Home Almost Alone, Part 1
Jenny, aka Aunt Jenny, had opened many doors to the world of sex and fun for me in the past month, but it was still nice to occasionally get away and regroup. I was all set to do exactly that this weekend. After all, Mom was showing some property out West, and her venture would take the entire weekend. Christi went to visit with one of her college chums in another State so that left me with this entire empty big house.
In celebration of this freedom, I had remained naked after my morning shower. One of my unpublished fantasies was to be able to go anywhere I desired without getting dressed to do so. One of my dreams found me strolling down a busy thoroughfare totally nude, and everyone else in my dream was also naked. I don’t recall much about the bare men on the street, but I vividly recall the variety of bare-assed broads strolling passed me as if it was absolutely normal to go about clad as nature had originally intended.
There were shapely young nudes, older women showing signs of their loss to the gravitational pull of Mother Earth, short fact women with jiggling tits and buttocks, and an array of specimen in every shape imaginable. I recall I would always develop an erection during one of these episodes, and today was no exception. My pecker swelled bit by bit as the procession in my mind paraded by me. A totally naked woman, regardless of her charms and features, has always had that effect on me.
And then there is always the possibility that this dream world can be shattered by the slightest intrusion. For example, my sister’s bedroom door could suddenly open, and she could step into the hall wearing not much more than I was.
“Eeeeeeek,” she squealed and instinctively crossed her arms over her breasts. It seemed strange when you consider she was wearing a bra and panties. Skimpy but well intended, I’m sure.
“Holy shit,” was my manly reaction to the incident. “I thought you were off playing kissey-face with your boyfriend or somebody. What are you doing here?” I was so surprised by her presence that I completely forgot that I was standing in the hall in front of my sister butt-assed naked and sporting a dwindling hard on.
She quickly regained her composure, and could not help but to giggle at the situation. “Find much use for that thing?” she asked indicating my shrinking penis.
Realizing the predicament I was in, I instinctively slapped both hands over my manhood. When Christi laughed at my futile attempt to retain my dignity, she forgot about her exposure and covered her mouth when she laughed. That’s when I realized that my big sister was probably as well endowed as was our mother. The cups of her bra were definitely challenged.
Christi saw my embarrassment, and couldn’t stand to see her baby brother squirm in agony. She reached inside her bedroom door and came back with a bath towel. “Here,” she said casually. “Pity.”
“Thanks,” I said politely as I wrapped the towel around my mid-section. And, on reflection, “Pity what?”
“It’s a pity you feel it is necessary to cover up such a tool. From the quick glance I got, you certainly have nothing to be ashamed of, Mister.”
“I reckon I should say thank you, but I’m not used to this Christi yet,” I said in all honesty. “It’s not often that you even bother to give me the time of day – especially since you went off to college.”
“You may be right, Bro, and if you are, I apologize. Besides, I’ve been hearing some pretty remarkable stories about you.”
“Oh, yeah? Like what and from who? I asked.
“I’m sure you know that Aunt Jen and I communicate quite a bit by e-mail, don’t you?”
