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Subject: Christmas with my Cousins – Chapter 1 This is a work of 100% fiction, so chill out. If you enjoy this, and other stories on Nifty, please help support it by making a donation today fty/. Comments and feedback are always welcome Christmas with my Cousins Chapter 1 “You’re going to your Aunt Katie’s and I don’t want to hear another word about it young man!” Ugh. That was my mom, ending what felt like the 20th argument in two weeks that we have had about my plans for Christmas break. My name is Brian O’Connell. I’m 14 and live in the suburbs of Chicago (the nice ones, not the scary ones). I’m 5’3″ and weigh about 165 lbs. I know…, I’m chubby, but I’m working on getting in better shape. Mom says I’m just big boned. My red hair and freckles make me look like a chunky little leprechaun. My parents are both short and chubby, so I guess it was inevitable that I would be built the same way. I get plenty of exercise playing football, hockey and baseball, but the weight just doesn’t seem to come off. I guess it’s hard to fight a double dose of fat genes. The current source of the friction between my parents and I was the plan to have me stay with my Aunt Katie for the ENTIRE Christmas break. Katie Taylor is my mom’s little sister. We all thought of her as a hippie, but Katie prefers to think of herself as a “free spirit”. Katie is married to my Uncle Bob. He is just like her. No one ever really knew what Bob did for a living. Seems like every time we saw them, he was doing something new — carpenter, guitar player in a band, fitness studio owner, “Life Coach” whatever that means, and most recently scuba instructor and part time treasure hunter somewhere on the coast of Spain. Some buddy of his thought he had found the wreckage of some Spanish ship, so they packed up their 3 kids and moved to Spain for 2 years of fruitless treasure hunting. Now they were back, along with new baby Fernando and living in San Diego. My grandmother (Dad’s mom) had passed away earlier in the fall, and my parents were planning to use some time off at Christmas to clean out her house and try to put it up for sale. Aunt Katie offered to have me come out and stay with her for a couple weeks and then my folks would come out and we’d all spend Christmas together at a cabin up near Mammoth Mountain Ski Resort. This would keep me out of my parent’s way, and she was hoping I could help her with the kids while they were out of school for the holiday. This sounded great to everyone but ME. I wanted to stay in Chicago, hang out with my friends, play hockey, and not spend my WHOLE break with my weird aunt and uncle and all their wild, hippie kids, but apparently my opinion didn’t matter. A few weeks later, school ended for the semester, and the next thing I knew I was at the airport at 7:00 AM with mom and dad and a giant suitcase. I had been on planes before, but this was the first time I’d flown by myself. I was still grumpy about having to go, but I had to admit I was excited about being old enough to travel solo. I hugged my parents goodbye. “Be good for Aunt Katie and be nice to the boys” Mom said. “Call us as soon as you land. We’ll see you Christmas Eve at the cabin” she added. “OK, Mom” I said and hugged them goodbye. The trip out to California went fine. It was a direct flight, so I didn’t have to worry about changing planes. When we landed in San Diego I texted Mom first, and then Aunt Katie. She said they’d meet me at baggage claim. I spotted her pretty quickly. As she looked around anxiously trying to find me, I walked towards her. It had been a couple years since any of us had seen Aunt Katie. She looked so much like my mom. Same height, same thick build, but not fat. She was 6 years younger than my mom, so she was in her mid 30’s. Katie had Mom’s wide hips and big breasts, but was more fit and thinner around the belly, giving her some shapely curves that Mom didn’t have. She was wearing dark grey yoga pants which showed off her big round ass and thick thighs, and a pink tank top with a sports bra underneath. I had never thought of her as sexy, but those yoga pants made her curves look better than I remembered. “Brian!!!” she yelled when she spotted me. “You’ve gotten so big! If it weren’t for that hair and those freckles, I may not have even recognized you.” Aunt Katie gave me a big hug with one arm, because in the other arm was little Fernando. He was almost 2 years old. He was born while they were in Spain, but didn’t look very Spanish — he had his mom and dad’s blond hair and blue eyes. “The boys are dying to see you” she said excitedly. She talked non-stop the whole way back to her house. I had never been to California before, but I quickly realized why people liked it here. It was 27 degrees and snowing when I left Chicago, and it was a beautiful, sunny, 75 degrees here in San Diego. I stared out the window at the palm trees and mountains (so different from flat Chicago) as she talked about their home in a little town on the coast called Moraira, Spain. She talked about Bob’s treasure hunt, about their new house, Bob’s new job…, etc. Christmas in San Diego looked a lot different from back home — people had Christmas lights strung on palm trees and cacti. Santa decorations often showed him in shorts and floral Hawaiian shirts. So weird. We wound our way through the hills and canyons until we finally got to their home. It was a nice looking, but istanbul travesti small, ranch-style house with stucco walls and red Spanish tiles on the roof. Christmas lights were strung across the front porch and there was a “surfing Santa” decoration on the lawn. There was a bicycle laying in the front yard along with various other balls and toys. There was a privacy fence at the end of the driveway so I couldn’t see into the backyard. I had barely gotten out of the car when the front door opened, and my cousins came bursting out to say hello. The first to greet me was the little guy — Benjamin. He grabbed me around the waist and gave me the best bear hug he could muster. Ben was 7 with sandy-blonde hair and hazel eyes. Daniel was the next oldest at 10. He looked more like me than the rest of my cousins — he had that same red hair and freckle gene that I had, and like me, was built stockier than my other cousins. And then there was Sam. He was the oldest at 12. He was trying to act more cool and calm than his brothers, but his big infectious smile gave away his excitement at me being there. Sam was blonde too, but I guess the California sun, or maybe Spain, had turned his hair lighter than I remembered it. Even though he was 2 years younger than me, he was only maybe an inch shorter. He had lost the baby fat that he had the last time I saw him, and had developed a lean, athletic build. Not skinny, but I guess just average — the kind of body I hoped to someday have. All three of them were talking at once and I could only catch bits and pieces of what they were saying. Something about “a pool”, “do I like to ski or snowboard?”, “getting to spend Christmas together…” it was all a blur. “Boys!” my Aunt Katie shouted, “quit harassing your cousin and help him get his things inside the house.” I grabbed my backpack, and Ben and Daniel wrestled with my giant suitcase. Sam had to help them lift it out of the trunk, and then Daniel was able to roll it inside, getting some help from Ben to get it up the 2 steps to the front porch. The house was small, but really nice inside. Brightly colored art covered the walls; and shelves and tables were filled with interesting artifacts, souvenirs and pictures of them in all places they had visited. I was a little jealous that these kids had traveled a lot more than I ever had. We passed by the kitchen and living room. The living room had a large sofa and a couple of old, worn chairs, but also had lots of brightly colored pillows on the thick rug, and a big tie dye tapestry on the wall. It was quirky but looked comfy. A small Christmas tree was in the corner with presents underneath. We went down a hallway to where the boys’ bedrooms were. Ben and Daniel shared the first room on the right. They had bunk beds on one wall, a dresser and desk on the other. Legos and Hot Wheels were scattered on the floor along with other random toys and clothes. Apparently, Aunt Katie wasn’t as strict as my mom when it came to keeping your room neat. Across the hall from them was the nursery and my uncle’s “studio”. I still wasn’t sure what he did in there, but there were medical-looking posters on one wall and a padded table of some sort folded up against it. Further down the hall was the bathroom that the boys shared and across from that was Sam’s room (my Aunt and Uncle’s room and bathroom were on the other side of the house somewhere). I was surprised by two things immediately — first, Sam’s room was clean and neat, no clothes on the floor or toys strewn about. And second, there was only one bed. Where was I supposed to sleep?? My aunt, sensing my concern said “Brian, we have an old cot we can set up here in Sam’s room, or if you’d like to be more comfortable, Sam has a full-size bed, not a twin, so there’s plenty of room in there for both of you.” “Uh, thanks Aunt Katie. I think the cot would be ok” I replied. I could not imagine sharing a bed with my little cousin for two weeks. Sam looked disappointed. As soon as my bags were in the room, Ben had me by the hand and was dragging me back out to the living room. “You’ve got to see the backyard!” he said. We went through the living room and through the kitchen to the back door. They had a large, covered patio with an outdoor dining area and BBQ grill. Windchimes hung from the ceiling and blew in the breeze adding to the hippie-commune vibe of their home. On the other side of the patio was a large hot tub. The backyard wasn’t very big, but it was nicely landscaped with trees planted along the back fence and lots of flowers and shrubs. Like the inside, there were pieces of art and sculptures scattered among shrubs and flower beds. The best part though was the swimming pool that took up most of the backyard! “Whoa” was all I could manage to say. It was one of those free-form shaped pools that looked like some sort of amoeba shape. There was a rock wall along the back side of the pool with a small waterfall coming off it and into the pool. On one end there was a large rock maybe 3 feet high, that you could jump off of. The house was built into the side of the hill, so beyond the fence was a steep hill with another house perched above it maybe 30 or 40 yards away. It looked awesome. Maybe these next two weeks wouldn’t be so terrible after all. “Can we go swimming Mom!” Ben shouted. “Sure boys, if your cousin wants to” she replied. All eyes turned kadıköy travesti to me. “The pool looks amazing, and I’d love to go for a swim, but I don’t think I brought a swimsuit. It was snowing when I was packing last night so I didn’t even think about it.” I said with some disappointment. “Well, I don’t think any of the boys’ suits would fit you, but we’re all pretty casual around here. Maybe even more so after living in Spain the past couple years” Katie said. “If you want to swim in your underwear that won’t bother anyone. Boys, maybe you all could do the same so Brian won’t feel out of place?” Apparently, Ben and Daniel didn’t need to think it over. They were already barefoot, and their shorts hit the deck before the words left Katie’s mouth. They pulled their shirts off as they ran towards the pool. I shot a glance at Aunt Katie and Sam. Sam was waiting on me before getting in, but the look on his face indicated he was ok with the idea. “Are you sure Aunt Katie?” I asked. “Of course Brian. That’s more clothes than those monkeys usually have on anyway” she grinned and nodded at the two that were already in the pool. “Come on! What are you waiting for?!” they shouted. I was embarrassed about swimming in my underwear, but the pool looked so great. “What the heck” I said with a smile and started to kick off my shoes. Sam grinned from ear to ear, took off his shirt and shorts revealing a pair of tight, blue, Adidas boxer briefs, and did a cannonball into the pool. I moved a little more slowly but stripped down to my Fruit of the Loom plaid boxer shorts, peeled off my hoodie and t-shirt, and jumped in. The pool was heated so the water felt great and soon we were all splashing and wrestling with each other. I hadn’t really noticed what the other two boys were wearing at first, but little Ben had on a pair of briefs with Captain America on them. Daniel was wearing plain white briefs. Every time one of them would climb out of the pool, the soggy underwear would sag halfway down their butt cheeks getting a laugh from all the rest of us. At one point, I dove in off the rock at the end of the pool and my boxers came down to my knees. I was definitely going to need a swimsuit if I was staying here two weeks. Sam was having better luck with his boxer briefs than the rest of us, but once wet they clung to him even more tightly. When he got up on the rock, you could clearly see his little cock and balls. Daniel’s white briefs, in addition to being so soggy they would barely stay up, were almost completely transparent when wet. His round little butt cheeks could be seen so clearly, along with the head of his little cock as it poked against the front of his undies. I struggled to keep my boxers from falling down but managed to not embarrass myself too badly. After what must have been the 10th time of Ben getting out of the pool and his underwear falling down, he said “this is stupid” and just pushed them down and kicked them off. I was laughing my head off at the naked little 7-year-old jumping off the rock, but it didn’t seem to bother him one bit. We played and swam for a bit longer until Aunt Katie and Uncle Bob came out on the patio carrying a couple of pizza boxes and a big bowl of salad. Little Fernando toddled along behind them wearing only a t-shirt and a diaper. “Who’s hungry?” Aunt Katie said and all of us scrambled out of the pool. I hadn’t seen Uncle Bob until then, so I grabbed a towel and chatted with him while I dried off. He looked older than the last time I saw him, but of course he said the same thing about me. He always had long hair, but now it was braided and hung down between his shoulders. Uncle Bob was still fit and trim and was maybe about 5’10” tall. He appeared to have some new tattoos on his arms that I don’t think were there before. Bob asked me about how my folks were doing, how school was going, and about last football season. He was excited to find out I was playing hockey now. I didn’t know that he had played when he was growing up in Minnesota. As I looked around, I was surprised to see that none of the cousins were changing back into their clothes. Ben had a towel wrapped around his waist, but his shorts were where he had left them, and the Captain America underpants were still soaking wet by the side of the pool. My other two cousins were sitting and munching away on pizza in their damp underwear with their towels draped over their shoulders. It felt strange to be eating dinner with them in my boxer shorts, but no one else seemed uncomfortable about it so I decided to go with the flow. Aunt Katie and Bob sipped white sangria and tried to get little Fernando to eat while chatting with me. The temperature had dropped, and it was starting to get a little cool outside. “Can we get in the hot tub?” asked Benjamin. I guess I wasn’t the only one getting cold. “Sure, you boys can hop in for a bit, but then you’ll need to come in and get cleaned up” Uncle Bob said. He handed Fernando to Katie and then went and opened the lid of the hot tub. Benjamin dropped his towel and strolled over naked to the tub and climbed in. I just grinned and shook my head at my little nudist cousin. The hot tub sounded great, but I was still enjoying the pizza. Daniel finished his last slice, wiped off his mouth and then got up and walked over towards the tub. When he was about halfway there, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his bakırköy travesti white briefs and slipped out of them. Tossing them aside, he climbed in opposite his brother. I think Aunt Katie noticed my surprise. “It’s like I said before Brian, we’re pretty casual around here” she said with a chuckle. Uncle Bob chimed in “we have a no swimsuit rule for the hot tub.” He went on to explain “first of all, if you wear swimsuits, the residue from laundry detergent makes the water get foamy when you turn on the jets. And second, and more importantly, it just feels better without them!” I didn’t know what to say. I guess I wouldn’t be doing much hot tubbing while I was here! Am I going to be spending the next two weeks with a family of hippie nudists?? “As you probably know Brian, we’ve always been a bit more relaxed and open-minded than your mom and dad” Aunt Katie added. “We’re not nudists, well maybe Benjamin is…” she said smiling and glancing over to him. His butt was sticking out of the water as he leaned over the side and pressed the button to change the color of the LED lights in the tub. “… but we did get more comfortable with social nudity, or naturism, during our two years in Spain. People there aren’t as hung up about naked bodies as we are here in the U.S. If you go to a beach there, it’s not uncommon for women to be topless, and for young kids like Ben, Daniel or even Sam to be playing naked on the beach.” Sam blushed a bit at this. “People there have a healthier attitude towards their bodies and don’t have the shame that most of us grow up with here. As we got more comfortable with it ourselves, we started to visit some of the nude beaches where everyone, including us, was naked.” I suddenly got a mental image of my curvy Aunt Katie naked — her big tits, her plump, round ass — and felt my cock give a little twitch. “We don’t want you to feel uncomfortable though Brian” said Uncle Bob, snapping me out of my fantasy… “Katie told me you forgot to pack a swimsuit. We’ll be happy to pick one up for you tomorrow. You can wear as much or as little as you like while you’re here. No judgement from us. And who knows, you may even decide you like it as much as little Ben over there.” I chuckled at that. “Thanks Uncle Bob, and Aunt Katie. I appreciate all of that. It just seems a little… ya know… weird to me.” Sam had been quiet during all of this but finally chimed in “You know Brian, it’s not as weird as it seems after a bit. The first time I was at the beach without any clothes on, I felt like everyone was gonna be staring at me and laughing. But no one cared. No one seemed to pay any attention at all, and after a while, I almost forgot I was naked. You’d be surprised at how quickly you get used to it.” And with that he stood up, dropped his boxer briefs and joined his brothers in the hot tub. I took a gulp of lemonade and just stared. What the hell was happening here? It just all felt so foreign to me. “Are you getting in?” shouted Daniel from the hot tub “Come on!” said Benjamin “Nah” I replied. “I’m tired. Maybe another time.” They didn’t tease me, or call me a chicken, they just let it go. I helped Katie and Bob carry in the leftovers and dirty dishes and played with Fernando while they cleaned up. “Do you want to watch some TV Brian?” Aunt Katie asked. “No ma’am. I’m pretty tired. If it’s ok I’m going to take a shower and head to bed.” “Sure thing honey. Bob, can you get that cot from the attic and set it up for Brian while he’s in the shower?” After my shower I dried off and had a towel wrapped around my waist while I brushed my teeth. There was a quick knock on the door and before I could answer, in walked my naked cousins – Ben and Daniel. “Hey Brian” was all they said and then turned on the shower and hopped in together. I just wasn’t used to being so casual around naked people. I had seen some of my friends naked when we changed to go swimming, or were changing clothes after a football or hockey game, but no one just strolled around naked. When I went back to Sam’s room, he was in there sitting on the bed with some loose basketball shorts on. My uncle had moved some furniture around to make room for the cot along the wall opposite Sam’s bed. There was a blanket, sheet and pillow neatly arranged on the cot. “Sorry if we weirded you out back there” said Sam sounding a little down. “Do you think we’re freaks?” “No, Sam, of course not” I lied. “I’m just not used to it is all. You know my mom and dad, they aren’t like your folks. Our house is boring and conservative and strict. You guys are fun, and carefree and kinda crazy. I wish my folks were a little more like yours honestly.” As I heard the words coming out of my own mouth, I realized I was what I was saying was true. My house was boring. I didn’t have brothers to play with, I didn’t have cool parents who did crazy jobs and traveled all over the world. I realized I was a bit jealous of their hippie lifestyle. “Do you mean it?” asked Sam “Yeah, buddy. I’m happy I’m here with you guys. I just need a little time to adjust to things here since it’s so different from my house.” “Cool!” Sam said excitedly. I decided to take my first baby step into the nudist lifestyle, so I dropped the towel from my waist and fished around my suitcase for some clean underwear. My back was to Sam, so I don’t think he got a good look at me, other than my chubby butt. I put on a pair of black boxer briefs and a t-shirt and left it at that. We talked for a little while about what we’d do tomorrow and the rest of the week. He went to take his shower after his brothers finished and I was asleep by the time he came back in. (To be continued)

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