I See Naked Women

All characters are over 18 years of age. This story was edited for grammatical errors and resubmitted in November of 2023.

This story has a little of everything: anal, first-time, incest, lesbian, non-consent, romance, and voyeur.

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Today, Drew turned eighteen.

Most of his extended family was in attendance that evening in July for his birthday party. The one family member who was absent was his sister, Dana.

She had left the house when she turned eighteen two years ago to go to college in Chicago and had never returned.

She had sent him a birthday card with a short note of congratulations. Funny, the letter had no return address.

Drew appreciated the effort the family put into his party, but like most teen-age boys, he was looking forward to slipping away so he could be with his friends.

Presiding over the affair was his grandfather, the quirky family patriarch. His grandfather had been born in Romania. There his name was Andreas. When he came to the United States. 50 years ago, he changed his name to Andrew.

His grandfather explained it this way. "Between the Nazis, World War II, and the Communists, Romania was devastated. All of my family except for Adrianna and I were dead by 1946. My bride and I came here for a new start. I Americanized my name and fully embraced our new home. Thank God for America!"

The small, frail man, with only a grade school education, had come to America and made good. Everyone in the family worked in one of his businesses.

Drew had always thought that his Grandpa was odd.

He didn't talk much. At family gatherings, he sat by himself. His eyes would be closed and he would have a warm blanket across his lap as he chain-smoked cigarettes.

Drew also thought his grandfather's house was unusual.

It was filled with creatures. There was a rabbit in the living room, hamsters in the bedrooms, and a canary in the kitchen. A dog and two cats roamed the premises.

When he asked his grandmother why there were so many animals in her house, she explained, "Your Grandfather grew up too poor to have pets. Perhaps, he has overdone it, but now that he can afford pets, he wants to have a lot of them."

His mother named him after the strange old man. They were both Andrew. He went by Drew. He inherited a number of his grandfather's traits.

They both were 5' 6" tall, weighed 140 pounds, and were un-athletic. On the positive side, Drew had his grandfather's beautiful ocean-blue eyes. Unfortunately, these eyes saw so poorly that Drew had to wear the thickest glasses imaginable.

Not surprisingly, as an uncoordinated, short, skinny kid with thick glasses, Drew did not wow the ladies.

After Drew blew out the candles on his cake, he unwrapped his gifts. He thanked his benefactors. Sometimes, he did so cheerfully, like when Grandma Adrianna gave him a cool pair of prescription sunglasses.

At other times, like when Aunt Frances gave him a framed painting of the village in the old country where his forefathers were born, he did so with forced enthusiasm.

The last gift was from his grandfather. He opened a small box and found the pendant that always hung around his grandfather's neck. It was a gaudy piece of gold jewelry bearing images of a fox and a falcon.

"Grandfather, I can't accept this."

The patriarch stood, demanded everyone's attention, and said in his heavy accent, "My grandfather gave me that pendant on my 18th birthday, and I'm giving it to you. The pendant has been in the family for hundreds of years. It is given to the male heir that the holder deems worthy."

Andrew paused to let his statement sink in. He was reminding the family that this was his decision and it must be accepted.

When no one objected, he continued, "It is said that this pendant gives its wearer the cunningness of a fox and the vision of a falcon. These traits have helped our family survive. I bestow this gift to you as your birthright. Wear it and prosper."

Drew's mother was so proud that she had tears in her eyes. Her brothers and sisters accepted the aged patriarch's decision as they had all of his commands.

Family tradition decreed that the heirloom, the patriarch's blessing, and all his possessions go to the male of his choosing. With the urging of the family, Drew placed the ornament around his neck. He received a kiss on both cheeks from the old man.

Later that evening, Drew escaped from his relatives by going out into the backyard. He came across his grandfather smoking his unfiltered cigarettes.

The old man said, "Drew, today you do not understand the power and significance of your birthright. I was ignorant of its special powers when it was given to me. You will find it enlightening, entertaining, and enriching."

"Ah... Yeah... Sure."

The old man chuckled, "Go. Be with your friends. I will explain your absence to the family."

"Thanks, Grandfather," Drew said. He was happy to be released from the family event. He pulled the family heirloom out of his shirt and said, "I'll wear it with pride."

The old man smiled and waved him on his way. Drew ran to his friend's house. The septuagenarian stubbed out his cigarette. He died in his sleep that night.

In the morning, Adrianna broke the news of his passing. It was not unexpected. Per their tradition, he was buried the next day in a simple ceremony followed by a wake at Drew's house.

The wake ran late into the evening. Aunt Eleanor and Emma volunteered to stay and help David, Diana, and Drew clean up.

"Eleanor and Emma," Diana said. "Thanks for helping. It's late. You must be exhausted. Stay. You can sleep in Drew's bedroom. Drew, you're in the basement."

Drew went to the basement. He stripped down to his underwear, set up the fold-out cot, and fell asleep.

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The next morning, Drew lay in bed. He was in the hazy period between deep sleep and wakefulness. He was having a weird dream.

He saw Aunt Eleanor walking around nude in his bedroom. She was a voluptuous woman. She had a full black bush and a big but still porkable ass. Her large breasts drooped.

Although her boobs sagged, Drew found the pale soft flesh appealing. They were full and bouncy. Her large erect nipples seemed to cry out "Suck on me!".

Drew was no stranger to wet dreams, but this one was unusual.

He wasn't in it, and the dream had no sound. It was as if he was watching a hidden voyeur video. Eleanor wasn't playing with herself or doing anything sexy. She was just getting ready for the day.

Drew soon had a throbbing hard-on for his handsome aunt. He watched Aunt Eleanor go to the bed and shake her 20-year-old daughter.

Eleanor pulled the blanket off her daughter, exposing the girl's tight round ass. Emma was naked and lying on her stomach. She appeared to reject the idea of getting up and clung to the bed.

Eleanor gave her daughter's plump rump a sharp slap.

Emma cried out, sat up, yawned, and stretched.

She had inherited her mom's full figure. Emma's breasts were abundant and youthfully firm. Her large dark pink auroras stiffened into hard peaks. Her erect nipples were thick and long and defied gravity by pointing above the horizon.

Drew had always found his cousin attractive, but he never imagined that she had "Playboy" potential. He grabbed his thick cock and stroked it.

He watched as Emma sat on the edge of the bed. She parted her knees and scratched her shaved pussy. Emma was nonplussed as she rubbed her vagina in front of her mother. She ran her fingers through a landing strip of silky black fur and fluffed the patch of pubic hair.

Drew stared intently at his cousin's pussy as he stroked his meat. The scene changed. He saw a tree through his bedroom window. "No. No," he shouted in his brain. "Show me the naked girl!"

By some miracle, the camera panned back to the nude twenty-year-old.

"Yes!" Drew said triumphantly. He stared at Emma's shaved sex. A full minute passed before he noticed that to the right of her landing strip was a tattoo of a snarling black cat.

"So Emma," Drew thought, "does that mean you growl and like your sex rough?"

Seconds later, he cried out, "Ohhhh." His whole body tensed, and he blew his wad. He felt gobs of warm cum land on his stomach. As soon as he orgasmed, the vision in his head disappeared. Drew opened his eyes and took in the out-of-focus view of the basement.

He let out a deep sigh and asked, "Woah! Am I now officially a pervert because I masturbated while dreaming about my cousin?"

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For the next couple of days, everyone was solemn.

Drew couldn't help but look at his cousin Emma differently. Before she was family, one of his many female cousins, now she was that hot babe he had seen naked.

Eventually, the two found themselves alone. They talked about their grandfather and their plans.

Drew said, "I'm off to Penn State in the fall. How about you?"

"When I graduated high school, Grandfather sent me to work at the beauty salon with my cousins and aunts. It's okay. I mean, I like it. Maybe I'll go to school to learn how to cut hair," she said and smiled.

"Oh, what are you doing now?"

"Waxes, manicures, and pedicures."

Drew didn't know where he got the nerve but he said, "I see. Do a lot of women, you know, have all their pubic hair removed?"

"Yes. We do quite a few Brazilian waxes," Emma replied, wondering where this conversation was going.

"I bet you've seen some tattoos. Ever seen a snarling black cat?"

Emma instantly looked shocked and scared. She dropped her glass of lemonade and rushed away calling out, "Mama, Mama... the sight."

Drew was nervous and frightened. He cursed himself for having taken the conversation that far. He was angry at himself for upsetting Emma.

The rest of the day, he felt ostracized by the family. He felt he was the object of anxious looks and a whispering campaign by his relatives.

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That night, Drew had his bedroom back. He stood by his bedroom window, looking up at the starry night through the branches of a large maple tree. He was lamenting over how he had upset Emma. He said, "God! That was a stupid thing to do."

He knelt so he was at eye-level with Fred, his pet hamster. He said, "Fred, maybe she picked up on some creepy vibe I'm emitting since I whacked off while dreaming about her."

Fred didn't respond.

Drew turned his head, and his eyes saw the Phillies poster on the wall across the room. He paused as if seeing it for the first time. "That poster was behind Emma in my dream. Pretty weird, huh, Fred?"

Drew stood up still looking at the poster. He dropped to his knees again and said, "You know, this seems to be the vantage point in my dream. That's bizarre."

He brushed his teeth and went to bed.

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Drew was lying in his bed in that pre-conscious sleep state before his brain was fully awake and alert. In his mind's eye, he saw his mother looking in a mirror. She was standing naked beside her bed.

She leaned over and put her elbows on the bed, turned, and looked behind her. Drew saw his father. He buried his face in her nether regions.

His mother returned her gaze to the mirror, and Drew saw contentment on her face. He took that as proof his father had found her sweet spot.

Drew was getting an erection despite his objection. "I don't want to see this," he mumbled.

Who of us gets to control what we dream?

His mother's bosom heaved. Her nipples grew hard. His father must have stood up because he was now visible in the mirror, standing naked behind her.

The mirror showed his mother sighing as his father bit her shoulder.

The focal point of his dream changed. He now saw everything from his father's point of view.

He saw his mother's naked plump ass. He watched his dick stroke in and out of her pussy. He pulled out and his father gripped his cock and guided his hardness home. The shining tip of his wet bulging penis disappeared as his dad slowly inserted it into his mother's anus.

His mother crumpled slightly. After taking a deep breath, she forced her ass backward, impaling herself on her husband's engorged cock. His father's movements were steady and deliberate as he shoved his dick into her ass.

The point of view changed. Drew saw everything from the mirror's perspective. He saw his mother staring wide-eyed into the mirror. Her mouth was open. He didn't recognize the look on her face. Was she in pain? Was she concentrating? Or was she constipated?

His father grinned broadly into the mirror at his wife. He slapped her ass hard. making the plump flesh red. Then the rutting began. He pounded her, slamming his cock into her asshole.

The sex was fierce and, by the expressions on the faces of the participants, extremely pleasurable.

When his mother orgasmed, she came hard, emitting a throaty call of, "Oh, Dear Lord!"

Drew didn't hear it, and, being a virgin, he didn't recognize the look on her face. He saw her grunt and her body spasm.

His father continued to pound her.

Drew saw his father slip his hand under her hips. He couldn't see that a finger found her clit and brought her to a second orgasm. He saw his mother writhe like a snake, being poked by a stick.

As she cried out, "No more", his father exploded and filled her ass with his warm, sticky seed. Drew saw his mom scream and his father grunt and drive his hips into his mother's bum.

Drew awoke from what he thought was a sick dream, a nightmare. He found himself covered with sweat. He lay there deeply disturbed. His erect penis was weeping some serious pre-cum.

"What the hell is going on?" he asked himself. "These dreams are getting weirder and weirder. Who's next? Do I get to see Grandma naked next?"

He rushed to the toilet and threw up.

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Drew was ill at ease around his parents that day. When he saw them, he had flashbacks of them having anal sex and felt sick to his stomach.

Throughout the day, he saw them giving each other long, knowing looks and soft, quick smiles. He felt the love they shared.

He said to himself, "I want someone to look at me like that. I need a girlfriend."

^^^The next day^^^

Drew's grandmother came over after lunch with Apollo, his grandfather's beagle. The dog was small, cute, and playful. His grandmother was small, cute, and lively.

Adrianna's gray hair and wrinkles were proof of her age, but her energy level and slim, still-shapely figure contradicted the calendar.

She asked, "Drew, will you take me to the park? It's a sunny day. Don't forget your new sunglasses."

The two walked around the park and eventually settled on a bench in the shade. Apollo sat between their feet, watching the world go by. Adrianna said, "Have you ever wondered what the world is like from a dog's point of view?"

Drew laughed. "When I was young I would pretend to be a dog."

She smiled kindly and said, "I bet that was fun. Who hasn't wanted to run like a dog or fly like a bird? No one, as far as I know, can do that, but some special people can experience what an animal experiences."

Drew cocked his head and gave her a strange look. His grandmother laughed and said, "No, I'm not senile. The fox and falcon pendant gives whoever wears it the ability to see the world through the eyes of others. I mean it literally.

"Your grandfather told me he was most successful with animals, children, and old people. He couldn't do it with adults unless they were family or simple-minded."

She paused to let that sink in before adding, "The pendant and this special gift have been passed down in our family for over 500 years. This special ability is referred to as "The Sight". It is given to one male usually every other generation. Have you seen anything unusual recently?"

Drew didn't respond. He looked puzzled and thought, "This story is crazy."

Adrianna was patient. She continued, "It takes some practice to harness it. At first, the visions come to you when your mind is inactive. Andrew told me the views would seep into his brain when he was calm, drunk, or first thing in the morning before he was fully awake. Have you had odd visions that you told yourself must be dreams?"

Drew's face flushed with color as he recalled the vision of his parents having anal sex. He was too embarrassed to come out and say "Why yes, Grandmother. I saw my father ass fuck my mother just this morning."

Grandma said, "Oh, I see. You have. Well, today your training begins. It will be a fun exercise. Here, drink this. It's gin and tonic. It'll put you in the right frame of mind. Drink up."

She handed him a flask. It burned as he swallowed and he choked.

She laughed and said, "I made it strong so it would work quickly. Now, sit back. Relax, close your eyes, and think of Apollo. You will enjoy this. I promise."

Adrianna and Apollo went for a walk.

"This is crazy," he thought, but so were the dreams he was having. He decided to humor the old lady. It was a nice day to chill in the park. He closed his eyes and settled himself comfortably on the bench.

Alex felt a light breeze on his face and thought of the beagle.

His grandmother stopped to chat with a young mother in the park with her son. The young boy patted the dog. Drew saw the boy's hand reaching out to him. The boy rubbed the dog's head.

Apollo looked up the skirt of the attractive 26-year-old. Drew saw her bright blue panties and the bottom of her white ass cheeks.

Startled by this vision, he jumped off the bench. His grandmother gave him a friendly wave and gestured that he should sit back down.

Drew returned to the bench. He was shocked and confused. He took a big swig from the flask.

Adrianna and Apollo next walked up to a group of female college students. Adrianna talked with the group, and Apollo went around sniffing the girls.

All the young women wore matching short skirts in their sorority's color and, as Drew, was soon to discover, a variety of underwear. He saw boy shorts, thongs, and bikini underwear in many bright colors.

One young thing wore plain white cotton panties. That woman squatted and ruffled Apollo's ears. Apollo stuck his head between her knees. The young woman didn't mind.

Drew saw a camel toe. He scoped out the outline of her thick pussy lips encased behind the soft cotton fabric that was stretched tightly across her sex.

"Woah!" Drew said out loud.

Grandma and Apollo circled the park, engaging every attractive female wearing a skirt in a friendly conversation. As the women talked, Apollo, in a non-threatening manner, gazed up their skirts. No one objected or gave it a second thought.

Drew was treated to a rainbow of colors and many styles of panties. He saw firm and flabby butts and the occasional stray pussy hair.

Grandma returned to the bench. Each of them was aware of the hard object in Drew's jeans. "I see you enjoyed the show," she teased him.

"Ahh..."

"There's no reason why your 'hard' work shouldn't be rewarded. I told you the exercise would be fun." Adrianna punctuated the sentence by looking down at the bulge in his pants.

Drew crossed his legs. He was uncomfortable with his grandmother's double entendre and with her checking out his erection.

Adrianna smiled at him. "I won't be here long. You need to hone your skill, but there's no reason your practice views shouldn't be interesting. See that mother breastfeeding her baby over there? She has a blue blanket covering her baby and her chest. Focus on the baby. Tell me, what color is the mother's nipple?"

Drew rubbed his hands together. He cleared his mind and cast his attention in their direction. He saw white. He saw pale white skin with small fine hairs. The baby pulled off the nipple to burp, and Drew saw a large dark brown nipple with traces of milk on it.

"Brown. I did it. I did it."

"Good job. This gift is yours to do whatever you wish. Some have used it for their voyeuristic pleasure, and others have used it for the family's benefit and society's greater good. Your grandfather used his skill to bring a small measure of justice to the world."