Nudity in the Family

It was a midsummer week, pre-pandemic, and on that hot mid-afternoon, as usual, we began our sexual foreplay in the bathroom of the couple's suite, and Dad made me swallow his dick in succession to the point where I couldn't stand it, and his Flavio sometimes let his sadistic side flow. The kiss didn't make him laugh, since he took it before my mouth, pulled me by the hand to the toilet, sat down and induced me to sit with the kiss on his stick pulsing hard. Obviously, I obeyed. I was crazy with a hard-on and a desire to be penetrated. After a series of blows... <unk> Aren't you going to put the condom on? <unk> I spoke casually, for the reason that I was reaching climax and didn't want to stop. I'm not playing inside, angel. I reached the pinnacle of my joy, bouncing hallucinatingly over him, but the wretch pulled me off, for he was about to mock, made me kneel between his legs, and punched his mocking stick into my face and chest. The whoring continued in the bathroom, we usually went to my room, not this time, my ass got in the wheel and I was beaten until I got the rest of his semen. I went to take a shower while he went to get his towel and mine. When my dad came back, I took his, just for the hell of it, and I left my Corinthian for the man, who's a saint. I left in a hurry when your Flavio said he'd do <unk>number 2<unk> before bathing. It was still early for Mom to arrive, so I lay in the couple's bed waiting for the man to return. I must have fallen asleep and woken up in a nightmare of my mother's presence. Wake up, girl, is it time to go to bed? As soon as the chip fell, I was terrified. I looked scared for my father, he wasn't in the room. Can you explain to me what you're doing in my bed, miss? I thought quickly when I saw the towel piled at my feet. I felt uncomfortable in the bath and came to talk to my father. He told me to lie down a little that would pass soon. I think I slept. "Are you better?" asked Mother as she picked up the towel. Yes, you are. Where's your father? "I think it's out", I answered. After a row over the wet towel on the bed, the atmosphere became tense. "Are you wearing your father's towel, young lady?" she asked, pointing to her embroidered initials. Simultaneously, my father came out of the suite bathroom wrapped in my Corinthians towel and looking haunted. My mother looked at him, then at the towel I was wearing, and finally at me, and it was obvious from her inquisitive gaze that a conspiracy theory was going through her head, even though we were members of a family with liberal morals. Still, the business went punk for his Flavio and for me, it took a lot of creativity with the lies to get around and mitigate the complicated situation and I think it worked because life went on with both of them still alive. I'll tell you a little more so that you know and understand, if possible, our family habits and behaviors: Collective bathing, for example, was practiced naturally in our family. The pioneers were my maternal grandparents who are naturalists. My father was never one, but a liberal person like him, adapted to the unconventional habits that were also adopted in our house. I was already born in that liberal environment. Nudism was not considered taboo when we were in our family intimacy, it was not commonplace, because of the uncomfortable feeling of being watched by a neighbor or having to answer strangers at the door. Nudity frequently occurred during entrances, exits and, of course, during baths that were practiced alone, in twos or threes. Often in the middle of the week, my father would go into the bath while my mother was busy preparing dinner, and if I was not required to help in the kitchen or was late for my homework, I would take a bath with him. One day Dona Helena came up unexpectedly and suddenly entered the enclosure. Her Flavio was practicing with me our favorite game, wrestling with the soaped naked bodies. Obviously, having almost doubled my size, his dominance was total and the hand touches and contacts in the intimate parts were inevitable. I'd try to get away from him, but just for fun, it was our little game, and he'd keep our bodies glued together by putting pressure on me from behind. On that particular day, at Dona Helena's first reproachful look at us, her Flavius acted quickly moving under the shower in an attempt to hide his erect penis. As for me, I avoided the inconvenient embarrassment of crossing my gaze with hers, it should be stamped on my face the phrase CULPED in bold letters. Another reason for my discomfort was the evidence of semen on the floor between my feet. I believe I was fast enough stepping over and mixing with the foam. There are cases of crimes that can take a decade to solve, but I don't think that applies to this case, since on that very day, Mother decreed the end of the bathing cycle in our family, and Miss Helena's austere tone at dinner that night set the tone for what the next chapter of our family's coexistence would be: danger, surveillance, and surprise arrivals, I imagined. You've mistakenly deduced who thought it was the baths or the nudity that brought about my intimate affair with Dad, the culprit being a feeling that transcended the father-daughter relationship, add to that our perfect chemistry: Other corners of the house were also witnesses to this forbidden romance, but from that day on all places and all times became risky, due to mistrust and vigilance of Dona Helena. My dad created a code to let me know when the area was clear, and it was a WhatsApp message that just said, "We need to have an urgent conversation". I'd leave wherever I was and run home, and of course, the conversation was naked. Our romance in that house was in its final chapters, I sadly deduced. "May it be eternal while it lasts". I wished. That's it for now.