Recapping the characters: My Ma, Pa, older brother Jethro and younger sister Trixie My Uncle Jimmy & Aunt Shirley, and their 2 sons, Stan & Billy My cousin Dirk My boyfriend Bobby Sonja, the bitch cheerleader * I could not believe I was sitting in my cousin Stan's car with my dress hiked up around my waist and my pubes on display. I could not comprehe...
As long as I can remember, my parents owned a cabin up in the mountains. It was a nice size cabin but the best part was we had a huge yard, about 25 acres, near the river. As a family, we would spend many weekends camping. I am the oldest child in the family, one sister in the middle, and one brother who is the youngest. We get along most of the time but we...
America in 1956 seemed besotted with Peyton Place and the Kinsey Report and the boom in nudist colonies and the theories of Dr Freud. But schoolgirls in the Minnesota city of Brewer were homing in on their own sweet goal: seeing their male classmates stripped to the buff. Their male classmates nude. In their birthday suits. And more than that, nude- and hu...
Mrs Guelf, who owned the photo development store in Brewer, had twin daughters: Gwendolyn and Jessica, 18 years old and still in attendance at Grover Cleveland High. "Those poor Guelf girls," lamented one local Brewer lady. "Both plain as pudding." Indeed their skin was pasty and their mousey hair hung limp. There was a hint- in this, and the prison-like dra...
One summer, when I was 18, I went to stay for a few weeks with my aunt Claire in New York. She was a freelance photographer who usually did photo-shoots and portraits for small magazines or newspapers. Nothing great or fancy really, but it was all very exciting to me at the time. My aunt was quite an interesting person. She wasn't what you might term the typ...
Kevin continued to follow his step mom around like a puppy dog. He relished every chance he got to get naked for her, and loved when she would dress down a bit - sometimes in a pair of tight shorts, sometimes she would even walk briskly from the bathroom to her room in just a bra and panties. Ah, those were the best days. But poor Kevin just could not stay...
When my Statistics class drew to an end, I raced out of the room while struggling to keep from crying. I'd never gotten anything less than an 'A' on a test. And my very first quiz in my Freshman year at University I'd bombed with a 'B'. I was devastated. As I dashed down the hallway, I passed a bulletin board and a pink slip of paper caught my eye. It was h...
Everyone in this story is at least 18 years old. If there was ever a Mother's boy it would be Darren Jones. His father left the family eighteen years ago when Darren was only days old, and was never heard from again. Darren's main influence had been his mother Betty. Betty was an old fashioned woman with undoubted stern ideas about raising her only son. Sh...
I think this was like in my sophomore year at Oceanview U. in southern California. Christmas rolled around, and I went home to Japan. One of the people I wanted to see was my cousin, Namie. I mainly see her on special occasions, but she's always been nice to me, and we're kind of friends. She's older than me, and married now, but to me at least, she's one of...
When I moved to California to go to college, I left behind a boyfriend of sorts in Japan. His name was Tomoyuki. He had spiky black hair and sharp features, but I found him attractive at the time anyway. We were both busy preparing for entrance exams, so we'd mostly just study together, but one day he asked me to be his girlfriend, and I said yes. We didn't...