Norma O'Toole - Live-in lover

We were definitely a sight. Our jeans must have weighed twenty pounds, and our shirts and blouses were plastered to our bodies. Our hair hung limp on our faces, and we were beginning to realize how uncomfortable it was to be soaking-wet.

"Well, I don't know about any of you, but I'm going inside to change," Mai announced, heading off toward the house.

"No one is going into the house until they dry off. I don't want the rugs to get stained," Daddy called to her. "We'll just have to wait a few minutes and allow the sun to dry us a bit."

Mai turned around, and I could plainly see that her tits were visible beneath her blouse. She was not wearing a bra, and the soaked material made it look like she was dressed in plastic wrap. Surprisingly, it did not seem to bother my father that she was practically naked from the waist up. As far as Lonnie was concerned, he couldn't keep his eyes off those luscious tits. Even my brother's reaction didn't seem to bother my father.

"Oh, Bob, have a heart," Mai pleaded. "At least let me go into the kitchen and make another batch of Bloody Marys."

"We can wait a minute, Mai. Just give those jeans a while to drain," he commanded.

She gave my father an irritated look, but did not answer him back. For a few moments she stood half-way between the house and where we were, caught up in her own thoughts. Then, instead of returning to the table, Mai undid her jeans and quickly stepped away from them, leaving them crumpled on the lawn. The three of us watched in amazement as she turned away and marched toward the house.

Just like that night when Mai did her seductive striptease for Lonnie and I, she was wearing the skimpy G-string in place of her panties. From the rear, it looked like she wasn't wearing anything because the band was twisted deep inside the crack of her ass. No one said a word as the swaying buttocks disappeared inside the house. Eventually Daddy gave a "what can I do" shrug and returned to the table. Lonnie and I gaped in awe at the conduct of the brazen woman. The funny thing, though, was not that we were only in awe of Mai, but the cool way our father reacted to the display. And if that wasn't enough, before he sat down, he, too, removed his jeans and shirt. His underwear was also drenched and before he sat down, I was able to see his soft penis surrounded by the dark forest of his pubic hair.

I was just getting over the shock of the last few minutes when Mai returned with the third pitcher of refreshments. I had expected that she would have changed into dry clothes, but I was mistaken. If my father appeared naked in his undershorts, Mai was a true exhibitionist. Her stark, white pussy-covering was as soaked as my father's shorts, allowing her hairless mound to be completely visible. Once again, Daddy didn't react to Mai's dress, or, actually, lack of dress. Of course, his pecker was hidden under the table, and I couldn't tell if he was getting an erection. It was really his calm acceptance that amazed me.

"What are you two waiting for?" Mai asked as she filled up our empty glasses. "Do you want to catch pneumonia or something?"

I looked to Daddy to see if it was okay with him, but he just smiled and closed his eyes, letting the sun warm his face. Lonnie also looked in his direction for advice, but he, too, wasn't able to garner any response. There was nothing that I wanted to do more than stand naked in front of my father. After what happened that morning and his standoffishness that followed, I wanted to get his interest back as quickly as I could. I knew that my panties, being white, were going to be as transparent as Mai's. They were soaked through, not only by the water from the hose, but also by the juices that were induced while lying at the bottom of the human pile.

I removed my blouse, leaving my bra on. Since Mai was not wearing one, she kept her blouse on. I carefully spread it out on the cement of the patio before attacking the fasteners of my jeans. As I was taking them down, I turned shyly away from where the others were gathered, letting them see my ass, first. I thought I could feel my father's eyes on me, but wasn't sure until I turned around and walked back to the table. They were, and they were focused on the dark area of my slick pubic hair. In order to avoid appearing embarrassed, I only looked at Mai as I walked to the lounge chair to sit down. It was only then that I felt his gaze leave me. At that moment, I wished that Lonnie and Mai would go away. Unfortunately, that was not going to be the case.

My brother had already removed his shirt, but seemed to be hesitating before taking off his pants. When he finally did, I understood, immediately. His cock was straining against the thin confines of his jocket shorts, and he obviously didn't want Daddy to see his swollen condition. Daddy, though, again had his eyes closed, with that silly smile still decorating his face. Lonnie turned on his stomach in the lawn chair, hiding his delicious organ from view.

We continued to sit quietly for a while, each of us deep in our own thoughts. There was a definite sexual tension in the air, but I didn't know how to take advantage of it. Although I knew that Daddy seemed to want me, neither of us was capable of making the move that would seal our fate. Once again, I felt that I was going to have to totally rely on Mai. And fortunately, I didn't have to wait long.

"Oh shit, I hate the feeling of soggy cloth pushing its way into my crotch. I'm going inside to change," Mai explained, breaking the silence.

"For crying out loud, Mai, stop the complaining. If you want to be comfortable, take off all your clothes. We're all family here, and the neighbors can't see over or through the bushes," Daddy said.

I was absolutely flabbergasted by my father's proposal. I could tell that he was getting slightly drunk, but I had never heard him, even when drunk, make such a strange suggestion. I hoped that I was the cause of his unusual state of mind. I had to admit that if the events of the last twenty-four hours were having the same effect on him as they were having on me, his actions might not seem that unusual at all. They might even be characterized as quite logical in a twisted sort of way.

Mai appeared as flustered as I was. She didn't immediately take Daddy up on his proposal. And when he saw that she wasn't complying, he stood up and peeled his underwear off, revealing himself totally to our stunned eyes. He didn't even act embarrassed by the fact that he was sporting a growing erection.

"Well?" he said, giving us all a look of impatience before sitting back down.

Mai was the first to recover. She tossed off the blouse and quickly discarded the flimsy G-string. Now she, too, was nude.

"How about you two?" Daddy asked, directing his question at Lonnie and myself. "You should be old enough to appreciate the human body. I believe that the good-looking bodies that the four of us have should be seen. I even read someplace that the body should remain unclothed for a certain amount of time each day so that the air can get at it. It allows the body to breathe or something," he explained a little thickly.

"Oh, Daddy, I never heard you talk about nudism before," I said half-kiddingly.

"I guess I just never had the opportunity before. I'm proud of my body, and I don't care who sees it," he answered.

I could feel my bare skin begin to flush. It was not due to embarrassment, but to a sexual excitement brought on by the real possibility that I was about to live out my fantasy. I looked over at Lonnie, and saw that his reaction was much different than mine. He was looking sullenly at Daddy, and was making no move to shed his jockey shorts. Although I didn't want to further alienate Lonnie, I just had to continue on the course that would lead me to my deflowerment by my father. My ready-and-waiting pussy dictated my choice.