Jack in Vermont

Growing up I lived in a house where nudity was taken for granted. It is not like we were doing this for the sake of showing off but it was natural to our family, like breathing. My parents never worried if the kids saw them naked because everyone was naked and it was an unwritten rule that while we were at home no one wore clothes. Since there were no other houses within miles of us we could be naked any where and at anytime either in or out of the house.

Although, we were always naked, it didn't mean there was anything sexual, in fact, mom and dad were always very private about lovemaking. So regarding the family nudity, I never knew until middle school that our family wasn't the norm until I spent the night at a friend's house. Before I left, my mom told me other families were not like ours, they wore clothes at home so I had to as well. She also told me I had to respect the parent's wishes at all times. Our parent's were very strict about respecting the rights of others. Occasionally, friends would come over to play. My parents, being well liked in our Vermont town and there being no secrets about how we lived, many parents decided it was okay for their kids to come over. On those instances, my mom and dad would always cover up so there were no questions while other kids were around.

We lived in a small rural town in Vermont where everyone knew everyone else. Our house was out in the country on two acres with a pond of crystal, clear water. I was the middle boy in a family of an older and younger sister, Janey and June. I remember one day I came home from school and suddenly noticing my older sister Janey and mom were naked. When I say noticed, I mean before that day I knew they were naked but it really didn't interest me they were naked. Today, I went from not thinking twice about my sister and mom to thinking. Wow, my mom and sister are naked, how cool is that! I couldn't wait to run upstairs and take off my clothes, too! Being naked suddenly was important to me. My mom noticed the change in me and mentioned that my hormones were starting to kick in. My mom and dad wasted little time sitting me down and explained sex. Everything was out in the open in our house and mom and dad treated everything that happened as normal parts of life. There were no secrets. I really loved that about my family.

From time to time my mom's sister, Aunt Gracie would visit from New York, and in the months of July and August she stayed at our house for the summer. Aunt Gracie was very much a part of the family so as soon as she arrived would take off her clothes, as well. She and Uncle Bill were the only other people I knew that didn't wear clothes at home, too. Aunt Gracie always told us kids that we didn't know how good we had it, to live in the country and have the opportunity to breath fresh air and have the sun on us anytime we wanted.

Aunt Gracie was five years younger than mom, thin like mom and very pretty. My mom has long brown hair with smooth skin the color of cream. She had thick, brown pubic hair which obscured her vaginal lips. Dad always said, mom has a bottom you can crack an egg on. When I was younger, I thought it was hilarious that dad wanted to break an egg on mom's bottom. Aunt Gracie looked a little like mom but she was taller and had short blond hair. Mom was pretty but Aunt Gracie looked like one of those women you see in magazines. Again when I was younger, I thought something must be wrong with her because she had no hair between her legs just like Janey or June and I could see her vaginal lips no problem. Mom explained there was nothing wrong with Aunt Gracie, she had her pubic hair removed for Uncle Bill. Dad joked with mom that she had size C funbags and it took me a while to figure out dad was talking about her boobs. Aunt Gracie also had boobs just as big as mom but Aunt Gracie had really big nipples and her boobs hung more than moms. Aunt Gracie said Dad and Uncle Bill were hung like a horse and when I figured out she was referring to their penises, I don't know why she said that because every horse I have seen had a much bigger penis than Dad or Uncle Bill and horse's penises are pretty gross. Aunt Gracie stayed with us every summer and Uncle Bill came to visit on the weekend and then the last two weeks in August before he and Aunt Gracie went back to New York. Looking back my parents did a great job with my sisters and myself. Some people might say our upbringing was wrong but I know our family was a caring, loving environment and there isn't anything I wouldn't do for them. I had great memories of growing up.

It was the last week in June. I was home from my junior year in college. Aunt Gracie had just arrived for her summer vacation with us. I was feeling great because it was the start of summer and I could forget my books for awhile. I raced to my room and threw off my clothes following my usual habit, then raced back downstairs to find mom and Aunt Gracie in the kitchen talking. Aunt Gracie was thrilled to see me and gave me a big hug pulling me right into her chest. She smelled great and after hugging me held me back to get a better look at me and then gave me another big hug. I suddenly noticed how warm and wonderful she felt and how soft and amazing her boobs felt as I was pressed against them. Somehow my penis found its way between her legs and without any warning, I suddenly start to get hard.

I stepped back from my Aunt because I was feeling a little self conscience.

"Gracie, look at what you did to Jack, you gave him a hard-on!" mom said.

I looked down and my penis was sticking straight up and was rock hard. Now, you have to remember that in my house everything is talked about, our bodies, going to the bathroom, getting sick and anything else. Everything was out in the open and although I got hard-ons before and knew everyone was pretty relaxed when it happened, the fact I had a hard-on after Aunt Gracie hugged me made me a little embarrassed. As soon as Aunt Gracie saw my hard-on, she tried to apologize and absentmindedly tried to brush it down but with everyone's attention and her trying to push my penis down it only seemed to grow harder. The next thing I knew I was squirting onto the kitchen floor. It happened so fast I hardly knew what happened. Okay, to be truthful, I was in kind of in a dry spell with girls and the last six months was an utter drought. With the last month being unusually warm, the girls grew in attractiveness as the weather became warmer. Aunt Gracie's naked hug took me by surprise. Mom jumped to the rescue and cleaned it up with a wet cloth.

"Now honey, there is nothing wrong with what just happened. It is perfectly normal. You shouldn't feel embarrassed. " mom said.

"Aunt Gracie, I'm sorry. It's just I have been so tense lately and the girls just seem more attractive at school." I said.

"Forget it, Jack. No need to apologize. Now I know how much you like me." Aunt Gracie said.

"Aunt Gracie!!", I exclaimed with exasperation in my voice.

"Boy, I guess he needs a girlfriend," I could hear mom say to Aunt Gracie as I left the room. I heard them laughing a little to themselves.

One of the benefits of living in a family like mine was my popularity with the other kids in high school. Everyone wanted an invitation to my house but invitation were very well regulated by my parents. I had developed a very friendly personality primarily because of the openness in our house and the frank discussions left little I didn't know about girls and sex. Since nudity was commonplace to me, I was far more interested in getting to know girls and I discovered this was more appealing to girls than just wanting to get into their pants. Not that I didn't want to but the openness in our family took much of the pressures off me. I learned that talking to girls was more exciting to them than just lusting after them. Some of the best times I have every had with a girl was just talking to them. So in general, I had great relationships with most of the girls in my high school class. Luckily, the practice I got in high school helped me in college and I was pretty comfortable talking with girls who had heard all the lines in their short time at college.

I was interested in one girl in particular, Becky. She was tall, almost six feet with long thin legs, a thin waist, smallish boobs and a high, tight, firm, round ass that I found incredibly sexy. She had reddish, brown long hair that came half way down her back and really feminine long fingers. Becky was really pretty, had a great smile and big brown eyes that I would do anything to stare into. Most of the guys thought she was gorgeous but didn't have the nerve to talk to her. A few of the pusher guys tried to date her but she wasn't interested. Becky joined our college class in sophomore year so I really didn't know her very well nor she me.

One day, I decided to sit across from her in the dining hall when I saw that she was alone. I decided to start a conversation and almost at once, I liked her. She was sweet without seeming to know how pretty she was. We talked through lunch and then I walked her to her next class. I saw her everyday that week for lunch and then I asked her to meet me at the pizza shop in town on Saturday afternoon. We had a great time and met a couple of kids from the college and so we hung out with them. The next couple of weeks it was the same until one Sunday afternoon after meeting for coffee around four in the afternoon and talking for an hour, she said she had to get back to her dorm. We both left the coffee shop and she grabbed her bike outside but before leaving she gave me a kiss on the cheek. I was so stunned I didn't say a thing. I remember feeling her lips kind of turn so I felt the soft inside of her lips press against my cheek. They were moist and sexy. I looked at her and she gave me a little smile before riding off. I watched her incredible ass moving up and down as she pedaled and imaged it was a naked ass.

Every Monday Becky and my class schedules were at opposites so we didn't see each other all day. I had thought about her all that Sunday and throughout Monday and couldn't wait to see her when classes finished for the day. Waiting for her at the campus store. I was growing impatient until she called my name from behind me.

"Jack, whatcha doin?" Becky said.

"Waitin for you." I said.

"How've you been?" she asked.

"Terrific!" I said.

Becky put her arms around my waist and gave me a little peck on my cheek. All of a sudden our relationship had changed and I was trying to catch up. Girls can be so hard to figure out. They'll decide things are different and so they just are. The guy is left trying to realign his world to the change in the "new girl reality". Either you get on board with the program or they get mad at you for not understanding them. We took a long leisurely walk around the campus and it was great.

With summer coming up, Becky said she wanted to visit me sometime in July.

"Becky, I haven't really told you about my family." I said.

"No, but it's why I want to spend some time with you. I would really be interested in meeting them." she said.

"Well, it's not that I have been avoiding the topic or anything, it just has never come up. Now that we seem to really like each other. You deserve to know what your getting into." I said.

"Becky, I have never been uncomfortable with my family." I said.

"Why should you?" she questioned.

"Becky, I like you a lot!" looking into her eyes, those deep brown eyes.

"Me, too. she said. I thought it would be nice to spend some time together this summer." As she said this she was playing with the buttons on my shirt.

"Well, then you need to know that my family is...." I paused trying to think of the consequences of what I was about to say. "You see we're different, I'll completely understand if you don't want to come over."

"What are you talking about, Jack? I do want to come over, I just told you I did." Becky said.

"Maybe you do and maybe you don't." was my reply.

"Jack, what's the big deal?" Becky asked.

"Becky, my family doesn't wear clothes at home, I flatly stated. No one ever wears any clothes."

"What??? You're nudists!! ....You telling me your family are nudist! she exclaimed. You're a nudist?"

The word nudist was a shock to my entire being. I had never thought of my family as nudist. Nudist were old, overweight people that lived in trailer parks in Florida and played shuffleboard. They sat around wonder why younger people didn't want to become nudists, too. Our family wasn't like that! We're free spirits, we kept alive the spirit of the 60's. Mom always said that she and dad got the idea to live their lives naked and bring up their family with total openness and honesty from watching the movie Woodstock.

"No, we're not nudist! I said. My parents believe in being totally open and honest. Not wearing clothes is part of the recipe. Mom says without clothes you are more open to the world and better able to relate to people because you are exposed to the world. That fact that we don't wear clothes is not the point of our lives, it's part of our lives. It helps create an open environment where we can relate better and be more honest with each other. Becky do you know our family almost never has any arguments. I can't even remember when my dad and mom last got mad at each other."

"Wow, I can't believe your family are nudist!" she repeated as if she hadn't heard a word I said.

"Becky, I said that we aren't." repeating the word AREN'T with emphasis.

"Hey, I'm not making fun of you, I am just SO surprised. Why didn't you ever mention this before?"

"It's not that important."

"Not important! she exclaimed. It's incredibly important. You guys are NAKED. N..A..K..E..D. How many people do that?"

"No, your missing the point, I said. It's just who we are. Some families are conservative or strict, some religious, our family is just very open and discuss everything. We are good people who happen not to wear clothes at home. You make it sound like we are weirdos."

"Jack, you yourself thought the news your family doesn't wear clothes might make me unwilling to come over. So right off the bat you were concerned enough about your family to think it would make a difference to me. Right?"

"I guess."

"So why are you shocked when I find you family's lack of clothes a surprise?"

Unfortunately, Becky's arguments did make sense so I conceded she was right but other than that I didn't know what to say. Becky broke my long pause.

"So... can I come this July?"

"You still want to?"

"Did I say I didn't and I still like you, so yes I want to come." Becky said.

"Okay, I'll talk to my Mom tonight but I can't image they would mind you staying there."

I knew mom and dad would have no problem and would be glad I was bring home a girl. How comfortable would Becky be though? I couldn't expect her to suddenly go naked but there was no question she would be exposed to plenty of it. For the first time I was torn between how I grew up and this girl that had suddenly become important to me.

"Hi, Aunt Gracie." I said when I called that evening.

"Jack. How you doin?" Aunt Gracie asked.

As I said before my aunt looked as good as any model you will find in a magazine. She is thin, well toned, has a very attractive body and is always well tanned from plenty of time sunbathing naked. Though I initially wanted to speak with mom, the image which sprang into my mind when Aunt Gracie answered the phone was the glimmering flesh of her naked body sunning in the backyard. It suddenly seemed she was the perfect person to get some perspective on my dilemma. The word NUDIST was imprinted on the front of my mind and I had to talk this out.

"Aunt Gracie, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, Jack what's on your mind?"

"Aunt Gracie, I met this girl, Becky, and she asked if she could come over this weekend." I began.

"That's lovely, Jack!" Aunt Gracie said.

"Well, it was until, I told her about our family."

"Oh....and she doesn't want to come over now?"

"No, she's does want to come and that's the issue... but... our family threw her a bit... about our lack of clothes. Aunt Gracie she called us NUDISTS.... are we nudist?"

"Jack, you said nudist like it's a bad word?"

"Well, I never thought of us as nudist. I just thought being naked was part of our family. I never gave it a second thought, really, until recently. In fact, at school most of the kids thought it was pretty cool. So...so did I, until now."

"Jack, does it bother you that we are naked or that other people know we go naked?" Aunt Gracie asked.

"Well, it was no problem really growing up when I was in Vermont but I was really surprised by Becky's reaction."

"It sounds to me that if Becky still wants to come here, she must like you and either be curious about your family or it is no big deal. I think most people would be surprised to find out we go naked at home because most people will say they don't. Though I'll bet many people do the same thing just not all the time like we do." said Aunt Gracie.

"I suppose." I said.

"Jack, let me ask you a question and I want you to answer it honestly."

With a little bit of reluctance, I said, "Okay."

"Jack, do you think I have a sexy body?" she asked.

"What?" I said.

"You heard me." Aunt Gracie said emphatically.

"I guess." I said feeling uncomfortable about the answer. Not because I didn't but because I didn't want Aunt Gracie to think I was any kind of weirdo.

"Of course, you do. Not to brag, Jack but what man wouldn't. I think I have a wonderful body. And that's the point Jack, you can look at my body and enjoy it. It is normal that we enjoy each other's bodies even if we are family. We love each other and care for each other and enjoy being around each other. Being naked is a wonderful way of living that strips away the pretenses and allows more open communication and it's healthier, too. So from time to time, you might think about me and daydream about my body. Maybe you even get a hard-on thinking about me. It is normal. That doesn't mean you're doing any more than delighting in the beauty around you like looking at a beautiful flower. It doesn't bother me that you might dwell a little while you looking at my pussy or boobs. I'm not ashamed. I know you love me as an Auntie. Frankly, I can't think of living any other way than naked. If our society would allow it, I would never wear clothes except for getting cold from time to time. You know scientists think that people lived in communities without clothing for a 100,000 years before they began wearing clothes. It wasn't because suddenly early man discovered clothes were right and being naked was wrong, it was the rich showing off their wealth. Now we think we are enlightened because we wear clothes and religion has made nakedness an evil thing. Well, it is all about who controls whom. The world has been turned upside down. Free spirit, hippie or NUDIST....you can call it anything you want, I don't care."

"Aunt Gracie, I am afraid Becky might be turned off because of who we are...you know naked."

"Jack, if that's the case then it is possible Becky has a close minded. That is something that is important to know in a relationship. Have you or your family suddenly become different people just because you might not wear clothes at home? I think not. If Becky likes you with your clothes on she should like you with your clothes off."

"Aunt Gracie, can I ask why you like being naked?"

"Jack, to tell you the truth, I was against it too, at first. Why would anyone want to walk around with all their parts hanging out. However, you know your mom and dad were such hippies when younger. They loved the idea of Woodstock, Haight-Ashbury, of a free culture, free speech, freedom of expression and all the other freedoms that were alive in the 1960's. They joined a commune in Vermont to live in, which happened to have quite a number of people inclined not to wear clothes. The purpose of the commune was to develop complete freedom and that meant people could do what they wanted including not wearing clothes. Your mom and dad were pretty wild in their 20's and they were devoted to the idea of complete freedom. After a few years, your grandfather left your dad this house and your parents saw it as a chance to recreate their commune life here. So if I wanted to come and see my sister, who I love dearly, your dad told me I had to be participate in their free lifestyle. Then I discovered the changes that being naked was working on my whole being. After a few summers, I began to look forward to vacationing here and have been living the free days of the 1960's ever since and will till I die. Being naked makes me feel alive, it releases me from the closed world of restrictions and releases my mind. I never feel so alive as when I am naked."