Mike finds out

Nancy woke up very early the next morning. Looking at the clock, she saw that it was 5 am. She knew that Mike, the only person in the house, would be sleeping at least next 4 hours, as always. She went downstairs to make some tea and something for breakfast. She thought about what she could do today. Maybe another short walk or maybe a drive. While eating sandwiches and drinking tea, Nancy tried to think of a plan for today to support her new hobby. When she finished eating, an idea occurred to her.

"Mike will be sleeping for a while longer, he always wakes up before nine," Nancy said to herself, "how about a naked dance. Hmmm." Nancy reached for her Walkman, put on her favorite mix and started dancing in front of the couch in the living room. Her hair bounced with her violent movements, her small breasts made figure eights, her closed eyes projected the image of her doing this dance in a much more public place. "Maybe in a club a little way downtown," Nancy thought, still with her eyes closed. She imagined herself dancing on the dance floor, with a crowd of people standing below her, all admiring her and cheering her on. Nancy. Nancy. Nancy. Nancy. Nancy.

Miss Wheeler loved it. She wanted them to chant more and more.

NANCY! GOD DAMN IT NANCY!

This chanting seemed to be coming from somewhere else. As if it were closer to her and she could hear it more clearly.

NANCY! WAKE UP SISTER!

Sis? What's that supposed to be?

Nancy stopped moving and opened her eyes. Her brother Mike was standing in front of her, his eyes wide open watching the scene that was taking place in his living room.

Nancy stared back at him. It took her a few seconds to realize that she was showing off everything she had to her brother. She reached for the couch pillow and pulled it against her body from the front.

Mike's smile twisted as he watched his older sister stand nervously in front of him, wondering what to say. "So? We're going to pretend like what I just saw wasn't really fucking weird?" Mike asked in an amused tone. Nancy looked at him with a surprised expression.

"Are you serious? It's partly my house, I can do whatever I want here. And besides, there's nothing weird about this. I like it, it feels good to me, and I'm willing to sacrifice a lot for it," Nancy snapped at him.

Mike froze a little, he hadn't expected her to defend herself like that. He'd expected more sobbing and begging not to tell anyone.

"It's not even 14 days since I ran into you in the shower and you were going crazy, even though you were behind a curtain. And all of a sudden you're trying to tell me that you love being naked so much that you're dancing without clothes in our living room, even if it means someone, specifically me, will see you?" Mike asked suspiciously.

"What do you care about me?" Nancy snapped. "Why do you think you should know everything about me?"

"Wait a minute!" Mike suddenly interrupted her, his smile returning to his face. Yesterday when I came home from the Hellfire Club, you weren't home. All your things were in your room and not a single item of clothing was missing from your closet. And then I heard you come home. "I looked through the keyhole and you came into the room dressed about as much as you are right now," Mike was repeating his suspicions. "So the conclusion is clear," he said triumphantly, "you, Nancy Wheeler, are a dirty nudist and exhibitionist who wandered around town completely naked at night."

Nancy didn't know what to say. She just stood there, covered only by a pillow, looking into the face of her brother, who had just revealed her biggest secret. She knew she could be in real trouble if Mike told her parents, she could be extremely embarrassed in front of them. What the hell is she saying? What kind of embarrassment? She's proud of her nudism, after all. She's proud of her body, she's a proud and beautiful woman.

Nancy put on a poker face, calmly threw the pillow on the couch and put her hands on her hips. Mike looked at her in disgust. "Damn sis, what are you doing? Do you think I want to see this? You're my sister."

"Well, first of all, you're looking at me voluntarily. You can look away. Plus, I don't have anything that any other girl doesn't have. You've seen a naked girl before, don't lie to me, I know Lucas lends you his Playboy sometimes and i do not believe that you and Eleven do only kissing. And second of all, I'm not a dirty exhibitionist. I'm just an exhibitionist. Dirty doesn't apply to this. There's nothing dirty about this. There's been a few things in my life that have made me realize how much I love nudity and how clothes tie me down and don't show my true self. I'm not going to do anything about you finding out, it shouldn't have happened. But I sincerely hope that you love me enough to keep this quiet from your parents so that I don't lose my purpose in life and can still express my true self." Nancy ended her monologue with a slight smile for her brother.

Mike stared at her in amazement. His sister stood right in front of him, naked as the day she was born, presenting herself with all her feminine secrets and telling him this crazy reality to his face. "Well, Nancy," he began, "I have to say, that was brave. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so mean. And don't worry, I won't tell anyone if it means so much to you." He looked Nancy in the eyes and she looked into his.

Her eyes filled with tears of emotion as she heard her brother's apology and support. She grabbed him in her arms and hugged him. "Thank you, brother, I knew you wouldn't let me down. I love you."

Mike flinched a little, he understood that Nancy was happy, but he really didn't like the way his sister pressed him against her exposed breasts.

When she finally let go of him, her eyes were still wet. "Can you explain to me a little bit how you got into this? I should know, don't you think?" Mike said and went to the kitchen to make something to eat.

Nancy, still the same undressed, went to the fridge, which she leaned against and started telling Mike everything, while he was making eggs on toast. She told him everything. From the mysterious heat in the office, to their shared accident in the bathroom, to her night walks and changes in her behavior and feelings about nudity. Mike ate breakfast while watching his sister tell him her story.

"Fuck me, that's a really tough, sister. I never thought you'd be so brave." He nodded his head approvingly. "But your courage shouldn't surprise me, right? After all, you fought a demogorgon." He laughed at his own joke. Nancy smiled too. "You know, it's not just about courage. It's also about expressing your true self. And often just courage is not enough. It also takes a lot of determination. Without it, you can never do what I do." Nancy said to him.

"Don't hold it against me, but I really don't want to do what you do. It's a bit too much for me." Mike started to get a little mad that his sister would try to get him to do it.

"Don't worry, this isn't for everyone, you don't have to do anything." Nancy smiled at him. Then something occurred to her. "You know, there's something you could do for me." she said to Mike. "You could come with me sometimes as an escort if something went wrong. Maybe just carry clothes or take Polaroid photos of me, filming me and stuff."

Mike stared at her thoughtfully for a moment. "Really Nancy? You really want me to do this?"

"Really."

"Well then," Mike said after a moment of silence, "I guess there's nothing wrong with me helping you out from time to time.

"Thank you, bro." Nancy was about to hug him again, but Mike stopped her with his hands. "Look, I may not mind helping you, or seeing you naked, but I really don't want your boobs all over my face." he told her with a laugh. Nancy blushed a little and then started laughing too. "Sure, sorry," she apologized. "So, how about we watch something on TV?"

"Sure." Mike nodded.

They moved to the couch and settled down on it, Mike fully clothed and Nancy fully naked. They were both looking forward to a good sitcom, but instead they were watching Sheriff Powell giving some important speech on TV.

"So, as I was saying, Eddie Munson is currently the prime suspect in the **** of Chrissie Cunningham, who was found in his uncle's trailer this morning. If you have any information on Eddie, please contact us."

Nancy and Mike looked at each other. Earlier in her story, Nancy had mentioned Eddie's strange behavior the night before when she'd seen him. Neither of them had thought Eddie would be capable of killing anyone, especially a woman. It had shaken them both. But in the end, they had agreed not to worry about it for now. It would all be explained soon. They would soon have other things to do.