All characters are at least 18.
My parents liked to say that "they were there when the Wall fell".
I wasn't sure which Wall they were referring to, Berlin or New York, or if it had been Berlin but was now New York, but regardless, their sentiment should indicate their heterodox thinking.
So, I responded only with mild surprise when they suggested that we become a nudist family.
I did tell them that this would make me uncomfortable. When they responded that that was why they needed to do this, I tried to appeal to their Kantian sensibilities. This would have worked a couple of months ago, but unfortunately, my parents had recently re-read John Stuart Mill and could thus not be persuaded on deontological grounds.
I then refused to participate. They took this to mean that it was okay for them to be naked and that I would observe.
Shit.
And so the first week after they suggested the idea, they both walked around entirely nude.
I tried to avoid them, but I was raised to be curious. I found it surprising that my parents liked to keep their pubic hair trimmed, that my father's penis was slightly smaller than mine but had more girth, and that my mother had large areolas and a mole on her right butt cheek.
I soon found myself trying to determine which parts of my own body most resembled the comparable parts of my parents. My hips were my father's but I had gotten my mother's long legs, for better or for worse.
"Like what you see?" My mom asked one day when she saw me re-examining her mole.
"The mole on your butt winks when you move," I answered.
She hopped a little in response.
On another occasion, my dad asked me if I could take a look at his penis.
"I'm worried about a bump," he said.
"I don't see anything."
"You won't see anything by standing."
I crouched in front of him and grabbed his limp penis. I lifted the shaft up, to the side, and was convinced that he was overreacting until I touched underneath his scrotum.
"You're right--there's a pimple," I said.
