1. 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. &#034Yeah, me too.&#034 I giggled. &#034I just can't believe you said orgy. I'll be getting phone calls from dad every day.&#034 &#034Heh.&#034 Steve smiled at me. &#034What are you doing?&#034 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. &#034Packing.&#034 I grinned at him. &#034Why, how do you do it?&#034 &#034Not like that.&#034 Steve laughed. &#034You're pretty hopeless, here...&#034 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. &#034Fine.&#034 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. &#034These are mine.&#034 Steve held up a pair of blue boxers. &#034I borrowed them.&#034 I shrugged. &#034I was looking for these!&#034 &#034You liar! I've had those for a year.&#034 I took them out of his hands, folding them up. &#034I'm keeping them now.&#034 &#034Why do you want my boxers?&#034 He took them back. &#034You got more underwear than anybody I ever met.&#034 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. &#034Give me those, come on.&#034 I reached for them again, but Steve pulled them away, holding his boxers out of reach. &#034I like to sl**p in them.&#034 &#034You sl**p in my underwear?&#034 He chuckled. &#034So?&#034 I put my hands down, playing possum. &#034I'll trade you for them.&#034 &#034Trade me what?&#034 He laughed. &#034Some of your panties? I don't think I want to sl**p in your underwear, s*s.&#034 &#034You should.&#034 I giggled. &#034You might appreciate your boxers a little more.&#034 I dug through the pile and found what I was looking for. &#034These.&#034 &#034What?&#034 Steve looked at the thong I was holding up, a lavender one, small and fragile and stretchy. It was the only thong I owned. &#034I'll trade you this for those.&#034 I nodded at the boxers he was holding. &#034What would I do with that?&#034 Steve grinned at me. &#034I don't know.&#034 I shrugged. &#034Hang it off your rearview mirror, isn't that ...
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