Chapter One - Getting Rod Ready
WARNING:
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further!
This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.
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Okay sexual sports fans, I'm branching out. Instead of a story regaling my sexual exploits, here's a purely fiction account of a fictional family and their very real sexual encounters. Real as in, I made them up in my fertile imagination.
I've always enjoyed the idea of Naked In School, although not everyone has a talent for getting the right words on paper. Right words as in, they make me horny. The best entry in this unclothed universe is "Naked In School - Getting Prepared" by Lost One. Mother insists that Father prepare daughter for Naked In School, including showing her what she can't do. As in, full sex. I wanted to take Lost One's Chapter One and continue the story using those characters. Eventually fortunately for us, Lost One has a plan for Chapters Two and beyond, and suggested I write my own version. As in, leave my stuff alone, but said nicely.
After all, I am a writer. So, here's my Chapter One of a multi-part Naked In School story. The names have not been changed to protect the innocent. They're frigging fictional characters! Because the story doesn't star me and my family and acquaintances, here's a rundown of the primary players:
Father: Dick Treyshun
Mother: Cassi Fallopia
(Second marriage for each.)
Son (his): Rod Treyshun
Daughter (hers): Penny Fallopia
I just hope this writing experiment doesn't blow up in my pants.
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Cassi Fallopia fumed as she gathered dirty clothes scattered around the house. It was a modest three-bedroom ranch, too small for a family of four. Their two kids were more than old enough to benefit from separate bedrooms but shared one. When she and her second husband Dick Treyshun got married, he'd lost his house to his first wife, and Cassi's first husband wanted cash, not property in their settlement. The housing market stunk for buyers and sellers, so too small was something they had to live with.
Dick had many redeeming qualities: kind, generous, empathetic, an attentive and engaged father, and a knockout sex partner. And Dick didn't mind at all that her breasts were small, bordering on nonexistent. With the good came the bad. For one, Dick had a nasty habit of strewing his dirty clothes all over. And his son, her stepson Rod, wasn't any better. The only one who used the hampers was her daughter, Penny.
Cassi should have knocked on the door of the bedroom her daughter and stepson shared, but she was preoccupied with the chore of laundry being ten times harder than it had to be. Laundry basket in her arms, the door swung open from a light push of Cassi's foot. Standing there, nude with a full erection, was Rod, hands on his hips, groin thrust forward. She could have stepped out, averted her eyes, or closed them. Instead, she stared at his cock, which seemed to be as big as Dick's. And as she looked, Rod's cock reacted, growing harder and straighter, bobbing as if taking a bow. The small bounce of his cock startled Cassi. Their eyes met for a split second. She juggled the basket but didn't drop it, mumbled an apology and made a swift exit.
Cassi threw the armful of clothes in the hamper and retreated to the basement. While the washing machine chugged, she sat on a rusty folding chair and considered what she'd seen. Rod wasn't just naked, in the middle of getting dressed. He was posing, like some bodybuilder or model, exposing his penis proudly. "He should be proud," she thought. But the idea of her stepson's cock generated mixed emotions. She loved sex with Dick. Frequently. They were made for each other in that way. They shared a voracious appetite for coupling. Cassi pressed her thighs together. There was a damp spot in her panties. Had seeing Rod's penis gotten her excited? Thinking about Rod in a sexual way was wrong, wasn't it?
The sound of the garage door was loud enough to be heard in the basement. Cassi went upstairs. Rod was nowhere in sight. "Thank God," she thought. "I don't know what I'd say to him." Dick was one step through the door before Cassi verbally pounced. "Dick, thank God you're home. You need to speak with your son." She wanted to take back the "your" and say "our" but the words had already been spoken. "I accidentally walked in on him, in the nude."
"You were nude, or was he?" Dick put his briefcase down next to the kitchen table. "Since you're dressed, I'm supposing it was him. Just apologize and that's that. He'll understand. Hell, he's been sharing a room with Penny ever since we got married. You don't think she hasn't gotten a peek at him in the buff, do you?"
The idea of her daughter seeing Rod's big cock shook her. She collapsed into a kitchen chair. "But he wasn't just naked. He was posing, like some kind of model. What's that all about, huh? Have a father and son talk with him."
Dick put his hand on Cassi's shoulder. "I'll have a chat. But don't worry. He'll understand it was just a mistake." Dick let his hand slip down the front of Cassi's blouse. When it reached her breast, he pressed his palm against it. She moaned. "Later, I'll show you this house's biggest penis. And you won't be limited to looking. You can touch it and everything."
Cassi batted Dick's hand from her chest. "Maybe you shouldn't brag. He's got a weapon almost as potent as yours." She picked up Dick's briefcase and carried it into the front hall, to its proper resting place.
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Dick threw his suit jacket on their bed, loosened his tie and knocked on his kids' door. "Rod?"
The voice stuttered. "C-c-come in."
Rod was sitting on his twin bed on the far side of the room, dressed in a Star Wars t-shirt and cutoffs, with a leaflet crushed in his hand. The decorations on Rod's side of the room were drastically different from Penny's side. Computer company posters, and movie posters from science fiction films covered his walls. Penny's wall was one giant cork surface, filled to capacity with photos, fliers from events she'd organized, and letters from faculty.
"What's up, sport?" Given Cassi's description of what she'd seen, Dick could have chosen a better phrase.
Rod looked up from the floor. "They've got this program in school. It's really embarrassing." He handed his father the mangled pamphlet with the acronym STRIP on the front, and male and female symbols intertwined.
Dick read out loud. "Hmm. Self-Teen Reflection Improvement Program, known by the acronym STRIP. STRIP allows students to understand themselves more completely. How faculty and their parents view them is less important than how they view themselves. It is offered to students whose self-image is assessed to be substandard - lack of confidence, demure demeanor." Dick skimmed the overview silently.
"I got picked. No duh," said Rod.
"Interesting. So what do you have to do?"
"For some part of the day, I'll have to be naked. Gross, huh?"
"You'll have to take off your clothes at school?" Dick smiled. "Ah, to be a teenager again! Is that why you were posing?"
"Mom told you, huh? I just wanted to figure out how to stand when I'm naked. ItΓs going to be pretty embarrassing, you know."
"I can barely imagine." Dick waited for his son to catch the pun. No response. "Well, your mother and I will just have to make sure you're prepared."
"Really? You guys are the coolest parents ever."
"Give me a few minutes with your mom, and then we'll all get together in the den."
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Cassi heard her husband's clomping steps on the stairs. "That was quick," she thought.
Dick came into the kitchen. "Rod got picked for a self-image improvement program."
"Great! He could use something like that. But what does that have to do with-"