Straight Female / 56
When Brenda Came To Spend A Few Nights With Us
A short story about coming of age. I was one of those nerdy kids who liked science and math and had few friends. I got along great with my family, and my younger sister was my best friend. My mother's younger cousin came to stay with us a few days when she was interviewing to be a hostess on America Airlines. She was 22 and had finished her degree at SMU but wanted more, the glory of travel.
Around us she pretended to be an adult and ignored us. But that day she was painting her toenails, sitting on the floor of the den, and I could plainly see up her pajama shorts at her very harry pussy, she did not have any underwear on. She was oblivious, I mentioned it to my sister who went upstairs and checked on it herself. No doubt about it, no panties, just a hairy pussy, her lips plainly visible. My sister and I watched until she stood up and showed us her new colored toenails.
That night my sister and I could not talk about anything else. For everything that you share among sisters, viewing a woman's pussy wasn't one of them. It triggered us to examine ourselves with great care. My sister stole my mother's hand mirror and we helped each other examine our already mature pussies, but in our mind still girls.
The next morning when we were down for breakfast Brenda came down in her pajamas, still no panties and no bra, her breasts floating under her top. While she spoke to our mother she pulled one leg under her and sat with her legs more or less open and we got the full view. In the light of day her pubes were auburn, she had heavy lips. We were lost staring until our mother slapped us back into reality.
After Brenda left we did have a talk with our mother and she told us that college girls liked exposing themselves, in front of boys and girls and that all it brought was trouble. So remember, cover yourself up, it's not really what you want to see at breakfast.
Around us she pretended to be an adult and ignored us. But that day she was painting her toenails, sitting on the floor of the den, and I could plainly see up her pajama shorts at her very harry pussy, she did not have any underwear on. She was oblivious, I mentioned it to my sister who went upstairs and checked on it herself. No doubt about it, no panties, just a hairy pussy, her lips plainly visible. My sister and I watched until she stood up and showed us her new colored toenails.
That night my sister and I could not talk about anything else. For everything that you share among sisters, viewing a woman's pussy wasn't one of them. It triggered us to examine ourselves with great care. My sister stole my mother's hand mirror and we helped each other examine our already mature pussies, but in our mind still girls.
The next morning when we were down for breakfast Brenda came down in her pajamas, still no panties and no bra, her breasts floating under her top. While she spoke to our mother she pulled one leg under her and sat with her legs more or less open and we got the full view. In the light of day her pubes were auburn, she had heavy lips. We were lost staring until our mother slapped us back into reality.
After Brenda left we did have a talk with our mother and she told us that college girls liked exposing themselves, in front of boys and girls and that all it brought was trouble. So remember, cover yourself up, it's not really what you want to see at breakfast.
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