Tell Jessica to go to school naked.

"Jessica," I say, "you are already ready for school."

Jessica looks at her still bare self, thinking, then nods. "Yeah, you're right." With two gracefully placed legs, she steps out of the bathtub and removes herself from the bathroom. She wipes her body with a hand, as if dusting herself off was sufficient. Then she shuffles her hair in her hand a little, walking past me out the door -- though not before glancing at her reflection in the mirror to check her tight booty and leggy frame. The next moment, she is gone, and I bask in her pleasant, natural scent alone.

A few minutes later, I hear her talking with Mom and go down to meet them. What I see is a very funny sight. Jessica has already picked up her pink backpack and wearing them over her shoulders. Mom is serving her a plate of eggs, not commenting or acting on her daughter's nakedness with even a shred of typical sense or matronly instinct. Internally I assume that this is my subconscious' doing. Perhaps it would be interesting to see my mother's behavior without Jessica's being cloaked in a guise of normalcy, however. Out of curiosity, I lift the curtain from her eyes to see how she'd react and am amused at her blinking face.

Stepping back, our beautiful blonde mother, her barely shoulder length hair whisking pertly over her cheeks, observes with a shout, "Jessica! Why--why are you not... where are your clothes, young lady!?" Her surprise seems embroiled in confusion, and I look to Jessica, who swallows her yolk-filled spoonful.

"Moom!" she says with rolling eyes. "I'm not in elementary school anymore. I get to wear, or in this case, not wear, whatever I want." She gestures down, to her thighs and casually trimmed, blonde-haired crotch, which probably had another session due soon. "You don't get to pick out my clothes for me like I'm just some little girl anymore, you know."

Baffled, Mom just looks her daughter, in the flesh, head to naked smooth toe, a wordless whirl of incredulity probably running through her mind at the moment. I find the display entertaining, my naked, very attractive sister with a backpack around her back eating breakfast with her tits in the air and her butt warming our foreign-imported wooden chair like it was just another morning. I turn to our mother, and wonder how I should let her partake in the fun, if at all.