My family weren’t nudists as such, but they certainly weren’t shy about nakedness. I thought nothing of walking around the house naked, until I got to about eleven or twelve years old. My breasts began to develop and other things started to happen, and I became acutely aware of my body. Having said that, I would have continued to walk around without clothes, but my incestuous relationship with my brother changed things. I’ve never been a shy girl but, as I was taking a sexual interest in my brother, I thought that part of keeping our relationship secret involved covering myself up. Nakedness had never meant anything sexual to me. It was only when I began to play sex games with my brother that nakedness became something sexual. There was a point when I again began to walk around the house naked, but my mother noticed my brother’s gaze, the glint in his eyes as he flashed me the odd knowing grin. From then on, stripping naked was something I only did with my brother.

As a family, we’d often go to the beach in the summer. I’d wear a swimsuit or bikini, but I’d have far rather been naked. There were times when I’d take my bikini top off and sunbathe, but other people on the beach frowned and obviously didn’t like the idea. It’s a shame because nakedness became something naughty and wrong, and I remember thinking that my body should never be seen by anyone. I think that may be why I now flaunt my naked body on my web site. Am I rebelling?

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