I just finished my last day of classes for the spring quarter, and was trekking home after selling my books back. College was turning out to be quite difficult, but I was getting by. I boarded the train and dozed off immediately knowing it would take me almost 2 hours to get to my parents house. I knew the summer was going to be restful and fun, and I dreamt of long bike rides with my sisters, and fishing at the crack of dawn with my brothers. Yes, it was going to be just what I needed to recharge. By the way, my name is David.
Being the youngest of 7 was both a blessing and curse. I was 20 now, so the childhood fights were past us for the most part. I had great memories of learning life with my family. We had our bad times too, but the overall positive environment that my parents had raised us far outweighed any difficulties. They had gotten pregnant with my oldest sister Teresa (her nickname is Rese) when they were both 16. It took them a few years, but they finally came into their own at the shared age of 18 (Their birthdays were only a few weeks apart). With a GED and a job at the factory, their future was looking good. Shortly after Rese's 3rd birthday, my dad lost his father to an industrial accident. It was completely neglectful, and the generous settlement took just three months. The shock of it and the solitude took the toll on his mother and within a year he lost her too. To help cope with the loss of his parents, my dad swore to his wife and daughter that whatever they wanted to do to be happy was perfectly acceptable. In response, Rese stopped wearing clothes around the house. My parents thought the innocence of it was a great idea, so they became household nudists.
The inheritance my dad received set them up for the rest of their days (probably for ours too). So for their common 21st birthday gift, a house on a plot of land was bought and then they became a baby factory. Every year, for the next 6 years, they had a baby. After I was born my mother decided her childbearing days were over. I like to think she had done her best with me, and subsequent attempts were futile. As it turned out, being pregnant interfered too much with her hobbies, which I'll go into a little later. She believed strongly in procreation though, so she signed up at the clinic to be an egg donor, and did so twice a year for 10 years. She's an amazing woman. During that time she and my father both got Bachelors and Masters degrees. They figured that the house should always be together, and as the children were all students, the parents should too.
Being naked all the time at home presented some embarrassment to my folks, since they weren't always nudists. Because we were born into it, we knew no different, except in public.. The house rule was that as soon as you entered, you got naked. Needless to say, guests were sometimes shocked when they were urged to strip. Seeing the openness of it through the rest of the house usually persuaded them. Once, an older lady from the church came by to spread the 'good word.' She didn't have any issue with the nudity with my parents, but didn't want to be seen by us kids. After being out of sight for an hour, we got curious and stormed into the den, where they were meeting. Our first exposure to real sex was barging in on my dad fucking a bible-thumpers ass while my mom sucked the juice from her pussy like it was the elixir of life. The conversation afterwards included some apologies, the birds and the bees explanation, and a biology lesson.