Ellen and Carla were both silently crying as they reached behind their backs and unhooked the bras they were wearing; Vic managed to keep himself composed, but there was no mistaking the shame and embarrassment Robert felt as the two of them began sliding their underwear down. Once they were naked, Vic simply stood up, his hands at his side, while Robert did his best to cover his pelvis while trying not to look as though he were doing so. Neither of them could resist looking before Ellen and Carla started to slide their panties down their legs. When they were also naked, both females tried to cover themselves, too: Ellen by putting an arm across her bust and shielding her pelvis with the other hand, while Carla clasped her hands in front of herself and using her arms to cover what she could of her breasts.
By the time the family was naked, the other two men had rejoined the one with the pistol and were standing behind and on either side of him; they were far enough apart that all three men had clear views of the entire family, who had all opted to look at the floor instead of each other.
After what seemed like forever, the leader of the group asked "Anything to say, dad? Make all this stop now?"
Knowing that he wouldn't be believed even if he told them again, truthfully, that all the valuables were at the bank, Vic said nothing.
After several seconds, the man with the pistol realized he wasn't going to get an answer, and said
"Okay, if that's the way you want it. All of you, hands at your sides. That means you, mom, and both of you kids. Do it!"
All three were blushing furiously as they did as commanded. None of the four could resist raising their heads enough to get a look at the others, however. Robert saw that his mother looked a lot more like the girls his own age he'd seen, with her smooth skin. Her bust sagged only slightly, and his eyes locked on her quarter-sized areolas and the pencil-diameter nipples that stuck out from them. When he dragged his eyes down, he saw that if she did anything to her bush, it couldn't be much more than trim it for the modest swimsuits she wore. Though Carla was standing next to him, she was still turned toward him enough that he could see she had slightly small breasts-each the size of half a small orange. His sister's areolas were only the size of a penny, dark like his mother's, with dime-size nipples sticking out of them. What he could see of her muff was that it was small, dark, and somewhat sparse; looking her over, he was hit with the realization that she was easily as attractive as any of the other girls he'd known before they moved.
For his part, Vic couldn't look at his daughter's nude form without feeling a sense of pride at how pretty she was. There was also a vague sense of arousal at the sight of her that he unconsciously quashed.
Next to her husband, Ellen took note of how lovely her daughter was, too; but she couldn't resist looking at her son, only to be surprised to see that he was getting visibly excited by the presence of naked females. She knew that it wasn't something he had much (if any) control over, but it still troubled her… particularly when she realized that it meant he was getting aroused by the sight of either his mother or his sister.
Embarrassed as she was to be naked in front of the others, Carla found that she was actually kind of glad that they were all nude: she was at an age where her curiosity about the male body easily overwhelmed her concerns about her own nudity, and she was being given the chance to see what guys really looked like when they got older, instead of having to imagine the changes they went through after they were like the babies she'd seen. Trying desperately not to be seeming to do so, she looked at her dad's workings-the flaccid penis that still somehow looked so big, and the sack hanging down with what looked like a couple of golf balls inside it; the entire area covered in thick, dark hair. When she finally shifted her attention to Robert, she was couldn't believe what she saw. Not only was his thing-his penis, she remembered-sticking out, but it seemed to be growing even as she looked at it!
Below his slowly growing member, she could see Robert's scrotum (she briefly felt pleased with herself for remembering) with his testicles inside. Though not as large as her father's, she still thought they and his penis looked pretty big, particularly since he was only a little more than a year older than she was.
She somehow found it a relief that Robert's pubic hair wasn't all that much more developed than her own, being a little bit thicker and covering only a little more area.
Blushing furiously as it happened, Robert wished that he could just fall into a hole and never be seen again as he felt his cock getting longer and harder. The last thing he needed or wanted was for his sister or his MOM to see him with a hard-on! But there didn't seem to be a damn thing he could do about it, even though he could usually distract himself by thinking about other things instead of his growing penis. He wished mightily that he'd never raised his eyes from the floor and looked at his naked mother and sister: both of them were better looking than he'd figured, and were right there with him; once he looked at real, live naked females… well, that was it.
His discomfiture was only worsened when one of the other men laughed and said "Hey, check it out… junior's getting a woody!"
That was promptly followed by the other asking "Who do you think it's for-his mom or his sister?" before both of them laughed.
Roberts penis had reached full erection when the man with the pistol said "Okay, dad, let's see how far you'll let things go before you give it up. Just tell us where the good shit is whenever you've had enough."
Addressing himself to Robert, the masked man told him "Junior, it sure seems a shame to waste that thing, young as you are. How about if I show you that I'm really not the asshole you probably think I am, huh?" When Robert didn't answer, the man went on "Just so you know what a great guy I am, I'm gonna let you learn some stuff you probably wouldn't find out about until you were older. For starters, Junior, what you get to do is play with tits. Go ahead and get your hands on your sister's-they aren't real big, yet, but they sure do look good, don't they? And missy, you don't do anything to stop him, right?"
Feeling herself blushing at the thought of her own brother playing with her breasts, Carla knew that the man was talking to her, and slowly shook her head to let him know she understood. Closing her eyes, she waited to feel Robert's hands on her.
At fifteen, Robert had been out on dates with girls before; the problem was that those dates were almost always only possible if one of his or the girl's parents were available to take them anywhere. Still, there had been other occasions where he'd been able to get alone with a girl with enough privacy that the two of them had been able to do a little exploring while they kissed. The thing was, that exploring had always been done from the outside, so even though he had some idea of what a breast felt like, he'd never actually had his hand directly on one. So despite the erection waving in the air in front of him, and the fact that it was Carla he'd be touching, he still couldn't help but experience a fair amount of eager anticipation at doing what the man with the gun had told him to. Slowly, so he didn't appear to be as eager as he really was, Robert stepped in front of his sister and brought his hands up, finally settling them on the mounds of her bust.
Even though Carla didn't know what to expect when Robert's hands reached her boobs, what she felt still surprised her: somehow, even though it was still just a pair of hands much like her own, his hands somehow felt different than when she did it. His touch felt… better, somehow; and she liked it.
Despite the thrill of having a pair of real naked tits in his hands, Robert managed to keep sight of the fact that they were Carla's tits. So when he started giving them some exploratory squeezes and saw her grimace slightly, he immediately reduced the pressure he was applying so he didn't hurt her. It took him only a moment to decide that he really liked breasts-particularly Carla's. They were somehow soft and firm at the same time, and delightfully smooth and warm in his hands. He happily spent considerable time just running his hands over them, gently squeezing them, and enjoying how they felt in his hands before moving on to find out what he could about her nipples. To his surprised pleasure, he found that he could softly tease the firm cylinders and roll them between his fingertips and get them to grow even longer as he watched the dark brown rings surrounding them pucker in sympathy. It was a fascinating sight to go along with the more tactile pleasure he was getting.