Whether you want to call us Naturists or Nudists, it makes no difference. It's the same thing.
My name is Elena. I'm seventeen. My brother's name is Val and he's fifteen.
Our parents, Rocco and Marie, have always been naturists, living in those private colonies we all hear about.
So, our young lives were spared the awkwardness of non-awareness, right from the get-go.
From the moment we could comprehend, we were told about why boys and girls have different bodies, and contrary to what you might hear, we were specifically forbidden to experiment on each other - that is, Val and me, while we were kids.
As we aged and comingled with other kids in the colony, there was the inevitable pairing off in the woods by adolescents, but that was no different than the same rituals practiced in cities, except we had a head start, being already naked, when the time came to finally experiment with a boy.
Also, to let you in on a little secret, it's NOT true that years of nudity could prevent a boy from sporting an erection when he was excited.
Some boys got erect from a cool breeze. Others got erect in the company of other boys, Val told me, even though there was no touching or apparent gay behavior. Could those be piss hardons?
This is a true story that happened 3 years ago.
My mother is a typical Indian woman, I never thought of her as beautiful, just normal, she always wore sari's that were quite baggy, she was 36 years old and I was 19, she had brought me up by herself as my father died before I was born, due to a accident at work, She was a dutiful mother and at no time did I see her show any interest in another man.
We had our own business dealing in groceries, the shop was very profitable, and we had no money worries.
One day I was sitting at home watching the television when my mother came home from the shop and informed me that she had been invited to a banquet to honour her achievements in the grocery business, she said that normally she always refused the yearly bash, but as she was to be honoured thought that she should attend, I was sort of half listening and half watching the TV, my mother raised her voice and asked what I thought, I replied I thought she should go, at which she then informed me that she would need a escort for the evening, I questioned who she was thinking of taking at which my mother said I was hoping you would come with me, as I would not dream of going with another man, and more important I know of no men, I'm still married to your father and that would be disrespectful, I said but mother he has been dead for nearly 20 years now, don't you think you are entitled to some fun in your life.