First of all, let me say that I don't think of myself as lez, or even bi. And I am definitely NOT a pedophile. I just like to imagine life with a more open family lifestyle.

OK, my story: when my girls were little I never thought much about them being naked. They were born naked and I saw them every evening when I gave them a bath. I thought that their little pussies were cuter than a woman's pussy, and when I was washing between their legs I wondered if it felt special to them, but I never thought about them in a sexual way. But I very much liked the feel of having my hands on their bodies, especially washing their cute pussies.

When they were about 7 or 8 years old they said they were old enough to wash themselves. Even though I still wanted to touch them, I had taught them to respect their own bodies and never let anyone touch them when they did not want it, so I thought it was best that I let them wash themselves without even letting them know that I missed doing it. When they got to be around 11 or 12, I really liked watching their breasts grow and their fine blonde pussy hair start to sprout. Unfortunately that was also the time when they started to bathe themselves completely from start to finish, or go take a shower without even being told to. In order to see them I had to accidentally find some reason that I needed to something in the bathroom at that moment.

Within 2 years they both turned in to lovely young ladies, with lovely young lady bodies. They were, and still are, quite beautiful, but with full breasts and a normal woman's pussy, their bodies are no longer special to me.

Every second year or so we vacation in Europe and visit family. When we are there I like to go to the beach. I noticed when there that I like to look at girls, especially the ones who are at that magic age where they are tuning from girls into women. I really like how on European beaches, even regular beaches, not just on nudist beaches, little girls run around naked. And women can go topless. But very strangely, in many places, when girls start to grow breasts they remain topless for a little while, but then they put on a top, even though their mother or older sister is topless. Then, after their breasts have fully grown, they take off their tops again. (The only exception is the south of France, where even the girls in puberty stay topless. I really like it there.)

Two special bath stories:
My oldest daughter was about 9 years old. She is very intelligent, but very absent-minded, like a forgetful professor. I always had to remind her to take a bath. Sometimes she would forget to use the toilet before she got into the bathtub. One evening while bathing she stood up and announced that we need to drain out the water. I asked her why. "I forgot to use the potty before I got in, and I just peed a little bit in the bath water." She started to climb out of the tub and get water all over the floor. I pull the plug out and told her, "Don't get water all over the floor. Just go ahead and finish peeing in the tub." So she sat on the edge of the tub, spread her legs very wide, and I watched a clear stream of pee come out of her pussy into the tub. When the tub finished draining I filled it again, but not deep, and told her that now we needed to wash her very very well. Even though she usually washed herself, this time I washed her. And I spent extra time washing her pussy, rubbing up and down between her pussy lips with my finger. I even pushed it in just a tiny bit. (I have always been a little fascinated by pee. Once when I was on a camping trip I let my father watch me pee. But I might tell you that story some other time.)

Second story: When my youngest daughter was about 12 years old, she was sick with the flu and had a little bit of a fever. I suggested she take a slightly warm bath, not hot. She said OK, but she was weak and had no energy. So I went into the bathroom with her and helped her to undress. Her breasts were just beginning to really grow. Not big yet, but bigger than just a bump. Her pussy had some real hair, but not much, and it was very light. She got in the bathtub and she let me bathe her. I gently ran my hands all over her body. She smiled. I washed both breasts and her pussy too. I wanted very much to spend extra time washing her pussy, like I did when her sister peed, but I did not do it. I did not want her to suspect that I was touching her in a sexual way. When she finished bathing, I helped her dry off. That was the last time I gently touched her pussy. I miss it very much.

So that is my story. I'll try to write more later.

Jane