Quite revealing

"Mom, please," Candace protested, "I don't think we should do the family photo."

"Why not?" Janice asked quizzically.

Candace was stunned at this line of questioning of what should have been obvious, but could only respond, "because I'm naked."

"Oh honey," Janice could only chuckle, "this will be a holiday to remember! Come on, let's do the photo," as Gerald set up the tripod and everyone gathered around. Before she could protest, Candace was pulled up from the couch by her mother, who dragged her by the wrist to be front and center of the shot while everyone gathered 'round. Candace covered herself with the classic pose while everyone sorted themselves behind her.

Janice came up to Candace's left, relieving the nudie's left arm from its duties of breast cover and placing it around her shoulder. Candace kept her right hand firmly planted on her crotch, but she could feel her mother's clothed right arm reaching behind her and her hand grabbing her right side at navel level.

"Okay, guys," Gerald chipped in as he started the timer and jumped into the shot. "Everyone say 'cheese'. That means you too, Candace!" Gerald took his place to Candace's right, taking her right hand off her privates and putting it instead on his right shoulder. Thankfully for Candace, her father only put his left hand on her shoulder and didn't reach down.

The timer clicked on, and everyone gave their best smiles for the photo. This included Candace, whose shit-eating reached a peak as the beeping got faster and the shutter clicked. Gerard went back to the camera, Candace meanwhile re-covering her pussy, to look at the shot.

"Hold on, Mark blinked! Let's do it again," Gerald announced as everyone groaned (Candace more seriously than the others) and the whole process had to start over. Gerald, of course, didn't forget about Candace's arm, not letting it go to waste as it once again went across his shoulder.

Luckily for Candace, second time was the charm as everyone started to disperse and she began to sprint upwards. Just before she got to the first step, however, Janice stopped her again.

"Hold on, sweetie, people, might want pictures with the guest of honor!"

"Ummm, Mom," Candace tried to distract everyone from what was happening, "let's check the laundry first! I don't think it's appropriate to-"

"Honey," Janice stopped her, "I just changed over the laundry from the washer to the dryer not 10 minutes ago. Besides, there's nothing you'd like in there anyway. We need these pictures for Facebook."

Facebook! None of Candace's classmates used that boomersite, but she still didn't want her other aunts and uncles to see her in this state!

"Mom, please," she started panicking, "they don't allow nudity on Facebook!"

"Then e-mail, I guess," Janice said nonchalantly, "come on, let's go!"

Sighing, Candace lined up to take personal shots with most of the people who went to the party, mustering up whatever fake smile she could. For the next half hour, she endured being touched on the shoulder by most of her extended family, who seemed to have a penchant of asking for multiple shots. When it was Frank's turn, she was painfully aware of his hand on her hip and his soyjak grin.

Eventually, though, that was all over and Candace ran upstairs to the den to see what she could buy from Amazon on the family computer, and what e-mails she had received.