing this?” Ian asked. Without answering, Daniel kept stripping, unbuttoning his shorts. He bent over, removed his white athletic socks, balling them up, and tossing them into his bin. He then let his cargo shorts fall to the ground, kicking them to the side.

Ian looked up as if he had the famous eureka moment. He stood up from his position. He opened his mouth.

“What if we each kept one pair of boxers under our bed? You know to sleep in. no one would know and we wouldn’t have to sleep bare-ass.” Ian said

“I don’t know. What if dad found out?”

“We can hide them under our mattress. Look if we are going to be forced to be nudist, at least we can keep some comfort when we sleep or if we need, you know, emergency shorts.”

Daniel shrugged and agreed. He leaned into his bin of clean clothes, pulled out a pair of Hanes Boxer-briefs, grey, and tossed them onto his bed. Ian grabbed a pair of his striped plaid boxers and did the same. “How do we clean them? I’m sure they don’t have laundry here.”

“We can just wash them in the sink and let them dry during the day.”

Daniel decided this sounded reasonable enough and continued with the plan. Ian began stripping, not as eager or calm as his younger brother. “You ready?” Daniel asked his older brother as soon as both boys were down to their underwear. Ian took a second and then nodded. Both boys, in perfect unison, placed their fingers into their elastic bands and dropped their underwear to the floor. Trying to avoid each other’s naked bodies, the boys closed their plastic bins, picked them up and opened the door to their bedroom. Ian glanced both ways down the hallway to make sure it was clear before taking a step outside his room. He placed his bin in the hallway, took his brother’s bin and stacked it on top of his bin.

“What now?” Ian asked

“Well, we could either sit naked in a room together, or walk around the house naked?” His brother smirked.

“I don’t like either of those options.”

A door creaked open and both boys raced back into their bedroom, closing the door behind them, not ready to display their bodies to the world. Their heart’s raced and pounded in their heart as they realized their vulnerability.

“I don’t think I’m ever gonna get used to this.”

“We are gonna have to leave the room eventually.” Daniel said. Both boys stood close to the door; their ears listening to a pair of footsteps approach the door from the other side. The knob turned. Both boys took a step back as the doorknob jiggle and twisted. The door Swung open and Molly stepped into the room.

“Well look what we have here” Molly said with a smirk, as she exchanged looks with her naked brothers.

“Why do you still have clothes on?” Ian asked, now cupping his genitals in both his hands. His brother followed this action.

“I’m waiting till dinner, dad said we can wait till dinner.” She glanced down at her brothers’s naked bodies. “You guys seem awfully self-conscious about your bodies.”

“Shut up. Pretty easy to say when your still dressed.” Ian replied.

“We’ll see. I told dad your bins are ready, he’s gonna swing by and take...” she paused, glancing past the boys at the bed. She spotted their pair of underwear neatly folded on the bed. She lunged forward, between the boys and grabbing their underwear from the bed. She snatched them, back up and held them up. “What do we have here? You boys cheating?”

Ian tried to snatch his boxers away. She swatted his hand back. “Give them back.” He took another step forward. She raised her hand over her head, as Ian tried to grab his shorts back.

“We were only going to wear them while we slept.” Daniel said, trying to add a rational reason to the situation.

“Dad would be pissed if he caught you hiding these.” She said.

“Can we please have them back.” Ian stopped his efforts to retrieve them himself, placing his free hand back on his groin.

“I think I’ll just hold onto these. If you want them back, you have to be extra nice to me.” She replied.

“Why do you have to be such a pain?” Ian asked

“Because you act like such a big baby.” Molly

She scrunched both pairs of undies in her hand, turned around and left the bedroom. She turned her head, looking over her shoulder at the boys.

“Catch you later baby.” She said, chuckling as she left down the hallway.

Ian turned to Daniel; “I hate when she says that.”

“Well you do act that way sometimes.” He smiled at his brother.

“Shut up.” Ian pushed his brother, before closing their door shut.

2

Ian watched his phone battery deplete, turning to a black screen an hour before dinner. He tossed his phone onto the bed. His brother tossed a tennis ball into the air, catching it with his hand, and repeating the action.

“What are we supposed to do all day?” Ian asked his brother.

Daniel continued focusing on the tennis ball. “Want to explore the area tomorrow. Do some hiking?”

Ian shrugged. “Won’t it be weird wandering the forest naked?”

“We’ll be getting closer with nature.” Daniel said sarcastically.

A soft knock at the door startled both boys. Daniel missed the tennis ball which bounced frantically across the room.

“If this is Molly again, I’m going to...”

“Come in” Daniel said.

The door opened and a naked boy around their age stood in the doorway. “Hi. I heard we had some new faces around here. I’m Jared” The boy held out his hand ready to shake. Ian and Daniel remained seated but shook hands with the boy.

“I’m Ian, this is my bro Danny.”

“I’m Roger’s son, I’m sure you met him already.”

“Yea he showed us around.” Ian said, ‘You look nothing like him’ Ian wanted to say out loud, but felt that would be rude. Jared was a tall and slender kid. 15 or so if Ian were to guess. His curly blond hair seemed so youthful, he couldn’t imagine the Santa faced man was his father.

“How long you lived here?” Daniel asked, trying to keep his gaze above Jared’s chest. His brother also felt awkward, unsure where to look with his eyes.

“A few years or so. The other family is new like yours. My dad’s and I have always done the simple life thing. We lived in another similar community before this. But My dad decided to start his own place and thing here.”

“WAs the other place. Well. Nudists?” Ian asked.

“No” Jared chuckled a bit. “I see you guys are still getting used to the idea of being naked the whole time.”

“It’s going to take some time getting used to it.” Daniel said.

“Took me a while too. But eventually it happens. Everyone is pretty chill here.” Jared replied

“Anything we should know?”

“Well, I mean there are very few rules. The kids have to be upstairs after 10 O’clock every night, but that's about it.”

“Ten?” Ian asked

“Yea, but you can still roam around up here. It’s just the adults have their time downstairs after ten.”

“What do they do down there?” Ian asked

Jared shrugged and seemed indifferent, like he never asked that question and never needed to know.

“What do you do for fun?”

“Well. The older kids usually hang out at night, play games. But honestly, we study a lot. The teacher they bring in is super strict. You’ll meet her next week when school starts. She’s super tough.”

“Great” Ian responded.

“You’ll be fine as long as you do what she says. Hey, I should go help cook for tonight’s dinner. I’ll see you guys in a few hours.”

The boys exchanged a friendly smiled before Jared left the room.

3

Molly walked into the bathroom around 6:30pm still holding off forfeiting her clothes till the last possible moment. Although she had made fun of her brothers earlier for being ashamed of their bodies, she was in no hurry to show her body off. She entered the bathroom, peeking her head in to make sure it was empty. She entered a stall, pulled her jeans and underwear down and sat on the toilet. She held her cell phone in her hand, trying to send a last text message to her friends before her phone died. When she hit send on her phone, the message returned a ‘failed to send’ message. She noticed that the cell phone service fluctuated between zero and one bar. While she was in the stall, she heard a shower turn on, and a flood of water pouring onto the tile floor of the bathroom.

In a panic, Molly froze on the toilet, unsure if she should pretend the stall was empty. After a few moments, she decided to flush the toilet, wash her hands and make a dash for the door. No need to make a situation more awkward than it needed to be. Molly executed her plan, opening the stall door to a surprising sight. She saw a boy, standing in the shower, both young and athletic in stature. The boy’s back faced her, as she took a few moments to gaze upon his body. His hair, a dirty blond, seemed silky smooth and luxurious. She scanned down his back, and to his bottom. ‘Round buttocks’ she thought to herself. ‘Delightful’ she felt almost like a pervert staring at this boy. Her eyes soon focused on a stunning mark, almost like a line of blood, like the boy had been cut, or whipped. She decided to move her gaze back to his head. He turned his head over his shoulder, and seemed surprised.

“Oh, sorry I was just using the bathroom.” She said.

“No, it’s ok. I just did expect to see anyone wearing clothes in this house.”

“Yea. I just moved in today. I’m Molly.”

“Yea, my parents told me a new family was moving in. I’m Chris, but everyone calls me CJ.”

“Nice to meet you.” He had a warm smile, one that would make anyone immediately feel safe and secure. He noticed her eyes continually gazing towards his butt. She saw him look confused and exposed. “Sorry I was just look at.”

“The mark?” CJ interrupted her thought.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have been looking”

“Oh, it’s ok. I got it from Ms. Harris last week. It’s looking a lot better now.” CJ replied

“Ms. Harris?”

“Yea, I broke a rule and got a mark to teach me a lesson apparently.” CJ opened a bottle of shampoo, dumping a healthy amount of soup into his hands, and began washing his hair. He turned his head back into the stream of water.

“A rule? You get a mark if you break a rule?” Molly asked, confused, concerned, almost worried.

“Yea, there aren’t many rules here, but if you break them, she makes it painful.”

“What rule did you break?” Molly asked.

“It’s a little awkward.” CJ replied.

“Let’s hear it.” She leaned forward in anticipation.

“I can’t” he replied. Molly felt an instant connection to this boy, she seemed attracted to him, not because he was naked in front of her, but because of his innocence, his warmth, the way he blushed when he talked.

“Of course, you can.” She replied.

“Well, I’m a 14-year-old boy. And we sometimes get. Well. Guys aren’t allowed to get, an erection.”

She laughed a little. “You got hard, so they hurt you?” She asked. Her laugh a nervous laugh. CJ just nodded under the showerhead. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have laughed.”

“It’s ok, I’d just rather not talk about it.”

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” Molly turned to the faucet, washing her hands, while occasionally peeking into the mirror and watching CJ soak his hair under the water. She decided that her brothers learn the rule she just found out before they learned the hard way. She turned to leave the bathroom. “It was nice to have met you CJ.” She said. She waited a few seconds, but CJ did not reply. She left the bathroom and headed to talk to her brothers.

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