Four

He had half hoped she would have covered up, but there she was fluffy pink slippers, shiny vagina, bare breasts pointing accusingly at him. Brain winced, and Marion grimaced before turning back to preparing the vegetables for lunch.
Isla offered an olive branch “Do you want a hand Mum?”

“That would be nice, dear”

Brian couldn’t believe his eyes; there they were, both stark naked peeling potatoes. Shaking his head he sloughed off to the lounge. The room was a littered with torn wrapping paper and his wife’s discarded clothes. Not having the will to tidy the room he sat disconsolately on the sofa as forlorn as Aenaes amongst the ruins of windy Troy. This was without out a doubt the best and worse Christmas ever. The best because his wife was stark naked in the kitchen preparing dinner. The worst because his nineteen year old daughter was also stark naked in the kitchen preparing dinner.

Suddenly his brain caught like the waterlogged engine of an old car. It spluttered and coughed and then as the fuel began to flow it roared into life.

“The Jenkins’ are invited to tea” he shouted at his wife’s bare behind.

“I’m sure they’ll understand, dear” replied Marion.

“What, you mean; you are going to stay naked?”

“You heard what I said, Brain.” She turned to her equally naked daughter. “Are you going to give up this environmental nonsense?”

“It’s not nonsense” replied Isla vehemently.

“Very well, then the clothes stay off”

“What am I going to tell Howard and Jill?” asked Brian desperately.

“I always find the truth refreshingly innovative”

“What” he screamed, “What” He paused for breath. “You want me to cancel them because you refuse to put some clothes on.”

“Who said anything about cancelling them” replied Marion evenly. “I’m sure they will understand, and I don’t think I have got anything either of them hasn’t seen before”

“Nor me” added Isla.

Brain slapped his forehead with his hand and stormed out of the room.

Marion continued to prepare the sprouts while her daughter carefully peeled potatoes. Neither spoke. Isla was just about coming to terms with her predicament. She had been on the longest rollercoaster ride of her life. The dull climb of a family argument had taken a sudden shock of a sickening drop into a naked void as her mother shed her clothes. This had been followed by a several savage twists and turns; another sinking drop when she felt a compelling gravity of obligation to bare all. Now Isla’s car was gliding serenely into the disembarkation hall where she found herself chatting nonchalantly with her equally naked mother about the state of the turkey in the oven. Slowly the enormity of what she had done rose over her like a harvest moon in the September sky. She had let her father see her, all of her, breasts, bottom and worst of all her vagina freshly shaved of all pubic hair that very morning. Nobody had mentioned that yet, eerily nobody had mentioned her naked body at all. Slowly and surreptitiously Isla looked at her mother. The last time she had seen her naked was as a child in the swimming pool changing rooms. Her mother was much as she recalled, heavy breasts and the same thick bush of pubic hair that had so fascinated her then. It came to Isla as a sudden flash that for her mother, Isla’s body had changed little. Her breasts were there, but rather small, and of course she had meticulously removed all signs of maturity with a fresh razor just a few short hours ago.

Just as Isla’s storm tossed ship nosed quietly into safe harbour Marion was beginning to wonder if she may have gone a bit too far. She had planned an outing this holiday and she had cynically used her daughter’s sincere beliefs as an excuse to bare all. She hadn’t expected her Isla to join her, and a nude Christmas was never part of her plan. Now she was trapped in her own web staring at a naked dinner with her daughter, followed by a big surprise for some of her oldest friends.

“Mum” Isla’s voice broke into her thoughts “what are we doing?”

Resisting the urge to reply “making Christmas lunch dear” Marion sighed and turned to her daughter “I don’t know” she said with a hint of despair, “it just got out of hand”

“I’ll put the kettle on” said Isla, the typical British response to any crisis.

Marion watched her daughter as she made the tea. Not an ounce of spare flesh spoiled the outline of her body. Marion sighed to herself as she recalled how she had once looked as slim. Not for the first time she wished she had discovered the joys of being naked when she was younger and had a figure to flaunt.

“Mum” began Isla in a quiet voice “you’re not going to stay like this for the rest of the day are you?”

Marion gave out a sigh. “No dear” Isla misinterpreted her mother’s reply as remorse for her situation. Marion’s disappointment actually lay in her decision not to spend the rest of the day naked. She had shocked Brian, but it was very clear that he would cancel before allowing their friends to see them naked.

“So shall we get dressed then?” Isla enquired.

“Oh not just yet” replied her mother, “I’m just beginning to feel comfortable. You can get dressed if you like”
“No, I’ll wait for you” Isla paused before admitting “it is quite nice isn’t it”

“You know” said Marion “I think your father is missing out on something.”

“Mum you wouldn’t”

But Marion was gone.

Brian stared up at the door as it opened to reveal his still naked wife.

“For God’s sake Marion” he began.

“I’ll ring Jill and explain the situation, I’m sure it will be fine”

“Please Marion” he begged.

“Oh come on Brian, we’re old friends, I don’t mind them seeing me in the nude”

“Neither do I” said Isla entering the room.

“You don’t mind them seeing your mother naked either, is that what you’re saying?” Brian asked, hoping that was what she meant.

“No dad, I don’t mind them seeing me in the altogether” This is what Brain feared she meant.

He groaned and held his head in his hands. He wasn’t sure whether his daughter was serious but he was sure that Marion would be there wearing just a smile as she offered around the mince pies and mulled wine. After all to anyone who was prepared to trip down the back lane stark naked on an ice cold winter’s night was capable of anything.

“Tell you what sweetie” said Marion “We’ll do you a deal”

Brian looked up from the chair. There they stood two little buff peas in a pod, all shiny and gleaming in the glow of the Christmas tree lights.

“We’ll have dinner in the nuddy and then get dressed for Howard and Jill”

Brain leant back and sighed. He’d much rather they both got dressed straight away, but at least there would be no awkward situations.

“So what do you say Dad?”

“Ok, that would be acceptable”

“Right” said Marian brightly “get your kit off”