This is my favorite line from the last chapter. If this were in a book, this should be on the inside jacket ias one of the quotes
Why would we need our own bedroom?” Darcy asked, sounding genuinely confused. “It's not like we need privacy. We're girls.” She waved her hands up and down the sides of her naked body, accentuating her point
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It's definitely an interesting story. I like how the others are not depressed. Free use is just how it is there. They feel grateful for the things they do have.
Of the three denizens of the pull-out bed, Hannah was the first to wake the next morning. Blissful oblivion slowly gave way to disorientation as she found herself not only naked in a strange bed, but with one leg wrapped around Kelsey's lower body and a hand cupping Darcey's left breast.
Quickly she tried to extricate herself from the tangled mass of naked bodies without waking either of her cousins. In this she was only fifty percent successful, as she soon saw a groggy Darcey blinking her eyes as she woke. “G’morning,” the younger girl mumbled.
“Morning,” returned an amused male voice, and Hannah turned to see her brother, dressed in cotton shorts and a graphic tee, standing at the foot of the bed watching the tableau with a grin on his face that hovered on the border in between goofy and animalistic.
Darcey reached for her cell phone sitting on the end table next to the sofa-cum-bed and checked the time. “Mom should be up soon to start breakfast," she noted, then began to shake her sister awake. “Time to get up, sleepyhead.”
Realizing that she needed to empty her bladder, Hannah got up out of the bed and walked to the hall bathroom reserved for the use for the female members of the family, Joey following behind her. She couldn't imagine that her brother was really all that interested in actually watching her pee, which meant that he was standing outside the glass-pane door entirely just to be a brat. Oh well, she supposed that was his prerogative as a younger sibling.
When she returned from the bathroom, she helped Kelsey put away the bed into the sofa while Darcey went to use the toilet. The two sets of siblings then spent the next ten minutes or so in companionable silence, checking social media on their cell phones, until Aunt Irena emerged from her and Uncle John's bedroom and began making sausage and French toast.
About fifteen minutes later, perhaps summoned by the aroma of coffee or sausage or French toast or all three, Uncle John emerged in a dark terry-cloth bathrobe. Five minutes after that, the family was seated for Sunday breakfast.
Hannah was quickly coming to realize, other than the unforgettable reality of her nudity and that of her aunt and cousins, just how otherwise normal the reality of life in her uncle's household was. They were really your typical upper middle-class family, and acted as such, except that everyone lacking a Y chromosome was naked. It was like a cross between The Brady Bunch and a French art house film.
Once breakfast was done and the family had helped clear the table and wash the dishes, it was time to get ready for church. Joey and Uncle John would retreat to their respective bedrooms to shower and dress for church, while the rest of the family would head to the backyard to shower and . . . not dress.
First, however, Uncle John pulled a safety razor out of the pocket of his bathrobe and handed it to Darcey. “I expect you to take care of that forest down there,” he said, his gaze locked on Hannah's crotch the entire time.
“Yes, sir,” Darcey answered, promptly and obediently, taking the razor from her father. Hannah found herself not entirely surprised by the development. She had noticed that all the gymnogynist women and girls she had encountered at the funeral the day before–including but not limited to her aunt and cousins–had all been completely hairless below the neck. The prescription that she should be made completely bare for the benefit of the male gaze apparently applied to hair just as much as clothing.
Hannah followed her aunt and cousins into the backyard, where a chrome showerhead was suspended above a stone patio against the back of the house with a metal grill set into it for drainage.
There was a suspicious amount of activity in the neighboring backyards for so early in the morning. The people outside were mostly, although by no means exclusively, men and boys. Some were doing early morning yardwork, while others were simply taking a cup of coffee on their back porch. Others didn't even seem to bother to pretend they were present for any other reason than to watch the Sanders women bathe–or at least Hannah couldn't ascertain any other purpose for them to be there. Hannah wondered if there was always this much activity every morning, or if they had somehow gotten the memo that this morning would be special, with a new and not entirely willing participant upon which to perv.
Aunt Irena and the twins greeted each of their gawking neighbors by name with an amicable sociability as they began their morning routine of outdoor ablutions, clearly used to, and unbothered by, having an audience for them. In addition to the small crowd gathered outside, Hannah could also make out a number of less brazen voyeurs staring down at them and her out of various second-story windows in the neighboring houses.
Still, audience or not, there wasn't anything to do but those things that she and they had come out to do. Once the water streaming from the chrome showerhead attached to the exterior back wall of the house was sufficiently hot, Aunt Irena stepped under it. Unperturbed by the onlookers, she spent a minute clearly enjoying the hot water falling onto her head and shoulders, a serene expression on her face, before stepping out from under it and letting Darcey take a turn under it.
Kelsey had squeezed a large dollop of body wash into her palm and began soaping her mother up, rubbing her hands over Aunt Irena’s wet body to cover her skin in lather. It reminded Hannah more than anything of the beginning of a bad lesbian porno; no wonder they had built such a dedicated audience if this was the show they put on.
And it was a show, Hannah realized. Rather than just doing their best to ignore the voyeurs as they bathed, as Hannah was planning on doing, Irena and Kelsey were deliberately performing for them. Kelsey’s soapy hands lingered over her mother's breasts, buttocks, thighs, and crotch, lightly caressing them as she took much more care and time than was really required lathering her up. Meanwhile, Darcey unnecessarily seductively gyrated her body underneath the shower spray, the rivulets of water streaming across her skin and down her pre-teen body before finally falling onto the patio stones at her feet and draining into the metal grate.
When Kelsey finished soaping her mother, Darcey stepped out from the shower and they began doing the same to her. Hannah stepped under the stream of hot water, closing her eyes and trying not to think of all the eyes that were currently fixed on her. Instead she did her best to focus on the feel of the water as it fell on her, gently massaging her head and shoulders and then moving across her skin like a warm caress. As it did so, she could feel her physical tension–her body’s natural physiological response to being put on display as she was–begin to melt away.
Unlike in a shower stall or a bathtub with a shower curtain, which would quickly fill with steam, Hannah could still feel the cool morning air against her skin the water was not touching, and the contrasting interplay between hot and cold only served to heighten both sets of sensations. Between the steady roar of white noise from the falling water and her focus on the sensation of it against her body, she was able to become so immersed in the experience that she almost forgot where she was and what she was doing, until she felt a hand on her arm and opened her eyes to see Kelsey staring at her impatiently.
“Oh, sorry,” Hannah said, and stepped out from underneath the showerhead to let her cousin take her turn. Darcey immediately began running her soapy hands all over Hannah's body. No one, not even Hannah's past boyfriends, had ever touched her as intimately as Darcey did now. Their fumbling gropes hardly even compared to Darcey's slippery palm and fingers as they caressed each of her body parts in turn. No anatomical feature, no matter how erstwhile private, escaped her cousin's administrations. Indeed, in addition to her legs, arms, back, and stomach, Darcey seemed to pay special attention to her breasts, buttocks, inner thighs, and vulva.
Hannah found herself involuntarily responding to these intimate touches. She could feel her muscles tensing and her heart rate increasing. Her nipples contracted and became erect as Darcey's slick fingers traced the curves of her breasts. Her clitoris and labia suddenly felt unusually sensitive as Darcey rubbed her soapy palm against Hannah's groin with deliberate pressure.
These were perfectly natural responses to being touched like this, Hannah tried to reassure herself. It was completely normal and nothing to be ashamed of. Perhaps if she mentally spoke the thought to herself enough times she might actually even come to believe it.
And then Kelsey stepped out from under the shower and Irena stepped back under it, to rinse off. Trying not to think too deeply about how much she missed the sensation of a small hand against her groin, she began to wash Kelsey in as efficient and utilitarian a manner as she could, as non-sexily as possible. The many male voyeurs would probably resent being denied the show they had come to expect, but screw them.
When Aunt Irena stepped out from under the shower, the soap rinsed off her body, Kelsey opened a bottle of conditioner and began working it into her hair. The circuit continued. Darcey rinsed off in the shower and then Aunt Irena applied the conditioner. Then Hannah rinsed off. Darcey applied the conditioner to Hannah's hair while Kelsey was rinsing herself, and then Hannah did Kelsey, Kelsey having turned off the shower.
While Hannah was working the conditioner into Kelsey’s hair, Aunt Irena and Darcey began rubbing some baby oil into each other's wet skin, so once she was finished with the conditioner, she began doing so with Kelsey. It really was getting more and more like a softcore porno every minute.
Darcey picked up the safety razor her father had given her and a tube of shaving gel. “You ready?” the younger girl asked.
“Do I have a choice?” Hannah asked.
Darcey didn't answer, apparently recognizing the question as rhetorical. Instead, she kneeled down in front of Hannah so that she was eye-level with her genitals.
Hannah noticed one of the men watching her from the neighboring yards. This man–she didn't remember his name, although she knew her cousins had greeted him enthusiastically–was middle-aged and wearing a bathrobe. His left elbow was propped on the wooden fence which came up to his chest, and he was holding a coffee mug in his left hand. His right arm was ostensibly at his side–but, obscured as it was by the wood fence, from his expression and somewhat labored breathing she had the distinct impression that he had slipped his hand into his bathrobe and was pleasuring himself as he watched her.
This is what she had been reduced to. Dirty old men jerking off to her naked body on display.
“Spread your legs further apart,” Darcey instructed her, and Hannah wasn't sure whether this was so that she could get a better angle with the razor or so that the audience would have a better view. She complied anyway.
“Put your hands behind your head and arch your back a little,” Aunt Irena added, and there was no doubt for whose benefit those instructions were. While Hannah did so, obediently if not enthusiastically, Darcey began vigorously rubbing the shaving gel into her pubic hair, further stimulating her still sensitive labia as she did so. Hannah did her best to stand still and control her breathing, especially as she knew at this point everyone’s eyes were on her and Darcey. Even Aunt Irena and Kelsey were just standing and watching them at this point.
Darcey picked up the razor in her right hand and, using her left hand to gently pull Hannah's skin flat and taut, made her first downward pass with it, then her second. She washed off the razor and made the third, moving from the edges of Hannah's bush towards the center. Once Darcey reached Hannah's labia, she switched to the other side and began working her way in again.
About five minutes into the process, Aunt Irena walked over to the stone patio under the shower and bent over at the waist so her hair hung over the drain. This of course gave all the voyeurs a prime view, and Hannah was grateful to have their attention diverted away from her at least a little bit.
Kelsey turned on the garden hose and used it to wash the conditioner out of her mother's hair.
When Darcey finished working her way to the center from both sides with downward strokes, she switched to a gentle side-to-side motion as she used the razor to remove the hairs from the inner labia.
Once she was done with Hannah's pubic hair, Darcey quickly inspected the rest of her body for any other hair below the neck. She didn't find any, as Hannah had shaved her armpits and legs during her shower before the funeral the day before, and Darcey finally gave an approving nod.
The other Sanders women deftly handled Hannah so that her back was to the majority of her audience and her legs were spread before having her bend over the drain so they could wash the conditioner out of her hair while the neighbors admired her buttocks and vulva, not to mention her breasts hanging down.
It was at exactly this moment that Uncle John and Joey exited the house into the backyard dressed in their literal Sunday best. Uncle John made a lap of the perimeter of the yard as he jovially greeted his neighbors while Joey took up a position to get a close-up view of the action.
Once all of the conditioner was washed out of Hannah's hair, Aunt Irena patted it dry with a hand towel, and then Darcey, clearly angling herself so that Joey would have the best view, bent over so the process could be repeated with her. Finally allowed to stand straight again, Hannah waited, unsure what came next. Even after Darcey was done, however, the entire family spent another fifteen minutes in the backyard, air drying and chatting with the neighbors, until Uncle John announced it was time to leave for church.
Gymnogynist wrote: Sat May 09, 2026 12:17 pm
Mr. Henderson laughed, seemingly delighted by this answer, while the pre-teens just stared dumbfounded at the girls. "So you just surround yourself with naked women?"
"That's the idea," I agreed.
"What do you think of that, Izzy?” he asked, turning to his granddaughter. "How would you like to be naked all the time?" Not even waiting for the girl's answer, he then turned to his grandson. "What about you, Phil? Do you think your sister should have to be naked?"
YES!
And of course, he is named Henderson.
Every story needs a Mr. Henderson.
Freshly showered, shaved, and with her hair brushed and her skin air-dried, Hannah had assumed that she was ready for church. After all, not being allowed to actually dress for church, what else was there to do to prepare?
Makeup, apparently.
Hannah didn't generally wear makeup and didn't feel like she knew very much about it, but the twins magnanimously volunteered to share both their supplies and their expertise.
The idea of twelve-year-olds needing to wear makeup–especially when that would be basically the only thing they would be wearing–struck Hannah as slightly ridiculous, but given that they had been brought up in an ideology that told them their entire purpose in the world (or at least their primary purpose) was to serve as eye candy for men, she supposed she shouldn't be surprised.
Still, at least they seemed to recognize they didn't need to wear very much makeup, adding just a few light touches to enhance their natural features. Huddled around the large mirror in the living room, they added a little concealer under their eyes and blended it gently, then helped Hannah do the same. Next liquid blush was added to their cheeks and blended upward.
An eyelash curler was produced and used to curl their eyelashes, and then a coat of clear mascara was applied. Some lip gloss completed the routine, which altogether took less than ten minutes. The end result was appropriately subtle, but Hannah had to admit she did like how she looked as a result of her cousins’ administrations–from the neck up, at least.
While the three girls applied their makeup, Aunt Irena was going through her own slightly more involved makeup routine, which she managed to complete in the same amount of time.
Their faces made up for church, the family now made their way to the garage, where it finally occurred to them that they were now a family of six and none of their vehicles held more than five.
“We could take two cars," Aunt Irena suggested with a frown.
Uncle John shook his head. “The kids will just have to squeeze into the backseat until we can trade this car in for something larger," he said. “One of the girls can sit on Joey's lap."
Since Darcey was slightly smaller than her twin–4’9½" and 75 pounds compared to Kelsey’s 4’10” and 80 pounds–she was awarded the dubious honor of getting to sit on Joey's lap, while Kelsey was squeezed in between Joey and Hannah. If Joey minded having his naked cousin sitting on his lap for the forty-five minute drive to the church, he didn't complain.
Hannah spent most of the drive alternating between texting Bethany and playing TileTwist on her phone.
Eventually, Uncle John pulled into a massive parking lot next to a large sign reading:
FIRST CHURCH OF CHRIST, GYMNOGYNIST
Est. 1992
The Rev. James R. Blackwell, D.Min, Chief Pastor
The parking lot was less than a third full with about fifty cars, and Hannah could see a couple other families getting out of their cars and going into one of the many church buildings. The women and girls were of course all naked.
Unlike the traditional dark blacktop with white or yellow lines, the asphalt of the parking lot had been painted with a white coating, presumably to prevent the naked females from burning their bare feet on the surface of the ground in the heat of summer, and black lines indicated the placement of the parking spaces.
Hannah got out of her uncle's car and waited for the rest of the family to do the same. At least here one more naked girl shouldn't stand out all that much.
It was a large sprawling campus, about twenty acres, smaller than a megachurch but definitely larger than the tiny traditional Episcopal and Methodist and Roman Catholic churches she was used to seeing in her hometown.
Hannah and Joey followed the others towards a building that looked more like an office building than a church building: the Children's Ministry Center, according to the large sign next to the front doors.
“This is where the Sunday school classes are held,” Kelsey explained, and Hannah and Joey followed the twins inside while Uncle John and Aunt Irena broke off to continue elsewhere. They followed the girls further into the bowels of the building, until they came to a stop.
“High schoolers are in Classroom E,” Darcey said, pointing at a blue door another fifteen feet or so down the hall. “We're in Classroom D.”
Hannah watched Darcey and Kelsey enter a large room containing about fifteen naked middle-school girls and a roughly equal number of fully clothed middle-school boys, then turned and made her way to Classroom E with Joey.
Classroom E was a square room slightly smaller than Classroom D, about 14 feet on each side, with couches and beanbag chairs lining the walls.
A pair of teenaged boys in khakis and polo shirts and a trio of naked teen girls stood in the center of the room talking to a man in a suit who looked to be in his early thirties. The oldest of the girls, a tall blonde who looked to be about Hannah's age, was the first to notice them enter. “Welcome!” she greeted them animatedly. “I'm Viola. This is Graham. He's the Youth Ministry director here.”
“Nice to meet you,” Hannah said, doing her best to focus on the social ritual of shaking Viola’s hand and then Graham's and not on the way that Graham and the two boys were all openly eyeing her naked body. “I'm Hannah, this is my brother Joey.”
The other teens all introduced themselves and then the attention of the group shifted back from Hannah and Joey to the conversation that had been going on before they entered. In the next few minutes a half-dozen more teens slowly drifted in, three more boys and three more girls.
“Let's get started,” Graham said at two minutes after the hour. Some of the teens sat on one of the couches while most of the rest dragged bean bag chairs into a semicircle in front of it. “You can share this one with me,” Viola offered.
Unsure how to refuse, Hannah sat down next to the other girl. After their night in bed together followed by the packed car ride, she had begun to get used to being in close proximity to her cousins when naked, but being this close to a naked stranger was a new and disconcerting experience. She caught herself staring at Viola’s chest and forced her attention back to Graham just as he began to ask for volunteers to lead an opening prayer. “Maybe one of our newcomers?” he suggested hopefully. “Hannah? Joey?”
“We're a little new to this religion thing,” Hannah answered truthfully. “Maybe let someone else go this time?”
“I'll do it,” Viola volunteered next to her. “Let us pray.”
Everybody else bowed their head, so Hannah did that too.
“Almighty Father,” Viola said, her head still bowed, “we thank You for this time to be together and to help each other know You better. We thank You especially for bringing Hannah and Joey to be with us today. We ask You to be with us and guide us as we study Your Word and to kindle greater love for You in our hearts so that we may better serve You. In Jesus’ name. Amen.”
“Amen,” the rest of the group echoed.
They passed around handouts, then read a short passage from the Bible (at least she was pretty sure it was from the Bible?) and another passage detailing a contemporary scenario that could happen to a teenager in high school, and discussed how the lessons from the former could be applied to the latter. Graham didn't lecture, merely facilitated the discussion, although once or twice he did direct them to look up an additional passage in their Bibles. Hannah herself largely kept silent, but the other naked girls didn't seem to be holding back and were, so far as she could tell, respected as equal participants in the conversation. If you could ignore the female nudity, the Sunday school class didn't exactly make the church feel all that much like a patriarchal sex cult.
