I've been married for 15 years and have two children and a really great husband who is a policeman. He's been working in the sex crimes unit for about two years and some of the cases he has been involved in that he tells me about sometimes are horrific. Years ago I thought the way I grew up and some of the immoral things that went on were horrible. I now know it was not nearly as bad as the cases my husband and local police handle. I grew up in a very rural area of Nevada and my sister and I were raised by my mother and dad. My dad, who I didn't find out was not my real father until I was about 9 is the one who took advantage of my sister and I. My sister and I found out many years later that we both had different fathers and neither of us ever knew them. Doug was our father and the only man we knew of as our father who we called dad all our lives. What went on for many years with him I do consider child abuse but it was not exactly m****tation to us but more like manipulation that was partly known and accepted by my mother. It was never really called nudism but as early as I can remember at home my mother, dad, my sister and I were always naked unless we had company over. Our property was so large my sister and I even played outside naked. I am the oldest but both my sister and I were taken advantage of by dad for many years and it probably would have gone on much longer had he not had a stroke when I was fifteen. He never fully recovered from the stroke but is still alive today as is my mother. I still remember when I was in my late teens how he apologized a few times to my sister and I for the things he did. My sister and I have both forgiven him but we just don't talk about it anymore. I have told my husband much of it over the years and my husband still considers him a pervert or p**ophile. Oddly to me and my sister it was never anything we were fearful about I suppose because we were so use to being naked we weren't aware of how we were being abused. Since we saw my mother and dad naked all the time from a very young age I never gave my nudity around them much thought. Whenever we were all alone at at home none of us had clothes on. If we had company or were allowed to have friends over we always got dressed first. My mother also instilled to us not to tell our friends or school mates about our nudity at home. It just seemed like the normal thing to me and my sister.

The age this all started I simply can't remember but dad would take us into our room two or three times a week after we bathed and apply baby lotion or some type of body lotion to our bodies. We would lay down on a large beach towel and I guess you could call it a massage to a degree but our entire body would be done. It wasn't like he was assaulting us since I and my sister enjoyed it and it felt good. I never remember being embarrassed by it even though he was touching our private parts. As I got older he began having me put the body lotion on him and telling me it was ok to touch his penis and the rest of his body. As my sister got a little older she also did it to him and that is when we first began seeing him get erections all the time. At first he just said it was a normal man thing and after awhile instructed us on how to masturbate him which he just said was a stress relief for him. He always put the lotion on my sister and I first and the older I got the more aware I became of his erections as he did it. He always had the door locked but the fact is I never remember my mother knocking on the door or ever coming upstairs as this went on. My mother isn't well educated and I honestly think she is naive even today and doubt she was aware of what dad was doing with us those nights. He coached us on how to satisfy him and the two of us began masturbating him at the same time. He would have one of us jerking him and the other touching and massaging his scrotum. I don't ever remember him trying to penetrate me or my sister but there were many times when I got a little older that I did become aroused. He never caused me to have an orgasm but I think I began masturbating when I was about twelve. When I began getting my period it was dad who explained everything to me and my mother said a few things but it was mostly him talking about it. As my breasts developed it didn't stop him from applying the lotion and I never gave it much thought that anything was wrong with him doing that. As far as masturbating him I have to say it never bothered me doing it and admit it made me feel good knowing I was pleasing him. I always had a wet wash cloth to wipe off his semen after he ejaculated and when it was all over he always said thank you girls. As bad as this all sounds to me now in those days I had little or no guilt about it and once he became seriously ill I always felt sorry for him. As I got older I began to understand more the way he trained my sister and I and still was able to forgive him for it. As much as I have told my husband about it I myself can't imagine how many times I masturbated dad over those years. As stupid as this my sound I never hesitated to masturbate him when he wanted and enjoyed seeing him ejaculate knowing I was pleasing him. That sounds stupid to me now but at the time I went along with it.