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My brother and I are a year apart. We grew up together in a typical household. Maybe what was not so typical was that my Dad was a diplomat, so we traveled a lot and lived in foreign cities. Often, my brother and I had no close friends in a new place, and we were forced to depend on each other for company. When we were little, we spent all of our time together. We played tag. We played house. We fought. I always loved my brother, though. He was the person closest to me. We talked a lot.
Growing up, I never thought about sex and I certainly never thought about my brother as anything but my brother. My parents tried to teach us to be mature about sex and nudity, but we never went around the house naked. Their lessons were more matter-of-fact, and my brother and I understood that someday each of us would find someone we loved and then we would experience sex with that person. My parents were also pretty liberal about the clothes I wore when we went on vacation on the Continent, so I started wearing pretty small bikinis whenever we visited the beaches in Europe, and I often dressed in pretty skimpy skirts there, too, which was the style for teenage girls. On holidays in hotels or on cruises, it was okay to share rooms and beds, and even see each other in our underwear, but other than that my brother and I were never really curious about seeing each other naked, or so I thought.
I grew up to be tall for a girl, but I never developed big breasts. I thought this was a blessing, because I was active in sports and it turned into a real advantage in competition. My breasts stayed small all through puberty, but my figure did change and there were other things I noticed were different. My hips became wider and, of course, I starting growing hair around my labia. I remember spending hours in the bathroom examining myself.
A little later, I noticed my brother was growing into a bit of a hunk. His muscles were developing. He shot up one year to almost six feet tall. He looked good in his swimshorts, I noticed. I was quite proud of him. He was starting to look like one of those models you see in the magazines.
We were living in Africa when I was in high school. I dated but I never had a serious boyfriend. I went to college in the states. I still didn't have any serious boyfriends my first year. My roommate and I, a girl from California, messed around a little in our dorm room in the last month of the school year. That was fun. Someone had slipped both of us something at a party, I'm sure of it now. When we got to our dorm room, we just fell into each other's arms on the beds and started kissing. It was the first time someone kissed me down there, and it gave me the yummiest feeling. We were about the same physique, which was fun, too. Kissing her felt familiar, like kissing myself. We started taking showers together, where we would fondle each other's breasts and suck each other's nipples. That's about as far as we took it. Well, except for that time she licked my anus. I wasn't ready for that but it felt good, too, so I let her. I pressed my breasts against the shower wall. She spread my cheeks and put her finger up inside my butt. No one had ever done that before.
The school year ended and I went home. My parents had just moved back to the states. They got a small house since houses were so expensive in the city and my brother and I would both be in college now. There were only two bedrooms on the top floor. Each had its own bathroom. So when I got home, my parents gave me the only other bedroom besides theirs, and my brother slept on the couch downstairs. There were twin beds in the bedroom and my brother and I shared the closet for our clothes. We each had a bureau in the room for our things, and we would share the bathroom. We didn't mind. It was a short-term solution, since my brother was planning a backpacking adventure with some friends for most of the summer and then both he and I would be gone again for the school year.
I was so excited to see my parents and my brother. We gave each other great big hugs, and that night we went out for dinner. The next night, my mom cooked us our favorite dinner at home, and my dad allowed us to drink wine with our dinner. During dinner, my parents told my brother and me that they had to go to Maryland, where my aunt lived, because Uncle John had just passed away from a heart attack. They would leave the next day for the funeral and be back in two days.
It was an old house. I thought it was quaint, and when I went to the bathroom later that night I noticed the doors had old-fashioned keyholes. I took a shower and washed my hair. While I was in the shower, the gaziantep özbek escort bayan (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/ozbek-gaziantep-escort) warm water felt so good. The little wine I drank must have made me feel a little warmer, too, and I began to think about the last time my roommate and I had showered together. I thought of her kisses on my lips and the way she fondled my tiny breasts. She would pinch my nipples until they became hard, which didn't take long at all, and then she would take my hard nipples into her mouth. I remembered how she knelt down to kiss my pussy as the water almost drowned her.
How embarrassing to use that word, pussy, even now. My roommate was always using that word. She loved to talk when she kissed me there. She'd say things like, "What a sweet pussy," and ask, "Does your pussy feel so good?" The truth of it was that my pussy did feel pretty fucking good. Oops, there goes another taboo word. My roommate would use that word, too, the f-word, and she was always calling my breasts boobies and titties. Once, when she got me really excited she called my pussy a twat. That time she fingered my butt, she had whispered the word cunt. It felt dirty and exciting at the same time.
So I just had to masturbate myself. When several minutes went by, I forced myself to stop. I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off. I hadn't finished masturbating, so I put one leg on the vanity and watched myself finger myself in the mirror. When I finally came, I threw my robe on and, without a thought about it, walked into the bedroom.
There was my brother standing next to one of the bureaus, turned slightly away from me. He was wearing boxers and no shirt. He was looking for something in a drawer and pulled out a tee shirt. I must have gasped, because he apologized.
He said, "I was just getting some things to get ready for bed. I'll leave so you can go to bed." He said goodnight and closed the door behind him.
I thanked him and said goodnight. I sat on one of the beds. I continued to dry my hair and thought about how surprised I was to see my brother in the room. And then it began to dawn on me. Was it possible that my brother had spied on me in the bathroom through the keyhole? Did he see me masturbating? I was mortified by the thought of being caught masturbating. How much could he really see anyway? And shouldn't I be mad if he caught me by peeking through a little keyhole? What a little pervert! Why should I feel any shame?
But the more I thought about it, the more shame I felt because now I was certain he had seen me. I remembered that look in his face, part knowing and part evasive. He didn't look me in my eyes. He hurried out of the room. Was it my imagination, or was he purposely hiding something from me? There was something unnatural about the way he stood there and then left, his body slightly twisted away from me, and then the way he held the tee shirt. And then it occurred to me that maybe he was hiding a boner in his boxers. He had seen me! And he was excited! I had excited him! I had made my brother get a boner. That thought produced an unexpected reaction in me. I was excited. Was it the idea of a hard penis that aroused me? Was I just a horny college girl who hadn't gotten any for a long, long time? Or was it because he was my brother and brothers aren't supposed to get hard looking at their sisters? Was it, I had to ask, because sisters aren't supposed to get excited thinking about their brothers?
I finally got some sleep that night. When I woke up, I dressed in slacks and a blouse, about as conservative as I could dress, and went downstairs. My brother was already up and eating at the breakfast table. He had jeans on and the tee shirt he pulled out last night. Mom and dad were rushing about, eating some toast, drinking some coffee, and getting ready to leave. I said good morning and poured myself some juice. He said good morning, too. There was something strange, though. I felt like we were strangers. There was a newspaper to read, and the television was on. My parents were preoccupied by packing, and my brother and I just quietly let it be.
About an hour later, my parents were gone. My brother and I were still in the kitchen. Something had to change, I thought. Maybe we should get out, do something. Maybe we'd have a chance to talk later. Maybe nothing happened. Maybe I was just imagining things.
"Any plans today?" I asked.
"I was thinking about going to the beach," he said.
"Going with any one?" I asked.
"No, not seeing anybody at the moment."
I laughed. "No, I meant are you going to the beach with any one?"
"Oh," he said. He laughed, too. "No, I thought you might porno videolar (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/porno-videolar) want to go. I found a nice beach about 20 miles from here. Thought you might like to go."
So we made some plans to go. He wanted to take a shower first, so he went upstairs. I heard the water running. When I went upstairs to change, I found out he was in mom
My brother and I are a year apart. We grew up together in a typical household. Maybe what was not so typical was that my Dad was a diplomat, so we traveled a lot and lived in foreign cities. Often, my brother and I had no close friends in a new place, and we were forced to depend on each other for company. When we were little, we spent all of our time together. We played tag. We played house. We fought. I always loved my brother, though. He was the person closest to me. We talked a lot.
Growing up, I never thought about sex and I certainly never thought about my brother as anything but my brother. My parents tried to teach us to be mature about sex and nudity, but we never went around the house naked. Their lessons were more matter-of-fact, and my brother and I understood that someday each of us would find someone we loved and then we would experience sex with that person. My parents were also pretty liberal about the clothes I wore when we went on vacation on the Continent, so I started wearing pretty small bikinis whenever we visited the beaches in Europe, and I often dressed in pretty skimpy skirts there, too, which was the style for teenage girls. On holidays in hotels or on cruises, it was okay to share rooms and beds, and even see each other in our underwear, but other than that my brother and I were never really curious about seeing each other naked, or so I thought.
I grew up to be tall for a girl, but I never developed big breasts. I thought this was a blessing, because I was active in sports and it turned into a real advantage in competition. My breasts stayed small all through puberty, but my figure did change and there were other things I noticed were different. My hips became wider and, of course, I starting growing hair around my labia. I remember spending hours in the bathroom examining myself.
A little later, I noticed my brother was growing into a bit of a hunk. His muscles were developing. He shot up one year to almost six feet tall. He looked good in his swimshorts, I noticed. I was quite proud of him. He was starting to look like one of those models you see in the magazines.
We were living in Africa when I was in high school. I dated but I never had a serious boyfriend. I went to college in the states. I still didn't have any serious boyfriends my first year. My roommate and I, a girl from California, messed around a little in our dorm room in the last month of the school year. That was fun. Someone had slipped both of us something at a party, I'm sure of it now. When we got to our dorm room, we just fell into each other's arms on the beds and started kissing. It was the first time someone kissed me down there, and it gave me the yummiest feeling. We were about the same physique, which was fun, too. Kissing her felt familiar, like kissing myself. We started taking showers together, where we would fondle each other's breasts and suck each other's nipples. That's about as far as we took it. Well, except for that time she licked my anus. I wasn't ready for that but it felt good, too, so I let her. I pressed my breasts against the shower wall. She spread my cheeks and put her finger up inside my butt. No one had ever done that before.
The school year ended and I went home. My parents had just moved back to the states. They got a small house since houses were so expensive in the city and my brother and I would both be in college now. There were only two bedrooms on the top floor. Each had its own bathroom. So when I got home, my parents gave me the only other bedroom besides theirs, and my brother slept on the couch downstairs. There were twin beds in the bedroom and my brother and I shared the closet for our clothes. We each had a bureau in the room for our things, and we would share the bathroom. We didn't mind. It was a short-term solution, since my brother was planning a backpacking adventure with some friends for most of the summer and then both he and I would be gone again for the school year.
I was so excited to see my parents and my brother. We gave each other great big hugs, and that night we went out for dinner. The next night, my mom cooked us our favorite dinner at home, and my dad allowed us to drink wine with our dinner. During dinner, my parents told my brother and me that they had to go to Maryland, where my aunt lived, because Uncle John had just passed away from a heart attack. They would leave the next day for the funeral and be back in two days.
It was an old house. I thought it was quaint, and when I went to the bathroom later that night I noticed the doors had old-fashioned keyholes. I took a shower and washed my hair. While I was in the shower, the gaziantep özbek escort bayan (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/ozbek-gaziantep-escort) warm water felt so good. The little wine I drank must have made me feel a little warmer, too, and I began to think about the last time my roommate and I had showered together. I thought of her kisses on my lips and the way she fondled my tiny breasts. She would pinch my nipples until they became hard, which didn't take long at all, and then she would take my hard nipples into her mouth. I remembered how she knelt down to kiss my pussy as the water almost drowned her.
How embarrassing to use that word, pussy, even now. My roommate was always using that word. She loved to talk when she kissed me there. She'd say things like, "What a sweet pussy," and ask, "Does your pussy feel so good?" The truth of it was that my pussy did feel pretty fucking good. Oops, there goes another taboo word. My roommate would use that word, too, the f-word, and she was always calling my breasts boobies and titties. Once, when she got me really excited she called my pussy a twat. That time she fingered my butt, she had whispered the word cunt. It felt dirty and exciting at the same time.
So I just had to masturbate myself. When several minutes went by, I forced myself to stop. I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off. I hadn't finished masturbating, so I put one leg on the vanity and watched myself finger myself in the mirror. When I finally came, I threw my robe on and, without a thought about it, walked into the bedroom.
There was my brother standing next to one of the bureaus, turned slightly away from me. He was wearing boxers and no shirt. He was looking for something in a drawer and pulled out a tee shirt. I must have gasped, because he apologized.
He said, "I was just getting some things to get ready for bed. I'll leave so you can go to bed." He said goodnight and closed the door behind him.
I thanked him and said goodnight. I sat on one of the beds. I continued to dry my hair and thought about how surprised I was to see my brother in the room. And then it began to dawn on me. Was it possible that my brother had spied on me in the bathroom through the keyhole? Did he see me masturbating? I was mortified by the thought of being caught masturbating. How much could he really see anyway? And shouldn't I be mad if he caught me by peeking through a little keyhole? What a little pervert! Why should I feel any shame?
But the more I thought about it, the more shame I felt because now I was certain he had seen me. I remembered that look in his face, part knowing and part evasive. He didn't look me in my eyes. He hurried out of the room. Was it my imagination, or was he purposely hiding something from me? There was something unnatural about the way he stood there and then left, his body slightly twisted away from me, and then the way he held the tee shirt. And then it occurred to me that maybe he was hiding a boner in his boxers. He had seen me! And he was excited! I had excited him! I had made my brother get a boner. That thought produced an unexpected reaction in me. I was excited. Was it the idea of a hard penis that aroused me? Was I just a horny college girl who hadn't gotten any for a long, long time? Or was it because he was my brother and brothers aren't supposed to get hard looking at their sisters? Was it, I had to ask, because sisters aren't supposed to get excited thinking about their brothers?
I finally got some sleep that night. When I woke up, I dressed in slacks and a blouse, about as conservative as I could dress, and went downstairs. My brother was already up and eating at the breakfast table. He had jeans on and the tee shirt he pulled out last night. Mom and dad were rushing about, eating some toast, drinking some coffee, and getting ready to leave. I said good morning and poured myself some juice. He said good morning, too. There was something strange, though. I felt like we were strangers. There was a newspaper to read, and the television was on. My parents were preoccupied by packing, and my brother and I just quietly let it be.
About an hour later, my parents were gone. My brother and I were still in the kitchen. Something had to change, I thought. Maybe we should get out, do something. Maybe we'd have a chance to talk later. Maybe nothing happened. Maybe I was just imagining things.
"Any plans today?" I asked.
"I was thinking about going to the beach," he said.
"Going with any one?" I asked.
"No, not seeing anybody at the moment."
I laughed. "No, I meant are you going to the beach with any one?"
"Oh," he said. He laughed, too. "No, I thought you might porno videolar (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/porno-videolar) want to go. I found a nice beach about 20 miles from here. Thought you might like to go."
So we made some plans to go. He wanted to take a shower first, so he went upstairs. I heard the water running. When I went upstairs to change, I found out he was in mom