Date: Fri, 13 Aug 2004 14:20:30 +0000
From: Ocean View Doc <ovdoc@yahoo.com>
Subject: French Family Affair

			   FRENCH FAMILY AFFAIR
				   ovdoc

      Note: This is based on a true story that legally didn't happen. It is
a sex story that minors are not allowed to read. Don't get caught. I'm
going to devote this one to Paul Wilson who wrote about a similar story. I
also owe a great deal to the family that helped teach me the real meaning
of love, nudity, and sex. Now, on with the story that is not allowed to
happen...

			 Chapter I - My New Friend

      When I first met Donnell, we were both 13 years old and in the
seventh grade. I think he sat next to me on the bus one morning. He was a
doll with brown hair and brown eyes, but at that time I was bound and
determined to be like other guys my age. His looks alone would not make
that much difference. He was just a new boy on the bus.

     At some point during the bus trip to school, I asked his name.

"Donnell." He said.

"Donnell? - Mine's Hans." I quipped.

"Hans?" Donnell flashed a beautiful smile. "Do you speak German?"

"I speak Dutch" I came back a little curt." My father's side of the family
is Dutch. He taught me to speak the language."

"Oui...pardon." He squeaked out almost to soft to hear. His french accent
didn't help much either, but it sure was cute.

      I felt more than a little guilty about sounding so unfriendly.

"You're French?" I tried to keep the conversation alive. "Nein spretchen se
Francais!"

"Non Comphrende? Your German is worse than your French." Donnell laughed.

"You should hear my English. It's even worse." I couldn't help but laugh
with him.

        From that point on, Donny (he didn't use Donnell) and I openly
chatted about girls, school stuff, and especially sports. He was into track
and field. I was on the school track team. We both liked baseball and
swimming.

     I found out he lived only a couple blocks from me. He invited me to
meet his family. I invited him to my house to use our pool. In the next few
months, we became best friends. Either I would be at his house, or he would
be at mine.

       Donny had a sister, Laurel, a year younger than him. He also had a
brother, Rene, two years younger. His father was navy, like my dad, so we
saw way to little of either of them. My mother was a socialite. She was not
at home much.  We often had my house to ourselves. That worked out good.
Even when mom was home, she paid little attention to us. She had a maid who
took care of meals and cleaning. The maid left when the evening meal was
done. Donny's family liked swimming in our heated pool. I liked having the
company. I also liked visiting his home. His mom was a great cook.

        Although their home was more laid back than mine, I never gave it
much thought. I had spent sveral years in a boys' school, so nudity was
something I was used to. The school had 24 of us boys in my building. There
were six boys in each bedroom there. Those boys showered, dressed, and peed
togather. I wasn't shy around other boys. At home though, my parents were
easy going, but they were always "proper". Still, they were used to me
running about the house in my speedos or running shorts. Mom was only
concerned about me and my friends if she had company. Then we were simply
expected to stay in my room or in the rec room area. The rec room included
the pool and patio.

        I mention all this because it may explain why I was not surprising
to me that Donny's family often ran about their house in only their
underwear. It wasn't unusual to see the boys in only their briefs, or the
girls in nothing but panties. Laurel caught my attention a few times simply
because she had cute little "rosebuds" just starting to blossom on her
brest. Her mom would sometimes forget to put on a bra when i was there. I
first stared at her well endowed tits as she walked past me or down the
hall. After a while, she asked if it bothered me. I told her I was
flattered that she didn't feel the need to dress different because I was
there. She liked that, and even gave me a hug.  (Yeah- I'm a con man.) I
got along good with her. I was there so much I was accepted as adopted
family. Besides, I really liked seeing them almost naked.

        I was just as laid back when they were at my house. We usually
liked using the pool. I also had a neat rec room with a computer, Gameboy,
pool table, ping pong, TV, sound system, and exercise stuff. The kids
usually changed into their swim suits in my room since the shower and hot
tub were next to it.  You could enter without going through the house. If
the kids got there before I got home, the maid would let them go to my room
or the rec room to wait.  When I arrived, I didn't hesitate to whip off my
clothes in front of Donny and Rene, then slip into my speedos. Sometimes,
they would change when I did. Didn't matter much to me. The speedos were so
tight they didn't hide anything anyway.  Donny and Rene also wore speedos.
Laurel wore a bikini, sometimes without the bra since I had often seen her
brest anyway. She did usually change into her swim suit at home though --
then added a blose or short robe.

        She had done that the day I came rushing in late. They were waiting
patiently in the rec room. I somehow thought it was just Donny and Rene
waiting. I guess I hadn't seen Laurel. The maid had left. Mom was gone, as
usual. It was just us kids. I dashed into my room, grabbed my speedos,
shucked off my clothes, and thought I wouls show off my terrific body by
dashing nude into the rec room. So I did. One minor problem. Well, maybe
two. The first problem was that I forgot to hang onto my speedos when I
undressed. They had dropped to the floor. The second problem was that I had
bounded into the rec room totally nude.

        The first thing I noticed as I recall was that Donny and Rene were
laughing their head off. Both already realized I had just pulled one stunt
too many.  (I was always teasing them about "the way Americans do things".)

        The second thing I noticed was a big grin coming from Laurel who
was sitting in my computer chair. Her body wasn't visible from the back of
the chair.  She had spun around when I dashed into the room. She stared
openly at the cute little package and the soft shaft swinging obsenely
loose in front of her.

        At first, I just froze. Laurel was here? How could that be? I would
have seen her. It may have also been self-denial. If I didn't acknowledge
that she was here -- she wasn't.

       Slowly, reality set in. I quickly tried to cover myself. My speedos
were missing. No self-respecting swimmer gets caught without his speedos -
and no girl had ever seen me with out at least my speedos on. I know I
looked pretty silly just standing there with my hands covering my jewels.
Laurel didn't speak.  She just smiled at me and looked. Donny and Rene were
rolling on the floor.

        It was Laurel who got up and retrieved my speedos. Donny and Rene
realized I was going from shock to anger. I'm sure I was red as a beet.
Donny quickly pulled off his speedos and handed them to me. He stood there
as nude as I was. Rene did the same. He slid out of his too. I was holding
Donny's speedos wondering why he would do such a thing. Laurel had picked
up my speedos, but stopped when she saw her brothers. They were still
giggling, but they were naked.  Laurel wasn't sure what she was supposed to
do. There were now three naked boys standing there - two laughing - one in
shock.

"What the hell are you guys doing?" I blurted out still not believing what
I was seeing -- not that I minded.

"Skinny-dip?" Donny smiled.

"You don't do that in front of your sister!" I was beginning to feel more
at ease, and a little amused that the boys thought we were going
skinnydipping.

"Me too!" Lauel laughed, and slid out of her biknis. She was as naked as we
were.

        I took a good look before I attempted to explain. I looked Laurel
over in awe. It was the first time a girl had just slid out of her clothes
in front of me. She was still completely bare, and had the cutest little
slit. Every thing about her was so natural - like she was one of a kind. I
guess we all are.  Laurel (we called her Laur) smiled shyly, but seemed to
understand that I was curious. She waited. The boys were also completely
bald down there. Neither showed a hardon. Donny had maybe three inches
limp, and his balls were dropping.  Rene had only a short one that didn't
look hard or soft - just short. His balls hadn't started to grow yet.

       Me? I had the biggest one there, maybe four inches soft. I imagine
it was beginning to grow some though. I also had some fuzz. My balls had
already dropped, but still were getting bigger. I had just started
shooting, and was giving it lots of practice.

"We go nude lots, but not so much here. Mom says Americans are ashamed of
the body. We can't be naked here.You don't like nude? We get swim suits
on."  Donny tried to explain.

"First, we go skiinydip. Then we talk about this.."  I made a dash for the
pool. They followed noisily.

       We spent lots of time in the pool. Whenever possible, we looked each
other over. No one seemed to mind. I was anxious to know more about this
nudity thing. I knew it would never go over with my family. Still, I liked
it. I don't know if it was the idea of showing off my body or just seeing
others get naked.  It was daring. it seemed natural. It was fun.

        For an hour or so, it was just fun. No sex. No attempt to grab or
compare. Just the four of us getting better acquainted with each other. I
didn't get excited about Laur or the boys. We touched each other, held each
other, splashed each other. I was amazed that we were just friends having
fun.

        When we were tired, we went to a pool side table. Once again, we
looked each other over. We got drinks, and chatted about nudists. Kids
questions.  Like: "What about fat ones, old ones, babies, parents? Do
people at nudist camps stare at each other? What if you get a hardon? Do
you have to hide? Do you watch each other pee? Jerk off? Have sex? How can
you not get a hardon if you see some one really cute?"

"You need to talk to mom." Donny told me. "She can answer all your
questions.  Don't tell her about this swim. She might get angry because
Americans don't get naked."

        We had a good laugh.

"No way am I going to talk to a parent about naked and sex." I told
him."Lets keep this our secret."
       The three of them looked confused at my response, but Americans were
as strange to them as the French are to us, so they agreed.

        A day later, Donny invited me to spend the night at his house. I
jumped at the chance - especially when he said his mom was cooking
Dutch. She could cook the greatest meals, and make them seem so special.

        I knew something was different as soon as I walked in. For one
thing, everyone was wearing only their underwear, but me. Thats a pretty
good clue.  Usually they are dressed at the table. No one said anything,
but I felt way over dressed. I asked if I could also get comfortable. His
mom just smiled. I stripped down to my underwear like Donny and the others.
        After dinner, we played some cards. The kids seemed quieter than
usual. I just had the feeling I was in trouble. The skinnydipping was the
logical thing. Maybe not. My nervousness must have become obvious.

"I have to make a tough decision." Their mom looked me over. "You're the
reason. My kids want you to go camping with us. You interested?"

"You cooking? I laughed, thinking she was joking. Of course, I wanted to go
camping. "I love camping."

"Just let me finish." She looked serious. "We camp nude. How do your
parents feel about that? "

"I couldn't tell them. They wouldn't let me go. Thanks anyway." I felt hurt
- and maybe like there was something wrong with my family.... or me. We
didn't talk about nudity or sex. Not at my house. It just wasn't done.

"I'll wear shorts." Donny spoke up.

"Me, too." Rene and Laur chimed in.

"Me, too." I teased.

"So when did you go skinnydipping?" His mom ignored us.

        I turned red, and glared at Donny, Rene, and Laur. They
talked. Only they knew about my skinnydipping with anybody. I had been
betrayed. How much more did she know?

"At a boys' school." I confessed.

"That embarass you?" she pushed.

"It was forbidden." I confessed again. "We did it because it was fun."

"Do your parents know?" she continued.

"I only told Donny, Rene, and Laur." I wondered where this was going.

"Why?" , she demanded.

"I trusted them. They betrayed me." I made sure they heard that.

"They helped you. Thats why we are talking." She smiled.

"You lost me. what has skinnydipping got to do with camping?"

"The kids would feel foolish wearing shorts at their nudist camp, but they
say they feel all right being nude with you. Even Laur. That goes for me,
too.  The decision is yours, but nudist camps are for nude people. All
weekend you'll be naked.You still want to go?"

       I looked at the others. They hadn't told her about us skinnydipping
after all. They had told her I had been skinnydipping before. And I
had. Lots of times.

"If you'll let me - I think it would be fun. Not all Americans are weird."
I blurted.

       She caught that one instantly. Her stare at the kids was a mock
anger though.

"Blabber mouths!" she scolded breaking into a smile.

"Just ask your parents if you can camp with us. The rest is our secret.",
Donny smiled. "Thought you couldn't talk about nude stuff with my mom."

        With that, I lunged. Before Donny could escape, I hooked my hands
under his briefs and pulled them down to his knees. He raised his legs. I
pulled them off. With that, Donny went for mine. I pretended to object, but
let him have them. For the first time. I was naked in front of his mom. It
felt a little;strange at first, but I made no effort to cover up. We were
going camping nude.  There was no need to be shy.

"So I finally get to see you nude. You make some woman proud someday.", she
teased.

"MOM !!" Donny laughed. "Thats so gross!"

     Laur and Rene took the hint. Clothes are out. Off they came. No one
seemed to even notice they were off. The two of them joined in the
teasing. I soon had Laur down in front of her mom as I tickled her. She
pushed her waist up and opened her legs to let me look at her opening. I
did. She just smiled. It did cause me to become semi-erect, but I tried to
ignore that. Her mom noticed it.  So did she. Not long after, I got erect
when Rene and I were wrestling. Mom saw that too. It's embarassing until
you realize they have seen you that way before. Boys get hardons. It's
natural. You stop getting upset and it happens less.

        When the time came to go to bed, donny's mom told me she was glad
we could just be relaxed with her new son, but we would still have to be
careful when others were there. We were family.

        Donny and I slept togather, but didn't do much even though we slept
nude.  I knew I still wanted him, but I think that was more my problem at
the time than his. I still wanted so much to be normal. That meant
girls. Besides, we had both become friends. No way was I going to risk
losing that. Neither of us made any move to turn our new freedom into a sex
thing. When we rubbed against each other in bed, I got a hardon, but turned
away from him. Rene had his own;bed in the room. Laur had her own room.

      Two days till campout. The following day, I would be busy getting
packed.  Or would I? Packing what? If you can't wear clothes, what do you
pack? Is a towel all right? Sure, it is. Towels aren't clothes. I couldn't
wait.


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