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Click hereHe grabbed his toothbrush and the tube of toothpaste, as though he wanted to change the subject, but he had asked a question. It gave me time to think about how to reply. When he started to brush his teeth, I replied:
"I guess so. Yeah, you were. Yeah, I wanted you to. Like I said, it seems kind of silly, both of us putting something on - if we sleep like that."
He snorted, continuing to brush. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I could say it. Now or never: "I'm not going to; you've seen me already, can't make any difference if you see me again."
I almost held my breath, waiting for him to finish brushing. It seemed that he was taking longer than usual, maybe wondering what to say, like I had. He started to rinse his mouth, then spit and looked at me in the mirror. He rinsed his mouth again. After he had spit, he looked at me again in the mirror and finally replied:
"And you want me to, too?"
He had read my thoughts correctly! He was still looking at me. I hope that I didn't grin before I nodded, then answering:
"Just seemed silly, our both putting something on. Anyway, I'm not going to."
"Told me that already," he mumbled and reached for a corner of his towel without looking at me. I hoped that my explanation hadn't suggest to him how curious I was to see his cock - the other kind. No, I admitted to myself: you just want to see it, see your brother naked, see what another cock looks like. He dropped the corner of his towel. He turned, avoiding my eyes, as he muttered:
"I don't know about this. Go! I'm not going to watch."
We hadn't yet used the toilet. He left the bathroom, and I "went," hoping his last words were just about his not watching me then, not that he could have seen anything he hadn't already seen. I flushed and went to my room, undressing and hearing him "going" in the bathroom, then flushing. He turned off the light, and we said goodnight, as we always did.
Doing what I usually did, when I went to bed, I wondered if he could hear me, not that I was moaning or anything, just having to breath harder, as I wondered if he was doing the same thing, thinking about Barbs or whomever - maybe me, recalling how he'd seen me in the morning?! What was a cock like, that one could slide the skin up and down on?
The next morning, I was a little apprehensive about really just walking in on him with nothing on. I had, however, warned him that I would; I couldn't chicken out now. Would he have taken my suggestion not to wear his shorts? At the door, I murmured:
"Don't look," and tried to appear nonchalance as I lowered the ring on the toilet and sat down, then adding softly: "Unless you want to."
Just a reminder: I warned that this story was not for readers wanting repetitive sex scenes. I hope it is enticing enough to read the next chapter, where they get naked and do more. It you didn't like it, others do, so please let them rate it. Thanks.
Good premise.
All buildup though. The "sex" that's described in the story is't the main event, it's just the preliminaries.
Gave it 4 stars, but much of that was just for potential.
Sweat and slow. Very refreshing. It's great that she felt comforable in asking questions.
I can only reiterate the other comments. Loved the nice slow buildup. It brings back some wonderful memories since I grew up in the period about which you write. Looking forward to chapter 2.
Cute story, brings back a lot of memorys playing I'll show you mine if you show me yours with my little sister as I'm sure a lot of brothers and sisters have done even if they won't admit it.
As with your story we told each other a lot even if we never had sex we leared from each other what felt good for a girl and a boy.
Keep going with your story it can only get better from here.