As if everything is normal

Valerie followed her mother down the stairs, her bare breasts bouncing freely as she did so. She could feel her rear jiggling ever so slightly too. Maybe her clothes had always restricted the movement of both her boobs and behind, or maybe it was the knowledge that she was naked that was enhancing her awareness of them. Either way she felt unsettled as she walked around her house without a stitch of clothing on. She'd never been naked outside of the bathroom or her bedroom before, and it felt both thrilling and wrong. Her face was flushing with the heat of shame.

"You just grab a seat while I make the coffee, dear." her mother instructed as they entered the kitchen.

Valerie slid into her usual seat. The chairs around the kitchen table were made of vinyl, and they made a wet, squeaky noise as Valerie's bare behind eased into it. The table, unfortunately, was made of glass, so as Val pushed the chair forward she could see her bare legs and hairy crotch quite clearly. She tried to cover it with her hands but they idled on her thighs, unable to move the extra inch or so to cover her shame.

She heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Either her brother or her father, or both. Thinking quickly, she crossed her legs and shifted her hips so that her thigh was hiding her crotch from view. Then she leaned forward, armed folded, and rested her bare breasts against the glass. She shivered; it was cold against her nipples. But she felt very nearly hidden from view.

"Morning dear." her father greeted her mother as he entered the room. "Morning sweetie." he said to Val.

Unperturbed by her nudity, he walked around the table and kissed her on the forehead. Then he took a step back and tutted.

"You'll get nipple marks on the table slouching like that." he remarked.

"Oh leave her Gerald." her mother admonished. "She's having a rough morning."

"Is she ill?

"No. I checked her temperature. Feel her breast yourself if you want to double check."

"No!" Valerie suddenly blurted as her father reached his hand forward. He hovered there, frowning, as if confused by his own hesitation. Then he shrugged and took his seat opposite her.

"Well, at least you're not slouching anymore." he commented.

Valerie looked down, and was surprised to learn he was right. She was sitting bolt upright in her chair, her breasts proud and prominent. Underneath the table, her legs were spread wide. When the hell had that happened? She slouched forward again, although after an admonishing glare by her father kept her nipples away from the table. Her breasts hung just underneath the surface, the top of them pressed against the thin line of the table's edge.

"Here you go dearie." her mother said as she placed a cup of coffee on a coaster. She placed another cup by her father. "So what's the plan for today, Gerald?" she asked.

"Team meeting." her father grunted. "Bloody waste of time if you ask me. Half an hour just so that the manager can flap his gums."

"Hmm. Sounds dull. And you, Val?"

"Me?" Valerie asked, a little alarmed.