Lazy Day With My Brother
Siblings get comfortable with each other.
Tracy walked into the house. Slowly, she undressed, folding her clothes and placing them neatly on the table near the door. “Anyone home?” she called out. “Just me, in the living room relaxing,” her brother, Jonah, answered. Tracy was nineteen; for as long as she could remember, her family had been nudists. It wasn’t anything to be shy about; they had just been naked around the house. They had always been comfortable in t...