My Discovery
Posted: Tue May 26, 2026 12:20 am
This story was inspired by a user in the discord, Kazoo. This story is based on true events. I took the event and added quite a bit to it so it belongs here more than in the true section. I want to thank Kazoo for allowing me to write this story.
This is intended to be a one and done story. But there’s always a chance I’ll go back to it one day.
My Discovery
I want to tell you about a night in my life, the night that changed my life. I think for the better. It should have been the most embarrassing night of my life. And it sort of was until I discovered something about myself. I liked being naked. But not just naked. Naked while everyone else is wearing clothes. To feel vulnerable and the center of attention, it's something I live for now. And it all started with a suggestion, a joke that I took seriously.
My name is Kaylee, and I was 14 years old when I realized who I was.
“But Mom, I have to shower now! I’m all sweaty from gymnastics!”
“I’m sorry, honey. I have to go into the office. The situation is a mess, and they need me on camera for the conference call. Can’t you just wait till I get back?”
Mom worked at a marketing firm; sometimes she would have to go back into work on evenings when something went wrong. But I never asked; I just knew she would be gone for hours.
“I can’t wait! I feel gross and need you to wash my hair!” So when I was little, my parents gave me baths. As I got older, they stopped, but my mom would always come in at the end of my baths and eventually my showers and wash my hair. It was normal, so I was never embarrassed about it. Even when I switched to showers and she could clearly see my naked body. It was just a normal part of my evenings. I would just angle the showerhead towards the wall so water wouldn’t get everywhere. I somehow felt too old for my bath but not too old to have my mom wash my hair. Even after my barely B-cup breasts came in and light brown pubic hair. It never grew thick, just a light tuft above my lips, leaving them visible. Almost in a diamond shape.
I had gotten used to my mom seeing me naked, but other than that, my modesty was at a normal level. My mom always left the door to the bathroom cracked open, and my stomach would knot whenever I heard my dad or older brother walking down the hall. They never looked in, but it always made me nervous. My brother, Kyle, was 4 years older than me, and outside of some teasing, we always got along. He was the tall one at almost 6 ft, and I was the short one, 5 ft 4 in.
“When will you be back?” I whined.
“I have no idea, Kaylee. You can either wait till I get back. Or ask your father and brother to help you tonight.”
I didn’t realize it then, but my mom was joking. She figured that I would finally wash my own hair. But that thought never crossed my mind; my hair was always washed for me, so I needed to find someone to help me. And my dad and brother were the only people available. After my mom left, I sat in my room for several minutes working up the courage. We had worked really hard in gymnastics that day, so I really wanted a shower. I hated feeling dirty. So still in my leotard, I went to the living room where my dad and brother were watching a basketball game.
“You want help with what!?” My dad asked, surprised.
“Can you two help wash my hair? Like mom does?” I asked again.
“Both of us? Are you sure you can’t wait till your mom comes back?”
“She said I should ask you guys. Please, Dad? I need a shower.”
"Alright, I guess.”
Dad was always a go-with-the-flow kind of person. Even if it was something he didn’t want to do, he would do it with a smile on his face. One Halloween, several years ago, I was dressed as a princess, and I really wanted him to be one with me. I’m sure he was happy to make me happy. But he was probably embarrassed to be a grown man in a princess dress. But that was Dad. If I asked him to help me with something, he would always be there for me. This was a first.
I told them to give me 15 minutes to wash my body before they came to help me. I went into the bathroom and turned on the water. I peeled off my leotard and stepped in. I did my best to focus on the shower, but I kept looking at the shampoo bottle, thinking about what was coming. I finished watching myself early and just stood under the hot water, waiting. Finally, there was a knock at the door.
“Honey, are you ready?” It was the voice of my dad through the door.
“Yes!” I called back.
The door opened and both my dad and brother walked in. The shower curtain was still between me and them, but I could see their figures through it. I was a bundle of nerves, but I angled the showerhead towards the wall and took a deep breath and pulled the curtain open. I stopped breathing for a few seconds as I stood naked in front of my dad and brother. I didn’t even think to cover; my arms dropped to my sides. Giving them a full frontal view of my naked body. My dad looked a little awkward, but my brother was openly staring. He was 18, four years older than me. He hasn’t seen me naked since well before my body started changing. But now he was catching up on all my body’s changes. I blushed deeply.
After a few more moments of awkwardness, my dad grabbed the shampoo bottle and put some in his hand. I turned around and tilted my head back. I could feel their eyes on my bare butt. My dad started massaging the shampoo on my scalp. My brother got a little and was rubbing it on the ends of my hair. My dad massaging my scalp felt really nice. It reminded me of when I was little. I was starting to feel pampered, almost forgetting I was naked. Almost. My heart was beating a little faster any time I glanced back and saw my brother looking at my butt.
“Turn back around and I’ll rinse it for you.” My dad said.
I did and was once again facing them, nipple pointing out at each of them. My dad angled the shower head back to me a little and started running his hands through my hair. My brother, without a job to do, just watched the scene unfold. The realization of my standing there naked in front of them while they were fully clothed had me feeling really vulnerable. But I also felt safe at the same time. It was a confusing feeling. With my hair finally rinsed, I turned off the shower and faced them with my arms at my sides. Not bothering to cover at all.
“Is there anything else your mom helps you with, or are you good?” My dad asked.
“Um…she usually helps me dry off. Do you mind?” I asked both of them.
“Sure! Whatever you need!” My brother was quick to answer. He seemed really eager to help, but not in a creepy way. Even though he was my brother, I was still a naked girl. I couldn’t blame him for being curious. I don’t want to sound conceited either, but I knew I wasn’t ugly.
They each grabbed a towel. My dad started on my hair, and Kyle started with my feet. I was starting to feel like a princess, a naked one. Something I thought was interesting was my dad was much more gentle than my mom was. Maybe it was because it was routine for her, or maybe my dad was afraid to hurt me. But it was much nicer to have him do this than my mom. Then my dad started to move down, and my brother moved up. Soon my dad was drying just above my breasts and my brother on my thighs. They each hesitated a moment, waiting to see if I was going to say anything or try to take over. I was embarrassed and blushing, but also having fun. I didn’t say a word. I widened my stance a little so my brother could get inside my thighs and other areas. He did, working up until he was fully drying my pussy. It was through the towel, but I could feel his hand through it. My dad also took the same hint and was drying my breasts. I could also feel his hands through the towel. The whole situation was really exciting! Even though they were my family, it was still a little exciting to have two men’s attention like this.
They seemed to take just a little longer than normal to dry my intimate areas, but they were finally finished. “Can you brush my hair? Mom usually does, and I don’t want to get tangles.” This was actually true.
"Sure, honey, we wouldn’t want your beautiful hair to fall out," my dad said.
My brother dropped his towel on the floor. My dad held his spread out, looking at me expectantly. He meant to wrap it around me. I was actually disappointed. I wanted to tell him no but couldn’t find the words. I was afraid of what he might think of me. But he was just a caring father that wanted to make sure his daughter wasn’t embarrassed. He probably thought I was mortified to be naked in front of them. I was embarrassed, but I was also having fun. But I reluctantly lifted my arms, facing him, so he could wrap the towel around my body. My girl's charms were once again hidden from them. He knotted the towel in a bit of a hurry; it hung a bit loosely on me. My instinct was to tighten it so it wouldn’t fall, but I managed to stop my hands half way up. I decided that if it fell, it fell.
My dad was quite a bit taller than I was, so I got up on a small step stool so he wouldn’t have to bend down. I even stomped a little harder than normal when stepping up on it, trying to jostle the towel looser than it was. As he started to brush my hair, I could see my brother was about to leave, not having a job to do now. I didn’t want him to go, so I forced small talk with him. Asking him about school and how his hobbies were going. I wasn’t ready for either of them to leave. I even laughed harder than normal at his jokes to try to loosen the towel around my chest more. And it worked; I could feel it starting to slip. Again, my hands unconsciously moved to fix it. But this time I caught them even quicker. It was working too. I could feel it slipping and a sudden weight on my nipples. They were poking out due to me being a bit cold or me being pretty excited. I did one more shift, and that was it; gravity took over, and the towel fell to the floor. I was once again naked in front of my dad and brother. Because I was standing on the stool, my pussy just cleared the counter by an inch, giving them an unobstructed view of girl chams again.
“Oh! Let me get that for you!” My brother said, going for the towel.
“I’m not wrapping that around me after it’s been on the floor.” I made a disgusted face. I normally would mind, but I didn’t want cover at that moment.
“I’ll get a fresh one then.” He said as he went for the linen closet.
“It’s fine; don’t waste another one. You guys have already seen me naked.” I said, stopping him.
"Well, as long as you’re okay with it.” My dad said, resuming brushing my hair again.
And for several more minutes I stood there naked. My dad was brushing my hair, getting the full view in the mirror, and talking with my brother while he looked at my body. I would catch him looking at my breasts and pussy. He would blush and look embarrassed, but I would start talking again to get his attention. I couldn’t believe that I was making my older brother blush when I was the naked one! Again I noticed that my dad was more gentle than my mom was when brushing my hair. I found myself preferring him helping me over my mom. But it was finally over; my hair was freshly brushed and straight.
"Alright, honey, I think we’re all done here. Get dressed; I ordered pizza for us. Should be here any minute," my dad said. But I didn’t want the attention I was getting to end. And I was having fun. I was trying to think of anything I could say that would excuse me being naked a little longer in front of them.
“Wait! Um…we aren’t done yet… Uh.” I was racking my brain; I blurted out the first thing I could think of. “Mom always helps me with body lotion too.”
“She does? Are you sure?” Daddy asked, showing the first sign of incredulity.
I was in too deep; I had to commit. “Yeah, she does. She says I use too much and don’t do it right.”
“Where does she put it on you?” Kyle asked, seeming a little eager.
“Uh…well, it's body lotion, so my body. All of it.” I motioned over my naked body.
“I don’t think so, honey. That doesn’t seem like a good idea. Can’t you just skip it tonight?” Dad said.
“Please, Daddy! Skin care is important to a girl! I don’t want wrinkles in ten years. Please?” I batted my eyes at him like I did when I wanted something. It almost always worked. He was a big softie.
"Alright, I guess. But we need to be quick; the pizzas will be here soon.”
“If Kyle helps, it will be done in no time.”
“Of course! Whatever you need!” My brother walked up and took the lotion bottle off the counter. I couldn't help but smile at his eagerness. Even with him being four years older than me, it was kinda cute. I don’t know if my brother has seen many naked girls or not outside of a computer screen. He had plenty of female friends, but he never confided in me about what he knew of naked girls. But he was paying attention to me.
They started the same way they dried me, brother at my feet and Dad on my face. My dad was behind me using the mirror to be able to see where his hands were going. And my brother was kneeling down in front of me, my pussy being at eye level with his face. He was taking advantage of the situation, but I felt no need to call him on it. My dad was the first to make it to one of my intimate areas. Probably because he wasn’t distracted by my vagina like my brother was. But he hesitated to put lotion on my breasts. I was nervous too. Not because he might do it, but because I was going to let him and I didn’t know how to let him know it was okay without sounding weird. He looked at me through the mirror, with lotion in his hand, not sure what to do. I smiled back at him and put my arms out, like I was about to give someone a big hug. That was his invitation to continue, and he did. He grabbed more lotion, went under my arms, and started to massage body lotion on my breasts. It was hard to describe my feelings at that moment. I would be lying if I said it didn’t feel good. Not only because my breasts would sometimes get sore. But there was also a tingling in my nipples that was electric. I managed to keep my breathing under control, but my nipples were drilling holes in his palms.
He didn’t spend what I would consider an inappropriate amount of time on my breasts. He moved on to my belly and then my back. My brother was then faced with the same dilemma; he finally reached my pussy and didn’t know what he should do. It was playing out the same way with my dad; I wasn’t even considering not letting him. So I did the same thing. I smiled and widened my stance to give him better access between my legs. He took the hint, got more lotion on his hands, and started massaging my inner thighs and pussy. His bare hand was making contact with my most intimate area. I blushed a deep red as one hand was rubbing the top of my mound and the other was over my lips. I even felt a finger split my lips a few times. But another thing happened that I didn’t expect. At the same time that I widened my stance for my brother, my dad had just gotten to putting lotion on my bare butt. He took that as a hint that I wanted lotion EVERYWHERE! So he started rubbing between my cheeks! His fingers glided and rubbed lotion everywhere in between, even on my butthole! But again, I didn’t think to ask him to stop. I was enjoying the attention too much. I had never been touched so intimately before, and it was my dad and brother who were doing it. I couldn’t control my breathing very well; it was getting heavy and labored. My knees were weak. It was the most exciting time of my life. Again, neither one spent an inappropriate amount of time in my areas, but they made sure my skin was well taken care of.
Finally, they were finished. I stood there a very naked and flustered girl. I’m not sure if it was obvious to them or not, but I was really excited. It didn’t matter that they were my family; I realized I really enjoyed being naked around men. Being the only one naked, I felt both vulnerable and safe at the same time. Like how you might do whatever you could to protect a helpless kitten, I felt that from both of them.
“Anything else?” My dad asked.
There was nothing else I could come up with, and I already asked a lot from them. “No, that's everything.” Just then the door bell rang.
“That’s the pizza. Hurry and get dressed and come get some food.” My dad said. As he and my brother left the bathroom.
I was naked and alone now. I figured there was no point in wrapping a towel around myself at this point. I stepped out into the hallway. Being completely naked out there was a surreal feeling. It was the first time I’d been naked anywhere outside of my room or the bathroom. I took a few steps towards my room but stopped. I didn’t want to get dressed. “Why not just stay naked?” I thought to myself. “They’ve already seen you; it's no big deal now.” So I turned around and walked as confidently as I could towards the main part of the house.
My dad saw me first and looked surprised but then went on as if it were normal. "Here, sweetie.” He handed me a plate. I got my slices and sat at the table with them. Completely naked and then fully clothed.
And that's how the rest of the night went. We played board games, watched TV, and talked about our days. All while I was naked. It just felt so natural for me to be naked. I felt like I never wanted to get dressed again. I would sit with a knee up or cross-legged. I wasn't concerned at all with what I was showing them. I even bent over a few times without bending my knees. I caught them looking several times, but I never adjusted my position to sit more "ladylike. "I didn’t want to embarrass them by changing how I was sitting; it was no big deal for them to see my pussy. But the fun had to end, or at least I thought it would, when my mom came home.
“What in the world is going on here!?” She asked, standing in the open doorway. We were all sitting around playing Monopoly on the floor. My knees were up, feet flat on the floor, and probably about two feet apart. There was absolutely nothing left to the imagination, and I didn’t realize how exposed I was until she came home. My dad and brother were acting as though it was the most normal thing in the world until my mom came home. We all froze; I wasn’t sure how to explain why I was naked, and I’m sure my dad and brother couldn't either.
“I uh…. Well…I just did what you said.” I tried to answer.
“What I said?” she asked. “I don’t remember saying anything like this.”
“You said to get Dad and Kyle to help me with my hair.”
“Oh honey, I was joking. I thought you would just do it yourself.” She turned to my father. “You didn’t actually help her, did you?”
“Well…yeah. She said she needed help. So Kyle and I did.”
“You’re 14, Kaylee! Why didn’t you just wash your hair yourself?”
“I don’t know. I guess I didn’t think of it.”
“And you stayed naked?”
“Um…well. I didn’t think it was a big deal.” I was starting to get really nervous. I thought for sure I was about to be grounded, and my dad and brother might get in trouble too. But then she just burst out laughing.
“HAHAHA!! Kaylee! You are a silly girl! And you!” She pointed to my dad. “You can never say no to your little princess, can you?” She burst out laughing again. "Well, go ahead and stay naked then. You look comfortable enough.
I looked down at myself, still sitting in my open position. I blushed but stated, like I was, it was comfortable. I spent the rest of the night naked. We started the game over, and my mom joined us. It was really nice, and I had a lot of fun. I slept naked that night and even ate breakfast the next morning naked before I finally got dressed.
After that night everything changed at home. I no longer asked my mom to help wash my hair; my dad and brother took over. Sometimes it was both of them, like the first night, and other times it was one of them. They would help with body lotion too. Putting it everywhere on me. Mom knew. She would stand at the door and watch. But she never tried to stop it. Then I would spend the rest of the night naked with my family.
After a few weeks of this I decided it was finally time for a change. But not me finally washing my own hair. No, I asked for them to bathe me completely. And they agreed. After that it wasn’t just my hair; they gave me my full shower. It was great not having to do it myself anymore. Sometimes it was a bath, and other times a shower. Eventually my brother went off to college, so my dad mostly did it as I got older. But anytime my brother was home, he would always be available.
This went on for years, all the way through high school. I became a fully developed 18-year-old whose dad, and sometimes brother, still bathed her. I spent much more time at home naked, sometimes going days before getting dressed.
That night I discovered more or less who I was. And I made many more discoveries in my teen years. But that's a story for another time….
THE END
This is intended to be a one and done story. But there’s always a chance I’ll go back to it one day.
My Discovery
I want to tell you about a night in my life, the night that changed my life. I think for the better. It should have been the most embarrassing night of my life. And it sort of was until I discovered something about myself. I liked being naked. But not just naked. Naked while everyone else is wearing clothes. To feel vulnerable and the center of attention, it's something I live for now. And it all started with a suggestion, a joke that I took seriously.
My name is Kaylee, and I was 14 years old when I realized who I was.
“But Mom, I have to shower now! I’m all sweaty from gymnastics!”
“I’m sorry, honey. I have to go into the office. The situation is a mess, and they need me on camera for the conference call. Can’t you just wait till I get back?”
Mom worked at a marketing firm; sometimes she would have to go back into work on evenings when something went wrong. But I never asked; I just knew she would be gone for hours.
“I can’t wait! I feel gross and need you to wash my hair!” So when I was little, my parents gave me baths. As I got older, they stopped, but my mom would always come in at the end of my baths and eventually my showers and wash my hair. It was normal, so I was never embarrassed about it. Even when I switched to showers and she could clearly see my naked body. It was just a normal part of my evenings. I would just angle the showerhead towards the wall so water wouldn’t get everywhere. I somehow felt too old for my bath but not too old to have my mom wash my hair. Even after my barely B-cup breasts came in and light brown pubic hair. It never grew thick, just a light tuft above my lips, leaving them visible. Almost in a diamond shape.
I had gotten used to my mom seeing me naked, but other than that, my modesty was at a normal level. My mom always left the door to the bathroom cracked open, and my stomach would knot whenever I heard my dad or older brother walking down the hall. They never looked in, but it always made me nervous. My brother, Kyle, was 4 years older than me, and outside of some teasing, we always got along. He was the tall one at almost 6 ft, and I was the short one, 5 ft 4 in.
“When will you be back?” I whined.
“I have no idea, Kaylee. You can either wait till I get back. Or ask your father and brother to help you tonight.”
I didn’t realize it then, but my mom was joking. She figured that I would finally wash my own hair. But that thought never crossed my mind; my hair was always washed for me, so I needed to find someone to help me. And my dad and brother were the only people available. After my mom left, I sat in my room for several minutes working up the courage. We had worked really hard in gymnastics that day, so I really wanted a shower. I hated feeling dirty. So still in my leotard, I went to the living room where my dad and brother were watching a basketball game.
“You want help with what!?” My dad asked, surprised.
“Can you two help wash my hair? Like mom does?” I asked again.
“Both of us? Are you sure you can’t wait till your mom comes back?”
“She said I should ask you guys. Please, Dad? I need a shower.”
"Alright, I guess.”
Dad was always a go-with-the-flow kind of person. Even if it was something he didn’t want to do, he would do it with a smile on his face. One Halloween, several years ago, I was dressed as a princess, and I really wanted him to be one with me. I’m sure he was happy to make me happy. But he was probably embarrassed to be a grown man in a princess dress. But that was Dad. If I asked him to help me with something, he would always be there for me. This was a first.
I told them to give me 15 minutes to wash my body before they came to help me. I went into the bathroom and turned on the water. I peeled off my leotard and stepped in. I did my best to focus on the shower, but I kept looking at the shampoo bottle, thinking about what was coming. I finished watching myself early and just stood under the hot water, waiting. Finally, there was a knock at the door.
“Honey, are you ready?” It was the voice of my dad through the door.
“Yes!” I called back.
The door opened and both my dad and brother walked in. The shower curtain was still between me and them, but I could see their figures through it. I was a bundle of nerves, but I angled the showerhead towards the wall and took a deep breath and pulled the curtain open. I stopped breathing for a few seconds as I stood naked in front of my dad and brother. I didn’t even think to cover; my arms dropped to my sides. Giving them a full frontal view of my naked body. My dad looked a little awkward, but my brother was openly staring. He was 18, four years older than me. He hasn’t seen me naked since well before my body started changing. But now he was catching up on all my body’s changes. I blushed deeply.
After a few more moments of awkwardness, my dad grabbed the shampoo bottle and put some in his hand. I turned around and tilted my head back. I could feel their eyes on my bare butt. My dad started massaging the shampoo on my scalp. My brother got a little and was rubbing it on the ends of my hair. My dad massaging my scalp felt really nice. It reminded me of when I was little. I was starting to feel pampered, almost forgetting I was naked. Almost. My heart was beating a little faster any time I glanced back and saw my brother looking at my butt.
“Turn back around and I’ll rinse it for you.” My dad said.
I did and was once again facing them, nipple pointing out at each of them. My dad angled the shower head back to me a little and started running his hands through my hair. My brother, without a job to do, just watched the scene unfold. The realization of my standing there naked in front of them while they were fully clothed had me feeling really vulnerable. But I also felt safe at the same time. It was a confusing feeling. With my hair finally rinsed, I turned off the shower and faced them with my arms at my sides. Not bothering to cover at all.
“Is there anything else your mom helps you with, or are you good?” My dad asked.
“Um…she usually helps me dry off. Do you mind?” I asked both of them.
“Sure! Whatever you need!” My brother was quick to answer. He seemed really eager to help, but not in a creepy way. Even though he was my brother, I was still a naked girl. I couldn’t blame him for being curious. I don’t want to sound conceited either, but I knew I wasn’t ugly.
They each grabbed a towel. My dad started on my hair, and Kyle started with my feet. I was starting to feel like a princess, a naked one. Something I thought was interesting was my dad was much more gentle than my mom was. Maybe it was because it was routine for her, or maybe my dad was afraid to hurt me. But it was much nicer to have him do this than my mom. Then my dad started to move down, and my brother moved up. Soon my dad was drying just above my breasts and my brother on my thighs. They each hesitated a moment, waiting to see if I was going to say anything or try to take over. I was embarrassed and blushing, but also having fun. I didn’t say a word. I widened my stance a little so my brother could get inside my thighs and other areas. He did, working up until he was fully drying my pussy. It was through the towel, but I could feel his hand through it. My dad also took the same hint and was drying my breasts. I could also feel his hands through the towel. The whole situation was really exciting! Even though they were my family, it was still a little exciting to have two men’s attention like this.
They seemed to take just a little longer than normal to dry my intimate areas, but they were finally finished. “Can you brush my hair? Mom usually does, and I don’t want to get tangles.” This was actually true.
"Sure, honey, we wouldn’t want your beautiful hair to fall out," my dad said.
My brother dropped his towel on the floor. My dad held his spread out, looking at me expectantly. He meant to wrap it around me. I was actually disappointed. I wanted to tell him no but couldn’t find the words. I was afraid of what he might think of me. But he was just a caring father that wanted to make sure his daughter wasn’t embarrassed. He probably thought I was mortified to be naked in front of them. I was embarrassed, but I was also having fun. But I reluctantly lifted my arms, facing him, so he could wrap the towel around my body. My girl's charms were once again hidden from them. He knotted the towel in a bit of a hurry; it hung a bit loosely on me. My instinct was to tighten it so it wouldn’t fall, but I managed to stop my hands half way up. I decided that if it fell, it fell.
My dad was quite a bit taller than I was, so I got up on a small step stool so he wouldn’t have to bend down. I even stomped a little harder than normal when stepping up on it, trying to jostle the towel looser than it was. As he started to brush my hair, I could see my brother was about to leave, not having a job to do now. I didn’t want him to go, so I forced small talk with him. Asking him about school and how his hobbies were going. I wasn’t ready for either of them to leave. I even laughed harder than normal at his jokes to try to loosen the towel around my chest more. And it worked; I could feel it starting to slip. Again, my hands unconsciously moved to fix it. But this time I caught them even quicker. It was working too. I could feel it slipping and a sudden weight on my nipples. They were poking out due to me being a bit cold or me being pretty excited. I did one more shift, and that was it; gravity took over, and the towel fell to the floor. I was once again naked in front of my dad and brother. Because I was standing on the stool, my pussy just cleared the counter by an inch, giving them an unobstructed view of girl chams again.
“Oh! Let me get that for you!” My brother said, going for the towel.
“I’m not wrapping that around me after it’s been on the floor.” I made a disgusted face. I normally would mind, but I didn’t want cover at that moment.
“I’ll get a fresh one then.” He said as he went for the linen closet.
“It’s fine; don’t waste another one. You guys have already seen me naked.” I said, stopping him.
"Well, as long as you’re okay with it.” My dad said, resuming brushing my hair again.
And for several more minutes I stood there naked. My dad was brushing my hair, getting the full view in the mirror, and talking with my brother while he looked at my body. I would catch him looking at my breasts and pussy. He would blush and look embarrassed, but I would start talking again to get his attention. I couldn’t believe that I was making my older brother blush when I was the naked one! Again I noticed that my dad was more gentle than my mom was when brushing my hair. I found myself preferring him helping me over my mom. But it was finally over; my hair was freshly brushed and straight.
"Alright, honey, I think we’re all done here. Get dressed; I ordered pizza for us. Should be here any minute," my dad said. But I didn’t want the attention I was getting to end. And I was having fun. I was trying to think of anything I could say that would excuse me being naked a little longer in front of them.
“Wait! Um…we aren’t done yet… Uh.” I was racking my brain; I blurted out the first thing I could think of. “Mom always helps me with body lotion too.”
“She does? Are you sure?” Daddy asked, showing the first sign of incredulity.
I was in too deep; I had to commit. “Yeah, she does. She says I use too much and don’t do it right.”
“Where does she put it on you?” Kyle asked, seeming a little eager.
“Uh…well, it's body lotion, so my body. All of it.” I motioned over my naked body.
“I don’t think so, honey. That doesn’t seem like a good idea. Can’t you just skip it tonight?” Dad said.
“Please, Daddy! Skin care is important to a girl! I don’t want wrinkles in ten years. Please?” I batted my eyes at him like I did when I wanted something. It almost always worked. He was a big softie.
"Alright, I guess. But we need to be quick; the pizzas will be here soon.”
“If Kyle helps, it will be done in no time.”
“Of course! Whatever you need!” My brother walked up and took the lotion bottle off the counter. I couldn't help but smile at his eagerness. Even with him being four years older than me, it was kinda cute. I don’t know if my brother has seen many naked girls or not outside of a computer screen. He had plenty of female friends, but he never confided in me about what he knew of naked girls. But he was paying attention to me.
They started the same way they dried me, brother at my feet and Dad on my face. My dad was behind me using the mirror to be able to see where his hands were going. And my brother was kneeling down in front of me, my pussy being at eye level with his face. He was taking advantage of the situation, but I felt no need to call him on it. My dad was the first to make it to one of my intimate areas. Probably because he wasn’t distracted by my vagina like my brother was. But he hesitated to put lotion on my breasts. I was nervous too. Not because he might do it, but because I was going to let him and I didn’t know how to let him know it was okay without sounding weird. He looked at me through the mirror, with lotion in his hand, not sure what to do. I smiled back at him and put my arms out, like I was about to give someone a big hug. That was his invitation to continue, and he did. He grabbed more lotion, went under my arms, and started to massage body lotion on my breasts. It was hard to describe my feelings at that moment. I would be lying if I said it didn’t feel good. Not only because my breasts would sometimes get sore. But there was also a tingling in my nipples that was electric. I managed to keep my breathing under control, but my nipples were drilling holes in his palms.
He didn’t spend what I would consider an inappropriate amount of time on my breasts. He moved on to my belly and then my back. My brother was then faced with the same dilemma; he finally reached my pussy and didn’t know what he should do. It was playing out the same way with my dad; I wasn’t even considering not letting him. So I did the same thing. I smiled and widened my stance to give him better access between my legs. He took the hint, got more lotion on his hands, and started massaging my inner thighs and pussy. His bare hand was making contact with my most intimate area. I blushed a deep red as one hand was rubbing the top of my mound and the other was over my lips. I even felt a finger split my lips a few times. But another thing happened that I didn’t expect. At the same time that I widened my stance for my brother, my dad had just gotten to putting lotion on my bare butt. He took that as a hint that I wanted lotion EVERYWHERE! So he started rubbing between my cheeks! His fingers glided and rubbed lotion everywhere in between, even on my butthole! But again, I didn’t think to ask him to stop. I was enjoying the attention too much. I had never been touched so intimately before, and it was my dad and brother who were doing it. I couldn’t control my breathing very well; it was getting heavy and labored. My knees were weak. It was the most exciting time of my life. Again, neither one spent an inappropriate amount of time in my areas, but they made sure my skin was well taken care of.
Finally, they were finished. I stood there a very naked and flustered girl. I’m not sure if it was obvious to them or not, but I was really excited. It didn’t matter that they were my family; I realized I really enjoyed being naked around men. Being the only one naked, I felt both vulnerable and safe at the same time. Like how you might do whatever you could to protect a helpless kitten, I felt that from both of them.
“Anything else?” My dad asked.
There was nothing else I could come up with, and I already asked a lot from them. “No, that's everything.” Just then the door bell rang.
“That’s the pizza. Hurry and get dressed and come get some food.” My dad said. As he and my brother left the bathroom.
I was naked and alone now. I figured there was no point in wrapping a towel around myself at this point. I stepped out into the hallway. Being completely naked out there was a surreal feeling. It was the first time I’d been naked anywhere outside of my room or the bathroom. I took a few steps towards my room but stopped. I didn’t want to get dressed. “Why not just stay naked?” I thought to myself. “They’ve already seen you; it's no big deal now.” So I turned around and walked as confidently as I could towards the main part of the house.
My dad saw me first and looked surprised but then went on as if it were normal. "Here, sweetie.” He handed me a plate. I got my slices and sat at the table with them. Completely naked and then fully clothed.
And that's how the rest of the night went. We played board games, watched TV, and talked about our days. All while I was naked. It just felt so natural for me to be naked. I felt like I never wanted to get dressed again. I would sit with a knee up or cross-legged. I wasn't concerned at all with what I was showing them. I even bent over a few times without bending my knees. I caught them looking several times, but I never adjusted my position to sit more "ladylike. "I didn’t want to embarrass them by changing how I was sitting; it was no big deal for them to see my pussy. But the fun had to end, or at least I thought it would, when my mom came home.
“What in the world is going on here!?” She asked, standing in the open doorway. We were all sitting around playing Monopoly on the floor. My knees were up, feet flat on the floor, and probably about two feet apart. There was absolutely nothing left to the imagination, and I didn’t realize how exposed I was until she came home. My dad and brother were acting as though it was the most normal thing in the world until my mom came home. We all froze; I wasn’t sure how to explain why I was naked, and I’m sure my dad and brother couldn't either.
“I uh…. Well…I just did what you said.” I tried to answer.
“What I said?” she asked. “I don’t remember saying anything like this.”
“You said to get Dad and Kyle to help me with my hair.”
“Oh honey, I was joking. I thought you would just do it yourself.” She turned to my father. “You didn’t actually help her, did you?”
“Well…yeah. She said she needed help. So Kyle and I did.”
“You’re 14, Kaylee! Why didn’t you just wash your hair yourself?”
“I don’t know. I guess I didn’t think of it.”
“And you stayed naked?”
“Um…well. I didn’t think it was a big deal.” I was starting to get really nervous. I thought for sure I was about to be grounded, and my dad and brother might get in trouble too. But then she just burst out laughing.
“HAHAHA!! Kaylee! You are a silly girl! And you!” She pointed to my dad. “You can never say no to your little princess, can you?” She burst out laughing again. "Well, go ahead and stay naked then. You look comfortable enough.
I looked down at myself, still sitting in my open position. I blushed but stated, like I was, it was comfortable. I spent the rest of the night naked. We started the game over, and my mom joined us. It was really nice, and I had a lot of fun. I slept naked that night and even ate breakfast the next morning naked before I finally got dressed.
After that night everything changed at home. I no longer asked my mom to help wash my hair; my dad and brother took over. Sometimes it was both of them, like the first night, and other times it was one of them. They would help with body lotion too. Putting it everywhere on me. Mom knew. She would stand at the door and watch. But she never tried to stop it. Then I would spend the rest of the night naked with my family.
After a few weeks of this I decided it was finally time for a change. But not me finally washing my own hair. No, I asked for them to bathe me completely. And they agreed. After that it wasn’t just my hair; they gave me my full shower. It was great not having to do it myself anymore. Sometimes it was a bath, and other times a shower. Eventually my brother went off to college, so my dad mostly did it as I got older. But anytime my brother was home, he would always be available.
This went on for years, all the way through high school. I became a fully developed 18-year-old whose dad, and sometimes brother, still bathed her. I spent much more time at home naked, sometimes going days before getting dressed.
That night I discovered more or less who I was. And I made many more discoveries in my teen years. But that's a story for another time….
THE END
I love the idea of a girl just hanging out naked.