When their car pulled into the driveway Mom called us all outside to greet them. I cringed, but when the adults got out they remarkably unfazed. Then my cousins Debbie and Karl got out and the surprise was on us! We matched! They too were completely naked and sexless!

"Uh, Karl?" I greeted the taller of the two. There was little else to differentiate them. They were both equally muscular, and both had small, barely noticeable breasts. Both had new hairstyles.

"No, I'm Debbie, but that's OK. Lots of people get us mixed up," the taller one replied.

"What happened? Did you get caught and punished for something?" Bess asked.

"The cops caught us at a blow job party," Debbie explained. "You know, girls were sucking guys and guys were sucking girls. The cops rounded up all twelve of us, ran us through night court, and then dumped us at Liberty Clinic. The next morning we all went home sexless."

"How long ago was that?" I wondered aloud.

"About six months," Karl replied, and that's when it hit me. Our parents had gotten the idea of flattening us from my aunt and uncle. And in six months or less, there'd be no way of telling which of us were ex-guys and which were ex-girls!

"It's not so bad," Debbie continued. "Now that we're flat, we can fool around all we want. Everybody knows nothing will come of it. Plus, it's become a status symbol, a badge of honor."

"How can that be?" Charlie wondered.

"The flats have all had sex. The ones with packages and clothes haven't," Karl explained.

"They might've had sex and not got caught," I pointed out.

"Well, once or twice, maybe, but eventually everyone gets caught," Karl assured me.

"So, the coolest kids get flattened and the nerds and wallflowers don't," Bess surmised.

"Yeah, that's about it," our cousins agreed.

"Anyway, welcome for the weekend," we greeted them, and then they landed long, naked, full-body hugs and kisses on each of us.

Having Debbie stroke my butt was fine but I recoiled when Karl did it. He didn't let up, though, and after a while I decided it did feel good. Maybe it was OK because neither of us were guys anymore. For sure, we didn't have dicks or balls anymore. Gay means two people with the same sex organs, right? But we had no sex organs, and that seemed different, so I pulled him closer and grabbed his ass in return. I still preferred tangling with Bess or Debbie, though.

* * * * *

Neither Debbie nor Karl had anything to unpack, so we spent the afternoon just hanging around and tangling. If anything, Karl and Debbie were more into it than we were. When the Williams saw us rolling around on the front lawn they came over and joined us.

At dinner the adults remained fully dressed and talked quietly at one end of the table. The rest of us sat at the other end, naked of course, and we kept rubbing, tickling, and feeling each other up. When the adults noticed they just smiled, rolled their eyes, or did nothing. They must've talked it over in advance.

* * * * *

After dinner we decided to take in a movie. I knew my friend Mike wanted to see the same show, so I called and asked if he'd like to come along. He did.

Karl spent quite a bit of time arranging his hair and then, to my surprise, putting on makeup. It wasn't a lot, like a girl would wear, but it was visible and it did change his look. He offered to help me with my face but I declined.

* * * * *

Mike showed up with Julia Smithers, both, of course, fully clothed. After spending the day with my brother, sister, and cousins all naked, seeing Mike and Julia in clothes actually seemed strange and confining. Then Mike got an erection that was clearly visible despite his pants, and he seemed very uncomfortable with it. I suppose it was because of Bess, Rhonda, Therese or Debbie but there was no way of telling for sure.

Because there were ten of us we took two cars. Bess drove our car, accompanied by Charlie, Rhonda, Seth, and Debbie. Mike drove his car with Therese in the front seat. That left Karl, Julia and me in the back seat.

Sitting next to Julia was awkward to say the least. Every time the car sped up, slowed down, hit a bump, or turned a corner I felt Julia's clothes rubbing against me. Among the rest of us, touching and feeling and rolling around had become normal. Not doing it would have been an insult. Julia, of course, was off-limits, and that seemed unnatural.

After a while Mike grew remarkably flushed. Maybe it was from being in a car with three naked people. Maybe it was because of Therese sitting naked next to him. Maybe it was because of something Therese did to him. Who knew?

In back, Karl shifted seats so he'd be in the middle and we could roll around together. Julia was all eyes but stayed against the door. Up front, I think Therese eventually did feel up Mike, because his neck kept getting stiffer and redder.

* * * * *

At the movies our group was almost remarkably unremarkable. I spotted several groups of flats in the ticket line, a few more lined up for concessions, and of course some entering the auditorium. I wondered how many were couples who got caught having sex together, how many got caught doing something else, such as our own little family affair, and how many were voluntary. Several were clearly over twenty-one.

"Lucky ducks," Mike remarked as we waited for popcorn.

"Who?" Bess asked.

"The flats," he replied. "I mean, they've all had sex and they can all go naked and being flat is so trendy. Look around. All the most attractive people are flat."

I did look around and for the most part, Mike's statement was true. Most of the flats seemed outgoing, attractive, and physically fit. They were probably the ones who'd had the most chances for sex. The nerds and geeks all wore clothes. Or was it that being naked made people more interesting and wearing clothes made them look nerdy?

"I think it's really hot that you go naked all the time now," Mike told Bess.

"Why? Nothing can come of it," Bess responded.

"Nothing can happen between me and Julia anyway," Mike stated. "If it did, somebody would catch us and we'd get flattened. Except afterwards, we could go back and do whatever we'd been caught at, and then it would be OK."

"You couldn't fuck or suck or jerk off," Bess pointed out.

"That doesn't seem to stop you guys," Mike observed.

"If you're so hot on it, why not go in voluntarily, or deliberately get caught?" Debbie asked pointedly. I think the conversation was boring her.

"Deliberately how?" Julia asked.

"Do just about anything in public," Debbie replied. "You know, fuck each other, suck each other, jerk off, jerk each other off, just feel each other up hot and heavy."

"We're not really into each other that much," Julia explained.

"You don't need to be into anyone to jerk off in public," Debbie responded with a sigh.

* * * * *

I guess the movie was pretty good but I didn't actually see much of it. Instead, Bess, Karl, Debbie, and I spent a lot of time groping at each other. Nobody seemed to care what we did as long as we were quiet.

The security guard did catch Mike and Julia masturbating, though, and almost immediately two policemen dragged them and a pair of cuddled-up girlfriends off to Liberty Clinic.

* * * * *

That night I slept with our cousin Debbie. My sister Bess slept with cousin Karl. Our parents looked in but said nothing because they knew nothing could happen. Nevertheless, it felt good to kiss and cuddle.

Sunday afternoon Mike and Julia were back from Liberty Clinic, both completely naked and smooth. They literally couldn't keep their hands off each other.

Later we all sat in a circle on the living room floor. First we played strip poker, which you might think is pretty boring when everyone starts out naked, but we played a rule that whoever loses has to do whatever the winner says. This led to quite a bit of hugging, kissing, tucking, licking, fingering each other's butts, and various other sexless sex play. When that got old we tried strip blackjack and then strip paintball. We also tried strip baby oil mosh pit but that degenerated quickly. Dinner was a buffet, after which Karl and Debbie headed home with their parents.

* * * * *

I almost spent the night with Seth, but then Charlie seemed hurt by something. "You should sleep with me before the neighbors," he confided.

"It seems kind of weird sleeping with an ex-guy," I told him.

"But you're ready to sleep with Seth," Charlie complained, "and anyway, Seth snores."

"How do you know that?"

"I slept with him last night. And I'm as smooth and flat as Bess, Rhonda, or Therese. What are you going to do after their breasts have nearly disappeared and yours have filled out? We'll all be the same. We are now."

"OK," I assured him, and then we did sleep together. As promised, he was as smooth and flat and affectionate as any of the ex-girls, and his butt was just as nice to hold. Plus, he didn't snore.

Perhaps being flat wasn't so bad…