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You decided it's better to play it safe for now. However, that doesn't mean you can't still have some fun anyways. | You decided it's better to play it safe for now. However, that doesn't mean you can't still have some fun anyways. | ||
Walking to your dresser you grab a white tank top and a pair of pink athletic shorts. Dropping your towel you quickly get dressed, throw on some socks and | Walking to your dresser you grab a white tank top and a pair of pink athletic shorts. Dropping your towel you quickly get dressed, throw on some socks and sneakers and check out your reflection. Your tank top is a bit snug on your chest, showing off the tiniest stretch of your stomach while emphasizing your bust. Your nipples are very obviously poking at the fabric, and the thought of others seeing them sends a shiver of excitement down your spine, making your nipples harden up and become even more prominent. Turning sideways you see how your shorts hug your ass nicely and show off most of your slender legs. | ||
Smiling in approval you exit your room and cross the hall to your older brother's room. He's current | Smiling in approval you exit your room and cross the hall to your older brother's room. He's current serving in the army over seas and should be back soon, but until then his room remains empty. Despite the seven year age gap you too had always been close, and whenever you start to miss him you'll often come here and steal one of his shirts to sleep in, finding comfort in his scent, which is why you're here now. You dig through his clothes to retrieve one of his workout shirts. He's been deployed for so long this is one of the only things that still smells like him, buried deep enough in his closet for mom not to find and wash. Of course breathing in the scarce remnants of his scent can only comfort you so much. Mostly you're reminded of how much you miss him. | ||
As you look at his bed you reminded of the times you've fooled around with him nearby. From sneaking in here naked while he slept, to entering the bathroom while he showered and masturbating right next to the curtain, to stripping and climbing onto his bed and taking a nude selfie right next to him, ever thankful he was a heavy sleeper. You even stripped naked once right behind him while he was gaming with some friends online, unable to hear you through his headphones. This was all years ago and before you even knew what it was that got you so turned on. But thinking of all this does remind you of something else to pack. | |||
Bounding back to your room you pull out a grey shirt from your dresser that says army in bold capital letters on the front. It was a gift from your parents to your brother when he decided to serve after graduation. He then gifted it to you when he left so that you could always keep him close by. You wanted to advertise to the world that you had an awesome older brother in the army and tried to wear it out a few times, but since it was his size and not yours it wasn't the least bit flattering. You tried to turn it into a trendy army tank top later on but you measured wrong and accidentally cut too much out of the neck for it to stay on your shoulders properly. Thankfully you started with the neck so the rest of the shirt was left intact. Since then you've used it as a sleep shirt, but it just might be perfect for your camping trip. | |||
You throw the shirt on over your clothes as a reminder of how it fits. It instantly slips off one of your shoulders, the bottom hem dropping past your mid-thigh. Smiling, you give your body a little shimmy and bring your arms together behind your back, watching as the shirt slips freely down your figure, almost catching on your boobs, before pooling at you feet. Stepping out of it you pick it up while noting it should do nicely. | |||
You grab a fresh towel from the hall cabinet and throw it into your pack. A thin tank top that shows off your nipples clear as day, form-fitting athletic shorts that can be pulled down with a swift yank, a t-shirt so big on you it could slip right off, and a good old simple towel. That's all you'll have to cover your modesty of this trip. The thought makes your heart beat a little faster. | |||
Taking your backpack down stairs you quickly stock up on some food and fill your water bottle before going to wait on the porch. Before long you see the familiar van pull up to the curb and make your way over, throwing your pack into the back before climbing inside, keenly aware of the boys staring at your boobs and butt as you find a seat. | Taking your backpack down stairs you quickly stock up on some food and fill your water bottle before going to wait on the porch. Before long you see the familiar van pull up to the curb and make your way over, throwing your pack into the back before climbing inside, keenly aware of the boys staring at your boobs and butt as you find a seat. | ||
Latest revision as of 06:08, 7 January 2020
You decided it's better to play it safe for now. However, that doesn't mean you can't still have some fun anyways.
Walking to your dresser you grab a white tank top and a pair of pink athletic shorts. Dropping your towel you quickly get dressed, throw on some socks and sneakers and check out your reflection. Your tank top is a bit snug on your chest, showing off the tiniest stretch of your stomach while emphasizing your bust. Your nipples are very obviously poking at the fabric, and the thought of others seeing them sends a shiver of excitement down your spine, making your nipples harden up and become even more prominent. Turning sideways you see how your shorts hug your ass nicely and show off most of your slender legs.
Smiling in approval you exit your room and cross the hall to your older brother's room. He's current serving in the army over seas and should be back soon, but until then his room remains empty. Despite the seven year age gap you too had always been close, and whenever you start to miss him you'll often come here and steal one of his shirts to sleep in, finding comfort in his scent, which is why you're here now. You dig through his clothes to retrieve one of his workout shirts. He's been deployed for so long this is one of the only things that still smells like him, buried deep enough in his closet for mom not to find and wash. Of course breathing in the scarce remnants of his scent can only comfort you so much. Mostly you're reminded of how much you miss him.
As you look at his bed you reminded of the times you've fooled around with him nearby. From sneaking in here naked while he slept, to entering the bathroom while he showered and masturbating right next to the curtain, to stripping and climbing onto his bed and taking a nude selfie right next to him, ever thankful he was a heavy sleeper. You even stripped naked once right behind him while he was gaming with some friends online, unable to hear you through his headphones. This was all years ago and before you even knew what it was that got you so turned on. But thinking of all this does remind you of something else to pack.
Bounding back to your room you pull out a grey shirt from your dresser that says army in bold capital letters on the front. It was a gift from your parents to your brother when he decided to serve after graduation. He then gifted it to you when he left so that you could always keep him close by. You wanted to advertise to the world that you had an awesome older brother in the army and tried to wear it out a few times, but since it was his size and not yours it wasn't the least bit flattering. You tried to turn it into a trendy army tank top later on but you measured wrong and accidentally cut too much out of the neck for it to stay on your shoulders properly. Thankfully you started with the neck so the rest of the shirt was left intact. Since then you've used it as a sleep shirt, but it just might be perfect for your camping trip.
You throw the shirt on over your clothes as a reminder of how it fits. It instantly slips off one of your shoulders, the bottom hem dropping past your mid-thigh. Smiling, you give your body a little shimmy and bring your arms together behind your back, watching as the shirt slips freely down your figure, almost catching on your boobs, before pooling at you feet. Stepping out of it you pick it up while noting it should do nicely.
You grab a fresh towel from the hall cabinet and throw it into your pack. A thin tank top that shows off your nipples clear as day, form-fitting athletic shorts that can be pulled down with a swift yank, a t-shirt so big on you it could slip right off, and a good old simple towel. That's all you'll have to cover your modesty of this trip. The thought makes your heart beat a little faster.
Taking your backpack down stairs you quickly stock up on some food and fill your water bottle before going to wait on the porch. Before long you see the familiar van pull up to the curb and make your way over, throwing your pack into the back before climbing inside, keenly aware of the boys staring at your boobs and butt as you find a seat.
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