1. You First


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

    off with her thighs. Is there any way you can keep a girl from doing that? It kind of hurts.&#034 If I said it just right, I might - might have enough time to make it to the front door before Dad caught me in a flying tackle and Mom strangled me to death. In a... just a pure, pure genius move, Jen fended them off by dropping a hint that we had spent their flea market day doing something for their Christmas present, since it wasn't that far away. It solved that little problem, but then simultaneously left us with, well, what they hell were we going to get them for Christmas? For that matter, what were we going to get each other? We were kind of sort of sl**ping together, except not really because we weren't having sex (just everything but), but we were b*****r and s****r but at the same time we were sort of boyfriend and girlfriend - right? What the hell were we? What do you get for a person like that? Normally she'd get me a book or game I'd been lusting after, and I'd get her a book on photography or a big coffee table collection of landscape photos, or something like that. Were we going to have to get each other different things now that we were... whatever we were? Like before, I decided that the direct approach was the best. Coming home from school one day, I just straight-up asked her as soon as the front door was locked behind us. &#034Jen - what are we?&#034 She looked at me blankly. &#034The walrus? Coo-coo-ka-choo? What do you mean?&#034 I rubbed my face, trying to ...
    find the words. I'd been thinking about this all day, but still hadn't come up with a good way to put it. &#034I mean, us. Our, uh, 'adventures,' the ones we have when Mom and Dad aren't around.&#034 She nodded, getting it. &#034What does that make us? I mean, we're b*****r and s****r...&#034 &#034And as far as I'm concerned, that's what we still are,&#034 she said. &#034Not that I don't... I mean... We sort of are, but...&#034 Her face scrunched up in a frown. &#034You're right, this is hard. Okay, okay, okay,&#034 she said, holding up her hands to stop me from saying anything. &#034Let me put it this way. A b*****r and s****r can't date or get married or whatever; I mean, I'm not stupid, I know that someday you're going to find someone you want to be your girlfriend.&#034 &#034You're okay with that?&#034 I hadn't even thought about this; apparently Jen had been doing some thinking on this as well. &#034Of course, you dope. You're the world's most excellent b*****r, I can't keep you all to myself. Just don't... you know... don't forget about me, okay?&#034 Her brown eyes were suddenly big and sad as she said that last part. I was stunned. &#034Of course I'm not going to forget about you. Why would you say that?&#034 She rolled her eyes and made a helpless gesture, flinging her hand up and around in circles. &#034I don't know. Mrs. Pearson was talking about college the other day, and it made me think that we're probably not going to go to the same one, and it's going to be ...
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