The Stepmother

Emilia first came into our lives when I was 2 and my older brother - Max - was 5. Our mother had passed away giving birth to me and our 35 year old father met Emilia around 18 months later. It was to be a fateful meeting.

As far as I can remember, Emilia never felt like she was a step mother. She embraced us wholeheartedly and treated Max and I exactly like any mother would treat her own sons. She was there at all our school events, supporting us with anything and everything life threw at us and never once differentiated between us and Sara, her own daughter who was 5 years my junior. Sara grew up as our sister and we never felt any different.

I was now 23 and had just come home after completing university. I was away for almost 2 years at school, rarely stepping back home. Not that it mattered much, because with the job market being what it is, I could not find a job immediately post school. So, for the time being, I was back in my old room in our old house.

It's worth mentioning that Emilia came with her own set of peculiarities. I remember dad's dress code around the house becoming a lot more relaxed after she had moved in. I can barely remember the man wearing anything more than a pair of shorts around the house. In fact, summers usually meant MAx & I spent all our time shirtless too! It never felt too odd growing up, till we got to an age where we could see our friends did not really adhere to the same standards of clothing. While we did protest, Emilia's will always won over the feeble protests of two teenage boys. On his part, dad really enjoyed wearing as little clothing as possible and it was not very uncommon to find him on the couch with a nut having come loose from under his shorts. It was quite evident wearing underwear was not a requirement for Emilia.

At 23, I had to get reused to the peculiar rules (I now knew these were peculiar having been at university for 4 years!) and her enforcement of the same. This had become all the more difficult as Emilia had a definite double standard in her rules - entirely based on gender. I could never figure out why this was the case - but Emilia seemed to have no value at all for the modesty of men. And simultaneously, she valued the modesty of females beyond anything I have seen.

As I woke up, I was very aware that all I was wearing was a pair of shorts. No underwear. Daddy style, I remembered. Mum (I have always called Emilia mum, and I think Max also started calling her that when he was around 10) had made it clear to me when I moved back in that the old rules still applied fully. And that now meant not wearing anything on top in the house or the yard, unless we have specific guests coming over.

"You're a man, and you have nothing to hide. Let your body breathe, darling!" was Mum's favorite line.

The no-underwear rule had also become a favorite of hers. When I protested, because I was not used to moving around commando on campus, all she said was "I have been reading about this, and underwear is not healthy for your body. I want lots of grandkids, Andy, and you need to protect your fertility. Your father never wore underwear when you were growing up, and still does not to this day! Trust me, you'll get used to it."

I'm sure I would. Mum had a way of getting people used to things, a skill I appreciated all the more now that I had taken business lessons in college.

I looked down and decided not to go out of my room immediately. My penis was making a lovely tent in front of boxer shorts, and I did not wish to violate sensibilities so early in the morning.

This is when Sara entered the room and saw me lounging on the bed shirtless. I was about to protest the lack of knocking on Sara's part, when I remembered this would be impossible. My room had no door!

"Hello Andy!!!!", Sara yelled, ever her bubbly self. I wished she wouldn't be quite so loud quite so early in the morning, but that right there was my little sister. Having turned 18 a few months ago, she was full of life, full of energy and she loved her family far too much to not let it show.

She showed it by jumping on me on my bed and pulling me into a tight hug. Half-naked, I observed ruefully she was wearing a bedside robe, and probably a tshirt and a pair of shorts under that. Female modesty!

I shifted uncomfortably under my covers at the hug, lest the morning wood touch Sara and let her know why I was just lying around in bed.

"Come on, Andy. Mum says it's time for breakfast. She's made pancakes, your favorite."

I might need a couple of minutes, I told her. She looked puzzled, but then quickly seemed to understand my predicament.

"Aww, looks like you're a little too awake!" she teased playfully, "but you don't have to worry so much about hiding a bit of morning wood, brother mine. I have seen Max and even Dad walk around with tents in their shorts, if you know what I mean. I know what it means, and I know why it happens. Nothing to be ashamed of - you're a boy. You have dangly boy parts which tell the world exactly what you're going through. I don't mind!"

With that, she tore the covers off my body. Seeing no value in pretense any longer - Sara had obviously had a lot of education - I got up. Luckily enough, my cock had mellowed down quite a bit and the tent was not quite as pronounced now.

I made my way to the common bathroom on the 2nd floor of the house, which is where our rooms were. Mum and Dad had their rooms on the ground floor, while we kids had ours on the top floor. None of our rooms had an attached washroom, which meant Sara, Max & I were used to sharing the common one on the floor.

The shared bathroom meant that the rules were quite strict on its use as well. While the bathroom had a door (thankfully), neither Max nor I were allowed to lock it while we were using it. Mum never quite made the reasons clear enough, but so it was. The outcome was that we boys were always being walked in upon in the midst of a variety of bathroom activities, usually by Sara or by Mum herself. All they had to do was turn the knob and walk in.

Another bathroom rule was that anyone using the bathroom had to be fully naked. We assumed this rule applied to all of us, but we could never verify if Sara was naked using the washroom, because she was allowed to lock the door, and she did.

I found myself falling for muscle memory as I entered the bathroom. I shut the door behind me, and was almost about to lock it as the knob turned, and in walked Sara.

"You know the rule, Andy. No locking the door, that's for me."

"Oh yes, of course. College habit!", I said sleepily.

"You're gonna have to get used to our way of doing things, college bro. Luckily, Max never moved out because he found a job close to home, so he never had to relearn. But you might just have to!"

I went to brush my teeth first, when Sara reminded me that I need to be naked in the bathroom. I groaned.

Sara loved walking into the bathroom while either Max or I were using it. I don't know why - but I think she loved the feeling of privilege it afforded her over her brothers. After all, neither of us, even Max who was 10 years older than her, could walk in and ever see her naked. It was such a clear double standard, that there was a whole lot of protest around it for a long, long time. Even Emilia, strong-willed as she was, had to finally use all her authority to push this one through.

There were countless times when I was walked in on while peeing or showering. Even though Sara did not really need a reason, it was usually to give us a message from Mum or Dad which could have easily waited for a few more minutes, or just to have a random chat. There have been occasions where Max & I have been standing in front of the bathroom mirror, shaving stark naked - with Sara just chatting away, fully clothed of course. Her gaze would fall frequently to our exposed cocks, or our naked butts.

I took off my shorts with my back towards her and hung the shorts on the clothes hook near the door.

"Now that's the Andy I remember.", Sara said, making no pretense about giving me a good look up and down my naked body.

My 5 inch cock was now flaccid, and I thanked my stars for that. Even though my erect penis was no mystery to Sara, I was in no mood for that scrutiny right now.

I stood near the basin to brush my teeth. Sara made no move to get out of the bathroom, and casually stood around looking at me.

"I missed you, Andy. And I missed that cute butt of yours. Look how perky it has become - do you work out a lot at college."

"I did", came my embarrassed reply but I could not hide the tinge of pride in it. I had taken up sport seriously in college and it showed on my body. At least there was that - my state of undress could fish me a lot of compliments.

I indicated to Sara that I wanted to pee. When she gave no sign of giving me any semblance of privacy, I moved over to the pot, and released a stream of urine with my little sister having a direct line of sight to my urinating penis. She made no comment on it, but she also made no secret of having a long, thorough look at it.

With my washroom activity done, I reached over to my shorts again and pulled them up.

"Let's go get some breakfast!"

We went downstairs, with me still shirtless and without a stitch on except those boxer shorts. I could feel my penis wiggling underneath, making me feel all the more self-conscious.

Dad was already at the kitchenette table, attired the same as I was, eating some eggs & bacon. Sara gave him a hug, and sat on his lap for a minute giving him a kiss on his cheeks. She loved being a daddy's girl.

Dad was quite maintained for a man who was 56. She had a lean body, tanned well because of his constant exposure. Mum was also very particular about him exercising. In fact, we had a home gym put into our basement, where we would workout. Nobody was as regular as dad and mum in this.

"Andy darling, have a seat. I'll get you some eggs and bacon." came Mum's voice.

I walked over to her by the stove cooking up a delicious meal and gave her a hug. I was a bit of a mumma's boy myself. She reached back and gave my ass a bit of a squeeze. In most other families, this would have raised a few eyebrows - a mostly naked son having his ass squeezed by his stepmom. I didn't feel awkward about it, frankly. It was as motherly a squeeze as possible, given by a woman who was more of a mother to me that most actual moms!

"Where's Max?" I asked, pouring myself a cup of coffee.

"Your brother had an emergency case, so he went over to the clinic. He should be back in a couple of hours I think.", Mum said.

Max was a veterinary surgeon, and had joined a practice quite close to home. He had made a good life right at home. He had a girlfriend, who was sweet as they come and who was already a sister to me and Sara. Sara had been super protective about Max when we were first introduced to Mia, but over time Mia had proved herself worthy of her brother. So she had let her guard down.

Mum forbade Max from moving out, if there was no need to. I think Mia had initially wanted to get a place of their own, once things became serious, but with time, she had integrated so well into the family, she treated the house just like her second home. She even spent some nights at the house. Once this started, Mum had allowed the installation of a door to Max's room but he was allowed to lock it only and only when Mia was inside! Mia, of course, loved it - because it was for her privacy, not Max's.

"Daddy, your ball is out of the basket again!" Sara suddenly exclaimed. I don't she was offended at the sight of our father's testicle casually hanging out of his shorts. She would have been quite used to the sight growing up. But she loved to tease dad about it, reminding him that even his daughter could see him naked but as her father, he wasn't allowed to see her in anything less than a swimsuit.

"Sara, stop teasing your father!" Mum came into the living room. "He has lovely balls, and I don't mind if they hang out with us."

Dad blushed, but also laughed uproariously. He was always a loud man, and I loved that about him. He made a quick adjustment so that his erroneous testicle was out of sight.

"I was gonna have a bath anyway.", he declared and got up from his seat.

I watched him pick up a towel and walk into the washroom on the ground floor for his bath. The rules were the same for him as they were for us. He was not allowed to lock the bathroom door. Mum had to have the flexibility to enter the bathroom at any time.

"Was it always like this, Mum? Dad and Max and Andy having no sense of shame?" Sara asked innocently.

I knew this was an act. She had heard this story a million times and she loved listening to it. Just as mum loved telling it.

"Well, your father was not quite so shameless when I first started dating him. I had moved into town and had taken up a chef role in a restaurant nearby. Your dad had just lost his first wife - your brothers' mom, and I gather this was their favorite restaurant. So I kept seeing this man walk in alone from time to time, order the same Chicken Pasta and a glass of wine and savor it by himself. So one day, I walked out and asked him out. You know how much I love taking charge!"

"Oh yes." chimed in Sara.

"Anyway, so we went out on a couple of dates. I learned that he was a single father to two little boys, whom I now call my sons. Soon enough, we got close enough to start having sex. I initiated it, of course.

We soon got married, and I moved into the house and met his boys. I think they would be too little to remember all of this clearly, certainly Andy here."

She was right, I was two. I did not remember it. I do remember Max being angry at the thought of his mother being replaced though.

Mum continued, "That's when I started making changes. I come from an older school of thought. My own father was in the military, and I had grown up with a certain perception of male modesty. I always thought it was so much more liberating for men to have no secrets, especially from the women in their lives. That trust has to be absolute, and I thought of ways of establishing that. Your dad's brother, Uncle Felix, was also living in the home at that time. The three of us got along spectacularly, and I soon came to see Felix as my own brother in many ways!

One of the first things I did was to tell both the men that they were to wear nothing but shorts around the house. I think your dad was so much in love with me that he complied almost immediately. Felix was a bit more shy, but I knew if I had to make this a permanent lifestyle, this would have to be the first step. Seeing his brother comply, Felix started going around the house shirtless too. I loved having two semi-naked men around the house at the time. You weren't born then, Sara, and the boys were too little to understand these changes.

From there, I made it seem almost natural that I would be able to see both the men naked whenever I wished. We had only one shared bathroom at the time, and I told them both that women have need of the bathroom much more than men. We not only need privacy, but we need higher access. They again understood. We established a rule that I was the only one who could lock the bathroom door. The men had to leave it unlocked for my unfettered access.

I ensured I took full advantage of this. I walked into the bathroom on so many occasions that both your dad and Felix took my presence as a matter of fact. I saw them both peeing, shaving, even showering. Cocks out, buns out. It was a thrill, I won't lie, seeing two men act so natural and naked around me. I was able to get them vulnerable, while I was fully protected. Your dad only saw me naked while we were having sex. But he was exposed to me at any time I wished. So was his brother.

I took it a step further. I told both the men that I need to have priority usage of the bathroom. What this meant was that if I declared I had to use the bathroom, they would need to exit it in the next 30 seconds. No matter what they were doing, they would need to grab their towel and stand in the hallway while I finished my business and came back out. While they waited, they were not allowed to wrap the towel around their body. They had to lay it on the floor and stand on it. It made it clear that the towel was not for their privacy, but rather to protect the floor from getting wet. The number of times I have interrupted their showers and had them stand outside, penises and bums exposed, is too many to count!"

At this point, Sara was laughing hard as she always did and I was, as I always did, blushing hard. The thought of the men's modesty being compromised so blatantly was amusing to her, and having been through much of the same now, embarrassing to me.

"I still believe that those initial months and the effort to emphasise the lack of male modesty and the prominence of female privacy went a long way in making your father and uncle Felix the lovely, confident men they are today. You see the same thing in your brothers today."

"I do. I loved it today when I could just talk to Andy freely without interruption simply because he had to pee or brush his teeth. There was nothing to hide from me, so I could be there with him, inspite of his nudity, with no secrets and no wall between us.", Sara piped up.

By this time, Dad was out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Mom called over to him saying that there was a fresh pair of shorts on the bed, and to just drop the towel in the washing machine. She was about to set the load for wash today.

Dad nonchalantly walked over to the machine, stripped his towel off and dropped it in. He had a beautiful 6 incher of a dick, and he was not shy about it at all. His balls dangled low and gave him a very manly look. Sara was admiring dad's physique too, as he walked to his room and reappeared 10 minutes later in another pair of shorts.

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An Afternoon With Uncle Felix

Uncle Felix was a mainstay for me, right from childhood. Thanks to mum, he followed a very similar lifestyle to ours, and thankfully integrated right into the house. He had married, but then divorced. He did have one very lovely daughter - Lily (now 21 years of age) that we all adored. She was the apple of dad's eye, and sometimes even Sara got jealous as to how much affection was showered on her by dad. Of course, she got the same adoration from

Felix as well, which left us boys to go around doing manly things with mom.

Ever since the divorce, Uncle Felix and Lily were a permanent fixture in our house, especially on Sundays. They did not live too far off, and Mum made sure that they were in for lunch each sunday. We usually had some barbeque, and now that we were all old enough to drink, some beer along with it. Felix, like Dad, was well into fitness and loved hitting the gym along with some sports.

When they came in this Sunday, the ritual was the same. They pulled up in the driveway around 11 am. Uncle Felix was in a loose sleeveless T-shirt with some swimming trunk style shorts below. The shorts hung loose enough to not be obscene, but you could still make out his cock bobbing around in there. Lily was in a pair of denim shorts combined with a crop top. Combined with her slightly round face and spectacled eyes, it gave the impression of being a cute nerd.

"Make yourself at home, Felix darling. How are you, Lily?" Mum met them at the door.

While Lily answered her aunt, Felix immediately stripped off his t-shirt and gave mum a hug. They had a very sibling-like relationship, with both of them supremely comfortable with each other. Might have something to do with constantly being exposed naked to mum.

Sara, as per usual, jumped into Felix's arms, almost naked as he was. She had chosen a pair of athletic shorts, a bikini top and a loose cover on top. She looked adorable. Felix gave her a kiss on her cheek, commented on how she was growing up ever so quickly and put her down. I swore the bulge in his shorts grew ever so slightly, but that would be natural to any physical contact there.

"Felix! Lily!", my dad exclaimed as he walked in. Shirtless as usual and without underwear, he walked over to Lily and squeezed her in a bear hug. Lily returned the hug with all her power and kissed him on the cheek multiple times.

"Hello, uncle John! Looking good, as always!", Lily said giving him a deep look from head to toe. She wasn't one to shy away from looking at her naked uncle and cousins, if the occasion arose.

I debated on whether to wear a shirt this time around, but Max warned me that this was not something I wanted to risk. Apparently, he had tried this a while ago, and mom had been furious at the show of false modesty. She had not only made Max strip his shirt in the living room, but also his shorts and had him go around naked apologizing to Lily and Sara for the behavior. I could imagine his cock shying away even as he said sorry for not exposing himself to his younger sister and cousin from the get go.

"Felix, I haven't caught up on my workout yet. What do you say? Wanna hit some weights with me and the boys? It'll make the beers worth everything!" Dad proposed.

Felix, never one to say no to a physical endeavour, started off towards the gym in the basement.

"John darling, make sure you're back up in time for preparing the barbeque. I do not want that being late, ok?"

"Absolutely, honey. We'll be back up in a jiffy, just working up an appetite!"

The gym in the basement was quite a good one as far as home gyms go. It had a couple of work benches and over the years, the entire set of weights had been added in over the years. Yoga mats were kept in, along with a set of gym towels, which we were expected to use just like any other gyms.

The troop of shirtless men, including me, marched down to the basement, followed by two girls dressed in shorts. Mum said she needed to get a few things ready, and would love the lack of interference for at least 1 hour.

Once in the basement, a different set of rules applied. Mum had made it very clear that gyms were places where modesty had no place, for men that is. Traditionally, men had always worked out and even played sports naked (though I doubt rugby existed in ancient greece or rome). There was a reason for that - and so that is what we followed in our home gym. There was a clothes rack at the entrance to the basement, and men were expected to strip off all clothes even before entering the gym.

Lily and Sara watched with smiles on their faces as their dads and brothers stripped off the only piece of clothing that they were wearing - shorts. No shirts, no underwear - it made the stripping off process extremely easy.

My cock, I observed, was the smallest in my family. Not by much, but indisputably so. Sara had also told me so once, with the information that I should not be ashamed of that fact. It barely matters, as per her.

Lily and Sara would have ideally shifted to gym clothes, but neither wanted a workout this morning. So they merely watched their naked family enter the gym, and followed in regular outdoor attire.

"Why don't we do something different today, guys?", Sara piped up.

"What is it, honey?" Dad asked

"I was merely thinking - since all of you are here today, let's have a competition between you all, why don't we? A series of exercises. Lily and I will be the judges and award the winner."

Felix & Dad loved the idea. Max and I, slightly shy already, were in two minds but didn't really have a say in the entire thing. We were expected to go with the flow, as we had always been expected to do. I looked at my brother, naked as a jaybird, shifting uncomfortably on the spot.

The girls took charge. It didn't matter that they were the youngest in the group. Mum's upbringing had given them a sense of confidence such that even if a group of marines walked in here, these two girls would still be able to order them around.

Sara asked all of us to line up in front of the mirror (yes, there was a full wall mirror we had installed in the gym as well), with our butts facing the mirror. This meant that there were 4 men, two in their fifties and two in their twenties, facing two girls with their chests, penis, testicles and legs fully exposed.

"Ok, let's get some warm-up done, yeah?" Lily got into the spirit, "let's have 5 minutes of spot jogs. Let's go!"

All of us, not a stitch on us, started jogging on the spot. I was between Max and Felix, and on either side, I could see their cocks and balls bouncing around as their legs came up and went down. I could see Sara and Lily watching intently to ensure that we were lifting our legs sufficiently from the ground. I could also see them smiling as they saw 4 penises and 4 sacs flail about wildly!

5 minutes later, we were genuinely warm. Heart rates were sufficiently up, and we were getting into the spirit of competition.

The first contest turned out to be bench presses. Surely I had an advantage in this. Of the 4 of us, I was the most muscular, though I wouldn't discount dad. He had worked out all his life! Max and Felix were much more athletic and would excel in cardio based exercises.

"So this is how we do it, men!", Sara said, "Each of you needs to get a towel. We have two work benches, so we can do this two at a time while the other two spot. Repeating instructions from Mum, form and hygiene are important. So I want you to lay your towel on the work benchmark properly. When you lie down, ensure your legs are spread and grounded. Your balls should touch your towel, as an indicator."

I marvelled at how easily my sisters talked about the male anatomy. I shouldn't marvel, of course, given how much they have seen of it over the years, but one does think twice when hearing one's sister say slang words like Cock, balls, dicks, schlongs etc. as easily as anything. The boys, of course, were expected to be much more careful and respectful of female anatomy, as if it were a deity to be worshipped. We rarely talked about female anatomy in general, but even when we did, we used only respectful words like breasts and vagina (proper terms, as mum calls them) while speaking. This ensured automatic respect for those parts of the female body I would not normally see nor expect to see unless the female in question has consented explicitly. Whereas the slang used for male anatomy indicated an informality about them, bits and pieces that would be seen at will, with no secrets about them.

Felix and I went first. As instructed, the towels were on the bench, our ass on the towels. We both carefully spread our legs as we lay down on the towels. I was conscious of Lily and Sara standing south of us, having a lovely view of our balls as they hung down and lay on the towels. Luckily, my cock was not getting aroused yet!

Dad and Max stood behind the bar. Glancing up, I could see Max's sac hanging low over my hair and I tried my best not to focus on it. Max seemed to have the starting stage of an arousal and his penis was at a slightly higher angle than usual.

I did end up benching the highest that day, but only by a little. As expected, dad was quite competitive, and almost matched me pound for pound.

The next competition was the highest number of pull ups. Not great for me. The win had really got me into the mood, and my cock was showing the jubilation. I envied Dad and Felix about how nonchalant they could be about their nudity. It seemed like they didn't even notice their daughters were in the room looking at their swinging cocks and bouncing balls, enjoying a very clear double standard. They had become so used to a woman holding the reins.

The pull ups were done facing the girls. Once again, two at a time took the bar and pulled themselves. Dad and Max went first this time, and I stood with Sara and Lily observing them. Sara subconsciously put her arm around me by my waist. Her arm was very very close to my butt, and the sensation was not helping my rising boner.

I could see the taut bodies in front of me as they rose and fell. They looked really good. The penises were still as the two men were in full control of their bodies and held them tight.

When it was my turn to compete, Lily took one look at me and said, "Do you think it's going to be more difficult to do this with an erection, Andy?"

I blushed.

Sara laughed out loud and so did dad and uncle Felix.

"Aww, it's just natural. My brother can manage this, boner or no boner!" Sara reinforced her confidence in me.

As I stretched to take hold of the bar, I could feel each muscle in my body tightening, and I felt more exposed than ever. There was nothing between me and the girls. There had never been anything.

I realized I was being shy for no reason. Both these girls had seen me naked since forever, they had had an advantage over me ever since my memory ran. Mum had ensured it. She had ensured Sara knew she could see me naked at will, be it while I was showering, peeing or merely working out. She knew I could not dream of seeing her naked, ever. Her modesty was sacrosanct, as was every female's. This was not helping my erection subside, but it did help me come to terms with my feelings.

The hour was up before we knew it. Soon enough, 4 sweaty men and 2 exhilarated girls were sitting around lounging in the gym. We were still naked, since no clothes were allowed for us in the gym, irrespective of what we were doing. My mind went back to how I had seen mum and dad doing a couple session in the gym a couple of years back. Dad fully naked, and mum in her workout track pants and athleisure top. Mum kept brushing against his cock now and then, arousing my dad just enough to once again ignore him. She knew what she was doing.

Thinking of the devil, this was the exact time mum decided to make an appearance in the gym. The door to the basement opened, and mum ordered us to get a bath and get ready. It didn't phase her one bit that her husband and brother-in-law were lounging naked with her kids and niece! For his part, Felix was equally relaxed about his sister-in-law seeing him naked - he had been too used to it over the years. Moreover, there was his own daughter who could see him with his cock relaxing over his scrotum.

We trooped past her, and she gave a slap on each one's buttocks as we marched past her. I loved that! Mum had her own way of doing things, and one of the things she did very well was to make everyone feel comfortable.

Dad asked Felix if he wanted to have a shower, but Felix wasn't too keen on it. He pulled on his pair of shorts, and told dad he would just lounge out in the sun for a while. The bulge in his shorts was a bit more prominent now.

Dad took his shower in the bathroom downstairs.

"Boys, there isn't much time for lunch. Why don't you get in the shower together, like when you were little?" Mum proposed

Max and I protested that we weren't quite little any longer, but then saw no point in fighting this particular battle. We had just worked out naked, our balls very much in each other's face. We grabbed a towel each and just walked upstairs into the bathroom. We merely shut the bathroom door, only for it to be opened by Sara and Lily, who had decided it would be more fun hanging out with us than with the oldies downstairs.

"Are you gonna watch us shower?" I said, only half-mocking.

"Like we haven't seen you shower a hundred times before, bro. Actually, I don't remember a time I haven't seen you shower! I think i'm more familiar with your little appendage there than with my own body. But I don't think I have seen the two of you shower together in a while. I remember you used to do it when you were little, but that came to stop sometime around your puberty, I guess?"

Lily couldn't stop snorting at this brutality. Sara had just let her know that we had no right to expect privacy. As males, our bodies were open books to her, and frankly, to any woman who was in the house. As a female, no matter younger or older, she had every right to see us naked anytime she saw fit!

"We just thought it would be more fun chatting with you guys here. Lily and I don't wanna shower, but that was one fun gym session!"

"Dad's balls were way too close to Andy's face at one point. I thought he might just swallow them whole!" Lily exclaimed.

"Yeah, I thought that too. During the bench press. Can't say I was entirely too comfortable." I said, as I followed Max into the shower. He had already started the water and was getting wet under it. I could see the flow dropping off from his face to his body and then dripping off from his circumcised cock.

Lily continued, "You shouldn't be that uncomfortable. You guys have been naked all your lives around each other, as well as around Sara, Aunt Em and I."

"Yeah, but that doesn't erase the clear differentiation in treatment."

"Oh that. Well, that's important. It's very important that we protect female modesty, given how we operate as a society. Sara and I must feel safe, and I must say we do! A lot of it comes from knowing that we never have to expose our bodies to any male, friend, father, uncle or brother without us choosing to do so. The fact that Sara and i are wearing shorts and crop tops today, exposing some leg and belly is an active choice we made - you should feel proud of that!"

Sara chimed in, "On the other hand, a lot of that safety comes from knowing we are more privileged compared to you guys. Look at it, you're right - you don't have a semblance of privacy from us. Either of us or mom can, and have so many times, barge into your rooms or the bathroom without a knock. You have to be without a shirt in and around the house. You aren't allowed underwear - we can see you penises wobbling around through your shorts all day long! Mom told us once this openness is very important in making us feel that the power lies with us. And it does."

Lily continued, "Even now, we can just choose to hang with you in the bathroom while both of you are stark naked, balls exposed to our view and showering together. We are younger than both of you, and yet we choose how we see you. By the way, Max, please wash your balls properly. A bit more soap please. Yes, I know it might give you a boner, but that's ok. Cleanliness is a lot more important compared to having an erection in front of your cousins.

See, this is what I meant - I am so much younger than Max here. He has a very serious girlfriend, but as his cousin, I could still tell him to wash his balls better. I can see him popping a very uncomfortable boner because of it, but still tell him to do it. His privacy, his modesty doesn't matter nearly as much as my opinion. It makes me feel safe in the knowledge that I am more privileged!"

"Even our fathers can't escape this knowledge. I don't think dad has seen me naked for at least the last 15 years. Mom told me she wouldn't even let him in the room when I was changing as a toddler, even as my brothers played around naked in the house. I am sure Uncle Felix hasn't seen Lily naked in a while too.", Sara mused.

"Not since birth I think. Mom and then Aunt Em were very particular about my privacy. In fact, I remember dad having to stand naked in the hallway, because a 6 year old me wanted to use the bathroom. Now, that was a rush. Just yesterday, I walked in on dad showering. I told I needed to pee. He got out of the shower, he took his towel and went out of the bathroom. Still wet, with water dripping off his cock. When I unlocked the door and went out, there he was, standing on the towel, his penis still exposed. He wouldn't even use his hands to cover his bits in front of his daughter. That's how instilled it is in him. There are so many mornings when he has to pee in the toilet while I am brushing my teeth. He just has to stand there, and urinate while his daughter can have a full, unobstructed view of his penis as it releases."

By this time, both Max and I were sporting full blown boners, partly because of the conversation and partly because of having to wash our testicles, penises and undercarriage thoroughly.

Exiting the shower, we took our towels and dried off. Wet towels were to be disposed off in a basket kept by the bathroom. We did so, and walked naked to our rooms, with our sisters making their way downstairs, having made their point so eloquently. They certainly looked proud of themselves.

In nothing more than a pair of shorts, both Max and I went downstairs to find the rest of the family already gathered. From the top of the stairs, it looked so normal. A mother, a father, an uncle, two young girls and two boys. And yet it felt so odd, now that I had seen college.

All the men were shirtless and in cloth shorts. The women kept touching the men in casual ways, appropriating and at the same time, making conscious their nudity. The daughters seemed so at ease with their fathers and uncles, subconsciously cuddling with them, their arms around their naked waists.

Mum had picked up a glass of wine and the rest were having cans of beer. She casually let her hand rest on dad's thigh, and I could see a small tent now forming in his shorts. All of these men, not least Max & I, were fully exposed to all of these women just a short time ago. It wasn't the first time we would be. It wouldn't be the last time.

We were men of no modesty. We were subservient in a million different ways. And yet, we were loved. We were cared for.

Sara gave me a bright smile. She laid on the sofa with her head on my thighs. It was so close to my cock, I trembled. And yet it was sisterly, and nothing more. It was natural to her that her father and brothers were always in a state of undress, and she could see their anatomy any and every time.

It was a tortuous time. It was exhilarating!