The Nudists and the Girl Next Door [Game Thread]
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				Title: <strong>The Nudists and the Girl Next Door [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJ Cake</strong> on <strong>24-05-2009, 21:50:58</strong>
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				Vay was apprehensive. Less than sixty hours ago his life had been normal—his mother was alive, he was finishing up his last year of high school in Manhattan, and he knew what he wanted to do with his life. He had applied, auditioned, and was accepted into Julia Arts’ theatre programme—something that had flushed him with more excitement than he ever experienced. It wasn’t like he wanted to be famous, or rich. He just wanted to explore himself through people, art, and the stage. That was his happiness. Everything seemed aligned; everything was right. That is, until the sudden death of his mother.<br><br>Now where was Vay? Vay was anywhere but near Manhattan, or Julia Arts. He was in a cab in Milwaukee, and on top of the sudden loss of his mother, he was on his way to live with his father and sister, whom he hadn’t spoken to, much less seen in twelve years or more. He had a right to feel sick, angry, and anxious. His dreams seemed more and more out of touch with each mile the plane travelled, each tick of the cab metre. <em>God, I feel like sticking my head out of the window and hurling,</em> he thought.<br><br>The cab hit a bump. He almost lurched out of his seat.<br><br>‘You okay man?’ the cab driver asked. He looked Indian, or African. Or Arabic. Vay couldn’t really tell.<br><br>‘Yeah… it’s just—I’ll be fine; a little queasy from the plane ride,’ Vay answered. <br><br>It was pitch black outside. Snow falling slowly everywhere.<br><br>He felt so out of himself, so distant from who he was. In the reflection of the window he saw someone—a blond boy with blue eyes, skin paler than normal, and his face was hollow. Dark circles painted themselves just below where his eyes lost their light. That didn’t look like the Vay Vogel he remembered. That looked like a ghost.<br><br>Finally, they pulled up to a curb of a one storey duplex. <em>So half of that is my new home,</em> Vay thought quietly. He reached out to open the cab door, but it felt heavy. Honestly, he was afraid—afraid to step out, afraid of what might happen when he reached the doorstep of that duplex and he rang the bell. It didn’t feel like home—home was Manhattan, noisy streets, sirens every fifteen minutes or so. Home was warm, where he could recite plays and have his mother to encourage his performances. But now his home was empty, and his mother was dead.<br><br>So be it.<br><br>The trunk of the cab clicked open and slammed shut as he hoisted his luggage. The driver offered helped but Vay didn’t hear. He couldn’t shake himself out of the growing anxiety and dread that was weighing in his stomach. ‘Fuck, please let them be normal,’ he said aloud in exasperation. Who would listen to that delusional cry? God? The Universe? The cab driver he just paid? Maybe something out there would deliver him what he wanted.<br><br>As he remembered when he was five or so, his father wasn’t quite normal. The whole house really, wasn’t. For some reason, they always lived in the nude. Dinner? In the nude. T.V.? In the nude. Reading? In the nude. They even exercised and played Monopoly butt fucking naked. <em>Jesus Christ, I don’t think I can handle it if they’re still like that. Belle’s sixteen?</em> At his mother’s funeral he didn’t even recognise her. <em>Seeing her naked would be…</em><br><br>Vay shook his head of the thought. It was just too disturbing. Now he was at the doorstep of his father’s house with his finger touching the doorbell. Could he do it? Could he push the button and open a new life for him? He couldn't imagine what it'd be like to step through that door and proclaim it his new home, at least until he graduated. He paused, and then glanced back at the taxi. A bead of cold sweat rolled down his forehead. It wasn’t too late to turn back—to dump his luggage back in the trunk, get back in the cab, and then… figure out <em>something</em>. <br><br><em>Okay, I’m being ridiculous now. Just ring the fucking doorbell, Vay.</em> He turned his head back—and felt his heart stop. In the neighbour’s window, he saw her—the same girl he had tumbled and fell on in the airport. Back then, he was completely flustered. He hadn’t been watching where he was going, and somehow he ended on top of her with his face inches from her lips. She had been just as surprised as he was, brown eyes staring back at him, completely bewildered. He remembered the smell of her hair, the feel of her breath against his cheek, and the blood rushing to his face—and between his legs. Her hands had been on his stomach as if to break his fall. He could feel that warm sensation all over again.<br><br>He wrenched his head forward. <em>That can’t be the same girl. That’s nuts. Just ring the damn doorbell, Vay.</em> With a sigh, he pushed the plastic button and felt it click.<br><br>-Cake<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Nudists and the Girl Next Door [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 00:50:08</strong>
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				Krista Riley sat curled up by the front window, watching the snow fall as the spaghetti sauce simmered on the stove. The noodles were by the pot of water, the garlic bread wrapped and ready for the oven to signal it was hot enough.<br><br>She wasn't sure where her brother was, and glanced nervously at the snow falling. She just hoped he was close enough to walk home safely or catch a ride with one of his friend's parents. Her mother had already called to say she was going to be late, and her father was even now flying somewhere above on his way to D.c. They both worked way too hard but she loved them. They doted on her and her younger brother. When they were here that is. But it hadn't been all that bad. Dann had kept her company. Growing up, they had relied on each other quite a bit though they were still prone to the typical sibling fights.<br><br>Motion drew her attention to the street and she shifted onto her knees as a taxi pulled up in front of the house. She frowned as a figure clamoured out, half standing to go yell at her brother for wasting money on a taxi when he could have just called her for a ride. That was when she noticed that it wasn't her brother. This guy held himself different than her brother. Settling back into the chair, Krista crossed her arms over the back of the chair, resting her chin on them. Her eyes drifted over the guy's physique as he came up the walk way and she flushed at what she could see. He was hot.<br><br>He stopped at her neighbor's door then turned to look behind at the taxi and she froze, her jaw dropping open. OMG! It was him! Her fingers clenched on the chair as she hovered between dashing out of sight before he saw her and staying still so she didn't draw his attention. It wasn't everyday a girl found herself on her back in the airport, having been tackled by some stranger. Okay so he hadn't actually tackled her but she had still found herself on the floor with &lt;him&gt; on top of her.<br><br>He turned back toward the door and their eyes met. She whimpered as a quiver went through her as his blue eyes fastened on hers. She tried to look away but couldn't. A slight frown came to her pert lips as she noticed how tired he lookedHer tongue came out to wet her lower lip as he finally looked away.<br><br>She blinked at the sudden loss of his gaze, lifting a finger to the window as if to trace the tip along his face. <em>He looked so tired</em>, she thought as he rung the bell, the faintest echo sounding in her ears. The duplex didn't have the best insulation between the two homes. She continued to watch him as he waited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Nudists and the Girl Next Door [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MsNikki</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 00:54:26</strong>
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				Belle laid back on the leather couch of the living room with boredom getting the best out of her. She actually was watching nothing in particular, she was only flipping between channels and waiting for her father to go out somewhere, not because she dislikes him, on the contrary, she loves him, but to be able to go outside and have a smoke, or maybe smoke inside, it did not matter, she just needed it. Belle had no idea where her father was in the house, she could hear him moving around but she could not specify his exact location.<br><br>Instead of having a cigarette between her lips, Belle had a lollipop, a raspberry tasting lollipop that her lips suck on lusciously and her tongue teased the ball of candy in her mouth. And along with flipping the channels, Belle was turning and adjusting her position on the couch every now or then. Was it because of boredom? Was it because she needed a ciggy? Or was it because that is just her where she cannot stay still in one place or position? It did not matter, what mattered is that every time she moved on the couch, her bare and naked skin had to be pulled slightly as leather always tends to stick formidably against one's skin.<br><br>Because of this sticking, Belle was not totally naked, she had some very tight and small pink hipsters on. Her small but perfect and round firm butt was barely hidden under the underwear's fabric, and her handfuls of tits despite her petite figure were out on the loose. Belle had a killer body despite being somehow petite, well, at least that is what the boys who have banged her told her, and the girl that banged her lately also agreed.<br><br>&nbsp;<em>'Today was supposed to be special .. I remember that .. But why?'</em> she thought to herself as she shifted her position to lay on her back and her gaze was directed on the ceiling, the TV was left bluffing all by itself. That was a typical reaction from Belle which reflected her lack of focus, carelessness and level of wittiness. <strong>”Bah! I don’t know”</strong> She topped off her clueless reaction by murmuring to herself.<br><br>‘DING DONG’ the doorbell rang and left Belle jumping off the leather couch as the annoying sound took her by surprise while she was in a rare state of thinking, if you can call what she was doing thinking anyways. She looked around hoping that her daddy will be somewhere close so that he would open the door and she could remain relaxed on the couch but there was no sign of him. Not to let whoever rang the doorbell wait anymore, Belle kicked herself on her bare feet and walked towards the door. <strong>”Who in the fuck is coming at this time and with all this snow outside! Grrrr”</strong> she murmured again and complained all to herself again.<br><br>She walked lazily to the door and as she reached it, she stood on the tip of her toes in order for her to peek through the eyehole. <strong>”Damn!”</strong> she exclaimed as she saw Vay at the other side of the door, her exclamation was paralleled by a slap of the palm of her hand on her forehead as she finally remembered why this day was supposed to be special. <br><br>The reason Belle thought that the day was “supposed to be special” and not actually going to be special is because she had her own doubts. Vay was more of a stranger to her than a brother. She could not even remember that they lived together under the same roof 12 years ago. And now, he is coming out of nowhere to do what exactly? She had no clue. She thought that he might be some weirdo and she would not know how to interact with him. 12 fucking years and he never tried to call her or talk to her properly, and now he was there, standing behind the door with his suitcase. It was true, it was a fact that he is moving in and Belle has a wonderful life with her father. They never fought; they always got along and to her, what Vay could bring into that relationship remained mysterious.<br><br>Belle lifted her black nail polished fingers up and a few millimeters before they landed on the door knob to open the door, she remembered that she was almost naked. Of course she had to remember such thing as it was the norm in this house to be bare. She looked down at herself and again, her carelessness and rush into making decisions came into the picture again, but this time they were mixed with some of her devilish side. <em>’It is our house and our rules! If he does not like it, this stranger of a brother could go live elsewhere’ </em> she grinned before she let her hand drop on the knob and open the door. It was not that Belle had no sympathy over Vay for their mother’s death but it was strange the way both her mom and Vay kept their selves isolated from Belle and her dad. They truly were strangers to the point that Belle did not feel the loss of her mom as she already lost her 12 years ago.<br><br><strong>”Heyyy Vay”</strong> her grin did not leave her face as she threw herself on him for a hug, she grabbed him tightly and gave him no chance to react. <strong>”Damn! It is freezing out here!”</strong> she released him from the hug and stepped inside shouting <strong>”Daddy!! Vay is here!!!</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Nudists and the Girl Next Door [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJ Cake</strong> on <strong>30-05-2009, 05:10:19</strong>
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				For a moment, Vay was completely disarmed—the door swung open and suddenly Belle was squeezing him in her naked arms; he could feel the press of her supple breasts against his chest, and his biology started to respond. It was a delicious embarrassment; his face flushed red. Her scent was intoxicating, enough to overpower his senses while his consciousness was raked across the threshold of the bleak cold outside, and the inviting warmth inside. In that moment, Vay felt his troubles melt away.<br><br>Then, logic clicked in.<br><br><em>Okay, what the fuck? That was crazy. Time to put on the game face then. </em><br><br>‘Whoa, hey! I love how you’re all cheery!’ Vay replied happily. With one hand dragging his rolling bag, and the other carrying his gym bag, he wasn’t capable of returning her hug. Instead, he gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek. That seemed good enough for the occasion, given that he loved European culture. That's what he thought, anyway. The French were funny people, kissing everyone on their cheeks.<br><br>As he stepped in and dumped his bags on the floor, he could tell Belle was naked from the waist up; he didn’t have to look down, however tempting he found it. He wouldn’t know how to handle himself if he began checking out his own little sister’s body. That would be awkward. Too taboo. Too weird, and yet…<br><br><em>Don’t look down, don’t look down, don’t look down…</em><br><br>Vay looked down.<br><br><em>Fuck!</em><br><br>He had caught a glimpse of her breasts. Any other girl would have been great, but he was slowly violating his principles, and he had just gotten here. He wasn’t sure if he could take much more of this. His sister was standing there, nearly naked and sucking a lollipop while he tried to focus on anything but her body, or the oddly attractive little mannersism she'd make from time to time. Where the Hell was his dad? At least he wouldn’t be tempted to look at his man-meat. That’d be just gross, on many, many levels.<br><br>-Cake<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Greg MD</strong> on <strong>30-05-2009, 13:08:47</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Dann Riley</strong></div><br>Dann trudged through the deep snow in his old black boots, wrapped up in several layers of blandly colored thick clothing. He hated being so wrapped up, and therefore hated fall and winter.<br><br>"Nearly there!" he gasped as he arrived on the block where his family's home was, following a five mile walk from the gymnasium he'd spent the afternoon at with his school books while oogling at the girl's volleyball time practicing beautifully on display, a hobby he thoroughly enjoyed. Sure, he could've gotten a lift from one of them, or from one of the other 6 members of his school's math squad. However in the two years he'd spent studying around the other kids, he'd never bothered to get close to them.<br><br>Dann had never attempted to be close to anyone really. He kept to himself, quite content with excelling in acedemics. He never participated in any organized sports but rather preferred a jog around the track after the other athletes finished using it three days a week. Most months out of the year he would love his current trek home from school. Excersize was one of the few things Dann felt comfortable doing. It afforded him the oppertunity to spend over an hour a day doing something productive (toning his slim body which he took care of), without the possibility of uninvited interruption from other human beings. <br><br>He didn't loathe the entire species really. Just the ones he'd met for the most part. Why couldn't Dann befriend someone like Frank Abagnale Jr., or that other guy...the most famous bill counterfieter in Canadian history. These guys were real geniuses. People on Dann's level of intellect. People he could respect. Of course there were other people he admired. Women for example such as the cute chick who lived in the duplex. Belle, was it? She was quite the piece of work. On ocassion rumors had floated around that she was a nudist, a hobby he and his sister had delved into from time to time. This claim he'd never been able to verify though since when he was home, most of the time was spent in his room hiding.<br><br>His social difficulties prevented him from getting to know Belle or any other girls from school on a level he wished. Being uncommunicative did have its pitfalls. However, he did have Krista, his big sis. Though Dann knew very much his parents loved him dispite his---oddities, he never allowed himself to build a connection with them either. Ever since he was a small child though, he'd developed a sense of protectiveness over his sister whom he cared for very much. They'd always looked out for eachother. She was also the only person he'd truly ever felt comfortable around.<br><br>Dann smiled subconsciously as his thoughts drifted to Krista. Such a beautiful person both inside and out. Lately too, they'd grown closer than he would ever have imagined, making life a bit more interesting...<br><br>A taxi cab wizzed by Dann, splashing black and grey slush all over his boots and jeans.<br><br>"Ah, fuck!" he yelled, irritated. He couldn't wait to get inside and tear off these now drenched clothes that he felt trapped in. He pondered why the cab was on his street and cursed again when he remembered. Some new guy was supposed to be arriving to live with his neighbors that day. Belle's brother to be exact.<br><br><em>Great, an other one to tolerate.</em><br><br>His grin returned as he approached the duplex though and the smell of pasta drifted down the driveway. The nieghbor's entrance closed just as he turned. At least he wouldn't need to greet the new guy just yet. He gladly sprinted the last several feet to his own doorway, tore off his boots and stumbled in the doorway.<br><br>"Krista?" He called, peeling off his wet jeans and sweater, standing there in long flannel underwear and a couple of warm shirts, shutting the door behind him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Nudists and the Girl Next Door [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten</strong> on <strong>01-06-2009, 18:08:13</strong>
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				Krista rolled her eyes as the door opened next door and Belle came flying out to hug her brother. She wondered what it would be like to wander around naked all the time. She often walked around naked in her room but rarely around the rest of the house, especially if her parents were home. If it was just her and Dann she was a bit more relaxed, often getting a late night snack in her panties.<br><br>She arches a brow as shock raced across his face, her lips twitching, wondering if he had not been aware of the father and daughter's strange lifestyle. He recovered quickly and she pressed her forehead against the window, leaning forward to keep him in view as long as possible.<br><br>Motion caught her eye and she brightened as Dann came around the corner, approaching home. Krista shook her head as he seemed to arrive just as the door closed behind the new arrival. She wouldn't have been surprised if he had loitered just out of sight, waiting for them to go inside before continuing. She adored her brother but his obvious disgust with most people caused her a bit of worry. She wanted him to meet girls, hang out with friends after school but his studies seemed to make him most happy so she didn't push him. After all, she wasn't his mother. Though if truth be told, Krista knew him better than their parents every would, having spent much more time with him.<br><br>She watched his honed body sprint up the walkway and bit her lip. They had experimented with each other, feeling the most com forable with one another. Kissing and touching but they had never taken it too far, though she had often fantasied what he felt like inside her. Just a few days ago, they had been taking a shower and if they hadn't thought their one of their parents had come home, it might have gone a bit further than just touching. She knew what they were doing was considered wrong by many people but she couldn't see the problem, not really. She was already on birth control to regulate her monthly so it wasn't like she would get pregnant or anything. Now that she could understand as being taboo, having aced her biology exam last year. And it felt so wonderful, his hands on her skin. She loved watching his body react to her touch.<br><br>As Dann leaped onto the front stoop, Krista scrambled off the chair and dashed into the kitchen to give the simmering sauce a stir, and to deposit the noodles into the water, the bread she slid into the oven. The door opened and she smiled as her brother called out.<br><br>Running out to the hallway, she laughed and bounced into his arms, pecking him on the mouth. Shivering as the coldness radiated off him, she stepped back and sighed. "You're freezing! What did you do, go for a swim?" she chided, quickly stripping his shirt off over his head. Rubbing her hands on his arms, she kissed him again then motioned down toward his bedroom. "Go get changed before you catch cold. Dinner is almost ready. Just a few minutes for the noodles and bread. Mom called and said she would be late. And I dropped Dad off at the airport earlier. He'll call when he's reached his hotel safely. Boy, do I have a story to tell you over dinner. Go! Hurry up, or the bread will burn."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Nudists and the Girl Next Door [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greg MD</strong> on <strong>01-06-2009, 19:12:43</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Dann Riley</strong></div><br>Dann was a bit overwhelmed when his dear sister wasted no time in pouncing on him it seemed, like some lioness protecting her cub from the elements, though it was a welcomed gesture upon arriving home after what he'd just experienced. He felt so soothed at her kisses all over his face and neck, and didn't quite know how to react at first when she'd left him bare chested standing in just his soaked underwear. At that point he figured what the hell and hooked his thumbs in the elastic and began sliding the soaked flannels down his firm wet legs.<br><br>He hadn't quite learned to control himself when in such close contact with Krista. She was the first and only person so far in his life to have gotten intimate with him on any level. In fact the only other recent physical contact he'd allowed anyone to have with him would be the guys in his math squad who patted his shoulders and unwelcomingly butted fists with him--a gesture he never quite understood. So one could easily understand why he all but melted whenever his big sister had her hands and lips on his pale skin. While undressing, he used a free hand to return the loving caresses, running his fingers along her bare arm and ribcage even daring to graze a wonderfully shaped breast casually.<br><br><em>God did her fingers ever work like magic.</em><br><br>He cracked an other smile, a rare facial expression upon his face twice in so little a span of time, as he recalled just earlier this week the spontaneous shower they'd ended up sharing together and how she'd been so eager to please her younger brother. The boys she'd been with must've been very pleased with the results, though he never could keep track of any boyfriends she had. Even though he paid close attention and loved talking with Krista, any mention of dating didn't seem to linger in his mind very long.<br><br>"Got sprayed by a taxi just down the block," he frowned, "And a story you say?" He asked quite intrestedly, "Would it have anything to do with the new arrival nextdoor? I just missed him. Got a good look at him?"<br><br>He tugged the underwear off his ankles and began rolling them into a ball looking down, losing his breath momentarily at what he found. To begin with Dann had never been well endowed as he'd been so often reminded by the other boys any time he dared enter the locker rooms at school, but presently he hadn't accounted for the reaction his scrotum would have to the shivering cold moisture. He covertly placed the balled up underwear over himself and gathered the rest of his clothes saying "You can tell me all about it after I clean up" and with that he turned and sauntered down the hall to the bathroom to warm up even more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Nudists and the Girl Next Door [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten</strong> on <strong>02-06-2009, 05:38:59</strong>
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				Krista blushed as Dann removed his wet underwear but she didn't look away. Her gaze slid over his body appreciatively. She bit the inside of her cheek when Dann saw the effect cold had on a man's privates. She sighed when he covered himself&nbsp; strolling off toward the back of the house. Having felt the size of his erection in her hand, she was not the least bit put off. He was too hard on himself really, she thought watching his tight butt flex out of sight.<br><br>With another sigh, she returned to the kitchen checking on the food. Turning off the oven, she smelled the tang of garlic of the lightly browned bread and her stomach growled. Laughing, she pressed a hand to the noisy area and poked her head out to yell down the hall.<br><br>"Hurry up or I'll eat it all and not leave you anything!" She quirked her head at the sound of water splashing and tightened her fingers over the doorjam she leaned upon. Holding her breath, she walked over to the door and leaned her ear to it. She could imagine the water cascading over him and her fingers were tight around the doorknob when the sound of bubbling and hissing reached her ears over the muted cascade of water. Dashing to the stove, she rescued the sauce turning it down a bit more as she waited for Dann to reappear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Nudists and the Girl Next Door [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greg MD</strong> on <strong>02-06-2009, 06:32:51</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Dann Riley</strong></div><br>Dann hobbled into the bathroom holding the wad of wet clothes in his hands longing for the heat of a warm shower. He hung the clothes sloppily on an empty towel rack knowing his mother would bitch at him for not wringing them out first but at the moment he didn't care. He ran the shower then hopped in a few moments later once the water's temperature had risen. He stood relaxed, rubbing his calves, sore from the long grueling walk home in such horrendous weather.<br><br>His rough fingers massaged the aching leg muscles while the water poured over his naked body. He couldn't shake the slight pang of embarrassment that clung to his mind at what had just occurred near the kitchen with Krista. He tried to brush it off as nothing, after all it was his own sister. It wasn't like he needed to impress her. Besides, she'd seen what he really looked like many times as they'd grown up. He wasn't the least bit nervous at being seen so exposed by her, as living with two women and his father gone at work most of his childhood Dann was unintentionally denied privacy on many ocassions and had as a result lost all sense of shame around his sister and mother (though the latter hadn't laid eyes on his body in quite some time).<br><br>He recalled that even though Krista was just a year older than he, their mother had enlisted her help to bathe him when they were kids from time to time even to an age where still to this day he could remember it clearly and remembered the discomfort it had brought about, though of course at the time it was completely innocent. There attraction for each other hadn't blossomed til the past several months. He'd a time or two noticed Krista in her room or the bathroom in different states of undress and, naturally like any other virgin teenage boy who caught a glimpse of such gorgeous female skin, he developed a crush. As the days went by he conspired to find ways to peep on her, and thought he'd done a fair job at being secretive. When that wasn't enough though, Dann moved to blatantly invading her privacy but passed it off as funny in the form of pranks such as tossing cold water on her in the shower. From there, things escalated.<br><br>Still even considering their current state of openness with eachother, something about the previous events hurt his pride. Not badly, but he still resolved to get it back and began wondering how to best go about it.<br><br>He worked his fingers deep into the tender flesh of his thighs working the pain out of them. Gradually his hands drifted the other aching muscle in his crotch. He slid his palms over the erection letting the electricity to fill his body. He quickly worked himself groaning, his memory drifting to earlier that week when Krista had stood in this very shower with him and done the very same thing to him. He tried to duplicate the movements she had so fluidly excercised on him but out of habit resorted to the swift strokes he had learned to use on himself. She had brought him to a whole new level that morning and he had never been able to revisit the feeling exactly as it had been with Krista.<br><br>Once he came Dann continued to rinse himself, then once the warm water had been depleted, stepped to the bathroom floor and toweled off. He glanced at his reflection in the full length mirror and chuckled, <br><br>"That's more like it" noticing he'd regained his usual look now that the cold had left his body. He paused and thought about what Krista had told him about mom and dad when he stepped through the door. She would be working late and he was on a flight somewhere.<br><br><em>Perfect.</em><br><br>He didn't want to seem as if to come on to Krista again but decided in order to regain his confidence around her he would arrive to share dinner in all his glory and did just that, walking nonchalantly to grab a plate of spaghetti from her, "Alright, I'm here. Hope you didn't eat it all, dork," he cackled, his short dirty blonde hair still wet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Nudists and the Girl Next Door [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten</strong> on <strong>04-06-2009, 03:42:39</strong>
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				Krista placed a piece of bread next to the mounds of spaghetti and picked up the plates just as Dann returned. It was a good thing he took a plate from her or it would have tumbled to the ground. She quickly set hers down on the table and spun to grab the salad from the refrigerator, bringing their favorite dressing as well.<br><br>Dropping into her chair, she crossed her arms and watched him, making no pretense otherwise as he settled next to her. His skin was rosy and she wanted to reach out and touch him. "Have you decided to join the crowd and go butt naked around the house too, Dann? I don't think the neighborhood can handle another family, full frontal." She laughs and passes him the salad bowl. "Besides, Mom didn't say how late she was going to be. I'm going to laugh my ass off if she walks in and catches you like that, dweeb."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Nudists and the Girl Next Door [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greg MD</strong> on <strong>05-06-2009, 09:51:14</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Dann Riley</strong></div><br>Dann was famished after the long walk home, and glad to finally see the large pile of spaghetti on the plate before him. He noticed Krista's eyes glued to him but was relieved win her tone seem normal. Upon entering the kitchen there was a slight moment when he thought she might freak out a little at finding him still naked. Aside from when he came home that evening and they peeled off his clothes in the doorway together, he hadn't been naked outside his bedroom, the bathroom, or en route from one to the other, since he was a child. She might've found it strange but didn't show any sign of it.<br><br>Unfortunately though, he felt his crotch begin to stir as he did everytime he knew Krista could see him. He was actually getting hard right there beneath the table during dinner. This wasn't going to be easy to get out of.<br><br>When Krista set the salad down on the table he immediately dished some out and drenched it in honey mustard dressing to mask the bland flavor of lettuce which he hated, "Damn this looks good," he took a bite of the pasta. Krista had always done nicely when it came to food.<br><br>Then she made reference to his nudity, and he simply shook his head, "No I figured I'd just air dry," he continued to eat feeling himself rise away from his thighs, and drew slightly longer breaths.<br><br>Then, "So wait, it's true then? about your chick friend nextdoor?" He was finally going to find out the real scoop, "Wait, hold that thought, want something to drink?" He rose from his seat turning away from her swiftly as he stepped toward the refrigerator, thinking maybe a cold glass of water could solve his raging problem. <br><br>While walking toward the fridge though, there was the sound of a key scratching against a door knob. He froze with only a counter in between him and the front door which his mother walked through, purse slung over her shoulder looking a bit frazzled, a brown jacket slung over her purple nurse scrubs.<br><br>"Hey kiddos," she sighed, hardly paying them a glance while she set her things down, and hung the jacket on a hook beside the door, "I was going to call, but forgot my phone in the locker at the hospital and didn't have time to turn back. Oh great honey! You took care of dinner for me. That takes a load off of--" she coughed rounding the counter nearly bumping into her naked son who looked quite shocked, feet planted firmly in place, erection shooting straight out in front of him.<br><br><em>Thank GOD Krista can't see my face</em> he thought, desperatly not wanting to turn around to see if she held to her word.<br><br>"Well," their mother continued, resuming her usual demeanor, sound just slightly caught off guard, "I was bullied into taking graveyard shift--trauma center's being hit hard, so here I am picking up an overnight bag. I've gotta hurry though. Ms. Maller is covering for me for the next half an hour but she's worked a double already. I don't want to leave her hanging."<br><br>Not once during all this did she so much as make eye contact with Dann who stood there stupidly, not moving, save for his eyes that followed her like a curious cat's. Then she disappeared into the hallway toward her room. Dann kept his ground racking his brain for what to do next. The doorway to his room was not far from his parents' so going that way was out of the question, but then again so was standing there like an idiot doing nothing. He continued to make his way toward the fridge and grabbed two cups, "How 'bout that water, aye Krista?" he choked out, still not daring to look back at her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Nudists and the Girl Next Door [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitten</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 19:57:59</strong>
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				Krista choked on the bite of salad she had just taken at the sound of her mother's voice. She quickly chewed and swallowed, spinning in her chair. Her eyes grew big as her mother rounded the counter and she clamped her eyes shut, waiting for the yelling. When none came, she peeked and got an eye full of Dann's ass. Such a nice ass too, she thought though she quickly averted her gaze so her mother didn't see exactly where she was looking.<br><br>Krista looked up at her mother and bit her lip at the confused discomfort on the older woman's face. Their eyes met and Krista shrugged, rolling her eyes as if she was being forced to suffer some hellish brotherly prank. Her mother blinked and spun around, continuing to talk before rushing from the kitchen.<br><br>She stood and went over to where Dann was, flicking a finger down his flank before bending to get some Tupperware out. "Water is fine," she said as she fixed her mother some food to take with her. No sooner had she placed it in a bag and set it on the corner of the counter than her mother came back down the hall with a overnight bag in hand.<br><br>"Here Mom," Krista called, dashing out to hand the bag to her mother. "And don't worry about Dann. He thought to embarrass his older sister. Jokes on him," she chattered, wrapping the scarf around her mom neck. "You be careful. Don't forget to eat that before it gets cold. Take naps when you can and call us to let us know you got there safe. Dad's flight took off just before the storm really hit. He should be calling soon to let us know he made it."<br><br>Her mother opened her mouth as if to say something but simply shook her head and stepped out, mumbling about the strange children she had. Krista continued to wave until her mother vanished into the snow then closed the door. Returning to her seat, she picked up her fork then set it back down, convulsing with laughter. She let out a startled squeak as she slid from her chair, landing on the floor, her feet still on the seat of her chair then laughed even harder, slapping her hands over her face as she howled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Nudists and the Girl Next Door [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greg MD</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 09:12:57</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Dean Miller</strong></div><br>Mr. Miller sat hunched over over his desk sorting through a stack of W-2 forms newly submitted by the 2 foreman recently picked up by his construction company while Nick Mason drummed the steady beat to "Dark Side of the Moon" on the Bose stero system Miller installed the month prior. Normally reviewing up to a dozen W-2s in one sitting would be a breeze for him but so far all he'd managed to accomplish was to verify the accuracy of a few invioces for material purchases made in the previous month.<br><br>Today was only his second official day back at work following the knowledge of his ex-wife's death a week earlier. It was a very strange feeling, the loss of the woman Miller loved. A feeling that should've sunk in 12 years before when she informed him of her desire to file for divorce, but he had never quite accepted it as the final truth. In his mind he somehow convinced himself she'd be back. There was no coming back from the dead though, obviously.<br><br>He shifted in his red swivel chair, the jumbled mess of numbers and instructions staring back at him from the W-2s. It seemed every 30 seconds he lost where he'd left off reading. Finally he stood and stretched his unclothed body, thick muscular arms in the air, graying head tilted backward, long lean spine arched, firm knees parting, allowing his meaty fifth appendage to dangle freely between his thighs. He groaned praying silently for a reprieve when Belle yelled for him.<br><br>Within seconds he shook himself fully alert and scrambled toward the basement stairs to head up and meet his son, but just before reaching the first step, spun around on his heel, sprinting back toward the swivel chair to grab the towel he'd been sitting on. His ex had scarcely let him see Vay since the divorce, the last time being over 9 years ago. Vay would no doubt be a tad discomforted by greeting his father in his birthday suit, so Miller thought it best to spare his poor son the trauma and wrapped the long faded white towel around his waist, drapped to his ankles, then yanked a gray sweater over his head before hopping up the stairs, hurrying toward the front door. Miller had been a proud nudist for the better part of his adult life but also had the sense (unlike young Belle) to discern between appropriate nudity and inappropriate exposure. People tend to get upset when nakedness---especially <em>male</em> nakedness was thrust in their faces unexpectedly.<br><br>He stumbled upon what he knew must've been an awkward scenario for Vay, whose eyes currently roamed over Belle's nearly naked body. Miller had to let out a chuckle at how care free his beautiful daughter could be sometimes.<br><br>"Hun, shouldn't you get a shirt on?" he rose his eyebrows, spotting Belle's nipples that had perked up in response to the cold draft from having let Vay in the door. Stepping beside Belle he placed a large hand on her shoulder, rubbing his gruff fingers along her smoothe delicious skin and stared at Vay with a comforting smile for a moment He took a deep breath and said happily "Welcome home son," reaching his free hand toward Vay.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Nudists and the Girl Next Door [Game Thread]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DJ Cake</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 01:22:20</strong>
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				A mental sigh of relief released itself in Vay’s mind as he shook his father’s hand, clapping him on the shoulder cheerfully. <em>Thank God he’s got something on.</em> A sweater and a towel—makeshift clothing out of consideration. Had Belle had the same thoughtfulness, Vay would have been spared the chemical high that had been pumping into his bloodstream. <em>Hard nipples...? Whatever.</em> Now that his father was here, the awkwardness he felt in the midst of his topless sister was dying down. He was grateful for that. Belle didn't look too bright, but he secretly hoped that it was a facade, and beneath it would be something he could connect or work with. He wasn't a snob, but he had a pronounced personality; he knew that he wouldn't get along with certain types of people, and he had to make the best of things with at <em>least</em> the people he'd live with.<br><br>Vay’s memory was fuzzy, but twelve years didn’t seem to change the impression of his father in his mind. They were worlds apart—numbers, logic, Marines, and sports cars, whereas Vay hated maths, overanalysing, and the typical guy stuff; his real gift was with people and emotions; art and the flow of life. Logic was the line pointing straight—Vay was more like a sin wave, with climaxes and falling actions. He had heard many things about his father from his mother over the years, but he didn’t take them to heart anymore. People had their own ways of remembering things. Finding out his own truth and meanings had been a battle at first, but it soon became a habit. Making meanings was part of humanity, and part of survival. Judgement was action, decisions. Though for his father, he'd try to start him with a clean slate.<br><br>‘Ha, wow. Hey dad. I see you guys still prowl around naked,’ Vay remarked jokingly, both blond brows motioning in mirth. The heater must have been on full blast, because he could feel a film of sweat starting to form beneath his clothing. ‘<em>Mon Dieu,</em>’ he expatiated in French, ‘Is the heater on the last notch? I feel like <em>I</em> ought to strip down now.’ Of course he wasn’t serious, but he had to start taking off his coat before he caught a heat stroke. He had four layers of clothing on and he felt like he was spending summer in Hawaii, <em>inside</em>. Now that he had stepped through the threshold, he found that the reality of the situation was less shocking than he had imagined. At least, so far.<br><br>‘Here, wear this,’ Vay said offhandedly as he took off his coat and passed it to Belle. He talked to his father about the plane ride, his stuff being mailed over, and all the boring things about the layovers, the crying kids on the plane, and God knows what, to keep his jaw working. His comfort was interacting with people—a total talkaholic. While his mouth moved, he felt his thoughts shift to the neighbours next door. There was that brief pause when his eyes met the girl’s, as if both were thinking, ‘Is that you?’ That was a curious moment.<br><br>‘So who are the neighbours?’ Vay asked freely. It was a harmless question, but he wanted something to grip on. He’d probably come up with an excuse to break down the fourth wall and meet them—confirm that the girl was or wasn’t the one he saw in the airport, and then get the fuck out. That’s all he wanted to know, and it was starting to rack his brain as he thought about it. Part of the reason he hated overanalysing was because it caused stress, worry, and anxiety; also, the fact that he did it from time to time was irritating. Now he was starting to overanalyse over a simple accident, <em>maybe</em> a coincidence, and it was driving him nuts. If he didn't find out one way or another, it'd end up eating his brain inside out.<br><br>-Cake<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br>
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