1.
In the gathering dusk of Christmas Eve, Ryan drove through the darkening countryside, hoping he would make it to the small town where his parents and brother lived before the snow arrived. All day, the weather experts had been gazing into their crystal balls and it looked distinctly possible that their predictions for a White Christmas were about to come true.
Ryan felt like a sack of potatoes as he snuggled into his coat and pulled his woolly hat down further over his ears to fend off the cold, even though he had the car heating going. Having been brought up in a nudist family, he hated being dressed at the best of times but even worse when he had to put on layers of clothing simply because of the freezing weather. Bit different to the last time he had driven the fifty miles from the city where he worked to his parents' home when it had been so hot and sultry he would have driven in the nude, had it not been against the law to do so, but instead had been clad in only a T-shirt and shorts. Still, he mused, as the car ate up the miles, he'd soon be naked again when he was back in the bosom of his loving incestuous family.
Ryan was glad to have gotten away from the city or, more to the point, the crummy office he worked in as he finished his training to be an accountant. There had been the ubiquitous office party a few nights earlier at which he had been obliged to attend and had hated every minute of it. His boss, of course, had been in his element and was probably already looking forward to next year's party since he was one of those sad souls whose private lives were so empty, they had to put all their energies into the workplace. Ryan couldn't think of anything worse than having to socialise for several hours with the boring old farts he worked with, all pretending they were the greatest of friends and acting like fools, the old boys with leering smiles holding mistletoe over the young secretaries' heads in the hope of a quick snog - in their dreams - and had been heartily glad when the damn thing had come to an end.
Then, of course, there had been the congratulatory speeches at the office on Christmas Eve morning which had all been a pain in the ass, too. Ryan wondered why anyone bothered going in for just a few hours on Christmas Eve since nobody did any work, just listening to the boring backslapping of how well the firm had done that year and getting shook by the hand by so many people, he had felt at one stage he would never get his hand back. Now, however, all that ridiculous nonsense was over and done with, thank goodness, and he was on his way to the peace and tranquility of a family Christmas - and what a family Christmas it would be too!
The last time Ryan had driven to his parents' home in the summer, he had done so with his prick poking out of his shorts, so horny had he been at the prospect of surprising his mom, dad and brother with his presence since he hadn't warned them he was on his way. Now, however, even though he was just as horny as he had been on that occasion, Ryan's prick remained firmly under lock and key as he steered the car through the well-wooded countryside, which he and his brother Luke had explored to the full when they were kids; he didn't want to get it out now and run the risk of frostbite.
Ryan turned on the car radio and as was to be expected, a non-stop array of Christmas songs and carols assualted his ears. Ryan smiled since in a very short while he would be in the arms of his very own Christmas Carol, his loving doting mother.
After the naffness of "Walking In a Winter Wonderland" and "Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire", Judy Garland went into a chorus of "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" before Bing Crosby, inevitably, started dreaming again as he seemed to have been doing every Christmas for the past three hundred and forty-eight years. By the time the last strains of the Irving Berlin song came to an end and Johnny Mathis was starting to take over with "When a Child Is Born" - which, in reality, actually had nothing to do with Christmas at all but only seemed to come out the record vaults at this time of year - the car was moving slowly down Grove Street, the town's main thoroughfare, decorated in a myriad of twinkling fairy lights. Ryan, like his family, was not in the least religious yet he had to admit that it did look very festive.
A few people were still about, hurrying through the winter gloom to the warmth and comfort of their homes just as the first flakes of the promised snow began to drift down onto the town. Ryan steered into the street where his parents lived in a large detached house separated from their neighbors by several hundred yards of lush lawns and gardens which were rapidly turning blanche-white under a dusting of snow. Many of the families who lived in the houses had decorated their outsides with lights and bunting, some of them completely over-the-top making them look merely tacky rather than festive, unlike his parents' home which had just a few decorations on it, proving to their neighbors that they had considerable more taste.
Ryan switched the radio off, cutting out Johnny Mathis in mid-song, and parked the car in the drive and reached over the back to collect the parcel of Christmas presents he had brought with him, although there was one present that he hadn't been able to get in the bag for reasons which will become obvious, and climbed out the car, smiling to himself as he thought of the neighbors and laying a pound to a penny that none of them would be in the state he was about to find his family in. He let himself into the luxurious warmth of the family home with the key he still possessed and called out to them as he stepped over the threshold.
"Mom! Dad! Luke! I'm here."
Carol was in the kitchen putting the finishing touches to the turkey they would have for dinner on Christmas Day but came hurrying out to meet her eldest son and it didn't surprise Ryan one little bit to see her naked, apart from an apron which she had fixed around herself. Unlike in the summer, the family were expecting his arrival and, naturally, were just as glad to see him as they had been when he'd surprised them.
Ryan's father Ray and brother Luke were in the lounge enjoying a game of chess but they suspended the next move as they heard Ryan arriving in the hall and went out to meet him too. Like Carol, they were naked as well since the Sheldrakes were and are a naturist family and Ryan was starting to feel quite overdressed but he needed to thaw out a bit before removing his clothes and joining his family in the nude.
"Ryan!" Carol said, having not seen her eldest son for a few months since he'd been working in the city by day and studying by night, "its so good to see you. Merry Christmas, darling."
"Merry Christmas, mom," replied Ryan, his cock which had been on the horn all the way through the journey now straining the material of his pants. "It's great to see you, too. Looks like its going to be a white one."
"I know," said Carol, drawing back the hall curtain and glancing through the window, "isn't it absolutely beautiful? I can't understand why so many people claim not to like snow, I've always loved it."
Then she folded herself into Ryan's arms and kissed him passionately on the lips, gasping as she felt her eldest son's hard prick pressing up against her through his pants.
Ray and Luke arrived in the hall simultaneously and Ryan again was not the least bit surprised to see them both naked. For once they were both flaccid since, although sex was the driving force which kept the Sheldrakes going, they still enjoyed socialising nude and doing the ordinary day-to-day things together without any clothes on.
"Ryan!" Ray exclaimed, "you made it, were the roads bad?"
"No, dad," replied Ryan, kissing his father on the lips, "I got here just in time. How are you, Luke?"
"Fine, Ryan," his younger brother replied, slapping Ryan playfully around the shoulders, "it sure is good to see you. Now we're a complete family again."
Ryan hugged Luke and kissed his brother likewise on the lips and went into the lounge. "Brrr!" he said, rubbing his hands together, "its fucking cold out there. Any chance of a hot shower, mom?"
"Of course, sweetheart," Carol replied, going back into the kitchen to see to the turkey, "any time you want."
"No time like the present," said Ryan, placing the parcel of presents under the tree, "I'll be back soon."
