Daddy, Don't Look! I'm Naked.

Got milk? That's all that I could think about. Suddenly, I imagined doing a milk commercial, after blowing my Dad and showing me with cum dripping from both sides of my mouth, pouring off my lips, dribbling down my chin, and spilling across my tits. I was just as depraved in my thoughts, as he was in his actions.

Oh, yeah, definitely, between me, as the incestuous slut of a daughter and my deranged Dad, we are quite the wholesome family. Wholesome Foods will be proud of our family. I only hope they never find out about this, about me blowing my Daddy.

"Swallow it. Swallow all of it, Susan. That's right, be a good girl and swallow all of Daddy's cum."

"Daddy! I'm choking," I said spitting his cock out of my mouth, along with more of his cum, just so that I could breath and just so I could talk finally.

He had so much cum, I couldn't believe it. I was gagging. I was chocking. I was coughing. I couldn't breathe. There was so much of it that I couldn't swallow all of it, but I swallowed a lot of it. I did.

His cock was so big, too big, and there was so much cum. Never have I had so much cum in my mouth at one time, not since I was a cheerleader my first year in college and the football team gangbanged me, after we won the championship. Boy that was a wild night. It was fun, until the whole team got me alone in the room, after everyone had left. I have no idea how many guys I fucked and sucked that night, a lot. I don't remember half of it. God, I was so drunk that night, but this is different. This is my Daddy and not a bunch of crazed, drunken football players.

"Susan. Susan? Are you okay?"

It took me a while to answer my Mom. First my brother and then my father. Was that two dreams, two nightmares back to back, or just one long incestuous, sexual fantasy? This has gone far enough, too far. I'm depraved.

I'm no sexy seductress. I'm not even a cock teaser. I'm nothing but a perverted and depraved incestuous slut who, because of the overblown thoughts of getting naked in front of my Dad and my brother at an Earth Day nude family photo shoot, dreams about having sex with, first, her brother and, now, her father, while believing that he mother is having sex with her son. What is wrong with me? I'm so wicked.

"I'm okay, Mom. I just had a bad dream. Go back to sleep."

"Okay, so long as you're okay," she said leaving me alone to my bad self.

"Yeah, I'm okay," I said still reeling from the vivid dreams that I had of first blowing my brother and then sucking off my father, with my Dad cumming in my mouth. I still couldn't believe it was all just a dream. It all felt so real, too real.

This nude family photo shoot has really gotten to me. It was all my fault for teasing and flashing my Dad and my brother. Flashing them would explain why I had those so real, incestuous, sexual fantasy dreams in the first place. Ever since my Dad started with this Earth Day nude family photo shoot, I've been crazed. I've been consumed by the thoughts of getting naked in front of them and seeing them naked. Unbeknownst to me at the time, just the thought of being naked in front of my family and possibly a roomful of men was my sexual button and my Dad pushed it by coming up with this nude Earth Day photo shoot idea in the first place.

Ever since then, all my thoughts have been filled with an incestuous sexual fantasy. I realized now that I never should have teased them. I never should have flashed them. I had these incest filled dreams because, after I teased and flashed my brother and my father, I'd masturbate and then fall asleep, immediately thereafter. It was no wonder why I was so preoccupied with incestuous thoughts. I was instigating having incestuous dreams by encouraging the incestuous thoughts with constant masturbating, just before bedtime.

I'm so horny. I'm still so very aroused. I need a boyfriend. I need to get laid. I need to stop thinking about my father and my brother in a sexual way.

When I think about how horny my Dad and brother are, always masturbating, I'm just as horny and I masturbate just as much, if not more. Only, when I think about them masturbating over the thought of me, when I think of them thinking of seeing me naked and/or touching me and having sex with me, I'm just as embarrassed as I'm aroused. The thought of them masturbating over the thought of me, makes me masturbate. It's an endless cycle of incestuous lust.

When I think about my Mom getting drunk, flashing her boobs, and allowing her neighbors' husbands to fondle her and grope her, while she grabs their cocks and gives them hand jobs in the hot tub and blowjobs behind the tree in the backyard, I wish it was me doing that instead of her. When I think about flashing my Dad and my brother and having realistic sexual dreams, we aren't such a wholesome family, after all. By hiring us, the Wholesome Family Foods photographer wanting a wholesale family to pose nude for an Earth Day nude family photo shoot, is a bit of an oxymoron.

Seriously, when you think about it, what wholesome family would shed their clothes in front of one another for the sake of a few dollars? Just as it was uncovered that the Brady Bunch were having sex with one another behind the scenes, even though they weren't related by blood, they still played the characters of a family and pretended that they were related by blood. If you ask me, that's almost incest.

Yet, based upon all the incest that goes on behind closed doors, when I think about it, we're not such bad people. We may be twisted a little bit, but we're not a bad family. We're as much of a wholesome family as any other family. If given the opportunity, if allowed to fulfill their incestuous thoughts, there'd be even more fathers having sex with their daughters, mothers having sex with their sons, and brothers having sex with their sisters, et al extended members of the family having sex with one another.

It makes you wonder what really happened during the wild west when families were all alone out on the prairie, after the mother or the father died. Did Daddy have sex with his daughters? Did Mommy have sex with her sons? Children born from such incestuous relationships would explain why so many people in this country are crazy.

We all have skeletons in the closet that we don't want revealed for public inspection, as do all those families, who are having secret incestuous relationships. So, why should I feel guilty about having incestuous thoughts, incestuous dreams, and incestuous fantasies, when there are so many other families, who are doing more than just having incestuous thoughts, dreams, and fantasies? There are families, no doubt, that are actually having incestuous sex.

Besides, when you come right down to it, no matter who you do it with, it's just sex. Further, when you come right down to it, except for flashing my Dad and my brother, I haven't done anything wrong and I haven't crossed the incestuous line, not yet, anyway. If I'm guilty of anything, I'm guilty of masturbating over incestuous thoughts that spur me to have incestuous dreams and fantasies.

When you really think about it, it's just a hand job or a blowjob. Just because it's between your father, mother, brother, or sister, people make a bigger deal out of it than what it really is. So long as both parties agree to do it, so long as no one is forced, so long as no one is hurting anyone by having sex with their mother, father, son, or daughter, what's the big deal? It's no one's business what a family does behind closed doors.

It's just their dirty little secrets, is all. No one needs to know. The bottom line is that we're all consenting adults and are free to do whatever we enjoy in the privacy of our home. Okay, I'm grasping at straws here trying to justify my incestuous, sexual, perverted thoughts and sexual fantasies, while trying to make myself feel better for being hormonally normal, albeit sexually perverted.

Finally, it was the appointed day for us to meet with the photographer. I was surprised to find that there were a lot of families, several dozen, waiting to be interviewed. I never would have guessed there were so many wholesome families ready and willing to strip naked to model nude for an Earth Day advertisement.

While looking at all these families, I couldn't help but wonder if any of these families were having incestuous sex. I studied the daughters wondering if they were masturbating over incestuous thoughts that stemmed from thinking about posing naked in front of their father and brother. I wondered if they did what I did, teased their father and their brother. I wondered if they were having similar incestuous dreams that I was having. Or maybe it was the brother, the father, or the mother having those thoughts.

Some of the families were good looking families. Some of the families were mixed with the parents not as good looking as the kids and vice versa. Then, there were some families not so good looking at all. There were even some obese families.

It was obvious that the photographer would never hire an obese family and there were plenty of those or a family that was unattractive. Obesity was not the image the Wholesome Family Food Company wanted to advertise and have associated with their wholesome family foods. Based upon that judgment alone and by judging the other families that were there vying to be selected, as the wholesome family, I knew our family was in with the top three families to be considered and, hopefully, ultimately chosen.

One by one the families came and went. Some families were interviewed longer and others were let go immediately. Of course, I figured the families who were seen the longest were the ones that the photographer was more interested in and wanting to see again for a callback. I was right.

Only, I was surprised that we all were allowed to stay dressed during the interview process. The photographer seemed more interested in getting a sense of who we were by just talking with us, along with learning some background information about us, rather than seeing us naked. I was so nervous.

Relieved, that I didn't have to strip naked, admittedly, I was so very disappointed. Here I was already geared up and prepared to show my naked body to my brother and father, as well as everyone else in the room, while ogling the naked bodies of my father and my brother, but it wasn't going to happen, not today and maybe not ever. It all depended on the photographer and if we were one of the families that he wanted called back for a second interview.

Maybe talking to us and viewing us fully clothe is how he derived his inspiration to photograph us naked. Then, he asked if he could take some family photographs. I figured we'd be getting naked now, for sure. Only, he didn't ask us to undress, so we didn't. He took the photos of us fully dressed. He explained that he needed to take the photographs to get a sense of our family, while viewing the photographs later on his light table.

He told us that if he didn't use us as the Wholesome Family Foods family for the Earth Day nude family photo shoot that we could have the photographs he had taken today for our modeling portfolio later, so long as we came to his office to pick them up and paid a small processing fee. Since we didn't even have a modeling portfolio, it was then I figured that this was all just a scam for him to make some extra money by taking photos of families and selling the photographs at a ridiculously inflated price. Yet, my disappointment turned to relief when the processing fee was so small, it only reimbursed him for his film and not for his talent or even his time.

Fortunately for us, we were one of the lucky three families called back for a second interview. He warned us that the second interview would be a more revealing, one where he'd shoot us naked. On pins and needles again, starting my rollercoaster ride of emotion that ran from embarrassment to excitement, I was just anxious to have the nude photographs taken. He asked us if we had reservations about being naked in front of one another. We all lied, the perverts that we all were and told him that we didn't mind shedding our clothes, at all.

Reservations? We'd all be excited and sexually aroused, no doubt, to be naked in front of one another. Then, he informed us that we'd have to sign the releases giving him the right to use the photographs for the purposes of this nude Earth Day advertising campaign only. We signed our names to whatever he wanted. Just take the damn naked photos, already. I just wanted this to end, finally.

Just as my Dad had said, there were a room full of people, mostly men on the day of the photo shoot. The art director was female, as well as the modeling agent and her assistant. Neither the modeling agent or her assistant stayed for the entire shoot. They flitted in and out, mostly just checking to watch the progress of the shoot, while talking to the photographer.

The modeling agent introduced herself to us and gave us a brief pitch about signing with her agency. She complimented us by telling us that we were a good looking, wholesome family. If only she knew the incestuous perverts we were. If only she knew the thoughts, dreams, and fantasies that I have had over this photo shoot. She gave us some encouragement that she could get us all work because we were such a photogenic family, before leaving us with her brochure and business card.

There was a man responsible for the lighting and a couple of other men, who were assisting the photographer and the art director with different backgrounds in readiness for each shot. One of them was definitely gay. If he was interested in anyone, he'd be more interested in my brother or my Dad than in me or my Mom. In all, besides our family, there were six to eight other people in the room with us at all times. Yet, the people present were professional and more interested in doing their jobs than they were in ogling our naked bodies. I imagine they must see semi-nude and nude models all the time. It was no big deal to them. Yeah, sure, they all looked and they all saw us naked, but they didn't stare, ogle or leer.

It's funny, after all the incestuous sexual dreams I've been having about having sex with my brother, having sex with my Dad, and my Mom having sex with my brother, it didn't arouse me to strip naked in front of my family, especially my Dad and my brother, at all. Maybe all of those sexy dreams had prepared me for this day. Afraid to remove my robe, I was embarrassed, at first, but after working with the photographer and the art director for only a few minutes, getting some direction, much like the phenomena that happens when walking on a nude beach with other naked people, I sometimes forgot that I was naked, we all did. It was surreal.

Yeah, sure, I saw my father's cock and it was just as big as I had imagined. Yeah, sure my Dad saw every part of me, but, truly, it was more respectfully and artistically done than it was sexual. They supplied us with robes to wear, when we weren't being photographed. Maybe because it was cold in the room, but even my horny brother didn't have an erection, even while constantly staring at me and my Mom. Without doubt, I'm sure he'll be jerking off over the sight of our naked bodies later. My nipples and my Mom's nipples were erect, though, something that had more to do with the cool temperature of the room than the temperature of our libidos.

The rest is history. As they say in the business, that's a wrap. We soon became the Wholesome Family Food Company wholesome family. Boy, that's a mouthful to say fast three times. If anything, it was all a positive success. The Earth Day nude family photo shoot was a way for our family to make some much needed extra money and to gain exposure, an understatement. Everyone recognizes us now, wherever we go.

"Say, aren't you the Wholesome Family Foods family?"

They all ask the same questions, too.

"Were you really naked? Are you really a family and related? Weren't you embarrassed to get naked in front of one another?"

If men recognize me and my Mom on the street, they stare at the impression our breasts make in our clothes. If women recognize my Dad and brother, they stare at the bulges their cocks make in their pants. People are more uptight about nudity than we are now, that's for sure.

It was after we made the Earth Day commercial that everything changed at home. The incestuous boundaries we had before was broken, after the incestuous line had been crossed by us posing nude as a family. Now, we were more careless about how we dressed or didn't dress, after that. My brother was always walking around naked and so wasn't my Dad, even my Mom had her moments, too, when she was careless about covering her naked body in the presence of her son.

Closed doors no longer meant anything anymore and on more than one occasion my brother caught me masturbating, as I had caught him several times before. Now, on those days that my Dad wasn't around, my brother would walk around the house naked and with an erection. My Mom would joke with him about his cock and even give him a playful pat on the ass. When he masturbated, he left the door to his bedroom wide open and didn't care if I stood in the doorway, while berating him, as my pretense to watch him shoot a load of cum, which had been my fantasy to watch him do anyway. Even my Dad joined in incestuous spirit by coming in my bathroom to pee or to shave, while I was relaxing in the bathtub.

"Sorry, Susan," he always said. "You're mother is hogging the other bathroom. You don't mind, do you? I won't look."

Yet, he always looked. He'd angle the mirror to watch me bathing and I couldn't help but give him a show. So long as I had a captive audience and I did in my Dad and my brother, I was always happy to flash my naked body to them, so long as that was all it was, just flashing and nothing more.

Even though they were all walking around the house naked, I couldn't do that. I was still playing my sexy seductress. It was more exciting for me to flash and to make it appear accidental.

Now, on those days that I felt horny, with so many more blatant naked distractions making me hornier that ever before, I was totally tempted to cross the line, only I didn't. Surprisingly, maybe by having an overload of seeing my Dad's and my brother's cocks and them seeing all of me, I was more able to control my incestuous thoughts and resist the temptation. Sure I still flashed them and still masturbated over the thought of having incestuous sex with my Dad and my brother, but it was just that, thoughts and nothing more than that. I'm not sure why I wasn't more interested in crossing the incestuous line, as they all obviously were, wanted to, and would have, had I given them the least bit of encouragement. Maybe because I was more focused now on our new nude modeling career than I was on either of them.

It was when the ad agency wanted to us to make a televised commercial from our Earth Day nude photo shoot that everything went a bit wild and crazy. We were called into the agency, along with our legal representative, and our modeling agent was there for the contract signing. We were signed for six commercials for the rest of the year and a seventh one to be aired on Super Bowl Sunday in 2011.

We all stood to make a small fortune, enough money for my brother and I to afford a place of our own, finally. If this worked out, the sky was the limit. There was talk about making more commercials next year and becoming the official spokes family of the Wholesome Family Foods Company, much like Jared Fogle is the official spokesperson for Subway and Danica Patrick is for GoDaddy.

With our Earth Day nude family photo now behind us and with ads spread over every family, food, adventure, and ecology magazine, we were becoming a family of celebrities. Along with our first checks, my Dad brought home a case of champagne. I remember we were sitting around the family room getting pretty drunk. Then, it was my Mom's idea to take a dip in the hot tub naked. We had been in the hot tub plenty of times before, but never naked.