Bare Beginnings

Author Notes

It's been one year now since I posted

Remote Control

as my first on this site, and that story has now crested the 600k mark--a truly staggering number. Thank you all so much for all of the support. This story wasn't actually the one I started on after I finished

Stimulation Club

, but once the idea for it hit me, I had to shelve the other one and focus on this instead. I hope that you will enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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Bare Beginnings

"Benjamin, we need to talk about your sister."

I paused, halfway through the front door of my parents' home at my mom's words. Considering they were the first thing out of her lips--and that she was using my full name--it didn't bode particularly well. Not "Welcome home!" or "Happy Holidays!" but rather about my younger sibling who'd apparently done

something

drastic enough that I needed to know about it first thing.

My sister, Molly, and I had always gotten along reasonably well, I felt. She was two years younger than me at twenty, and we'd mostly stayed out of each other's way in high school. Once college had rolled around, we'd ended up in different schools and, as a result, had ended up drifting away from each other. For those last two years, coming home for Christmas like this had been the only time we'd really spent together.

"What did Molly do this time?" I asked as I finished dragging my bag inside and closed the door behind me. "Get a tattoo?"

For some reason, my mom blushed slightly before shaking her head. "No, I can definitively say she doesn't have a tattoo. Anywhere."

It was a struggle not to roll my eyes. Molly knew our parents were extremely anti-tattoo--hell, they were pretty much anti-

everything

--so if she chose to get one then I knew she'd be smart enough to pick a spot they'd never be able to notice. "Okay, so what is it then?"

"Well... It's not so much what she's done as--"

Whatever Mom had been about to say was interrupted as the person in question came barreling down the stairs and burst into view directly in front of me, a wide grin on her face as her green eyes twinkled. "Ben! You're home!"

My jaw hit the floor at the same time as my bag did as it slipped from my numb fingers--my sister was stark naked.

Pink nipples, topping her pertly firm breasts immediately drew my attention. Suckable was the first word that came to mind as I took them in. Of course I'd known my sister had boobs, but I'd never paid them any mind before, given who she was. When my friends had pointed out that she had a great rack, my only response had been to tell them to stop being weird about it. Molly was Molly, my sister. I didn't look at her like that.

Not that that stopped my eyes from traveling downward now, sliding over her taut stomach and down to the gap between her legs. It had never even crossed my mind before if she shaved or not, but now I knew that she did. Which also meant that I could see the outer lips of my sister's pussy. It made complete sense now why Mom had been so certain about the tattoo.

"Ben, you're staring," she said with a soft giggle, breaking my daze.

My face felt like it was on fire. "Molly?! What the

fuck?

"

She cocked her head slightly in confusion before looking past me to our mom. "I thought you were going to tell him."

"I was trying, but you showed up before I finished. Please, Molly, you're traumatizing your poor brother, won't you stop this?"

A flicker of annoyance passed over my sister's face before she returned her attention to me. "I dunno, he doesn't seem very traumatized to me. If I didn't know any better I'd almost say he likes it."

"I don't like it!" I quickly shot back, but the words felt weak even to me. It certainly didn't help that I was painfully aware of how hard my cock was, trapped in my jeans and begging me to adjust it. There was no way for me to do that while my mom and sister were watching though, and I was just praying they didn't notice a bulge. I knew it was wrong, that I shouldn't be getting turned on at seeing my sister's naked body, but she was undeniably hot. "So what, you're a nudist now or something?" I asked, doing my best to keep my eyes on her face and not her incredible boobs.

"Or something," she replied, giving me a wink. "I kinda got into it over the last year, and once you realize how freeing it is you just never want to go back to being trapped by clothes."

"Molly, your father and your brother--"

"Mom! Dad said I was free to do what I liked, and Ben doesn't mind, do you,

big

bro?"

She'd never once before called me that which immediately made it stand out, enough so that I realized her eyes were on my crotch and that my worst fear had come true--my sister knew I'd popped a boner because of her. Fearing that she'd reveal what a freak I apparently was, I quickly nodded my head. "Yeah, it's whatever. Do what you want, you weirdo."

With that, I grabbed my fallen bag and moved to push past my sister so I could head up to my room. I needed to be anywhere else other than here right now. As I passed her, Molly jostled sideways slightly, bumping into me. I couldn't tell if it was an accident or on purpose, but it was innocent enough except that in her clothes-less state, it meant that the side of her boob brushed against my arm. Another wave of shame rushed through me as I felt my dick harden even further at the silky soft touch.

Fleeing up the stairs, I quickly made my way down the hall to my bedroom and pushed the door open with my shoulder before closing it behind me. After tossing my bag at the foot of my bed, I collapsed onto my back, my hand immediately slipping down the front of my pants to straighten out my throbbing cock. Breathing a sigh of relief as the discomfort faded away, I struggled to process everything that had just happened.

My sister was a nudist. And fucking hot. And we were going to be spending the next two weeks together in the same house. I knew most guys in my situation would be thanking their lucky stars, but Molly wasn't their sister. Hell, if I were being honest I'd love to have a nudist girlfriend, but the problem here was that this wasn't any old girl. How the fuck was I supposed to just act like normal while she waltzed around flashing her tits and pussy everywhere?

That thought alone brought an image of her to mind, naked, at the bottom of the stairs, and my cock throbbed in my hand. I needed to jerk off so badly, but doing that while thinking of my sister felt so incredibly

wrong

. It didn't matter that she had the most amazing pair of boobs I'd ever laid eyes on or that her clean-shaven pussy was the first I'd ever actually seen. I couldn't masturbate to her.

Right?

I violently shook my head, snapping myself out of it. Of course I couldn't. I'd just been caught off guard, that was all. What I needed was some fresh air, outside, away from my crazy sister. The cold, winter air would do me good and keep her away. Rolling onto my feet, I made my way back downstairs, cautiously pausing at the bottom as I listened intently. After a brief wait, I heard Molly talking with our mom from the direction of the kitchen, letting me know I was all clear to make a break down the hallway and through the living room to reach my goal unnoticed.

Sneaking through the house felt completely ridiculous, but I breathed a sigh of relief as I reached the sliding glass door that led out to the back porch seemingly undetected. The air outside was indeed quite cold, hitting me like a slap across the face as I slid the door closed behind me. It helped, although without my coat I wouldn't be able to stay out for too long. Moving to lean against the side of the house, my eyes swept across the back lawn idly.

What the hell was I going to do? Hide outside for two weeks? Unlikely. In my room? Molly had never been one to hesitate from barging in before. I already hadn't been overly enthused about this vacation thanks to how anal my parents could be. Getting to see Molly again had been pretty much the only positive to look forward to--I just hadn't expected to see so damn much. Maybe it was just a brief, crazy phase. Maybe with how cold it was, she'd be forced to give in and put some clothes on. Maybe--

I jumped in surprise as the glass door slid open next to me. Expecting to see my dad step through, my jaw found itself once again on the ground as Molly instead stepped out to join me on the porch.

Still completely naked.

Her nipples were so hard they looked like they could cut diamonds, and she was absolutely covered in goosebumps. Which, unlike her presence, made complete sense, given it was December and she wasn't wearing a damn thing.

"Brrr, it really

is

cold out," Molly said, seeming not to notice me watching her. She crossed her arms to rub them with her hands which had the added effect of pushing her boobs up. It was a struggle not to stare, granted there wasn't exactly anywhere else safe to look.

"What the hell are you doing out here?" I couldn't tell if I was annoyed or secretly happy. It really should have been the former, but felt an awful lot more like the latter. At the very least, I knew for sure what my dick thought of the matter.

My sister's head turned slightly to look over at me, but rather than a surprised expression, she was only wearing a small smile. "Oh, you're out here too, Ben? Funny coincidence. I was just thinking of taking a quick dip in the hot tub before dinner."

"Aren't you freezing?"

"My ass off, yeah. Hence the hot tub. Help me with the cover?"

I nodded automatically, only remembering afterward that the entire point of my being out here had been to get away from her. It was too late now, so I walked over and helped her haul the cover off--the smell of chlorine filling the air as the gently roiling water came into view.

Pressing the button to ramp up the jets, Molly quickly clambered into the tub--flashing her pussy at me in the process--and breathed a sigh of relief as she sank into the water. With a contented sigh, she moved to the corner and rested her arms along the edge of the tub, her head thrown back slightly with a blissful expression on her face. The sight was perfectly normal, except for the fact I could see the entirety of her amazing breasts over the water. Ripping my eyes away, I stepped away to lean back against the house. I probably

should

have just fled inside and left her out here alone, but I didn't.

"What were you even doing outside?" she asked after a moment.

Avoiding you

. "Just getting some fresh air."

"Hmm. Fresh air. Aren't you cold? Not wearing a coat."

I laughed. "As if that stopped you."

Molly shrugged. "I'm in the tub. You're not."

"What, you want me to join you?" My eyes flicked back over, latching onto the sight of her bare boobs.

"It's just a hot tub," she replied with a laugh. "We've shared this exact one before."

"Yeah, but you weren't..."

"Naked?"

"Exactly."

She arched an eyebrow. "So wearing two flimsy pieces of cloth makes everything okay? You can't even see anything important anyways."

"I can see your nips," I pointed out, staring at them. Marveling at them, really. They were incredible.

Molly smiled widely. "Like them?"

Yes.

"No."

"Well, that's just mean. They're perfectly good nipples."

I refrained from commenting, pulling my eyes away yet again and fighting the urge to look back.

"Come on," she whined, drawing out the second word. "Don't be so lame. Join me."

"Not wearing a swimsuit." It was a flimsy excuse, especially considering I could easily go grab one.

"Who said you need one? Just strip."

My head snapped back over as I looked at her in shock. Molly had a shit-eating grin on her face, but from her tone, she'd been entirely serious. "Are you crazy? I'm not getting naked around you."

"Oh? That's a shame. Don't even know what you're missing out on. Not a big deal though, just means more space for me. Feel free to keep standing there and perving out over my tits."

The words hit me like a slap, but the worst of it was that I couldn't refute her because that's exactly what I'd been doing ever since getting home. Perving out on my sister like some kind of sick fuck. I spun around and shoved open the sliding door, already halfway inside the house as Molly called out after me. I didn't want to hear what she said. Even

if

she was going to say it had just been a joke, the fact of the matter was that she'd been

right.

And so, for the second time that evening, I found myself lying on my back in my bed with my traitorous cock pressing against the crotch of my pants. I needed to deal with it, especially before dinner when my parents or god forbid my sister might notice. Again. Gingerly slipping my hand down the front of my pants, I groaned as my fingers wrapped around the head of my dick. I needed to jack off, desperately. An image of Molly in the hot tub floated to the front of my thoughts and this time I was so horny I decided to just go with it.

A soft knock on my door was all the warning I had to quickly pull my hand out of my pants before it gently swung open. Even with the light off, I could tell from her silhouette that it was my sister.

"Oh my, on your bed in the dark, huh? Sorry if I'm interrupting anything. Want me to come back later?"

The teasing note in her voice only caused me to flush even harder. "Shut up, I'm not doing anything. Feel free to turn on the lights and see."

She did, and I was momentarily blinded as the room was abruptly flooded with light. "Now I have to wonder if you said that to prove your innocence or just because you wanted to get a better look at me."

I tried to resist, I really did, but it felt like a gravitational pull as my head shifted on my pillow to look over at the door. Molly was still naked, unsurprisingly, and looked even sexier than earlier thanks to the stray traces of water she hadn't dried off. If anything, the view was even more scandalous than any I'd had before as from my lower position I was able to make out her pussy in much greater detail. I swallowed nervously as I couldn't help but wonder if she was as turned on as I was.

Even though she had to know exactly where I was looking, Molly just stood there, hands on her hips, not saying anything. A very quick glance upward showed an amused smirk on her lips, which was a massive relief. Dropping my eyes back down to her crotch, I struggled to come up with something, anything to say.

"You know I can see your pussy, right?"

Not my best, by a long shot, but it was the only thing on my mind.

Molly gasped, clearly in mock surprise, and moved her right hand to cover herself. I found myself immediately regretting my words, which then only made me even

more

confused. I shouldn't be feeling remorse over

not

getting to see a part of her I was never meant to see.

"It's a pretty pussy, though, isn't it?" she asked, her fingers spreading in a 'v' to expose herself again before she pulled her hand away. "Of course you can see it, that's kinda inevitable with being naked and all."

"And... that doesn't bother you? Like... at all?" I was completely and utterly confused, but entirely enraptured by her delicate folds. Was that her clit poking out slightly or just a bump of skin?

"Why would it? It's just a pussy, bro. Every woman's got one. Want a better look?"

I gently nodded, not even really processing what that meant. "Yeah, but I'm your

brother

. And you're my

sister

."

She laughed as she came to a stop only a few steps away from where I was lying. "Psh, it's not that big of a deal. It's not like you're a pervert who'd get turned on by his sister." Her hand dropped back down to her pussy, but this time instead of covering it she used her fingers to spread her lips open, showing me that yes, indeed, that was her clit, while also completely entrancing me with her pink folds. "Right?"

"I... Er... I mean, yeah. Right." This was insane. This was crazy. We shouldn't be doing this. And yet the last thing I wanted was for it to stop. "Maybe... a closer look? For science!"

"Hmmm, science, huh?" She took a step closer, and then another, bringing her to the edge of my bed. Her pussy was

right

there, easily within reach if I dared to. I was already imagining what it would feel like to run my finger through her folds, up to her clit. Was she wet? Would she moan? They were completely and utterly inappropriate thoughts, I knew, but right then, they were all-consuming.

"Dinner's ready!"

Our mom's voice from downstairs was faint, but loud enough to immediately snap the two of us out of whatever state of insanity we'd been in. Molly was so surprised that she even jumped, causing her tits to bounce in the most incredible manner.

"Fucking hell..." she muttered, softly enough I barely heard it. "Well, I'll see you downstairs once you finish jerking off to my pretty pussy," she said more loudly before finishing with a wink and turning to leave.

Jumping to my feet, I scrambled after her while pushing down my annoyance. Not at her, but at myself, because she was

right

. My cock was screaming at me to give it some release after seeing her spread pussy so close up, but there was no way I was going to do that after what she said. "I would never--"

"Yeah? That giant tent in your pants says otherwise.

Pervert

."

The way she said it let me know she was teasing me, but it still stung. "Me? You're the naked one."

"Nothin' wrong with being naked. It's how we were born after all."

It was hard to come up with a retort to that, especially since we were walking down the stairs and I was getting to watch her bounce down them in all the right ways. Once we reached the bottom, our conversation truly dried up, since we both knew our parents would be able to hear anything we said.

Dinner itself was surprisingly normal, other than Molly being naked, of course. Neither of my parents batted an eye at it, and I imagined they'd mostly grown used to it since she'd been back home for almost a week by this point. There were still a few tells, though. When she asked for the potatoes our dad handed the bowl over while firmly looking at his own plate, and our mom would frown anytime she looked at Molly. For my part, I did my best to act like my sister's boobs weren't trying to win a staring contest with me, although I'm pretty sure I wasn't doing a terribly good job of it.

Everything took a dramatic turn as we were just about to finish eating when Molly's final forkful of mashed potatoes slipped off and somehow managed to land directly on one of her nipples. Without even hesitating, my sister reached up, grabbed her boob, and pulled it upward before wrapping her mouth around her own nipple and sucking it clean. "Mmmm, delicious," she said, her eyes meeting mine.

My mouth was hanging open, my eyes glued to my sister's glistening nipple.

Mom, on the other hand, blew up. "Molly Jane Thomas! That is

not

acceptable dinner etiquette! We're trying to be understanding, but this, this is too far! Go to your room, young lady."

"But Mom," she complained, drawing out the final 'm' as if she were still a child. "I was just--"

"Listen to your mother." Dad was stony-faced, and as a pastor, I could only imagine what was going through his head. Probably something along the lines of the devil getting to his baby girl.

"What about dessert though?" Molly asked, and there was a real note of sadness this time which made sense considering the smell of a freshly baked pecan pie had been taunting us the entire time we'd been eating. It was our mom's specialty, and both of our favorites.