Chapter 1

We were a naked family. I should say, half naked. We didn’t go around with nothing on all of our lives. We always at least had our under pants on. Mom always had at least a bra and panties on, and Dad wore boxers. My two sisters started wearing bras when they started to develop too. As far back as I could remember we dressed like that at home, or anywhere that it was just us.

Mom’s bra covered everything. Her panties were always the white ones that covered everything too. The girls and I went through the themed underpants until we got older, then the girls wore the same thing Mom did and I wore the tighty-whities.

The thing was, we never thought it was a strange thing to do. It was our normal way of being comfortable around the house. We had a signal for when we brought classmates or other people home with us. We always used the front door, so we would ring the bell three times and wait a few minutes. Our friends all knew what that was for, and we never had a problem with it. The only exception to that signal was my girlfriend, Gail.

Gail and I were both sixteen. We had been dating for about three months when I told her about our lifestyle. I thought I was making a mistake by telling her, but it turned out that she was ok with it. By then she would always just walk right in anyway. She had caught Mom or the girls in their underwear but not Dad or me.

She was coming over more often after that, and even joining in, sort of. You know how girls are. One of them gets a new outfit and everyone else has to try it on. Since we seldom close our bedroom doors, I would catch her quite often getting dressed or undressed. She and I hadn’t gone past the kissing stage yet, and seeing her like that was getting me thinking about taking it up a notch or two. Of course, it didn’t help when she just smiled at me when I saw her like that.

Tina, my younger sister, started it. After she turned fourteen, she decided that her panties were just too big and uncomfortable. She wanted the smaller ones like Gail wore. Gail’s only covered half of her ass cheeks, and came down a little bit off of her waist. They were different colours and full of lace too. Tina made a big deal about it, and Mom went along with her. The four of them went shopping one day and came back with that kind for every one of them.

Their bras had to match too. They were skimpier and sexier than the old ones were. I was just a fifteen year old boy, but I could see that they seemed to lift their tits a little, and they had a whole lot more cleavage. Yeah.

Over the next year, they got smaller and sexier. Tina was fifteen, Samantha (Sam), my older sister, was sixteen and Gail and I were seventeen. Gail’s panties and bras were getting smaller and sexier. Of course, the other two wanted to follow suit. By then, even Mom was wearing thongs that only had a thin string going up the crack of her ass. Their bras were matching. Most of them came down just far enough to cover their nipples.

By this time, Gail was almost a permanent fixture in our house. She would walk in and strip down right away. Or she would go up to my sisters’ room and strip there. It didn’t even matter if the girls were home either. She, more or less, had the run of the house.

One day, in the early spring, she came in and seemed to be all excited. The girls weren’t home, and Mom and I were sitting in the kitchen. Gail came in and started to strip down.

“Wait till you see what I bought yesterday,” she said. “I know the girls are going to want these too.”

She was facing away from me when she took her clothes off. When she turned around I was instantly hard. Her ‘bra’ was nothing but a thin strip of material that went around her chest and covered just her nipples. Her thong was just a very small triangle that came half way down her hips and mound (it looked as if it just covered her crack) and didn’t even cover the rest of it. There was at least a half inch of bare skin on each side.

“What do you think?” she asked Mom.

“It doesn’t matter what I think,” she said. “Gary is the one you have to impress.”

“Well?”

“My obvious question is, why wear anything if you’re going to go that small? Just saying.”

“You know, it’s funny you should say that. This is the first time that I feel completely naked under my street clothes. I think I like it.”

“I’d have to have my underpants on,” I said. “I don’t know if I could go without.”

“How about almost?” she asked me as she picked up the big bag she always carried. She pulled out a bag. “Go try these on and tell me if you like them or not.”

“What are these.” I looked at the package. “Speedos?”

“It’s about time your father and you start joining in. Go try them on.”

I stepped into the laundry room and closed the door. I was so hard from looking at Gail that it almost hurt when I put on the Speedos. They were a little tight, and only covered about half of my ass. The front was just big enough to cover my dick and balls, and the waistband came down a little off of my waist. That was it. The waistband was cut like any other pants. I stepped out of the laundry room and they both smiled and whistled. Just then, my sisters walked in and whistled too.