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Dancing
Date: 7/23/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 83, Source: xHamster
neatly folded clothes away from him so he could scoot back and lean against the wall. I really hadn't packed hardly at all, but the last thing I wanted was my mom's help. So I'd told her a little white lie. I had time anyway, I wasn't going out and I wouldn't be able to sl**p. I always waited until the last minute for stuff anyway, it was as much in my nature as it wasn't in Steve's. For being twins, we sure were opposites in a lot of ways, but mostly in ways that sort of complimented each other. "Yeah, me too." I giggled. "I just can't believe you said orgy. I'll be getting phone calls from dad every day." "Heh." Steve smiled at me. "What are you doing?" My big suitcase was in the middle of my room, on the floor. I'd pulled the top drawer of my dresser out completely and I just dumped everything that was in it into the open suitcase. It was all panties and socks, a couple half-slips, maybe an old pair of tights and some nylons I never wore. Junk like that. "Packing." I grinned at him. "Why, how do you do it?" "Not like that." Steve laughed. "You're pretty hopeless, here..." I stood there in my cutoff shorts and a Metallica t-shirt that I'd swiped from Chuck and never given back, watching as Steve slid off the bed and onto the floor. "Fine." I made a little face, because folding panties and socks had never made a lot of sense to me anyway. So we sat down together and started digging through my underwear, ... sorting it out. "These are mine." Steve held up a pair of blue boxers. "I borrowed them." I shrugged. "I was looking for these!" "You liar! I've had those for a year." I took them out of his hands, folding them up. "I'm keeping them now." "Why do you want my boxers?" He took them back. "You got more underwear than anybody I ever met." I laughed at that, cause I did have a lot, but most of them were old anyway. Some of my panties had holes, some had stretched out waistbands, some were just...ugly. "Give me those, come on." I reached for them again, but Steve pulled them away, holding his boxers out of reach. "I like to sl**p in them." "You sl**p in my underwear?" He chuckled. "So?" I put my hands down, playing possum. "I'll trade you for them." "Trade me what?" He laughed. "Some of your panties? I don't think I want to sl**p in your underwear, s*s." "You should." I giggled. "You might appreciate your boxers a little more." I dug through the pile and found what I was looking for. "These." "What?" Steve looked at the thong I was holding up, a lavender one, small and fragile and stretchy. It was the only thong I owned. "I'll trade you this for those." I nodded at the boxers he was holding. "What would I do with that?" Steve grinned at me. "I don't know." I shrugged. "Hang it off your rearview mirror, isn't that ...