Let it happen (END)

Tiffany slowly blinked her eyes open, and glanced back at the door to her bedroom. "How long was I out..." Tiffany said aloud, rubbing her forehead as she looked around the room. Looking down, she noticed she was still naked, and shivered. "That's right. Nothing to wear in here." Tiffany remembered, as she stood and edged towards the doorway. "As much as I'd rather not, seems like I've got **** but to ask for help."

Cautiously unlocking the door, Tiffany slowly creaked the door open, carefully hiding her body behind the white, wooden door. "Hey, can someone come here?" She called out to the house. Sure enough, her mom quickly made her way over to the door. "Something wrong?" She innocently asked, raising an eyebrow.

Tiffany blushed slightly. "I... I don't have anything to wear in here. Can you fetch me a towel, or something from the laundry room?"

Her mom nodded her head, and quickly moved out towards the laundry room. After a few minutes of waiting behind the door, awkwardly standing still as she tried to wait patiently for some clothes, Tiffany could hear a slight commotion from the living room. Her mom came back around the corner which led to the living room, a disappointed look on her face. "Do you know where the key to the laundry room is? We looked all over the place."

"Should be on a hook near the back door. Check again."

Her mom shook her head. "We looked everywhere. Nothing on the hooks, and the door won't budge. You sure you can't just slip on some sweatpants and a bad T-Shirt? Let me help, I can just..." Tiffany's mom offered, already forcing her way through the door. Tiffany's eyes widened, as the door was thrown open before she had a chance to stick her foot in the way to stop it. "Wait, mom! I'm..." She tried to warn, to no avail. Both paused in position, as they locked eyes briefly. Then her mom's eyes wandered down, and widened in response. "...Oh. You don't have any clothes on." She calmly stated.

After an awkward silence, her mom began to smirk. "...Did we catch you at a bad time? Why are you naked?" She questioned. Tiffany stammered, and quickly reached her hands up to cover both her boobs. She brought her left leg up, and tried to cross it across to shield her pussy from view. "Mom!" She exclaimed in embarrassment, briefly uncovering a boob to make a shooing motion out the door.

In response, Tiffany's mom merely waved a hand in the air. "Oh relax. I'm your mom. I've seen all you have to show and more plenty of times. You..." Her mom began, looking back at her own, less rounded butt. "You kinda lucked out on both halves didn't you? Anyway, what's the deal?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow. Tiffany huffed in frustration. "I don't know. You guys came home in the middle of me doing my laundry. When I ducked in here to put on some clothes, there wasn't anything to grab." She explained, now red in the face. "...Can you grab me a towel? This is embarrassing..." Tiffany begged.

Her mom thought for a moment, before looking back with a smug grin on her face. "Sounds like you thought it'd be nice to just go ahead and do it all, since you didn't think anyone was going to be home. I've done my fair share of laundry in questionable clothes, but I guess naked is more efficient." She accused. Tiffany was about to defend herself, when her brother Jacob rounded the corner. "Hey, hey, hey! What's all the--" He began, finger gunning as he entered the room. "Whoa!" Jason exclaimed, already collapsing into a fit of laughter. "What the hell?!" He exclaimed. Tiffany instantly recoiled with a shriek, shooting a hand down from her left boob to cover her pussy, and quickly re-positioning her left arm to cover up both her nipples. "Get him out of here!" She yelled.

Ignoring Tiffany, her mom turned her head back to face Jason. "Seems like she decided to do some naked laundry and it backfired on her. Now the door is locked, and she has nothing to put on." Just then, Tiffany's dad rounded the corner with a glass of beer in his hand. "Hey, what's with all the yelling?" He questioned. Looking around the room, he raised an eyebrow in Tiffany's direction. "Not that kind of party, but I like your enthusiasm anyway" He noted, already walking back towards the couch. Tiffany's blush had grown to a strawberry red. "Please just get out!"

Jason took his cue, backing out of the doorway. "Ok, fine miss nudie pants. Jeez." Out walked Jason, but in walked the last visitor. Her sister Kim sauntered slowly into the room, already grinning ear to ear as she was met by the full frontal form of Tiffany's naked body. "Well, I saw the nudist thing coming. Got too good of a body to keep it under wraps." She joked. Tiffany stuck her tongue out in response, and flipped a discreet middle finger from the hand on her breast. Her mom rolled her eyes. "Well, seems like Tiff was doing some naked laundry. All her clothes are in the laundry room, so I guess we need to help her find the key at some point" She explained. Kim rolled her eyes. "Typical. I got all the brains, and she got... Those." Kim said, motioning to the area of Tiffany's breasts and ass. "Well anyway, can that wait? I'm starving, and I don't want to spend forever looking to find a key that may not exist because someone feels a little shy."

Tiffany's mom shrugged, before looking back at Tiffany. "She has a point. We brought some Italian, and it won't stay warm forever. We'll help you find the keys or some clothes after we eat."

Tiffany stood flabbergasted for a moment. "Eat? I can't eat like this! I've only got a pair of slippers on!" Tiffany exclaimed, looking down at her feet. "...That's absolutely off the table."

Her mom was quick to speak up. "Any better idea? We can just leave. Make the whole hour long trip to come see you useless, because you decided being naked in front of your family is too embarrassing. Let you spend all night looking for the key by yourself."

Kim nodded in agreement. "You're probably gonna need some help finding those keys. Who are you afraid of seeing you naked anyways? Dad? In case you didn't notice, he already saw you. So did Jason. Dad shrugged it off like another joke, and Jason just laughed at you." Kim explained. "You were the one that decided to do laundry naked anyway. Not our fault it went sideways on you."

Tiffany stood awkwardly for a moment, thinking. "They're right..." She thought to herself. "No point in crying about it. Guess I should wait it out."

And so, Tiffany did just that. She stopped covering herself, and her face instantly reddened another five shades. The two stared for a moment at Tiffany's naked body. "Jesus Tiff, how the hell don't you have a boyfriend yet?" Her mom questioned. Kim looked down at her flatter chest in sorrow, before looking back and poking Tiffany's right boob. "How..." She murmured, before coughing and leading the way back out the door and into the hall.

And so, Tiffany just went about the evening trying to pretend she wasn't naked, and instead was wearing clothes. The topic of her state of undress came up in conversation several times, and even Tiffany found herself laughing at a few of the jokes they cracked as Tiffany downed large amounts of shots in an attempt to drown her embarrassment away. Her mom made several remarks about how she got her perfectly rounded boobs from her own side of the family, while the curvy and rounded ass came from her father's side. Kim suggested that she didn't really need to bother putting on clothes around them if she was living a nudist lifestyle in secret, which Tiffany wholeheartedly denied. The evening went by surprisingly better than anticipated given the situation, and her family even owned up on their promise to help find her key before they left to go home. It was located under the garbage can, and Tiffany was able to wrap herself in a freshly dried blanket as her family made their exit. The day done, Tiffany cast the blanket aside, and began to walk her way back to her own bedroom. "That was exhausting..." Tiffany thought to herself, her eyes going drowsy.