A Nudist Home

A long kiss and a gentle rub on my sister’s back is how I finish putting Alice down in her bathroom at about 4:45PM. She trembles slightly because my other hand couldn’t resist massaging that well-stimulated clit after I sit her down on her own toilet, naked and trembling as she whimpers about feeling my cum sloshing around inside. It’s weird to think of Alice as embarrassed or needing help, but she can barely stand after so much time in my room. Having her get drunk on my scent suddenly makes me worry... but I mean, she can't like... overdose, right? But if this much only made her a bit wobbly, I suppose I'd never need to find out.

She had to go to the bathroom, she barely stuttered; I wasn’t about to leave her on my bed for that, soaked as it already was by our earlier ejaculations.

“Dave,” she slurs into my lips when I withdraw my tongue, “please don’t... hate meh.”

“Heh, why the fuck-?” It springs out of me with a chuckle—it was the first complete sentence she tried in what I now know is her drunk voice—but Alice’s eyes glisten with new tears when I finally pull away to look at her. All mirth flees from me as I ask, “Why would I hate you?”

“I’m... I know I’m... fucked up... and I don’t want you to... hick...” The tears start coming and I just kneel at her feet, trying to look up and into her eyes while she covers her face. “I don’t want you...”

“Don’t want me to what?”

“No, I... oh God, I’m so fucking... it’s like I’m... I want this, but I don’t want this, Dave, you know?” Her crying and her intoxication don’t lend themselves to understanding, but I rub her back to try and comfort her as I walk her into my bathroom. “And I don’t want to... uh, I don’t want to lead you along... like I do, I’m just... I’m just really fucked up, and I don’t want...”

“Finish on here and take a nap,” I urge her as I deposit her on my toilet, her legs sloppily spread open as she leans into it, “and we’ll talk about it later.”

“Okay...”

I don’t waste any time leaving my dear sister to her business... and avoiding the conversation she wants to have: to tell me she’s still gay, to tell me she still isn’t attracted to me, and to warn me about how her coming like a maniac for over an hour at my hand didn’t change any of that. I can’t handle hearing it from her right now, even if I know it’s true; I’m tired, I’ve got laundry to do, and mom will be home soon.

Mom. Crap, will Alice be sober by then? Will it matter since awareness is off? It’s hard to imagine which way mom will justify it: either she'll blithely accept Alice being wasted or Alice is about to have a damn hard time convincing mom she hasn't picked up **** or day-drinking. I'm stuck hoping it's the former as I pull my soaked sheets and towels off my bed. “This was way less annoying when it was Sophie’s bed,” I grumble half-heartedly to no one as I stare at the giant, dark patch of Alice’s fluids on my bare mattress.

By the time I hear mom coming through the door, it is a merciful 7 o’clock. Her getting held up at work let me fix my room up and confirm that Alice was alright. (I summoned her to the hallway and she already seemed sober enough to quietly avoid my gaze. She managed to take a shower and put on her pajamas, though she still seemed to tilt while we spoke about nothing.) By the time I hear mom pulling into the driveway, I’m sitting on the couch in quiet contemplation of the dryer alarm, waiting for the signal to get my clean sheets out. Despite the need to save up for Alice, I can't help but follow my first instinct and check mom's new options again. I only had seven gems, but there were still some pretty wild options available... and with just two purchases, I wouldn't have to worry about the state of my mattress and get a hefty upgrade to the home experience.

Becomes a part-time nudist and encourages family members to do the same: 5 gems.
Always permits User to sleep in bed with her: 2 gems.

It would take 30 gems to make groping acceptable... but I could avoid getting handsy for few nights, right?

ELIZA HAINES
Healthy Nudist
Cooperative Co-Sleeper
TOTAL COST: 7 gem. OK?

My gem count goes to zero as I approve the new changes... and an asterisk appears next to Healthy Nudist. Sub-options!

Healthy Nudist, Advanced:
Her nudity becomes completely acceptable to everyone: 10 gems.
She becomes a full-time nudist, only wearing anything to prevent sickness or injury: 5 gems.
Anyone she deems should be naked immediately begins stripping and obeying for up to one hour after she leaves their presence: 30 gems.
She accepts photography or video capture of her nudity as totally normal: 3 gems.

The front door swings open as mom steps through, her features dour and downtrodden. “Hi, sweetie,” she barely manages as she eases the door closed, “that was... ho boy! What a day...”

I smile as she drops her purse and proceeds to the living room window... to close all the curtains. She hesitates as she does so, giving the app time to click into place her new mindset, but soon enough she's gripping the fabric edges and drawing them together. “Be a dear and help with the shades, honey? I don't need to deal with peepers today.”

Did she... did she ever before? Conservatively dressed as she usually was, I have to assume this is part of the app's effects: being a part-time nudist means she's now keenly aware of its risks. But I oblige her and go all about the first floor, closing blinds and curtains as I find them, and return to my mother sitting on the couch with a sigh. “Are you going somewhere, Dave? No sense dirtying clothes if you're not,” she admonishes me without even looking back. Oh right... now she wants me and Alice to sit around naked too. But before I even contemplate the result if I just started stripping here in the middle of the living room... she beats me to it and begins to unbutton her shirt.

I watch, awe-struck, as she removes her blouse and reveals her massive chest so ready to leap out from a full-cup bra. If she cares about my staring, she doesn't make any mention of it... and so I continue to watch. Sure, the succubus showed her off while possessing her for awhile but... but this was different. This was candid and... somehow more unreal than a supernatural entity walking around inside my mom's skin. The slight shading of the veins in her breasts led my eyes to her large, experienced nipples, both now pointed and erect in a house we kept pretty cold for a nudist. As if she came to the same realization, she commands me, “Turn up the A/C, would you? It's like a freezer in here.”

Nodding dumbly I see my way to the A/C unit. I... I need to see this, Alice's exhaustion be damned. I haven't used her hotkey yet today and I spam it thrice before summoning my dear sister, leading her to stumble about upstairs while I adjust the thermostat. Two for the pajamas, one for her panties if she put any on... and God, please, tell me she didn't bother with socks or a bra. By the time I return to find my mom walking into the kitchen, she is as bare as the app promised: a well-trimmed bush, a fit body, and all the curves I'd never forget were now casually on display as she rummaged the cupboard for some spice or another to cook with. “I found a great recipe today,” she idly chats.

“Uh-huh.” It's as thrilling a dialogue as I can manage, and I string them together as she goes on about the paprika chicken she intends to cook, the bird wrapped in plastic as she pulls it out of the refrigerator, somehow more dressed for the occasion than the cook.

At some point my sister manifested... also as naked as the day she was born. She seems ready to cry anew at the confounding situation she once again finds herself needlessly in, and her legs and body still tremble from exhaustion... but seeing her bombshell mom preparing the stove in the buff seems to knock her out of all her self-consciousness. She looks between us, a sudden shock registering clearly in her features... and slowing easing away as she realized what the app wants her to realize.

“Oh, you stayed in? I thought you were going to hang out with Stephanie?”

“Nah, I decided I... needed to go home,” she quickly lies in response as she closes the distance between them. I quickly wrap around the kitchen island for the best view as the two "greet" each other.

Breasts to breasts, skin to skin, Alice all but mounts mom as their lips collide. Alice's hands move quickly to twist and tease the nipples that fed her as a babe, and mom spares no attention from kneading her little girl's firm, overly-sensitive ass. The two moan into each other's mouths as I grow hard like I didn't already exhaust my tool just a couple of hours ago. They compliment each other physically, youth to maturity, firmness to overwhelming size, and I imagined what it might take to have them do the same thing with me, all in my mother's huge bed, one on each side... and maybe Ms. Lia laying on my legs, servicing me, with each happy in her own way. The vision was too pristine to be real... and yet felt far, far too feasible.

I just needed patience... and gems.