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Dancing
Date: 7/23/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 83, Source: xHamster
on." Steve held up a pair of pink panties with red hearts, pretty ripped in the crotch. "Keeping these?" "Nope. You can have them." I grinned and Steve tossed them aside. "His point is that you're eighteen and going to Las Vegas alone." Steve said. "You don't know anyone there." "Well, I was sort of thinking I might meet someone." I said sarcastically. "Like my roommate? I'd probably meet her, don't you think?" "You know what I mean..." "And how many people do you know in Chicago?" I pointed out. "It's not the same thing." Steve shook his head. "You're a..." "Girl." I nodded. "Yeah, so if I was a boy it would be fine and dandy." I sighed. "So much for equality." "You can't expect equality from dad." Steve laughed. "Or from you, huh?" I stared at him, but I wasn't mad, or even annoyed, we talked like this all the time. "Nope." Steve fluttered his hands. "Not from me either. We love you too much." "Say that again." I looked at Steve, sticking the tip of my tongue out between my lips. "What?" "But pick a different pronoun." I almost giggled, but I didn't. I didn't know what I was doing, but my heart thumped. "A different..." Steve narrowed his eyes a little. "Uh, they love you too much?" I shook my head slowly. "Don't tease me." "You're being the tease!" Steve knew what I wanted to ... hear, he just didn't know why. Neither of us did. Or more likely we knew too much. "You never say it." I sighed, picking up some old black tights, from like 8th grade. "Oh my God." I wadded them up and threw them at my b*****r. "I do say it." Steve was smiling, but his eyes were serious now. "No, it's always 'we' or you and dad, or you and mom, never just you by yourself." I said. "You never say 'I' when you say it." "Yeah, right." He looked down, picking up some more of my panties, tossing the obviously bad ones aside. "You know I do." "Do what?" I asked innocently. "What do you want me to say?" He stopped moving, just sitting there on the floor across from me, looking at me. And our lives were changing, right then and right there. The thing we'd avoided for years, ever since that kiss, that first sweet kiss he'd given me. The only real kiss he'd ever given me and I'd kept it in my heart, locked away like a secret. Now it was pounding, beating beneath my breasts, wanting to come out. Steve knew it too, we were twins and more than just b*****r and s****r, more than we could ever be with anyone else. All he had to do was say it. "You feel it." I swallowed hard. "I know you do." He didn't say anything. "I can't sl**p without thinking about you." I said softly. "Kris, don't..." Steve shook his head and we'd never talked about this. Not once. "Just say it." I blinked ...