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Uncle George made sure that it never went beyond that. I never had to have intercourse or even see their penis but they made sure that I was exposed to them at all times. After that night the card games got even more interesting. Sometimes we would have theme night where I had to dress as a French maid or young school girl or cheer leader. Each time I was not allowed underwear and the skirts were always too short to cover my bum. Other times I had to greet everyone at the door completely naked and remain that way all night. Of course I was nervous each time but I did whatever they ordered me to do. My reward was that by the end of the night I was to masturbate to orgasm in front of them.
I didn't stay with Uncle George for too much longer after that as I was sent away to college. I missed my Uncle but we would get together on holidays and I would give him a special treat when I was home.
I made some new friends in college where I learned a lot of new things. Once my new friends found out what I would do for them they continued where Uncle George left off. But that is a story for another day.
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merrySMover 5 years agoJust found this, hope there are more stories about poor Heidi or similar. Would love to have had them stick their fingers in her more than they did at the beginning. That would have been a great section to elaborate on, them doing more and more sneakily inappropriate sexual things to her. Maybe get her alone and put veggies up her and and a little anal fingering. She likes it but feels bad.
However love your style and imagination. Please keep writing.
Anonymousabout 7 years agoI really liked this story. It reminded me of some parts of my own childhood. Growing up my mother and I were often in panties or naked at home. My parents taught us the proper sleeping attire for a woman is nude. My mother didn't work so she could go a week without putting on a stitch. If company showed up, then we'd either get dressed or hide until they left. The exception was my father's two closest friends. They were only honorary uncles, but IF they came alone, my mother and I would stay nude with them. When that happened, my father would be EXTRA nice to my mother. We lived outside of town so we didn't have any neighbors close enough to see. When my body started making changes I kept a bra on almost all times.
Then one day some guy friends of my older brother showed up and got an eye-full of my mother fully bare before she could duck into her room to dress. My brother's friends wouldn't stop talking about our mother being naked. My room was right next door so I could hear everything. My brother was trying to calm them down but it wasn't working. His friends were BONKERS over seeing their first naked woman. The conversation eventually turned to being about me. The guys wanted to know if I streaked too. When my brother said I did that too I felt like screaming out of embarrassment, but then they'd all know I was eavesdropping. I was only wearing a bra.
At 15 I saw my first dirty magazines. A girl friend of mine had found her father's stash and showed them to me. I was curious, shocked and jealous. I wanted a body like that. I wanted to be in a magazine like that. When I commented that, if I ever grew into a body like those women I'd happily pose for those magazines too, my girlfriend corrected me saying I had and said, of our friends, I had that best body. That got me thinking and feeling that I now WANTED to be seen nude by men and boys.
Going nude at home again wasn't the same as when I was younger. Nobody said much but we all felt it and knew it. Like this Heidi, I found I LOVED exposing myself to my father's friends. If I was home and heard either's voices, my clothes would vanish and I'd suddenly stay near them and hanging on every phrase. I loved it best if I was alone with them, one on one. They NEVER touched me, but they did talk kindly and honestly. Due to my honorary uncles advise I started dating boys my age. I love them for those times. Now as a wife and mother I'm starting to see the same pattern forming that I grew up with
Anonymousover 9 years agoHi there Gasman. Loved that story. It's been a while... it would be interesting to find out how Heidi's fellow students continued to guide her on her journey of discovery. Any chance you'll pick up where you left off?
Anonymousover 11 years agoDon't feel sorry for "Poor Little Heidi" she loved every moment of it ! ALL of the females in my family never wear panties and LOVE to wear short skirts that are short enough to show their asses and pussies in public and of course I love it too. My wife is 5'-4" and 120 #, the daughter is 5'-8" and about 130# and the grand daughter is nearly 6' and a 120# and the three of them are quite a sight wearing short skirts without panties. When any of them bend the slightest bit or raise their arms they are exposed. The grand daughter in high heels shows up skirt standing straight up. They all love to show and I'm proud they do!
Anonymousover 11 years agoMy wife grew up in a rural area on a farm in Mississipi. She lived with her grandfather from the time she was 7 yo until she was 20 yo. She grew up only wearing a t-shirt and was never allowed to wear underwear. When at home she was always bottomless even when her grandfathers friends or farm workers were at their house or farm. She grew up thinking it is natural to be naked from the waist down and was comfortable being botttomless around my friends.
