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.

Sixth Bold Posted 01-15-2009 at 04:37 PM by stevent222 MARLA The dark haired woman strode into the room -- confident, a confidence bordering on arrogance. Her hair shone beneath the glare of the spotlights, hair so unfeasibly black it had the blue sheen of a crow's feathers, hair so straight it looked ironed. The woman paused and time stretched for the Watcher, hidden from view, safe behind the wall in the voyeurs' cocoon. This was the sublime moment; the instant that the Watcher craved, this was the moment, the sum of effort,... Continue reading... stevent222 Jokaroo Enthusiast

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My Fifth Blog. Posted 01-05-2009 at 11:56 PM by stevent222 Jail Break Janet and her son Tim had no warning when the two hoods broke intotheir house. It was shortly after breakfast, and they were still wearing their pajamas in the kitchen when the back door burst open. There were two of them, one was a tall blonde amazon woman with huge tits, dressed in a tight leather skirt. The other was a dark haired woman dressed in a prison uniform, and her tits were big but not compared to the first lady. The pajamas were... Continue reading... stevent222 Jokaroo Enthusiast

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	My Fouth Blog Posted 01-04-2009 at 03:14 AM by stevent222 I don't have a fourth blog HA! HA! stevent222 Jokaroo Enthusiast
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My Thrid Blog Posted 12-31-2008 at 07:24 PM by stevent222 Jim And Cindy It had been about a year since my wife passed away. A rough year. Being a single parent is no picnic, but we managed. I have a 15 year old daughter and a son who is 13 and they have been very helpful. One thing they haven't been able to help me with is meeting my sexual needs. When you've been married for 17 years like I was, you come to take some things for granted. Like the availability of a willing and able partner to share the joy of making love.... Continue reading... stevent222 Jokaroo Enthusiast

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My Second Blog Posted 12-26-2008 at 07:16 PM by stevent222 It was the last song of the night. Thank GOD. I never thought I'd get off that stage. It must have been 150 degrees under those lights. I saw her in the audience again tonight. She's been at every show. I can't seem to stop thinking about her. As I enter the dressing room once again it's packed like a sardine can. I'm sick of partying. I just want to relax for a while. I tell bobby to pull the car around back. I need to get out of here for awhile. I exit to the alley... Continue reading... stevent222 Jokaroo Enthusiast

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