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Introduction: We are step-Siblings of four years and wish to share our journey. TALES OF WEEK TWO
TORI-LEE
We were officially one week into our life changing journey and I must have had more eye opening experiences than I could ever remember. My mind was going a million miles an hour taking in everything I was learning. Which, at 18, lead my hormones to go crazy. Id never even lived with guys before, so after 7 days sharing a 40 foot bus with my mamas new man and his son I had urges and feelings I have never felt before. I began to feel every bump and turn on the road, it would vibrate through the leather seat and send shivers up and down my spine. Along with everything else I had witnessed in those first few days I couldnt think of anything other than SEX!
Within two days of departing I had already lay eyes on my new step-brothers cock as he pissed by the edge of the river. By the following Friday I had seen it no less than 3 times. One afternoon, instead of waiting for John to pull over, also not helped by the several beers he had to drink, Dave decided to hang his (quite impressive) dick, out the window up the back and piss at 60mph. John was busy driving and mum was reading a book or something. I made out I wasnt looking as well, but I could see the whole show. It seemed to go on forever, then he shook it off and tucked it back deep inside is jock strap and zipped his shorts up. I had seen dicks before but nothing like that except in the magazines we used to steal from my friend Tiffanys, mum.
This surprisingly helped me to quickly overcome a certain fear I had. I was petrified to use toilet inside the bus in case anyone would smell or hear what I was up to. Not only that but I had never been to the toilet anywhere other than a modern toilet and we just so happened to be camping in the middle of nowhere for a few days. I had been holding onto a pee all morning and everybody seemed to want to congregate around the bus, every time I would go to use to toilet someone would come inside. I finally stuffed the back pocket of my shorts with some TP and headed out toward the trees and bushes and away from the bus and river where everyone was fishing.
I went at least 100 metres, maybe more. Checking over my shoulder the whole way to make sure I was alone. Then I came to an opening and sat down out of sight before planning my strategy in my head like a nervous rabbit about to be pounced on by a fox. I finally built up the nerve and got back to my feet, keeping in a slightly squatted position. I tugged at my shorts and they fell to the ground, my panties were a lot easier but everything felt like slow motion as I wriggled them to my knees and then my ankles. I kicked them both to the side and assumed my position. The cool breeze brushed up through my legs and over my hairy bush. It was incredibly refreshing and made me feel so vulnerable but strangely aroused. I spread my feet further and pushed my butt a little lower to the ground. Then out came a gush of warm yellow pee and splashed between my legs. Out of nowhere I felt a sudden urge to release a poo and there was no stopping it. I closed my eyes and relaxed, letting my muscles do the work. It was over in a matter of seconds. I opened my eyes and reached for the paper in my shorts before ever looking down at my feet. Then it blasted my nose and I couldnt help but turn and look, there was a giant log I had just produced and for some weird reason I felt kinda proud of myself. I ended up wiping myself on all fours, head down, butt up while the wind brushed over my naked lower half. I had a new sense of freedom after getting back to the bus, I believe to this day it was the trigger for my love of being nude in nature. I was a bit disappointed leaving that site at the end of the week, the naive part of me thinking it would be my last chance at freedom. Oh how I was wrong!
DIARY ENTRY
Monday, August 2011
Dear Diary,
We are all excited to celebrate our first week milestone by coming to the caravan/motorhome park. John made it clear we had to go at least a week on the road before we gave in and stopped at a park. I am just happy they have showers here. The one on here(the bus) is tiny, plus I really wanna try out the new razors mum bought me. Not only do they have showers but I can see straight down through the mens toilet window from the window alongside my bunk. John reckons Dave and I should ask the manager of the park if he has any jobs we could do for money. Might try our luck later today. Well mum is calling me for lunch so I better go.
TORI-LEE
I chickened out in the end and made David ask the manager. Causing him to claim the good job of using the ride-on mower to trim the lawns and leaving me to clean the toilet and shower blocks. I hardly remember cleaning the ladies, it was already as clean as youd expect. The mens on the other hand was a different story all together. The view from my bunk window didnt do it justice at all, in looks or smell factor. The stench was similar to the one we encountered on the first day. Musky and strong, but for some odd reason I liked it.. and this time I was going inside.
It instantly felt darker than the ladies and the broken tiles were visible everywhere. The sight of the cubicles I will never forget. There was no way I was prepared for it. Covered from floor to ceiling with graffiti and writing I think I spent close to 15 minutes just reading each piece that had been sprayed or scratched into the walls and door. I popped the seat down and sat on top, lifting my knees to my chest I began on the door in front of me.
SISSY COCK SLUT FOR HIRE.. followed with a phone number.
BIG DADDY DICK NEEDS A SUCK with another phone number below it. Along with at least 10 more requests and numbers.
CUM-BUCKET WAZ ERE written along the length of a cartoon cock running across the wall to the left of me.
With everything I was taking in, while also trying to clean the place. I completely missed the boarded up glory hole leading to the neighboring cubicle (probably also due to the fact I had no idea what one was at that time). My inexperience showing even more when I had absolutely no idea what the metal box beside the basins was. On the third day of cleaning the labels Ribbed for your pleasure and Magnum XXXL got the better of me and I inserted the 20 cents it was asking then pulled the lever. Down dropped the packet and I instantly knew what I had got. Tiffany and I had stole them from her mums beside drawer a few times and played with them. This time I tucked it in my bra. Soon finding out they have more than just one use.
Later that evening after we sat down and ate, I collected my toiletries purse. Making sure my new razors and shaving cream were inside, then headed for the ladies shower building across the park. Thinking back to the last time and one of only a few, that I had attempted to shave my privates. My mother always being so against the idea of shaving anywhere near there, would make sure the only time I was to be allowed access to a razor was when doing my armpits or below my knees. So the very few times I did attempt anything more it was either with one of her very used, blunt razors that I managed to dig from the bin. Never giving a nice outcome. One time, sleeping at my friend Tiffanys I managed to give my pussy a decent trim after using one of her mums razors in their shower. Nothing could compare to the satisfaction I was about to get doing it properly for the first time though.
I placed my gear down and ran the water like usual, mixing it until it was just right, HOT! It was tricky at first trying to apply to shaving foam without the water washing it straight off. If I stood too far from the shower head I would get too cold. After managing that issue I then had the task of trying to work out the easiest way to clean the razor. I ran it backwards down my leg and that issue was sorted just as fast. Now, I had a pretty serious bush going on. I had only ever hacked at it and never done it any justice, let alone going anywhere near my butt crack (possibly the only downside I found was missing playing with my bum fluff, but the pros far outweighed the cons). There was hair all over the tiles and the foam was swirling into the drain hole. It had easily been 20 minutes and I was almost done. I worked out I could lift my leg and rest it on the bench inside the shower to get to the tricky spots. Then bend over and spread one cheek while shaving across my starfish with the other, then swapping sides. One more coat of foam and a quick touch up and I was done. Exiting the shower and drying off is probably a feeling I will never forget, the sheer smoothness and comfort was like a rush of cool air all over me. It was all a bit sticky at first and gripped my fingers if I ran them against the grain of where the hair used to be. The feeling of pulling up a thong had never felt so nice in my life, not to mention the ease of wiping&hellip, and playing hehe.
We spent another day doing our jobs around the park, Greg the manager gave us $50 each. I remember buying a big packet of smokes because I traded David some for the pot he bought with his money. Then once again we were on the road, every bump now three times as noticeable after removing every last hair from between my legs. My clit would grind against my lips or the side of my leg with every movement, it was ecstasy. One thing I soon found out on waking the following morning, the change in tone and volume of my usual morning fart. With no hair between my butt crack there was nothing to soften the noise, if I didnt hold my cheeks apart they would clap and slap together as if you were blowing a raspberry kiss on someones belly. It lead to a few embarrassing moments until I got the hang of it.
DIARY ENTRY
Thirsday, September 2011
Dear Diary,
Woke up this morning looking out over a small river through my bunk window. Today we are going to start making stuff for the fair coming up. Mum wants to teach me how to modify and alter clothes and also how to start making jewellery. I think John and Dave are doing some woodwork. I hope we get to go for a swim or a ride later tho, its gonna be hot and I want to try and brave it and go in my panties this time instead of my shorts. I spied on John last night swimming in the river as the sun went down, he was wearing a thong like some of the guys in the magazines. It was kinda hot actually. Anyways I will be back soon, gotta go get ready.
TORI-LEE
We spent that morning and mid afternoon crafting things and having fun. I made some cute overalls to wear and modified a dress and even made a necklace to go with. Then David and I went on a bike ride down along the river bank. After finding a spot he deemed worthy we sat out stuff down and began to strip. I will never forget the look on his face when he saw me start unbuttoning and wriggling out of my mini shorts. He was in complete awe when he also realized I was wearing a bright pink, string thong underneath. I remember seeing a pretty decent bulge growing in his tight jocks before he made a quick bee-line toward the water for cover.
Even the water felt different with my freshly shaved region. It wasnt long before it was strangely turning me on and my hormones kicked in. Out of nowhere and without a thought or care in the world, while standing in shoulder deep water, I dropped my thong down around my knees and waited for Dave to make eye contact. The moment he did, I did a quick 180 turn away from him and performed my best duck-dive. My freshly shaved girly bits on complete show to him, for no more than 2 or 3 seconds, but along with the time I stayed under water it felt like minutes.
I contemplated what I had just done, over and over, as I held my breath in the murky water. Then I resurfaced and to my shock, a mere 4 feet in front of me, David performed exactly the same maneuver. Giving me an eye full of his very own, freshly shaved man butt and huge Kiwi-fruit-like testes, spreading his cheeks as far as it seemed possible. Just as he rolled and went to submerge, his flaccid(yet blood-filed) donkey size shaft popped from between his legs like a jack-in-the-box. Revealing for a split second, his pink velvety mushroom knob.
Just as we were finally starting to get somewhere, friendship and erotic wise, a large house-boat began to float out from behind the trees down by the river bend. We left it at that and made our way back to the bus for some dinner and games without saying much at all about what we had just done. Still in somewhat of our horny, young adult, awkward stage. Both secretly wanting the same thing but neither being able to admit it or make the first move.
Tori-Lee Belle
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