Naked Without A Cause

This story was originally written for the

Literotica Nude Day Story Contest 2024

in June/July 2024.

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Trevor Jones was many things. A twenty one year-old CS student at Carnegie Mellon. A five-foot-eleven, fit and handsome guy with an easy smile and a short mane of chestnut hair. A player and a frequent heartthrob, sometimes hooking up pretty much just for sport. A great and caring lover according to some of his more serious partners. An asshole and a fuckboi, according to the less serious ones. Either way, he didn't care much about any of these labels.

But woe betide anyone who dared to call Trevor

a nerd

.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are beginning our descent to Jacksonville. Please return to your seats and fasten your seat belts --"

He put on his headphones and gazed through the airplane window. He groaned as he quickly pulled down the plastic curtain, blinded by sunlight reflected off of the turquoise ocean. He fiddled with his phone and played some music; old-school heavy metal had recently become his new favorite. Leaning back in the chair and closing his eyes, he gave out a contented sigh as he let his ear canals be assaulted by savage drums and sundering guitar riffs.

As his thoughts wandered, he remembered bits and pieces of the past three years. It sure had been an eventful period for the young man.

In particular, his first year at the university was a time of great change. After years of suffering through high school as a social outcast and a weirdo, Trevor had a firm conviction to reinvent himself as a new, better man.

He started out, sensibly, by doing something about his shaggy appearance. Though not exactly ugly, traces of acne, greasy hair, unflattering clothes, and too much fluff around his midsection weren't doing him any favors. Once he had dealt with most of this baggage, it became quite a bit easier for him to engage with other people.

Including, most importantly for the then-virgin Trevor, the people of the opposite sex.

"Sir," someone said, as his shoulder was gently shaken, "would you mind keeping the window open for landing?"

Grumbling, he frowned at the flight attendant, though his expression softened when he saw her young and pretty face. He let the sunlight in, followed the enticing sway of the woman's butt in a tight blue miniskirt, then closed the curtain again when he was sure she couldn't see him anymore.

Trevor would still sometimes think of his first girlfriend. Jessica was a cute, mousy little thing, wearing loose woolen sweaters and thick-rimmed glasses that thankfully didn't hide her beautiful hazel eyes. She caught his eye in the second week of his freshman year, blushing profusely when he eventually mustered the courage to ask her out. Their first time was predictably awkward, partly because she had quite a bit of trouble taking in his wide, seven-and-a-half-inch cock.

It took Trevor the better part of the year to realize the full extent of her crippling insecurity, and how damaging it was to their relationship. It had led her to sabotage most of his attempts at self-improvement, all because she feared he'd soon leave her for someone better. When he understood this dynamic, leaving her was exactly what the clever boy did, in part because he

was

feeling like he could be doing so much better at this point.

The wheels roughly touched the tarmac, shaking the aircraft as its brakes pushed Trevor to sink into his seat. The playlist served him some shrill, throaty vocals about touching the sun and wings turning to ash, which he thought was rather appropriate as he cursed the pilot for the unpleasant landing. He smirked then, thinking back to his second year, which was really when his student life took off and flew to dizzying heights.

Free of the ballast that Jessica turned out to be, he started to explore the college dating scene with uncanny fervor. With his new style, combed hair, clean skin and toned body, he was often just one well-placed smile away from charming whichever girl struck his fancy. Most of these quick relationships didn't last long, and it was because Trevor didn't want them to. He treated those fleeting connections as little more than stepping stones, rungs on a social ladder that he rightfully deserved to climb. At the top, there must've awaited some well-deserved compensation -- a just payback for all the jeers and rebuffs he had to suffer through in his high school years.

Whether Trevor had reached this goal was debatable at best. He certainly didn't want for attention, and he really enjoyed all the sex he'd been having, but the allure of these largely meaningless flings was fading pretty fast. It didn't help at all that he was developing a

reputation

on the campus, and it wasn't one that he'd like to precede him. Sure, he could still pick up girls who were up for some no-strings-attached fun, but few of them, he realized, were worth the effort to get to know them outside of the bedroom.

"Come on... Pick up your bags, and your fat asses, and move," he mumbled to himself quietly, tapping the phone while he waited for other passengers to disembark.

Then came the summer of the previous year, when he took a breather and came back home for a few weeks. While there, he managed to clear his head and break the cycle of constantly seducing new girls and dumping them almost as fast as he'd fuck them. He did so by channeling his inner nerd again, and thus remembering that he used to have other hobbies beyond chasing pussy. One wouldn't think that a better balance in life could be achieved by playing

more

video games but, in Trevor's case, this was more or less exactly what happened.

Returning to the campus, he adopted a novel strategy: honesty. With every new chick, he was now very upfront as to what he was looking for -- which, in most cases, was friendship with a side of sex. Though this approach would torpedo his chances with quite a few girls he'd love to get in bed with, he was surprised at how effective it was with many others.

Before long, rumors about him started to turn around. He was now this rare guy who was smoking hot, mostly respectful, great in bed, and fun to be around. He didn't need to go on a prowl anymore: his circle of friends with benefits was more than enough to provide him with all the companionship he needed -- platonic or otherwise.

"Pittsburgh, Pittsburgh..." he muttered, looking at the baggage claim info screen. "Ah, belt 5."

There was one particular girl, however, that Trevor had trouble staying on friendly terms with.

"Well, there you are finally! What took my douchebag brother so long?"

His younger sister Lila.

"Great to see you, too,

Deli

," he said, using the short form of Delilah that he knew she hated. "How's the house? Or is it already just a pile of rubble?"

She scoffed. "I wish. At least then I wouldn't have to suffer your presence in it!"

"Oh please! I know you secretly adore me," he said, looking at her with a teasing smile as they walked through the arrival area. "Aren't you relishing this opportunity, to show your big brother what an responsible adult you've become?"

"Yeah, right," she said, rolling her eyes hard. "Sooo ecstatic! I can't wait for him to play video games all day again, just like last year..."

He bristled at this remark, but restrained himself enough to reply in a calm manner. "Hardly, sis. Our folks asked me to come down here to keep an eye on everything, including

you

, so that's exactly what I'll be doing."

She scoffed again. "Right, like I need a babysitter to watch over me... I'm nineteen years old and in college, dammit!"

He laughed. "Okay, maybe you don't, but it's an entire month and a large house that wasn't built yesterday. They wanted a peace of mind -- that if something suddenly breaks then I'll be there to fix it, while they are kicking back in Tobago, or Tuvalu, or wherever it is they went to for this 'second honeymoon' thing..."

"Thailand, you dummy," she corrected him with a self-satisfied smirk. "But yes, I very much appreciate having a

man

in the house. When a water pipe bursts, then it'll be on him, and him alone, to save the day by calling a plumber. My silly woman brain is unable to handle something so complicated, after all."

He only chuckled at that, shaking his head as they continued the jaunt through the crowded airport.

Lila was usually like this around Trevor: disagreeable, snarky, outright snappish at times. She hadn't liked him much in high school, when everyone she knew thought of him as a dork and a loser. Her nerdy older brother would cramp her style whenever she had friends over, adding to the gnarly mess of world-ending problems that every sixteen year-old girl was convinced she was facing.

But Lila also didn't like this new and allegedly "improved" Trevor. His confidence annoyed her. She'd say he treated women too instrumentally, which was just a polite way of saying she considered him a misogynistic asshole. In her book, this was one of the high crimes a man could commit, because she prided herself in her sensitivity to mistreatment of the oppressed.

"Here," she said, unlocking the trunk with a remote key fob. "Load your junk and let's get out of here."

"Want me to drive?" he asked with a grin, knowing the mere suggestion would irritate the hell out of her.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that."

"Suit yourself," he said, shrugging as he got in the passenger seat. "I just wanted to make sure we get back home in one piece."

She rolled her eyes. "You know it's men who drive much more recklessly, right?"

"Oh, I do. That's why I'd never let my little sister drive among those dangerous men," he retorted, buckling up with a purposely loud click. "But hey, she said she's an adult now, so --"

"Oh god, would you just shut up? I

do

have to focus on driving, you know, at least until we get to the freeway, so..."

He heeded her request and sighed, realizing he might've ribbed her too strongly this time. He couldn't help it, though. It was his way of dealing with the fact that his sister could get a rise out of him in a rather different way, too.

Which was to say that Trevor thought his younger sister Lila was totally drop-dead gorgeous.

It was last summer when he noticed this for the first time. She had just graduated from high school, and she was spending her long, well-deserved summer break enjoying the sunny weather at home. While their house didn't come with a pool, it had a cozy, sun-bathed backyard surrounded by tall hedges. Lila would use it when she didn't hang out with friends at the beach, wearing boldly cut bikinis that exposed much of her smooth skin.

He didn't think much of it at first, as the siblings were used to mostly ignoring each other for the past several years. But as the days dragged on, and Trevor's self-imposed celibacy started to take its toll, his gaze would occasionally linger on his sister's surprisingly developed curves. Only a few inches shorter than him, Lila's young body was clearly transitioning away from her previously slender form and into a fuller, almost voluptuous physique.

His extensive experience with breasts of various sizes told him she was at least a C cup, and the lovely pair was also very round and shapely. The firm butt he could spy whenever she turned around on the chaise longue was also large and very enticing. Because she appeared to have gained no fat in other places, it gave her an alluring hourglass figure that, Trevor had to admit, was starting to cause a major stir in his pants.

"So, uh, how was your first year, Lila?" he decided to break the silence.

Her eyes flicked to him for a moment, fingers curling tighter around the wheel.

"It was fine."

"Anything fun?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe the protest against police brutality? Or perhaps fundraising for the DNC? How about a march in support of reproductive rights? I doubt any of these would sound like fun to

you

," she emphasized, and it sounded like an accusation.

"I meant something fun that you've done for yourself, sis," he said, suppressing the impulse to shake his head. "You don't have to try and save the world every day, you know..."

"Easy for you to say, douchebag brother," she said calmly, as if this was his given name. "When was the last time you've done something for the greater good, huh?"

He sighed. Yup, this was typical Delilah. Always concerned for the downtrodden. Always on the lookout for the latest just cause. It didn't surprise him much when he learned she wanted to study political science at Duke. Honestly, such a degree was comparatively more sensible, given that he'd expected her to pick some useless major whose name ended in "studies."

"You should relax, Lila," he tried to appease her. "Enjoy your summer break. I can tell you it's always over too soon, as your older and experienced --"

"And douchebag," she threw in.

"-- and occasionally a little self-centered brother, yes," he finished with a smile. "Gotta find the right balance, as they say..."

She smirked now, slacking the iron grip she held on the steering wheel. "And you'll be the one to tip me towards said balance, I'm guessing?"

"Something like that, yeah..."

"Well, as long as you don't get in my way, I suppose we

might

get along somehow," she ventured. "Might."

Trevor didn't feel the need to press the issue any further. Instead he just looked at Lila, and he saw her glance at and give out a brief eye roll. Yet, at the same time, he also caught a small dimple in her cheek, almost obscured by the wavy tresses of her blond hair.

His eyes lingered on it for a moment, until he felt like he was losing the battle not to gaze further down. He looked away, whipping out his phone and pairing it with the car's stereo. He hesitated for a moment, before queuing up his metal playlist, but he soon found out that Lila didn't seem to mind an odd guitar riff or two.

***

The few days that followed passed uneventfully, with no major incident between the quarrelsome siblings. It probably helped that they largely stayed out of each other's way.

Trevor was actually quite busy during this time. He was working on a portfolio of contributions to various open-source projects, because he thought it would bolster his chances when applying for internships at major tech companies next year. He'd usually work in the comfort of his air-conditioned room with a large computer screen, though he'd sometimes choose to soak up the sunshine in their cozy backyard instead.

In those times, if his sister happened to be around, Trevor was really glad that he had his laptop with him. Not only it presented him with something to allegedly focus on but also covered the annoyingly persistent erection in his trunks.

"Whatcha playing, nerd?" she teased him one day, looking giddily over his shoulder. "Ah, it's just some boring code stuff..."

The reason for his frequent hard-ons was currently bending down, her bikini-clad boobs hanging just to the side of his flustered face.

"Ugh," he groaned, trying to keep his eyes away from the luscious globes, "what do you want?"

She pouted at him. "What? I can't simply say hi to my brother?"

"That's not what you --"

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry," she said, her tone a bit whiny but apologetic enough, Trevor thought. "Force of habit, you know. It's just that seeing you like this, hunched over the screen, reminded me of the old times, before my brother turned into"--she bit her tongue before saying the d-word--"hmm, the handsome hunk he is now..."

He blinked, flabbergasted by Lila's strange overture. What had gotten into her, he wondered? Trevor wouldn't even dare to think this but he could swear that his sister sounded almost like she was... flirting with him?

"Oh really?"

"Yeah," she practically whispered. "Anyway, I need your help, bro," she added in a normal voice.

Bah! Of course.

"Okay, what is it?" he asked, mildly irritated, as he closed the laptop but left it to cover the half-chub in his trunks.

Smiling, the scantily clad beauty moved quickly to sit on the long chair nearby. Trevor caught a glimpse of her scrumptious butt, covered in orange sarong that didn't quite conceal the thin straps of her very skimpy bottoms. She faced her brother and leaned forward, elbows resting on the knees while her substantial breasts practically spilled out of the azure bikini top.

"Well... you know what month it is now?"

He swallowed -- not because this was a tricky question but because he had real trouble maintaining eye contact with Lila. "Uh, it's June, sis..."

"That's right: it's Pride Month!"

"Oh? Sure, yeah, I suppose it is..."

His shoulders almost automatically rose to a shrug but, thankfully, he caught himself at the last second.

"Yup! And there's this new initiative that's gonna be kinda big this year. Wanna know what it is?"

He couldn't resist a sigh. "I feel like I might not have a choice..."

"Oh come on! This could be your chance to finally do something

for the greater good

," she said, grinning sarcastically for just a moment before going back to an innocent, pleading smile. "And you'd also get to act all manly, and protective, and chivalrous, and all that jazz! So? How about that, big brother?"

"Okay, fine!" he said, waving his hand in defeat. "Just tell me what this is about..."

Lila beamed an even wider smile, clearly undeterred by his lack of enthusiasm. "So! The idea is that, as an ally to marginalized groups, you are encouraged to try and empathize with their lived experience of discomfort of just, like, being their true selves in public spaces and getting harassed for it..."

"Uhm, right, okay," Trevor said without much conviction, all but lost in the obscure jargon and rhetoric. He nodded along, mostly just trying to avoid stealing glances down his sister's ample cleavage. It wasn't easy, for her perky boobs jiggled rather prominently when Lila engaged in her animated explanation.

"But you're probably wondering... How can you empathize like this when you're all privileged and comfortable, right?" He didn't, in fact, wonder about that at all. "Well, guess what? It might still be possible to experience similar discomfort, if everyone who sees you disapproves of your appearance. Worth a try for sure!" He wasn't sure about that at all. "So, this is going to be a day where you should go out in public and have everyone look at you in a way that makes you very uncomfortable... It's called the Nude Day!"

He gasped. "The

what

day?"

"The Nude Day..." she began, then burst into a fit of nervous giggles. "Well, it's exactly what it's called, silly! Don't make me say it again."

Lila's brother stared at her blankly. "A nude day," he said flatly. "Like, no clothes?

In public?"

"Exactly! It's supposed to be uncomfortable, maybe even shocking," she spoke with uncanny zeal. "You know, just like when people who don't conform to societal norms --"

"And you want to, uh, to celebrate this... holiday?"

She nodded. "Well, yes! And that's why I need your help, bro."

He blinked. "My help?"

"Uh, yes... Because, you know, I'm not

stupid,"

she said with pointed emphasis. "I am well aware that when I go out naked in public, it won't be just that I'll be a little uncomfortable. It may actually get straight-up dangerous, especially in this backwards state that's so full of intolerant people..."

For a moment, Trevor wanted to chime in with a sensible correction -- that it wasn't just prejudiced bigots who'd frown upon someone going out and about without a stitch of clothing. But as the thought formed in his mind and the words started to make their way from the brain to his vocal chords, he stopped abruptly when he fully grasped what Lila's crazy idea meant.