1. You First


    Date: 8/12/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    to hear strangers talking about!). There was no way I was going to try to have his conversation over text message, either. Not only would that be way impersonal, it would be too easy for Mom or Dad to accidentally see a fragment of it, and we'd both be up shit creek. Okay, man, cowboy up, I coached myself and I got out of bed and got dressed. This is all for the greater good (&#034The greater good,&#034 droned the voices from the cult from Hot Fuzz in my mind). A few hours at the mall isn't going to kill you. True to Mom's word, Jen was already dressed and at the table when I got there, a cleaned plate and half a glass of orange juice in front of her. &#034Morning, Shawn,&#034 she said with a smile. And at that, I knew everything was going to be all right. What was I panicking about? This was Jen, coolest s****r in the universe. We still needed to have a little chat, but things were okay. She wasn't mad or disgusted or anything. We were cool. Mood improved, I devoured breakfast, and then soldiered to the mall. The mall sucked, of course. Not once was I able to tug Jen away from our parents, not for more than a few minutes. Look, I'll just make a long story short and say that nothing really productive came out of it, all right? The whole trip was a waste of time. Jen got a sweater or something and Dad was argued down to a socket wrench (he's a bit of a tool nut). I actually had to sweat all through dinner, when Jen and I were finally free to escape upstairs. About to burst, I ...
    only made it about halfway up the stairs before I told her, in a low voice, &#034We need to talk.&#034 Jen nodded back at me, biting her lip, waiting until we'd reached the top and glancing backwards before she answered. &#034My room?&#034 &#034Sure.&#034 It was a gamble. While it wasn't unheard of for one of us to go into the other sibling's room, we spent far, far more time in the den. Should one of our parents come by, it would attract less attention for us to talk there, and it would let us see them coming. On the other hand, in her room, we could shut the door, even partially, and muffle our conversation. We opted for silence. She motioned me inside first and closed the door nearly fully, leaving only a crack. Then, in a brilliant move, Jen yanked her math book out of her backpack and placed it open on her desk. &#034You're helping me out with this linear equation stuff,&#034 she said. I nodded. Our cover story was set. Even with all the security measures, and finally having the chance to talk, it seemed we were both nervous about it, because for a few minutes neither of us spoke. She leaned back against her desk, while I sat on the floor, bracing my back against her bed. &#034So,&#034 I finally said. &#034So,&#034 she agreed. &#034So that was a thing that happened.&#034 &#034Yeah.&#034 &#034So... what now?&#034 She bit her lip. &#034Are you mad at me?&#034 I gaped at her, caught totally off-guard. I ran the question through my head a few times. Finally, I couldn't come ...
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