I think I posted this before; either I didn't successfully post it, or it was deleted by an admin very quickly. With Brad's suggestions, I'll try again. I point out that this is a real life situation that very probably had a lot to do with starting my interest in CFNM, even though the term didn't exist back then (late 1960s). This is a COULD HAVE, but DID NOT happen event. It involves my sister and me, a minor at the time (she was 18 and I was 16), so if either of those facts bother you, feel free to quit reading. Admins, feel free to delete the post if it violates the rules. I have re read them, and don't believe that it does. Now, on to the story.
My sister worked part time in the children's wing of a hospital. Part of her duties were to have the patients do little art projects to help fill their day and take their minds off of their current situation. She would always do the crafts at home, for practice as well as to help her judge the difficulty level and time obligations. It was the Christmas season, so this particular week she had the patients make a "Christmas Star" out of plastic drinking straws and yarn, from which the star would be hung. Once she had made her star, our parents decided that she could hang it in the house. Of course, that meant taping the yarn to the ceiling, not putting a hook up there. My sister is short, and standing on her toes on a dining room chair, she could barely touch her fingertips to the ceiling. I was a bit taller, and standing on the chair I could get my hand flat on the ceiling. Naturally, it became my job to hang the star. It wouldn't have been a big deal, except for the fact that about every other day the tape would pull loose and the star would have to be rehung.
On this particular night, our parents had gone to a Christmas party and wouldn't be home until late. I had gone into my room and was trying to get interested in some basketball game on my television, while my sister watched some Christmas special on the family television. I had begun to regularly sleep in the nude when I was about 14, and had stripped before getting into bed to watch the game. Because I hadn't told my sister I was in my room for the night, and knew there was a possibility that I might want to get a drink or something, I simply dropped my clothes on the floor between the two beds. My room also served as a guest bedroom when we had overnight visitors, in which case I had to sleep on the living room couch. Anyway, naturally the star fell again, and my sister simply walked into my room to tell me. She immediately noticed the pile of clothes on the floor, with my underwear on top of the pile. She could also see that I wasn't wearing a pajama shirt. I knew why she was there, but asked anyway. Rather than immediately answer, she asked why I was in bed, and if I was wearing my pajama pants. I answered in a disgusted tone of voice, and told her that I wasn't wearing anything, because I hadn't decided between staying dressed, or getting (un) dressed for bed. She finally told me that the star had fallen again. I reminded her that that was known to happen, too often, asked her what I was supposed to do about it. She kind of laughed and told me to get out of bed, go downstairs, and rehang the star. This is where the CFNM could have happened. I sarcastically told her that I couldn't do that, because she would see that I was naked, then she would be embarrassed about being the only person in the house wearing clothes, and I wanted to spare her the embarrassment. Actually, I was a little pissed about this star falling so damn often, and having to be the one to always rehang it, even though the whole process would take less than five minutes. She made some sarcastic comment and walked out of my room. As soon as she was gone, I got out of bed, put on my underwear, and walked down the hall to the stairway. I heard her being over dramatic downstairs as she worked to rehang the star. I laid down on the floor, peeked around the stairway wall, and told her that if she really needed my help, I'd immediately go downstairs, wearing what I was wearing at the moment. Of course, she expected me to be nude. I was expecting her to accept my offer, and was looking forward to seeing her expression when I stood up and she saw that I was wearing underwear, rather than being nude. She declined the offer, I went back to my room, dressed, and joined her in the living room where we watched the rest of whatever show was on television. Neither one of us ever talked about the night again.
There you have it. A boring story of something that might have happened, and would have if I had taken advantage of the opportunity. At this time in my life, my sexual fantasies involved playing some sort of stripping game with various female classmates, where we had equal chances of winning. Actually losing and appearing nude in front of a female would have been a terrifying thought, but had some appeal, regardless. My fantasy of what would have happened starts at the point where my sister told me to get out of bed and go downstairs to rehang the star. I imagined myself throwing back the sheet and blankets and getting out of bed. Then, instead of putting on my underwear or even a robe, I'd go downstairs and take my time rehanging the star, asking for her help at various times. Honestly, if I did get out of bed when my sister told me to, except for the quick unavoidable flash, I'm sure she would have found some way to avoid even a quick glance in my direction.
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