1. Dancing


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

    what you guys do?&#034 &#034Yeah, and when my friends ask me where I got my trophy, I can just say I got them off my s****r?&#034 Steve rolled his eyes. &#034You guys talk about that stuff?&#034 I asked him, knowing they did. &#034If they're hanging from the mirror we do.&#034 He laughed at me. &#034It's a conversation piece.&#034 &#034I'm sure.&#034 I laughed at him. We had the same weird sense of humor. &#034But...&#034 I held up my finger. &#034But what?&#034 &#034But you don't know about these panties.&#034 I dangled the thong between my fingers like I was trying to hypnotize him. &#034They're special.&#034 &#034Know what?&#034 He smiled. &#034You wore them on your first date?&#034 &#034Better than that.&#034 I wiggled my eyebrows at him. &#034Just tell me.&#034 Steve said, like I was boring him. But he was interested, we both knew it. &#034I wore these at the senior prom.&#034 I giggled. &#034You remember my lavender dress? Lavender thong...I went to three stores looking for the right color.&#034 &#034You were wearing those when we...&#034 Steve sucked his upper lip. &#034Yep.&#034 I nodded slowly. There were some strange things that happened in high school, or anywhere really, because Steve and I are twins. Like how I was the Homecoming Queen and Steve was the class Valedictorian, which isn't strange at all, except it really shows how opposite we are. No, the strange thing, one of them, was that I was also the Prom Queen our senior year, just a few months previously in ...
    May, and Steve had been the Prom King. I don't know how other schools do it, but at our high school the King and Queen had the first real dance together, the very slow one, the romantic one with the lights turned down. Even though he was there with Nancy, and I was there with Chuck, we had to do that one dance and... &#034I'll trade.&#034 Steve nodded. I giggled and handed my thong over as he tossed his boxers in my lap. I'd never worn them again, and in fact I'd been planning on pretty much saving those panties for the rest of my life, but it was worth it to keep my b*****r's boxers. And maybe not just cause they were comfortable. And I knew, like the esp thing, I knew Steve was thinking about our dance. How he'd held me, a little awkwardly at first, but then casually, both of us relaxing and then he held me tight, his hand in the small of my back. Our fingers entwined while he led me around the gymnasium floor. And I felt him against me, strong against my tummy and my breasts, and it was the best dance of our lives, we both knew it. I'd gotten hot dancing with Steve, flushed and I don't know. Aroused? Should I say that? But he was my b*****r and at the time I'd mostly tried to think how nice it was to be the Prom Queen, for one thing, with that little tiara in my hair, dancing with the most handsome boy in school. It was one of the best nights of my life, the whole thing, and that was what had made me feel so tingly inside. Or so I'd tried to imagine at the time. But I was ...
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