At Home Nudism With Sisters

[Jeepman89]

This is heating up with more girls in on the action soon!

[NudeBaG]

Dathon spends the rest of his morning catering to his little sisters.
Both girls relishing the knew experience of touching Dathon’s penis.
Neither girl have forgotten Marnie and Deb’s promise to let them have their friends over, either.
While Dathon was fixing he and the girls breakfast, Millie asks him questions.
“Is it embarassing being naked?” She asks.
“Yeah, a little.” Dathon shrugs. “But it also feels good.”
“It feels good?!” She gasps.
“Yeah. Hmhm!” Dathon chuckles.
“But we can see your penis balls.” Millie says.
“Well, yeah. I’m naked. Duh.” Dathon smiles and rolls his eyes.
He gets 3 plates out as he waits on the first set of eggos to pop.
Jill is still embarassed about accidentally flashing Dathon her panties earlier.
But thinking about it now, it’s kind of making her feel tingly.
By mistake, she lets an inner thought slip out.
“What if I tried being a nudist, too?” She asks.
‘Chunk!’ The first set of eggos pop.
Dathon spins to look at Jill.
She’s still standing there in her nightshirt.
Dathon looks at her bare knees up to her mid-thigh where her shirt falls, then down her petite legs.
He then pictures her in her one-piece swimsuit from yesterday.
Even with her modest beginnings of curves, Dathon knows if any one of his sisters joined him in the nude, any hope of keeping himself flaccid would be gone.
Dathon has to look away as he feels his penis twitch.
“It’s not about ‘that’!” Dathon has to remind himself.
But the notion of seeing bare girl flesh, even Jill or Millie is tantalizing!
Dathon closes his eyes.
Jonah appears.
Dathon exhales a sigh of relief.
Erection avoided.
“Would you want to?” Dathon asks, risking prolonging the risque conversation as he pops the next set of eggos down.
“No. I don’t think so.” Jill says.
She grips the bottom of her shirt with her hands.
Dathon is equal parts relieved and disappointed.
He would love a glimpse of a naked girl!
Especially one as cute as Jill!
But again, any hope of NOT getting an erection then would be gone.
He plates the first set and turns, giving the plate to Millie.
“Hehe! Thanks!” Millie takes her eggos and heads to the table.
Dathon avoids looking at Jill as he waits for her eggos to pop.
Jill can’t wait for her friends to see Dathon!
She suspects a couple of them might have crushes on him!
She hopes Marnie and Deb have called them to invite them over.
They said they would.
“What if a girl saw you naked?” Jill asks.
Dathon again chuckles.
“Girls HAVE seen me naked.” He again rolls his eyes. “You. Mom. Millie, Marnie, Deb. You’ve all seen me naked now.”
“But what about another girl?” Jill asks.
Dathon gulps.
‘Chunk!’ The eggos pop.
He plates them and hands them to Jill.
“I, um, I don’t think I’m ready for that.” Dathon shivers.
Jill smiles.
Dathon remembers his dream:
The one where he’s naked in the bed surrounded by girls he knows.
The classmates of his he saw pointing and laughing at him.
Jonah had been there.
As well as Wendy, Henna, Megan and…Natasha.
Dathon feels his penis twitch.
No.
He definitely doesn’t want any other girls seeing him naked!
Dathon turns and pops his own set of eggos into the toaster.
He closes his eyes.
‘That’ part of the dream plays again.
When his classmates saw him.

Natasha sits with Wendy, discussing their upcoming visit with a naked Dathon,
She’d just gotten off the phone again with Marnie to confirm a visitation time with Dathon!
She… and 3 more of she and Dathon’s classmates, but still!
Dathon was always nice to her in school.
And now, she was going to see him naked!
What would he look like, ‘down there’?
Did he have hair yet?
What did his penis look like?!
Did he have big balls?!
What if he had a big penis?!
She feels her lower tummy doing flips!
She’d find out soon enough!
She just had to wait for Marnie’s call.
“Who else should we bring?! Marnie said we should invite 2 more girls.” Natasha says excitedly.
“Ooo! Definitely Henna! She was at a halloween party last year, and apparently there was a boy they tricked into being naked! We can use her to find out if Dathon has a big dick or not!” Wendy grins.
“Wendy!” Natasha gasps.
“What? Like you AREN’T excited to find out?!” Wendy smirks.
Her grin widens.
“Do you think he has hair down there yet?! His arms and legs look pretty smooth. I’ll bet he doesn’t!”
Natasha sat with Dathon in a few classes.
He was always nice, if kind of shy.
Natasha had never pictured him naked though.
He was just a cute, nice boy.
Natasha herself doubted he had a ‘big dick’.
Wait!
Why was she thinking that?!
Come to think of it, why had Dathon’s sister picked her to invite over?
Did Dathon say something?
They’d talked on the phone a few times over homework, but-
It clicks!
Did Dathon have a crush on her?!
Wait!
She just thought of Dathon as ‘cute’?!
When did that start?!
Natasha’s thought process is broken by Wendy’s voice as she talks on Natasha’s phone.
“Hey Henna! Yeah, it’s Wendy. I’m calling from Natasha’s. Listen, clear your week! You know Dathon?” Wendy carries on.
Natasha guesses Wendy is one of the other 2 girls they’re supposed to bring.
Natasha feels strange.
She needs to talk to her other best friend.
Megan will help her sort things out before Marnie calls back.

“A-choo!” Dathon sneezes.
‘Chunk’! His egos pop as his penis twitches.
He had a ‘funny’ feeling just now.
He plates his waffles and joins his little sisters at the table.
Millie sits across from an empty chair, while Jill sits next to it.
Dathon thinks nothing of it and sits next to Jill.

The 3 siblings eat their eggos as their ‘chat’ continues.
Would Dathon ever swim naked?
What about exercising?
Would he go shopping nude?
Dathon answered their questions with growing irritation.
“IF I were to be a ‘real nudist’, yes! I’d do everything naked! That’s the point!” Dathon explains. “But, I don’t think I could.” Dathon shivers, lifting his last syrup covered bite of eggo to his mouth.
Jill, sensing they might be pushing too much, remembers their mom and older sisters’ warning.
They were supposed to act ‘normal’, and be supportive.
“Why not?” Milli gets out before Jill can silence her.
Dathon pauses before putting the last bite in his mouth.
“I think I’d be too embarassed.” Dathon admits. “If other people saw me naked.”
A drip of syrup falls from the fork before Dathon can get the bite in his mouth.
It ‘drizzles’ along his lap.
He gets the bite in and immediately stands.
“Shmoot!” He yelps with his mouth full.
Both Jill and Millie clock the trickle of brown syrup draped across Dathon’s hip and penis.
“Oh no!” Jill yelps. “Here!”
She takes her paper napkin and presses it to Dathon’s crotch.
She can’t help but gently squeeze the complete package of Dathon’s penis as balls in her hand.
She rubs the paper napkin all around his crotch where the string of syrup had landed.
Dathon gulps in shock.
Fortunately, before the contact becomes too much, Jill lifts her hand and the napkin away.
There’s a strange ‘tearing’ sound as the napkin is removed.
The line the syrup drizzle had created is now acting as an adhesive on the skin, causing some of the napkin to stick where the syrup had been.
Instead of cleaning it up, it only added to the uncomfortable mess.
“Ugh! Jill!” Dathon yelps as he stands up.
Jill also stands.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She pleads.
“It’s okay.” Dathon grumbles. “Ick! It’s sticky!” He plucks a piece of torn napkin from his hip.
“Here. I’ll help!” Jill grabs Dathon’s arm and pulls him to the kitchen trash bin.
“Hey!” Dathon stumbles as he’s pulled.
Jill kneels down and begins meticulously ‘plucking and peeling’ the individual shreds from Dathon’s hips and penis.
Her delicate fingers pinching at the skin of his privates is obviously an issue.
Milli suddenly appears at her side.
“I’ll help!” She chirps.
Before Dathon can stop her, Milli’s little fingers also begin plucking at the spots where the paper towel clings.
“Hmhm!” Jill chuckles. “Good thing you don’t have hairs anymore, or this would be bad.”
Dathon clenches at the mention of his few missing pubes.
Jill peels the last bit of napkin from the base of Dathon’s penis.
“Ugh! Still sticky!” Dathon gently pats at his groin with his fingertips.
“Milli, get a wet paper towel.” Jill instructs.
Milli walks over to the sink.
Jill remains kneeling in front of Dathon.
She gently lifts his penis to check the underside.
Milli starts the water.
Dathon looks down.
As a teen boy (even just 13) having a girl kneeling in front of you has a certain connotation.
Having that girl be as cute as Jill AND touching your penis only adds to that connotation.
Jill holds his penis in the crook between her thumb and index finger, checking his balls for missed syrup or napkin.
She and Dathon both feel it twitch.
She looks up.
Their eyes lock.
Twitch.
Dathon’s penis moves.
Jill lets her palm rest against Dathon’s balls and lets his penis rest across the back of her hand.
Twitch.
Dathon’s penis begins to plump.
No!
He can’t look away from Jill!
Jill!
Don’t look at it!
He needs to close his eyes!
Picture Jonah!
Jill lets her thumb and index close around Dathon’s shaft.
Twitch.
She feels it getting firmer!
Soon, it’ll grow and stick out!
All in her hand!
Jill breaks eye contact to watch Dathon grow in her hand.
Dathon shuts his eyes, frantically trying to swap out Jill with Jonah!
This is bad!
He’s getting hard in front of Jill!
Jill is MAKING him hard!
He doesn’t hear the water shut off, or when Milli reaches their side.
“Here you go!” Milli chirps.
The next thing Dathon feels is a damp paper towel draped over Jill’s hand and his penis.
A COLD, wet paper towel!
Then, Milli’s delicate hand is on top of it, moving it all around his groin!
“Ahhaha!” Dathon gasps.
Jill moves her hand from beneath Dathon’s penis and Milli’s hand.
“Ah! Milli! That’s cold!” She chirps, shaking her hand.
Milli keeps gently rubbing Dathon’s bare genitals with the cold wet paper towel.
He finally pulls away.
All the sticky syrup residue and papertowel is gone, as well as Dathon’s erection.
Dathon rubs his damp crotch.
His penis is completely flaccid again, even a bit shrunken!
“Ugh!” Dathon looks at his limp, hairless shrunken bits.
They haven’t looked like this since he was 10!
Jill feels her lower tummy doing flips again.
Dathon’s penis had been getting stiff in her hand!
It was like a magic trick!
All she had to do was touch him, and he’d get hard?!
She couldn’t wait to share this knowledge with her friends!

Marnie and Debra now sit on her bed looking at the list of Jill and Millie’s friends.
They’d most likely have to go through the girls’ parents, which meant they couldn’t well explain the extent of their plan.
What parent of an 11 and 8 year old girl would knowingly let their daughter go over to a house where they’d be around a naked 13 year old boy?
“As much as I don’t like the idea, we might have to fib a bit.” Debra shrugs. “We just set it up like a usual play date. Don’t even mention Dathon, other than that he’ll be here.”
“But what if the girls tell their parents after?” Marnie asks.
“We can swear them to secrecy, and if they still tell, we can just say we didn’t think of it. Dathon is just a boy practicing nudism. He’s not doing anything wrong. The girls just wanted to have friends over, and they happened to see Dathon. Easy enough?” Deb asks.
“Beg for forgiveness later, then. Hmmm.” Marnie thinks.
Deb shrugs.
The girls look at the list of numbers for their little sisters’ friends.
After another 40 minutes or so of the 2 girls making ‘carefully worded’ phone calls to the parents of their little sisters’ friends, the girls had their ‘visitation’ schedule complete.
All that was left to do was call the girls back to confirm.

With breakfast concluded and any mess cleaned up, Dathon takes the opportunity to get away from his little sisters.
He’s had too many embarassing moments with them this morning.
He wonders if he should go to Marnie again, but then remembers she turned him away earlier.
If he got hard in front of Jill and Milli again, he doubts he’d be able to go soft this time.
“Why don’t you guys go ahead and get ready for the day? Clean up?” He suggests.
Surprisingy, the girls don’t argue.
They thank Dathon for breakfast, and head back upstairs.
Dathon exhales in relief as he’s finally alone again.

Debra and Marnie make their confirmation phone calls.
This time, it’s Debra who has an easy time finalizing things.
Each of her 4 friends answer immediately and have zero scheduling conflicts.
She’s done in minutes.
Marnie, however, has to make one call repeatedly.
She’s glad when her friend Sam finally picks up.
“Yo. This is Sam.” Sam answers groggily.
“Finally! I’ve been calling you all morning! Listen,” Marnie says before jumping right into the now, familiar pitch.
“Seriously?! Haha! Heck yeah I’ll come over! Dathe’s pretty cute!” Sam chuckles.
Marnie finishes filling Sam in on the last bit needed to finalize all the logistics.
“Sweet! I’ll be there! This’ll be fun!” Sam says.
“Yeah! Hmhm! It should be. Dathon wants to be a nudist this week, so, might as well enjoy it.” Marnie chuckles.
“So, what’s he packing? Any hair yet? Can he get hard?” Sam asks.
Marnie winces at her crudeness.
“Sam!”
“What? I just wanna be prepared.” Sam says.
Marnie sighs.
“He had a bit of hair, yeah, but we shaved it off.” Marnie admits.
“You shaved him?!! Holy cow!” Sam gasps.
“He didn’t have much, just a few wispy hairs at the base.” Marnie explains.
“Jeez! Poor guy. What about size? Did you guys measure him?! Is Dathe a grower or a shower?!” Sam fires more questions.
“Hmhm! He’s definitely a grower.” Marnie feels a sudden pang of guilt.
“Oh! Really? How big we talking? What’s Dathe packing?” Sam keeps asking questions.
“Um, I mean, he’s not ‘huge’ or anything, but-“ Marnie mutters. “I mean, it definitely gets ‘big- er’.”
“Bigger than what?! Gimme a number!” Sam presses.
Marnie has an idea of the rough measurement, but divulging that info feels wrong.
Especially after Dathe seems to have chosen her as a point of ‘comfort’ in his experiment.
“I don’t know!” She shakes her head.
“Hmmm.” Sam grumbles.
“Fist or fingers?” Sam asks.
“What?” Marnie asks.
“Fist? Or fingers?” Sam repeats.
“Again, ‘what’?” Marnie repeats.
“Ugh. When he gets hard, can you wrap your fist around it? Or just a few fingers?” Sam asks.
“Oh! Um,” Marnie looks at her hand.
She pictures Dathon’s erect penis.
Her fingers curl inward, reflexively.
“Fist. Definitely a fist.” Marnie lowers her hand, shaking the image from her mind.
“Mmmm. Nice!” Sam says. “Can’t wait to get my hand on your little bro.”
“Sam!” Marnie scolds.
“And can he shoot?” Sam asks.
“Yes.” Marnie rubs her temples.
“Nice!” Sam hisses. “Don’t let him until I get over there!”
“We’ll see.” Marnie says. “I need to double check Deb, but it’ll be in the next 3 days.”
“Sweet! I’ll be free!” Sam says.
“Okay. Call you soon.” Marnie says.
“Peace!” Sam hangs up.

Marnie and Deb convene and confirm who will be there and when.
Marnie briefly considers informing Dathon, but Deb points out it might complicate/derail things.
They agree it’s better to just push ahead and let things play out at this point.
Dathon is about to recieve some witnesses to his nudism over the next 3 days.

[Jeepman89]

*Dathon is about to recieve some witnesses to his nudism over the next 3 days.*

This should be good!

[NudeBaG]

Whose friends should come over first?
-Jill and Mill’s friends?
-Marnie’s friends?
-Debra’s friends?
-Dathon’s friends?

[Jeepman89]

I vote for Marnie's friends first.

[NudeBaG]

I don’t know what it is, but Marnie is one of my favorite characters I’ve ever written.

[Jeepman89]

I like Marnie a lot as well.

[NudeBaG]

I like Marnie a lot as well.

I hope you like this next chapter then.
There’s a certain ‘sweet tension’ with Marnie that is interesting to me.

[NudeBaG]

The morning rolls into afternoon with the girls leaving Dathon in relative peace.
Debra and Marnie do the girls’ laundry.
A little after 1:00, Dathon makes his way to the kitchen again.
Marnie is making herself a sandwich.
“Oh! Hey Dathe. How’s it going?” She asks as he enters.
“Just hungry.” Dathon shrugs, rubbing his flat stomach.
“Me too! Sandwich?” Marnie asks, holding up a mayo covered knife.
“Sure. Thanks!” Dathon walks up to the kitchen island, opposite Marnie.
Marnie quickly duplicates her own sandwich for Dathon.
“How was your morning?” She asks, putting chips on their plates.
“It was okay.” Dathon shrugs.
“I played some Nintendo with Jill and Mill and made us breakfast.”
“Oh? Well, then this sandwich is well earned.” Marnie smiles, handing Dathon the plate and nodding to the table.
The siblings sit and enjoy their lunch.
“How was it with Jill and Mill?” Marnie asks.
“I helped them with a level in Mario.” Dathon says.
“Oh? That was nice of you.” Marnie smiles.
“Eh. It was easy.” Dathon smiles, feeling proud.
“Did they behave?” Marnie cocks an eyebrow.
Dathon gulps, remembering the secret he and his younger siblings now share.
“Yeah. There was some staring, but…” Dathon catches himself.
“But…?” Marnie seems concerned.
“That’s it.” Dathon shrungs, clearly embarassed.
“You, um…” Dathon blushes. “What you said earlier…”
Marnie tilts her head.
“It helped.” Dathon sighs.
“Oh?” Marnie feels taken a back.
“So you…” She starts, but leaves the rest unsaid, wanting to see how Dathon reacts.
Dathon omits quite a bit, but acknowledges Marnie’s idea.
“I thought about… Jonah, and, it helped.” Dathon’s body turns pink.
Marnie smiles.
“Good! I’m glad it worked!”
She and Dathon eat their sandwiches, sitting across from one another.
Marnie catches Dathon looking at her chest a couple times.
But he also keeps scowling briefly, then shaking his head.
“So, you thought about Jonah, huh? Why?” Marnie asks.
Dathon now is the one who is surprised.
“You told me to. Thats how I stop, ‘you know’.” Dathon glances down at his lap.
Marnie chuckles and shakes her head.
“Hmhmhm! No, Dathe, I mean why did you ‘need’ to.” She clarifies.
“Oh.” Dathon blushes. “Um, while I was playing Mario with Jill and Mill, I-“ He looks down again.
“Oh. So they saw you erect again?” Marnie asks, seeming a bit upset.
“Only for a bit!” Dathon lies.
Marnie sighs.
“I made it go down, though!” Dathon begs, feeling bad for seemingly upsetting Marnie.
Marnie softens.
“It’s okay. I guess I should have ‘actually’ helped you out this morning.” She smirks.
Marnie ,herself, did regret not getting to see Dathon jerk off again.
It’s quite entertaining, and Marnie, secretly, kind of gets off on it.
“It’s okay.” Dathon says. “I know I need to control it.”
“That’s very mature of you, Dathon.” Marnie nods.

While it’s true he does need to control it around Jill and Millie, Marnie certainly hopes he’ll lose that control around his classmates and her’s when they come over.
It’s taking every bit of her own self control to not tell Dathon about what’s going to happen over the next few days, just to make him squirm.
But she doesn’t want him to ‘chicken out’ prematurely.
She also remembers some of the ‘logistics’ that still need to be worked out.
She and Deb HAD promissed Jill and Milli they could have their friends over, too.
The issue was scheduling.
Neither she nor Deb wanted to share their friends’ time with the younger girls, but they also couldn’t guarantee one or both of them would be there to watch after them.
Hearing that Dathon could control his erection gave Marnie the confidence to let the girls have their fun.
Since the plan was to have Jill and Mill split their ‘playdate’, all Marnie and Deb needed was for Dathon to agree and watch his little sisters for one afternoon.
“Dathe, Deb and I still have errands to run before school starts next week.” Marnie explains.
“Yeah?” Dathon responds, biting his sandwich.
“With mom being busy at the school, we may need you to watch Jill and Mill while Deb and I go get everyone’s school supplies.” Marnie responds.
Dathon winces.
He HATES this time of year.
He doesn’t want to go back-to-school shopping.
Marnie clocks this.
“I know you hate that stuff, so, how about this?-“ Marnie is pleased to see Dathon perk up.
“I’ll pick up everything else you need this week, IF you agree to stay here with Jill and Mill while we’re out.” Dathon swallows his bite of sandwich and nods appreciatively.
“No problem! Thanks, Marn!” Dathon grins.
Marnie smiles back.
Dathon assumes Jill and Millie will be content with what they’ve already seen.
After all, they haven’t been a problem… so far.
Dathon is actually surprised about that, but, he chalks it up to the girls just accepting his nudism.
“Of course, Dathe. I don’t want to interrupt your nudism fun! Hmhm!” Marnie grins.
Perfect!
Now that Dathe pretty much agreed to watch the girls, Marnie and Debra can finish scheduling the next 4 days!

Dathon starts to stand, having finished his sandwich and chips.
Marnie sees his hairless, limp penis come into view.
An idea hits her.
“Hang on, Dathe.” She says.
She still has some sandwich and chips left.
She places a hand in the table.
“Hang out while I eat?”
Dathon just shrugs and sits back down.
He smiles at Marnie.
She smiles back.
Dathon feels safe with Marnie.
Afterall, she gave him the ‘Marnie method’ of staying flaccid.
Marnie takes a few more bites over the next couple minutes.
All that remains is a bit of crust and some crumbs.
“I have been wondering…” Marnie plucks a crumb from her plates.
“What, um,” Marnie examines the crumb in her fingers before looking at Dathon. “What makes it stiff?” She asks, rolling the crumb along her lips.
Dathon watches Marnie trace her lips with her finger.
His penis twitches.
“Um,” Dathon gulps. “I, um, I don’t wanna say.”
Dathon looks down at his plate.
“Dathon. Come on. Tell me.” Marnie says sweetly, still tracing her lips.
“Um, well,” Dathon blushes. “Underwear?”
“Underwear?” Marnie almost chuckles.
“Well, yeah?” Dathon grins bashfully.
Marnie smirks, musing.
“Like, ‘just’ underwear? Or… a girl’s underwear?”
Dathon looks to the side, shivering.
“Dathe?” She asks, sweetly.
Dathon looks at her and nods.
“Okay. What else?” Marnie stops tracing her lips.
The crumb falls to the plate, unnoticed.
She now just pats her bottom lip with her finger.
“Um, staring?” Dathon’s blush deepens.
“Oh?” Marnie leans forward, obviously trying to look over the table into his lap.
Dathon leans forward, pressing his chest into the edge of the table.
“Hmhm!” Marnie chuckles as she rests back. “I’m just teasing, Dathe. Relax.”
Marnie runs her finger along the rim of the empty plate.
Dathon’s eyes follow the circular pattern.
“Anything else?” Marnie asks.
She feels tingly, her own juices flowing freely.
Dathon is shivering!
“Um,” He gulps again.
His eyes look at Marnie’s finger on the plate rim, then at her.
“Touching?” He asks, timidly.
“Oh?” Marnie grins, enjoying this conversation.
She’s kind of surprised at how honest Dathon is being.
“Like, with a hand?” Marnie wiggles her fingers. “Fingers?”
She grins.
Dathon nods.
He stares, wide eyed, at his empty plate.
Marnie looks at the table.
Specifically, where Dathon’s lap is BENEATH the table.
“Are you ‘stiff’ right now?” She asks, cocking an eyebrow.
Dathon shakes his head.
“Hmm.” Marnie slouches back in her chair.
She then scoots forward.
“I wanna try something.” Marnie grins.
“Huh?” Dathon looks concerned.
Marnie lifts her bare foot to touch the inside of Dathon’s calf!
She runs her barefoot up and down his calf a few times, then moves up to his knee.
She extends her leg, moving her foot forward along Dathons inner thighs.
Marnie extends her foot until her toes touch something warm, soft and squishy.
Dathon leans forward, pressing himself against the edge of the table.
Marnie’s toes are soft.
Marnie smiles at Dathon as she gently presses and wiggles her toes against his genitals.
Without being able to see, and with it being her toes, she has trouble sorting out the soft bundle of flesh.
Dathon’s eyes are wide and locked with Marnie’s, who’s are dreamy and mischievous.
While Marnie might not be able to discern the individual aspects of Dathon’s anatomy through her toes, Dathon can certainly feel everything.
Twitch.
Dathon shuts his eyes.
This is new.
Not like skinny fingers that grab or pinch or wrap around.
This is little nubs, gently lifting and pressing.
Still, the physical contact yields results.
Dathon feels his penis swelling.
Marnie finally feels a bit of resistance as Dathon’s penis stiffens.
Marnie keeps her foot angled forward as she feels the head of Dathon’s penis slide along the bottom of her foot.
“Mph!” Dathon grunts as his penis reaches max stiffness, but is still stuck beneath Marnie’s foot.
Marnie slides her foot back, curling her toes downward to ‘hook’ the head of Dathon’s penis.
She keeps moving her foot back until the head slides out from beneath her toes.
‘Thwack!’
Dathon jumps a bit as his stiff penis hits his belly.
Marnie grins.
Dathon shuts his eyes.
She slouches a bit further as her toes reach forward.
They make contact with the smooth, taut flesh of the underside of Dathon’s erect penis.
He jumps.
“Mmmmarnieeee.” Dathon softly moans.
Marnie curls her toes, slowly flicking them against the underside of Dathon’s penis.
Dathon can’t take it.
He grips the edge of the table and slides forward, slouching in his chair and increasing contact between Marnie’s foot and his penis.
Marnie is thrilled!
She just made Dathon hard with her toes!
Another new experience!
She feels Dathon’s stiff shaft part her middle and ring toe partially.
“Huh?” Marnie stops wiggling her toes.
She moves her foot up and down along Dathon’s shaft.
She feels it.
His penis is slick!
“Hah!” Marnie gasps.
She sits up and pulls her foot back.
“Dathon! Did you-?!” She scoots back lifting her foot to her lap.
“No! Marnie, No!” Dathon shakes his head, grabbing his napkin.
He wipes his stiff penis clean.
Marnie wipes her own foot with her napkin.
“Then, ew! Did you pee on me?!” Marnie stands, looking at Dathon in disgust.
“No! It just happens sometimes!” Dathon pleads.
He stands up now, too.
His penis us indeed fully erect.
“ ‘What’ ‘just happens sometimes’ ?!” Marnie scolds.
“It leaks sometimes.” Dathon explains. “If I touch it a lot before, ‘you know’.”
Dathon quickly makes the ‘jerking off’ motion.
Dathon examines his erect penis.
Marnie stares, processing this new bit of information.
“So you didn’t shoot? Just leaked?” She asks.
Dathon nods.
“You were touching it.” Dathon says, shamefully.
Marnie feels ‘tingly’ again.
She could get ‘that’ reaction?!
Without her hands?!
So far, Marnie thought all she had to do was get close to Dathon’s penis with her hand to make him squirt.
The idea of touching him with other parts if her body handn’t occurred to her.
This would require some more ‘experimenting’.
Dathon is still standing across the table from her with an erection.
“Okay, Dathe. It’s okay then. That was my fault, and I’m sorry.” She says sweetly. “But we need to get that under control before Deb, Jill or Milli see you.”
Marnie nods at Dathon’s penis.
Dathon nods.
“I know.” Dathon hangs his head.
“Well? Go ahead.” Marnie nods.
Dathon looks confused.
“Should we- go to your room, or-“ He shifts, nervously.
“Dathon. No. Prove to me that we can trust you around Jill and Mill.” Marnie instructs, crossing her arms.
“Oh! Right.” Dathon knows he can’t touch himself in front of them.
The ‘Marnie method’ it is.
Dathon closes his eyes.
“Show me how fast you can do it. The quicker, the better.” Marnie says.
Dathon clenches his fists and conjures an image.

Jonah stands before Dathon.
Dathon focusses in on his tiny hairless genitals.
He feels his penis twitch.
More.
Jonah steps up to him, gently placing his fingers on Dathon’s stiff penis.
‘Twitch’.
Dathon feels it!

Marnie watches as Dathon stands before her, gripping his stiff penis in his fingers.
She feels butterflies.
Maybe, after all her friends get a good look and a feel, she can get Dathon to jerk off for them!
Gah!
He might be too embarassed for that, though.
But maybe she can convince him.
She’s certain at least 2 of her friends will wan’t to touch it.
And what about Dathon’s friends?!
Marnie stares, rubbing the fingertips of her right hand together.
Maybe she should have used this opportunity to touch Dathon’s penis again.
Shoot!
But, no.
No.
She’s helping Dathon with his nudism, not using him as a plaything.
It would be fun though.
No!
She and Deb want Dathon to be able to get hard for their friends!
Tomorrow.
Dathon just needs to last until then.
But maybe, just a slight ‘grab’?
“Fshoooooooooo.” Dathon exhales.
“Oh?” Marnie watches as Dathon’s penis begins to angle forward.
He’s doing it!
And in record time, too!
Good!
The pride Marnie feels seeing Dathon successfully use her method overrides her momentary lust.

Dathon opens his eyes.
He lets go of his penis and together, he and Marnie watch as it droops and shrivels.
Marnie smiles.
“Good job, Dathe! That was quick.” She nods.
“Whew! Yeah. It works.” Dathon smiles.
Marnie picks up their plates and takes them to the sink.
Dathon sits back down.
Marnie notices.
First, Dathon willingly plays videogames with Jill and Milli.
Now, he simply sits with his older sister after enjoying a lunch?
AND after she made him get an erection?!
Normally, Dathon would have gone off to do his own thing.
Marnie is curious.
She walks back over and sits across from him again.
Dathon places his hands in his lap.
“So, is it still embarassing? Being naked?” She asks.
“Yeah! Ha!” Dathon exhales and chuckles.
“Awww. Come on Dathe. How come?” Marnie asks.
Dathon squirms.
“Well, I mean, you know. I’m naked.” He blushes.
“Duh, Dathe. We covered that. Hmhm!” Marnie rolls her eyes. “But no, really. What’s embarassing? We’re family.” She adds.
Dathon takes a deep breath and lets it out.
“I know. I know. But you’ve seen, well, everything, so… you know?” Dathon shrugs.
“Hehehe! Dathe come on! What are you embarassed about?” Marnie asks.
“I just didn’t think this ‘nudist’ thing through, I guess.” Dathon looks down. “I didn’t think it would be this hard.”
Marnie chuckles at the double entendre.
“Hmhm! Yeah. I certainly didn’t think I’d ever have lunch with you sitting there naked, but here we are.” Marnie chuckles.
“Heheh! Yeah!” Dathon blushes.
He leans back and looks down at his lap, moving his hands.
“Gah! I’m just glad Jonah isn’t here to see me with all my hair gone.” Dathon shivers.
“Hmhm!” Marnie chuckles at how proud Dathon seems to have been of those few, thin whisps of hair.
“Awww! Don’t worry Dathe. Without hair, you still look like a cute little boy.” Marnie smiles as she leans in to try and get a view.
Dathon’s blush deepens as he scoots in.
“I bet all the girls at school would think your bald balls are cute, too!” Marnie adds, sitting back.
The reddish blush and shy smile that had been there on Dathon’s face rapidly fades to pale white.
“Marnie! Stop! I’d DIE if any other girls saw me naked!”
Marnie clocks Dathon covering his privates below the table.
“Awwww! Come on Dathe. How come?” Marnie feels her lower tummy tingle with butterflies, knowing what the future holds.
“I mean, they’re ‘girls’!” Dathon says, almost conspiratorially.
Marnie rolls her eyes.
She leans on the table.
“Dathe. I don’t know if you noticed, but so am I.” Marnie puts on an exaggerated ‘shocked’ face.
Dathon rolls his eyes.
“No. I mean- “ Dathon squirms, furrowing his brow. “I know you’ve seen me before, like, baths and stuff when we were little, so, it’s kind of okay.”
Marnie softens, recalling those few times she bathed Dathon when they were younger.
“And Deb and Jill and Mill,” Dathon adds.
“But if ‘other’ girls saw me…” Dathon hangs his head.
“Like who?” Marnie asks.
Dathon looks up.
“I don’t know.” He shrugs, bashfully.
“Well, you said ‘other’ girls, so I thought you knew.” Marnie shrugs.
“I don’t know. Like, girls from school.” Dathon shivers.
Marnie has to pinch herself below the table to keep from smiling.
“Ooooooh!” Marnie sees Dathon turn even deeper red.
That’s enough.
“Well, good thing none of them are here, huh?” Marnie teases.
Dathon nods.
Marnie taps the table.
“Well, it was nice having lunch with you.” Marnie smiles.
“Yeah. Thanks again, Marn.” Dathon relaxes.
“I need to go talk with Deb about something, you gonna be okay to entertain yourself for a bit?” Marnie smiles.
“Oh. Um, yeah, I guess.” Dathon looks out the glass back door.
These being the last days of summer, Dathon gets an idea.
“I might go lay out on a towel in the back.” He suggests.
Marnie looks out the door.
She and Debra had done just that multiple times over the summer.
She wondered if Dathon had spied on them at all.
“You sure you want to go out there naked?” Marnie asks, genuinely intrigued at Dathon’s decision.
“Yeah.” Dathon says, confidently, sitting up straight.
It was late August, but still quite hot out, especially as it was peak afternoon.
Marnie gets up from the table and walks over to the glass door.
She examines the clean, 10x10 concrete slab just outside the door.
It’s a good 20 feet from the fence surrounding their backyard.
Dathon should be safe from prying eyes.
“Okay, Dathe.” Marnie turns back to him. “I’ll go get you a towel.”

Dathon stands and walks to the back door.
He examines the slab, lawn, distance from the fence, and the height of the fence.
He should be safe.
Dathon knows the houses on either side of them are occupied, but he isn’t worried.
No windows on the upper floors directly face the backyard.
As long as Dathon stays close to the house, he should be fine.
Jonah had been outside on a beach, with TONS of people.
This was a secluded, fenced in backyard.
Nothing to worry about.

“Okay, Dathe.” Marnie says, returning to the kitchen.
Dathon turns to see Marnie carrying a beach towel and a tube of sunscreen.
She drapes the towel over the back of a chair and pops the cap on the sunscreen.
“Really?” Dathon grumbles.
“Yes, ‘really’.” Marnie says authoritatively. “I will not have my little brother burning his bits out there.”
Dathon rolls his eyes.
“Come on. We do this at the beach every year.” Marnie says.
“Ugh.” Dathon steps forward. “Just be quick.”
Marnie quickly, teasingly spreads greasy sunscreen on his face.
“Blegh! Marn!” Dathon yelps.
“Hmhmhm! Spread that in.” Marnie instructs, squirting more lotion into her hands.
“Turn around.” She says.
Dathon does as he smears the lotion on his face.
Marnie works the lotion around on Dathon’s upper and lower back.
She admires the slight muscle that is starting to form beneath his smooth skin.
“Hmhmhm!” She chuckles as she aggressively rubs the lotion on his butt.
“Hey!” Dathon yelps.
“No burned buns at this ‘end of summer’ bbq!” Marnie teases.
She quickly spreads the lotion up and down his legs.
Marnie stands.
“Spin.”
Dathon turns to face her, still rubbing in the lotion on his face.
“Arms out.” Marnie says, squeezing more lotion into her hands.
Dathon finishes his face and extends his arms.
Marnie rubs the lotion along Dathon’s arms, shoulders and chest.
She then works down his abs.
Marnie looks at Dathon as she prepares for the parts that MOST need protection from the sun.
“Burnt buns would be bad enough. We definitely don’t want any burnt weenie’s, right?” She smirks.
Marnie’s lotioned hands slide over, under and all around Dathon’s genitals.
Marnie grins, never taking her eyes off Dathon’s.
She gently cups and coats his balls and groin thoroughly before tugging and stretching his limp penis, like an lotioning an udder.
“Mmmmmmmarniiieeeee.” Dathon moans, shivering and closing his eyes.
Marnie grins as she fists the mushroom head of Dathon’s limp penis and stretches it thin a few times.
“You know, Dathe,” Marnie releases his penis and smears the residual lotion on his tight balls. “I’m starting to think you might like me touching your penis.”
Dathon’s body turns red, despite having a white, smeary coating of lotion over it.
Dathon begins breathing heavy.
“N-No?!” Dathon gasps.
“It’s okay if you do, Dathe. I’m not mad.” Marnie smiles.
Dathon cups his hands over his crotch as Marnie stands.
Marnie turns and grabs the towel.
“Go relax.” She smiles, holding the towel out to Dathon.

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*“You know, Dathe,” Marnie releases his penis and smears the residual lotion on his tight balls. “I’m starting to think you might like me touching your penis.”
Dathon’s body turns red, despite having a white, smeary coating of lotion over it.
Dathon begins breathing heavy.
“N-No?!” Dathon gasps.
“It’s okay if you do, Dathe. I’m not mad.” Marnie smiles.
Dathon cups his hands over his crotch as Marnie stands.
Marnie turns and grabs the towel.
“Go relax.” She smiles, holding the towel out to Dathon.*


Little does he know that other girls will be seeing him bare naked soon and maybe even touching him!