I think some of us girls are not turned into nymphs but we are born nymphs. I remember when I was really young, my dad would go barefoot jogging on the beach with me on his shoulders. I was young enough to be naked on the beach or I would wear bikini bottoms and would press my pussy against the back of his neck and love bounce that reverberated deep within me. At home our family usually were dressed in little or nothing at all. I would love my dad playing the bouncing game, as I would straddle his knee or thigh and get all wet. It seems my dad either didn't notice or he didn't mind. My two older brothers would horse around with me and I pushed my pussy against their body hoping that they'd reciprocate. When I was 12 my mom died. All the sudden my dad new rules. We all had to wear at least panties or briefs and I had to wear a t-shirt since I was starting to blossom and the only girl in the house. I think my dad and brothers started to push me away because they didn't know how to deal with me turning into a young lady. I was hurt and I wanted my dad and brothers inside me even more. We had two computers in the house. One that my dad had in his room and one my brothers and I would share. I really got into looking at the porn they were watching. At first my brothers would threaten me, but I told them I would tell, so they left it alone. I would then watch it and purposely let them catch me fingering myself. One day my oldest brother and I were home alone while my other brother and dad went duck hunting. I was really horny and felt that this was the time, at 14 I was going to lose my virginity. I left my door ajar and knelt near the edge of my bed with my face down, and hand between my legs, my pussy and ass was in direct view of the door. I moaned knowing he could hear me across the hall where he shared a room with our other brother. When I heard him move I got really wet with anticipation. I knew he was quietly watching, blood was rushing to his cock while he tried to rub himself in silence. And then I said his name followed by, "help me." He was scared and unsure, but I told him to come and said, "help me" again. He knelt behind me and took me with his mouth and fingers and with a flip I was on my back and he was fully inside me, riding me, bringing me to ecstasy. He came inside of me and we laid there and then he started to panic. I reassured him that I had the birth control implant since our dad arranged for me to go with a friend as he knew I would probably lose my virginity early. My oldest brother and I made love so many times that week that I lost count. He would talk about guilt almost every time, but I showed him all the incest sites I could find and let him know that this is something I really wanted. After visiting so many sites, he started to get turned on by all those who were into the taboo. He became comfortable and shame free. My other brother, just a year older than me started to get jealous about our older brothers relationship with me and started to act out. So, I knew it was time for him too. I asked him if he could guess why I was getting so close to our older brother. He didn't know. I told him that I loved him and wanted to be close to him too. He told me he loves me too. I then I asked him if I could talk to him about anything and that he would love and support me. He said yes. I then told him, "I think I'm a nymph." He was silent. I then told him that being with strangers could put me at risk so I masturbate. His body shifted ever so lightly, I could tell he was uneasy yet getting aroused. He managed to put on the older brother face and tell me that masturbation is normal everyone does it. I then put my arms around him and gave him a hug. He hugged back but pushed his butt away from me hoping I would not notice he was erect. I then whispered in his ear, "Masturbation isn't enough." He's breathing got really shallow. Home alone, our older brother, in on keeping dad away, helped me with my plan. I asked my brother with me to look at me as I stood up. I told him I was a nudist deep in my heart and that the human body is beautiful, "Can I just be myself?" He said, "Yes." I took off my shirt. I asked, "Am I beautiful?" He whimpered, "Yes." And I asked are my breasts too small? He managed, "No, they'll grow." I took off my bottoms and I think he stopped breathing. And I said, you know, some taboos are illogical. I can't get pregnant with this implant. I got real close to him to show him and whispered sibling love is quiet common, but rarely talked about. In countries like Japan it is pretty common to keep it in the family until you move out or get married. He said, "Really?" And with that, I put his hand between my legs, followed by guiding his cock within me. He trembled like a young white Arabian stallion, fearful and delighted all at once. He pulled out, streams of cum linked between him and me still spilling out of him. His guilt and shame I dealt with the same way as I did with our older brother. We three would hurry home from school every day. Eager to explore the internet and each other, we became lovers, and advocate of consensual incest through anonymity online. Over time, my brothers would also pleasure each other and give me the experience of double penetration. I started to steer them towards my ultimate fantasy while checking out the latest incest porn online. Father incest. I told them this is what I really want to feel complete. We talked about it, they never thought I would go through with it. So we begin to put my long game into action. One day for our family meeting. I sat my "innocent" looking brothers down with my dad and basically gave them a presentation of nudism and that deep down I was a nudist and that's how we were raised until mom died. I told my dad that I'm not ashamed and I hope he's not ashamed of me or embarrassed by sensuality or sexuality. I took off my clothes and then my brothers did the same "sheepishly." My dad said he supports us being a nudist family again, but he's not ready just yet to shed his clothes. We all hugged and over the next couple of weeks, my brother and I were clothes free in our home and back yard of our property. One Sunday morning he was sitting on the lawn chair reading the paper totally naked. He's handsome, young looking (only 36 at the time) and really fit. I just smiled at him and went up to him. sat down on his chair and kissed and hug him saying, "I'm proud of you." Over the next couple of years, we really got involved with the nudist community as a family. We went to Tantric lectures, we also started doing naked yoga. My oldest brother went to work for our dad while saving up money for UCSB. I loved to lay with dad sitting on opposite sides of the couch during television watching or while reading a book. My legs would be spread in a casual way so that my pussy would be gaped and exposed. I would love the feeling of me getting wet as I imagined him stealing glances or resisting looking. As my bush started to grow in, I told my dad that he's the only one I trust to wax me. So, he started to do that after feeling awkward about it at first. My brothers would walk around with semi or full hard-ons and my dad got upset at first, most likely because he thought that was the correct reaction, but I told him, "Dad, you know it's natural... we shouldn't hide what's natural between family." My dad likes online porn, like most dudes, so I would often walk in on him jacking off and he'd freak out. I told him, "Dad, it's alright, its normal." My brothers and I really started to be extra touchy feely and cuddled allot in front of dad. We really got into family massages and finally my dad stopped worrying about getting aroused during massages. One day we all went to hear this guru who advocates Tantric free-love and he talked about intimacy through non-judgmental honesty. Our family sat in a circle for a communication exercise. Feeling unconditional acceptance and free to be totally honest. I told my dad about my true self as a nymph being one of my attributes and I own it and I'm not ashamed about it. I told him that I feel that sexual intimacy between family is the most beautiful thing in the world if it is consensual and done out of respect and love. I then told my dad that my brothers and I are sexually intimate and my dad said, he knew deep down. I ended with, "One day, when you're ready, it's my dream to make love to you." With tears in my eyes and warmness in his. My dad approached me and hugged me, and thanked me for trusting him to be totally honest with him. My brothers also laid themselves bare followed by my dad confessing that he was finding it hard to not look at our bodies. We told him, "What's the point of being naked if you can't look." As the guru said, "We must not look away from beauty, but embrace its infinite ability to feed our souls." From that day, my dad practiced looking casually and without shame and that was enough for me, for a little while. After my coming of age birthday celebration, I left the party rather than hanging out with friends, I insisted that I was tired and went home with dad. My brothers knowingly stayed behind. The air in the pickup during the ride home was thick with anticipation. Once home, my dad pecked me on the cheek good night, and then went to bed. After about an hour of me just laying in my own bed, restlessly anticipating, I finally got the courage to get up. I quietly tip toed to his room and noticed his door was ajar. I didn't hear him snoring so I knew he was awake. Naked on top of the sheets, window open with the moonlight casting its gentle glow on his body. I pushed the door further open to slip into his room. I closed the door behind me and stood there waiting, breathing, hoping for some kind of clue to move forward. His eyes were closed, his breathing had all but stopped and then I saw his penis stir so lightly and then rising into a cock. I moved forward towards my welcome sign. I crawled across his bed and moved over him, straddled his thighs with mine and sunk his large thick slightly tanned pink cock deep within my pink folds. I rode him absolving him from any initiation. This was my choice! I rode him thinking of all those times I was pressed against the back of his neck and bouncing off this knees and thighs. I rode him with downward thrusts filling me, and in back and forth grinds. He could pretend no longer, his hands grips my waist and began to guide me and bounce me as he trusted up repeatedly with increasing rapidity. His eyes staring into mine and with his body glistening with beads of sweat. Suddenly he expertly maneuvered one of my legs under one of his and had me in a jack-knife type position bringing me to even greater pounding and ecstasy. We both are now partially sitting and supporting ourselves with our feet and thighs and knees, we are kissing and thrusting. Never had I been so passionately been made love to or so deeply fucked. In Unison, we reached orgasm with primal grunts, gasps, and shivers. We just stayed connected our breathing and kissing passionate, slowly recovering from the intensity. Finally, we collapse, our thighs separating and his juices spilling from inside me. There I lay in his arms, happy, guilt free, and feeling complete. This is my true story of how I was born to be a nymph and seduced my brothers and dad. Today, I'm proud to say we live happy intimate lives and meet up with other families who practices adult consensual incest. Each of us are in a relationship with someone from a free-love family. I'm 21 now and enjoy being in a polyamorus community. No regrets, just the amazing memories to share.