A Nude Day Rite of Passage by AnonymousPerv

Mark stepped in closer, talking softly. “We’d love to. In fact, Alicia wanted to know if maybe you wanted to bail with us after dinner.”

“What do you mean?”

Mark chuckled and said, “Alicia knows how your Mom is. She’ll want you celebrating all night, as is tradition, but we also you know your Mom will try to steal the thunder.”

“You got that right.”

“We think we can get your Mom to bend the tradition a bit and leave with us early.”

“How? Tell Mom that you and Alicia have something planned for us after dinner?”

“That’s right. We do have something planned. We could get you out of there by 10:30, I bet. What do ya say?”

“I’d love it! Have you asked Bernie?”

“Alicia’s doing that.”

I had no idea if Mark and Alicia’s intention was to keep us up partying into the wee hours of the morning, as is tradition for Nude Day, but they were definitely freeing us from the grasp of Mom. That was the important thing. If they wanted to entertain us with a post-dinner double date of sorts, it would be a dream come true for both me and my brother. I caught up with Bernie later, as we were wrapping up the picnic. He kept his line of sight away from me as I approached. He didn’t want to risk getting a woody. “Hey, did you talk to Alicia?” I asked.

“Yes!” Bernie shouted. “You heard about it then? Their idea? You in?”

“Fuck, you know the answer to that. Of course, I’m in.”

“I never knew Mark was into you.”

“What do you mean?”

“He didn’t tell you? He mentioned he noticed how much you’ve grown through college. He’s super impressed. He also said you have a fine set of tits.”

I probably should been upset that Mark was so crass when talking about my body, but I loved it. “Tell me more. Anything else?”

“I think I might have a real shot at Alicia.”

“Really?”

Bernie was all smiles, his cheeks flush with an invigorated energy. “Yeah, I don’t think she’s ever been that talkative around me before.” I found it curious how quickly he has building his confidence while in this naked state, considering the months of worrying we endured.

“Maybe being naked around her drops her guard. Allows her to open up.”

“Huh. Maybe.”

“Or maybe she just likes checking out your junk.” I had to joke. After all, I’m still his sister.

“Haha. Very funny. No, I think she might actually like me.”

“Worth a shot, Berns,” I smiled.

**

“Hey, are you taking a shower before we go to Ernesto’s?” Bernie asked, peeking into my room. I was on the floor, writing in my journal. I noticed that ever since we got home from the picnic, Bernie would sometimes take brief glimpses of my naked body. I suppose the handjob may actually have helped earlier.

“Yeah, I was going to jump in soon. Why? Do you want to go first?”

“Well, uh… I dunno,” Bernie stepped inside my room now. Of course, that put me face to crotch with the monster. “I was thinking, why not take a shower with you? I wanted to talk to you about a game plan.”

“Game plan? What do you mean?”

“Come on, Beebs. The thing tonight! Can you believe it? Alicia AND Mark both being into us? Surprising us with this date thing. I thought maybe we should put a little plan together. Like, if Mark wants to take you somewhere private, you can signal whether that’s something you’re cool with.”

“And you want to have this conversation in the shower?”

“Do you want to risk Mom hearing? She wouldn’t be happy if she knew we were planning on leaving early.”

It seems silly, but Bernie was right. It would be a lot easier to convince Mom we should leave for an impromptu, after-party date, than to actually plan it out. “Yeah, okay. Give me about five minutes, okay?”

Bernie left and I quickly got up and checked myself in the mirror. I shaved early this morning and double checked the work. It appeared fine, but I kind of wished it wasn’t. It would be interesting to shave in front of Bernie while we shared the shower. I smiled, putting the thought behind me. Besides, I needed to focus on Mark Tellus. Butterflies were in my stomach.

**

Bernie was waiting for me in the bathroom. I prepared my towels and soaps while he developed half a chub. I noticed he tried to minimize how much he looked at me now. Being in close quarters made it more difficult for him, I think. “You can relax,” I said.

“I’m relaxed,” he insisted.

“I mean, about getting a boner around me. I don’t care.”

Bernie was about to argue a point but paused. Finally, he shrugged and said, “Yeah, okay.” He stepped into the shower first and I was right behind him. He fumbled for the cheap soap and started lathering up.

“Alright, Berns. What’s this plan that you have in mind?”

“Since it’s a double date, we should take advantage of a few things, right? Like we could have a safe word. If anyone of us says the word ‘apricots’ it means we both immediately leave together and come home.”

“Apricots? Why apricots?”

“I don’t fuckin’ know, Beebs. I just picked a word we weren’t likely to accidentally say! And we can have another word that means, ‘Can I talk to in private?'”

“You mean, without just asking, using the words, ‘Can I talk to you in private?'”

Bernie dropped his head, exhausted with my resistance. “Okay, the word for ‘let’s bail’ is ‘apricots’ and ‘pumpkin pie’ will be code for ‘can I talk to you in private’?”

“Do you really think we’re going to need these codes?”

“I hope not.”

Maybe Berns didn’t realize it, but he was flat-out staring at my tits. As an experiment, I quit talking and he didn’t even notice. I continued lathering up my hair while he stared at my tits. I’d move them to the right, then the left. His eyes just followed, entranced. His cock was fully awake. “Hey, Berns,” I said, waking him up, our eyes locking. “Come back to reality, okay?”

His face turned four shades darker red and he threw his hands to crotch, trying to cover. “Oh, Beebs, I am so sorry! I, uh… well, wow. Okay. I don’t even have an excuse. Really. I’m sorry.”

I snickered. “Maybe we should take care of that before we go to dinner.”

“Again?” whispered Bernie.

“Unless you’re opposed.”

I suppose I should have expected it from the moment Bernie asked to shower together, but several minutes later I was beating him off again. I took it slow at first, allowing the hot water to steam us over. I moved in closer, wishing I could lick it but feeling like that was crossing boundaries. My line was up to here, apparently no further. Regardless, I was getting horny jerking it so close to me. I had to say something. “Bernie, will you cum on my face?”

He moaned and his knees trembled to my dirty talk. “If that’s what you want.” I nodded, meaning it. But then he asked, “Would you let me cum in your mouth?”

Now my knees shook. Squatting down, jerking him off, raging horny and he asked me to do something I never would have dreamed I wanted so badly. “Do you want to watch me swallow?” I asked. Bernie was nodding furiously, face clinched. I felt him climbing in my hand. “I might need your help,” I said, getting wetter in anticipation. “I’ve always struggled swallowing, so you’re just going to have to hold my head there. Make sure I can’t move it. Force it down me. Okay?”

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