1. You First


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

    in much the same way that I had the first time: shirt first, then jeans and underwear in one go. Jen, on the other hand, had different ideas. Maintaining my gaze with a sly look on her face, she started out the same. She crossed her arms in front of her, and pulled her shirt up. Only this time, she did it a little slower, and she moved her body back and forth, sinuously, as if she were having to work her way out of it. She dropped it, and then instead of going for her bra, she unfastened her jeans, and pulled down the zipper, watching me the whole time (I'm not sure what my face looked like. If it had been anyone but my s****r I would have been drooling). Like her shirt, she shimmied out of her jeans, rocking her hips back and forth. I knew it was the fashion for girls, but her jeans couldn't have been that tight, could they? Her bra and panties matched, I remember realizing, once her jeans were a puddle on the floor. Nothing fancy (where would she have gotten something fancy at f******n?), just white cotton or whatever they make girls' underwear out of, but obviously part of a set. To my surprise, she turned away, putting her back to me, and then reached behind her to unfasten her bra. She slipped it off her arms and held it in one hand, off to the side, before dropping it on the floor. Finally, she hooked her thumbs into her panties, and slid them down, making sure I had a nice, long view of her butt. She turned back around, and for a moment, nothing happened. And then, ...
    suddenly, for no reason, we started laughing. At the same time, we both smiled, then grinned, then chuckled, and before long we were full-on laughing. I don't know why. But it returned things to normal. We sat down on the couch and popped in a movie. She leaned her head on my shoulder and we watched it, again as if everything were normal. Neither of us ever said anything about her little display. That's how it went, for months. We would just sometimes strip down and hang out like we always did, only naked. We had a strict policy of never touching the other person anyplace we wouldn't touch them were we still clothed. Very occasionally, one of us would get bold and ask the other a question about our bodies. Does it always do that? Where did those come from? Isn't that weird, doesn't that bother you? Do you think you like it if someone kissed you there? Do you ever... you know? You do? Where? How often? Gradually, both Jen and I filled out a little. Nothing much. Jen got a little more hip, a bit more breast. My shoulders got a little wider. The months got colder and we did our naked thing a bit less often because of it, and when we did, more often than not we were under a blanket. The thought that this was &#034wrong&#034 never entered my head, though I was aware that a lot of people would consider it so. Or at the very least, they would think we were really weird. Still, that didn't keep me, and Jen, from having a very healthy fear of our parents were they to ever find out, but ...
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