Upstairs

I decided to test my luck, well part of it was me being brave, the other part was me needing to be certain. I knew that my parent's practically left me the house for the evening, I knew that because it had been routine for months at this point. I had to be sure though.

Making my way down the hall, each step was careful, calculated. I rarely wore socks about the house, but being as naked as I was made every step feel like I was feeling the ground for the first time.

To my left I saw the stairs, beyond that was the kitchen and dining room. Hanging a left I lifted my foot onto the first step, testing how much weight I could apply before making any noise. Now a little more confidently, I made my way up. I was slow, probably too slow, but thankfully mom wasn't suddenly at the top of the stairs, looking down at me with her hands on her hips.

With a sigh, I realised I was getting nowhere, and that some noise would be expected...what if I left something upstairs, for example. Left something...

Biting my lip I realised I was half way upstairs and didn't bring my clothes. I wanted to turn back, but something stopped me, something instinctual maybe. I didn't recognise it back then, but at that moment I'd cracked just why clothing abandonment felt so hot. I was there, creeping closer to the lion's den, with no hope of appearing any other way but nude.

At the top of the stairs I had a direct view of my parents' bedroom, the door was closed, the lights were off. I pushed my luck further, walking right up to the door. Now if mom or dad woke up I wouldn't even be able to get to cover, even if I ran. Cupping my breasts, I let that feeling wash over me, the sheer risk of being caught.

That was the first time, I spent the rest of the evening naked, I even slept nude...something I wasn't uncomfortable with, even back then, just rarely done for a variety of reasons.

After then each night I'd explore more of the house, places I'd never been even in my bedclothes, and here I was, padding around barefoot and naked like some kind of intruder. I must've kept this streak (Pun unintended) going for twelve days solid, enough to get confident...enough to get complacent.