1. Dancing


    Date: 7/23/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 83, Source: xHamster

    &#034What are you doing?&#034 I sat down on the steps, the wide wooden stairs of our back porch. &#034Hey Kris. I'm just sitting.&#034 My b*****r shrugged. The sun was going down behind the not very old maple trees in our backyard. It wasn't much of a view, since we lived in the middle of Suburbia. A thousand identical houses, all lined up nice and neat. It was easy to get lost and if you weren't careful you could walk into a stranger's house by mistake. I'd done that when I was 17 and a little d***k after a party. My boyfriend had missed my street by two blocks and I snuck in through the open back door and halfway upstairs before I realized the pictures on the wall weren't of my mom and dad. That had freaked me out, but it was a good story and I liked to tell it. Nobody ever believes me though. Except the people who grew up in my neighborhood, they just nod, knowing how that really could happen. My b*****r Steve and I are twins, but not identical, since I was, and still am a girl. He's a boy, obviously, so we look a little different. Being twins was nice though. I mean I always had a friend growing up, because Steve was always that, my friend maybe even more than he was my b*****r. He was my best friend, which sounds dumb. Like you can't have a best friend for a b*****r for some reason, they're mutually exclusive. It's like those people, those guys who say their best friends are their wives. It's a nice sentiment, and people want to believe it, but no one really does. Not in ...
    their hearts, because they've never felt it. But I did. We did, Steve and me, and it was very nice. &#034Nancy?&#034 I put my elbow on my knee and propped my head on my hand, looking at him sideways. &#034Yeah.&#034 He frowned. &#034She didn't say anything.&#034 &#034What did you say?&#034 &#034I just asked her why she wanted to break up.&#034 Steve looked down, between his feet. &#034No reason?&#034 I asked, knowing it was because my b*****r was leaving her, but what did he expect? &#034Nope.&#034 He snorted. We were both eighteen then, and getting ready to go to different colleges. He wanted to be an architect, so he was going to some fancy school in Chicago, the Illinois Institute of Technology. I just wanted a degree in basket weaving or something, seriously, I didn't care. I was going to college probably just to meet a guy I could fall in love with. Not that I was set on it, but I'm saying that's the reality of it. Carefree and without ambition, I was just going to have fun. We envied that in each other, I think, my b*****r and me. He was always serious, getting his straight A's in school, knowing exactly what he wanted to be, making his plans for the future. And I just laughed and flirted, joined all the fun clubs and cheerleading and all that stuff. I even ran for class president in my senior year, just to tease my b*****r when I won...But I didn't. He did. That was okay though, I voted for him. He told me later that he'd voted for me, and we'd laughed about it, lying ...
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