My family was brought up with the ideal that nudity was different than sex. Me, my sister, and my parents could all be naked around each other and it wasn't sexual, it was just the way we were. We weren't nudists, though, we didn't go to nudist colonies or nude beaches. But when we were at home, we would relax by taking off our clothes.
When my sister and I were little, there was no problem with that. I liked being naked, and so did my family. But when I advanced into the teenage years, I began to feel differently about our mutual nudity. I didn't dislike it by any means, in fact I started to really enjoy it. After I started getting erections, I thought maybe my parents would sit me down and lecture me about the difference between nudity and sex.
But instead, they didn't say anything about it. In fact, whenever I got a hard-on, they seemed to either ignore it or be amused by it. It was confusing, but as long as they didn't mind, I couldn't help it. Especially now that my sister had developed into quite a specimen.
Kathy, or "Kat" as we called her, seemed to turn eighteen overnight. She had always been skinny, which was unusual for girls as short as she was. But after she hit her peak height, the rest of her seemed to start filling out just right. She wasn't what I would call thick by any means, in fact she was very toned and athletic. And her constant nudity had allowed me to appreciate her sculpted curves as well. She had the greatest ass, and fairly generous breasts. In that way, along with her good looks, she took after our mother.
I took after our father, who was good-looking and nicely built too. Even though I was only nine months older than Kat, I think that I had developed faster, which was unusual for boys. But when Kate finally filled out and grew real breasts, she seemed to strut around the house like she wanted to show off to everyone.
When my sister and I were little, there was no problem with that. I liked being naked, and so did my family. But when I advanced into the teenage years, I began to feel differently about our mutual nudity. I didn't dislike it by any means, in fact I started to really enjoy it. After I started getting erections, I thought maybe my parents would sit me down and lecture me about the difference between nudity and sex.
But instead, they didn't say anything about it. In fact, whenever I got a hard-on, they seemed to either ignore it or be amused by it. It was confusing, but as long as they didn't mind, I couldn't help it. Especially now that my sister had developed into quite a specimen.
Kathy, or "Kat" as we called her, seemed to turn eighteen overnight. She had always been skinny, which was unusual for girls as short as she was. But after she hit her peak height, the rest of her seemed to start filling out just right. She wasn't what I would call thick by any means, in fact she was very toned and athletic. And her constant nudity had allowed me to appreciate her sculpted curves as well. She had the greatest ass, and fairly generous breasts. In that way, along with her good looks, she took after our mother.
I took after our father, who was good-looking and nicely built too. Even though I was only nine months older than Kat, I think that I had developed faster, which was unusual for boys. But when Kate finally filled out and grew real breasts, she seemed to strut around the house like she wanted to show off to everyone.
We Held hands On the Last Night on Earth.
Posted 07-29-2009 at 01:09 PM by stevent222
We held hands on the last night on earth.
Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.
In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime,
I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two.
I rode alone.
You said, "The cinders are falling like snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.
Of blue and grey.
Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message,
yet in love, we will take you,
and in rapture, we will break you
and in death we will release you
no one can say
you were not warned...
And I laugh at the orange sky's below me.
Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.
In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime,
I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two.
I rode alone.
You said, "The cinders are falling like snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.
Of blue and grey.
Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message,
yet in love, we will take you,
and in rapture, we will break you
and in death we will release you
no one can say
you were not warned...
And I laugh at the orange sky's below me.
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As I sit bare breasted and light headed at the thought that that is how the last day on earth will be like. Yes, there will many views, many happinings on that day. To the extent the mind cannot comprehend.
Now, Steven, what is up with mentioning my name and sunny up in roofessions? You know HH she figures things out fast. |
 
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Yes she does and a good friend of mine also. But have you really looked up and seen it? It is amazing.
And from my home planet it's just a speck. |
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