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 Carl Naked in School 11/15 (mf/mg/mMFf exhib inc?  nosex)

   Thursday Evening

   If I thought my troubles were over when I got home, I was wrong.  I was
in the kitchen, trying to puzzle out Mom's supper menu when Sis bounced
into the room, as naked as I still was!

   "Nice outfit," I managed to comment, remembering how she'd greeted me
the morning she saw me naked, trying not to stare while studying her.

   "What do you think?" she asked, her hands on her hips, feet apart, hips
cocked forward and to the side like a pinup girl.  She swiveled them at me,
inviting me to stare.

   "Not bad," I answered warily.  Truthfully, she was, well, she was hot!
Oh, she didn't have much in the way of tits, just gentle swellings, but her
nipples were perky and pink, her areolas, slightly lighter, looked puffy
and swollen.  She had a few wisps of very light, blond hair that did
nothing to hide her slit.  I knew she'd shot up a couple of inches in
height over the last year, so she had that - coltish look - that was the
word I wanted, coltish, and thank you, Mr.  Turner.

   "What does Mom think about this?"

   Dee whirled around again, showing me her cute butt.  "She said I could,
around the house, if I wanted to."

   "Oh, well, okay then," I assented.  I was trying to figure out what was
going on inside me.  I mean, this was my little sister, after all, but
still, I had to admit, she was hot.  Well, she was showing signs of it,
anyway.  "Uh, I'm doing supper.  What does this mean?" I asked, showing her
Mom's scrawl.

   "This!" Sis bent over and got something out of the freezer to wave at
me, showing me her butt unashamedly.  I was thinking that maybe I had been
right when I'd called her a pervert the other night.

   She bounced out of the room - well, there wasn't enough of her to
bounce, but she did it anyway, and I began fixing supper.

   "Smells good," Mom greeted me, coming in from the garage as I was
setting the table.

   "It'll be ready in half an hour," I assured her.  "The usual?"

   "Please." She headed for the stairs, only to stop at the bottom at the
sight of Sis dancing bare ass naked to some music video.  "When did she
start that?"

   I shrugged.  "She said you'd said she could," I reminded her.  "She
showed up down here like that when I was starting supper."

   "Oh.  Well, I did say she could go naked, but I didn't think - does it
bother you?"

   I looked at her wryly.  "With me like this?" I indicated my own starkers
state.

   "Good point," she observed.  "Dee, how's your homework?"

   "Done," Dee panted.

   "I want to see it," Mom insisted.

   "Aw, Mom."

   "Don't 'aw, mom' me.  Come on up and show me while I get out of my work
clothes." Mom had gone to school for her real estate license and wore nice
outfits to work.  Satiny creamy blouses and trim skirts or slacks, usually.
But as soon as she got home she got out of those clothes and into something
more comfortable.

   And this time, out of her work clothes and comfortable she did get! 
When she came back I turned around to hand her the wine and almost sprayed
it all over her, which would have been an icy shock, but wouldn't have
stained anything, because she didn't have anything on!

   "Just think of it as part of the program," she said, blushing from head
to toe, slugging down half the wine in one gulp.  "Besides, I don't like
being odd person out."

   "Oooo-kay," I agreed, surveying her.  She was, I had to admit, quite a
dish, for someone her age!  Her breasts were large, and firm, with dark
nipples that jutted out proudly.  There wasn't a trace of sag to them.  Her
belly was rounded, and curved down into a thick nest of reddish hair
between rounded thighs.

   "You like?" she asked cautiously.

   I nodded.  "Very nice," I assured her honestly.  Not my type, too
mature, too rounded, but definitely nice.

   "Thank you!" She curtsied.  "How was your day?"

   "Okay," I temporized.  "It had its ups and downs."

   She eyed my hardon.  "This must be one of the ups," she teased.

   I got out spoons, knives and forks.  "Well, with two of my favorite
females flaunting themselves all over the place, that's not surprising! 
Even if we are family," I added hastily.

   She drank some more wine, then reached for the bottle for a refill, not
something she usually did.  "I suppose."

   "I asked Beth to go to the dance with me Saturday," I announced
casually. No big deal, right?  Only my first real date, when most kids my
age had been dating for a couple of years, some of them longer, and
screwing, too.

   "Did you!  Well done!" She gave me an impulsive hug, and then quickly
backed off from the skin to skin contact.  Her breasts had been very warm
and soft against me for a tantalizing instant.  "I guess the program is
working!  What did Beth say?"

   "She said 'yes,'" I answered, trying to keep the excitement out of my
voice as I carried the salad out to the dining room, a little shaken myself
by the softness, the warmth, the ...  oh, never mind.  She's my Mom, for
gosh sakes, I told myself.  "There's only one little problem," I added.  "I
have to go like this, because the assignment doesn't end until Sunday,
night, according to the rules of the program."

   "Oh." Mom mulled this over.  "How does Beth feel about it?"

   "She's cool with it, once we talked it over," I explained.  "Dinner's
ready!" I called Sis.

   "Coming," she called unnecessarily, her feet thumping on the stairs. 
"Oh boy, naked supper!" She giggled.

   "What about her parents?" Mom asked as we sat down.  "Would you say
grace, please, Dee?"

   "Thank you, Lord, for these thy gifts which we are about to receive,"
Dee mumbled.

   "Amen," I chimed in.  "She's going to talk to them.  I'm supposed to go
over to her place tonight.  Like this."

   "Oh!" She thought about this for a moment.  "Well, I guess it's between
you, her and her parents.  What about the dishes?"

   I looked at Sis.  "Will you do the dishes for me?"

   "Weelllll," she drawled as she ate.  "What's in it for me?"

   "What do you want?" I asked, quickly getting down to the serious
bargaining.

   She eyed me, and I could tell she was measuring how serious this was to
me.  "How about you have to go around naked all day tomorrow - from the
time you get up until you go to bed?"

   I thought this through, wondering what the catch was.  I was going to
have to be naked at school all day anyway.  Here I was sitting at the table
naked with both of them naked.  I was walking the streets naked.  "Is that
all?  Okay," I agreed.

   She spit on her palm.  "Deal."

   I spit on mine and reached across the table and we shook on it.

   "Mom, can I have some friends over for a sleepover tomorrow night?" Dee
asked with a wicked grin.

   "Now wait a minute!" I protested.

   "A deal is a deal," Sis reminded me.  "Can I, Mom?"

   "Oh dear!" Mom hated to get in the middle of these deals of ours, and
she was in this one up to her - uh - naked tits, at the very least.  "Do
you think that's a good idea?"

   Dee put on her most innocent look.  "It's just part of the program," she
argued, "don't you think?  You said yourself it'll be in middle school next
year and we should get used to it."

   "You little pervert!" I protested.

   "Mom!" Dee complained loudly.

   "Hush, Carl, don't insult your sister," Mom chastised me.  "I - well -
uhm - I ...."

   "I'll be naked, too," Dee explained, as if that made a difference.

   "Well, I think at the very least I had better talk with their parents,"
Mom argued, and I heaved a sigh of relief.  Chances of them agreeing to a
sleepover with Dee's horny brother prancing around naked were miniscule.

   "But - okay," Dee agreed, frustrated but still hopeful.  "I'll make up a
guest list right after dinner so we can call."

   "I'll call," Mom announced firmly.  "You'll be doing the dishes, and
finishing that book report, remember?"

   "Oooo-kay," Sis agreed with a sigh, just before she flashed me a sly
smirk.  She'd got me good, I had to admit.

   Then I thought of being naked with Dee's pre-pube friends and wondered
if it would be such an ordeal after all.  It might even be good for them.
But it wouldn't ever happen, so I tossed the thought aside and began
worrying about how Beth's parents were gong to react.

   I was still worrying about that as I walked up her front walk, the
cooling night air stroking my naked skin.  The porch light was on and I
felt like I was on a stage, naked, as I reached for the doorbell.  I heard
it bing bong inside, and almost panicked.

   Then the front door opened and I was being eyed through the screen door
by a frowning Mr.  Finch.  My dick had already shriveled on the walk over,
and now if it could have retreated inside it probably would have.  Funny
the effect stark terror can have, isn't it?

   Beth's dad was an accountant or something, and he looked the part.  His
hair was thinning, and he wore glasses and he wasn't very tall.  But he
sure could look intimidating!

   "May I come in, Mr.  Finch?" I asked politely, sweating bullets.

   Wordlessly, he swung the screen door open and stepped out of the way as
if he were afraid to touch me.

   "Carl, how good to see you." Mrs.  Finch was an older version of Beth,
and she took my hand warmly, looking me in the eye instead of the dick.

   "Hi, Mrs.  Finch.  Beth asked me to stop by," I pointed out awkwardly.

   "And right on time, too.  Come into the living room, please.  Arthur,
close the door and stop glowering."

   We went into the living room and I looked around, expecting to see Beth,
my heart sinking when I didn't.

   "Beth is upstairs, finishing her homework," Mrs.  Finch explained.  "We
thought, too, it might be good to get to know you a bit without her being
around.  Sit down.  Would you like something?  A cup of coffee, maybe, or
tea?  A soda?"

   "Uh, no'm, thank you, I just had dinner, thanks," I stammered, wondering
where to sit, finally deciding on the flowered sofa.  It was cool under my
butt and I crossed my legs, then straightened them, incredibly conscious of
my nudity.  The room was small and cozy, nicely furnished.  There was a
piano, with pictures of Beth and her brother on the top of it.

   "It's so nice of you to invite Beth to the dance!" Mrs.  Finch observed,
settling in what was obviously her usual chair, judging by the knitting
beside it.  Mr.  Finch took the bigger easy chair, obviously his throne in
the living room.  "She's so excited.  It's her first real date, you know."

   "I know.  Me, too," I admitted.  I wondered if Mr.  Finch was ever going
to say anything, or if he was just going to glare at me.  "I really want to
take her - to the dance," I added quickly.

   "Dressed like that," Mr.  Finch finally said, obviously concerned.

   "It's the rules," I explained unhappily.  "It's not my idea."

   "We read the brochure," Mrs.  Finch put in gently.  "I think it's very
brave of you to take part in the program."

   I shrugged.  "I wasn't really given a choice."

   "But Beth tells us you've been very brave about it," Mrs.  Finch
observed.

   I wondered how much Beth had told them.  Had she told them about the
blow job I'd gotten from Marilyn?  And what about the cum stains all over
her clothes from today?  Maybe they didn't know about them.

   "I guess," I mumbled.  "I - well, I'm getting used to it.  And I do
think it's a good program.  I've gotten a lot of attention, and I'm a lot
more comfortable with myself.  I've gotten to know Beth better, too.  It's
brought us closer together.  She's been a brick, walking with me when no
one else wanted to be seen with me.  That was brave!"

   "We're very proud of her."

   I kept waiting for Mr.  Finch to come out with something like "What are
your intention toward my daughter, young man," but he didn't.

   "I wouldn't do anything in the world to hurt her," I assured them both,
looking at Mr.  Finch as I said it.  "I think the world of her, and I'd
understand if she didn't want to go to the dance with me - like this.  But
she does, and I don't think it would be fair to take that away from her."

   "And we agree," Mrs.  Finch said firmly.  "Don't we Arthur?"

   He nodded, reluctantly.

   At that moment, Beth entered the room, and I think my heart started
beating again.  She was dressed, in clean clothes, of course, in a trim
sleeveless blouse and shorts, her feet bare.  The cross on a gold chain
dangled at the base of her throat, right where my cum had landed earlier
that day.

   My cock rose from my lap like a cobra answering the call of the charmer.
I tried crossing my legs to hide the reaction, but that only drew more
attention to my arousal.  Mr.  Finch's glare deepened, and he opened his
mouth.

   "Now Arthur," Mrs.  Finch chided him affectionately.  "Don't get all
huffy.  Remember how you looked at me when I was Beth's age?  When we went
skinny dipping out at Beckworth's pond?  You used to have the same
reaction, you know it!"

   Mr.  Finch blushed all the way to his bald spot.

   Beth came over and sat down next to me, taking my hand and giving it a
reassuring squeeze.  "Carl has been a perfect gentleman, daddy.  He can't
help how his glands react, can he?"

   Mr.  Finch seemed to slump in defeat.  "Are you sure you want to do
this, Beth?"

   Beth squeezed my hand, looking at me in a way that made my heart melt.
"More than anything in the world, Daddy." Deliberately, she let go of my
hand and rested hers on my bare thigh, only inches from my hardon!

   "And I think it's a good thing," Mrs.  Finch assured us both.  "Beth
thinks very highly of you, Carl.  Now, tell us a bit about your family. 
You have a sister, don't you?"

   The rest of the evening passed in small talk, though I did know they
were gently probing to get to know more about me.  I told them about Mom
and the divorce, stressing how amicable it was, not some situation with
infidelity and all that, just two people who couldn't get along as well as
they wanted, and how they shared custody as best they could.

   I told them how Mom had signed me up for the program.  I didn't tell
them that Mom, Sis and I had sat down to dinner naked that very evening.  I
don't think they were quite ready for something like that.

   All through the conversation, Beth kept her hand on my thigh.  I never
knew I could be that sensitive to something so simple.  My dick was
standing up in my lap like a rocket on the launch pad.

   "But getting back to this dance," Mr.  Finch finally said, and my blood
ran cold.  Maybe he was going to change his mind?  "What time is it over?"

   "Midnight," Beth answered promptly.  "And we can walk both ways, so you
won't need to drive us."

   I heaved a sigh of relief at that.  It was a year until I could get my
license, and being chauffeured was so embarrassing!

   "Very well, a 12:30 curfew then, young lady.  If you'd like to come in
for a soda or something after you get her home, Carl, that's fine, but she
must be in the house by 12:30," Beth's dad announced firmly.

   "Yessir," I agreed.

   "Now, you two will have a wonderful time, I'm sure," Mrs.  Finch said,
twinkling like a fairy godmother.

   "Thanks, Mrs.  Finch.  We will." I looked at Beth and my heart melted at
the happy sparkle in her eyes.

   When Beth finally walked me to the door I heaved a huge sigh of relief.
She came out on the porch with me.  "See, it's all fine!" She was bubbling
she was so excited.

   "Yeah." I was as happy as she was.  "Oh, I ordered a corsage, but I have
to tell the man whether it's to be a pin on kind, or if you want a wrist
corsage."

   "Oh, a wrist corsage," she answered quickly.  "And any color is fine, so
don't worry about that."

   "It's a camellia.  Is that right, camellia?"

   "A camellia is perfect," she assured me, seeming to twinkle at me.  "I'm
so excited!  Thank you!" She squeezed my hand and gave me a peck on the
cheek, both of us aware that there was only a screen door separating us
from her parents.  "I have to go inside now and finish my homework.  I'll
see you tomorrow."

   "See you tomorrow," I agreed, longing to pull her against me and really,
really kiss her, knowing I couldn't.

   "Walk me to school in the morning?" she asked hopefully.

   "Sure!" I agreed eagerly.  "I'll meet you at the corner!"

   I practically floated home.