1. My Sister and My Best Friend


    Date: 10/6/2023, Categories: Exhibitionism Author: lushyboi 

    Part 1

Leaning up against the doorjamb, I peered at her packing up her filled suitcase. “Are you sure you don’t want me to drop you off at the airport?” I questioned.

“No, Scott is going to pick me up, I already told you,” she replied, placing a sheer cover-up into the case.

Scott was my best friend, whom I had met in college, and was quite the free spirit. He was a nudist, or at least was quite comfortable being in the buff, which is somewhat the reason why we were so chill together. His nudity seemed to be completely for freedom purposes, and he was not someone who I thought was deeply sexual. For this reason, I trusted the guy when he said that he would be vacationing in Spain and would allow my sister to tag along with him. She had recently broken up with her scumbag ex, so I was content with the idea that Scott could help take her mind off of the pain of the breakup. Scott and I had spoken about whether or not dating my step-sister was cool with me, and I had said that it was not; I simply wanted Scott to take her on a relaxing beach trip, nothing more entailing. He had shaken my hand and assured me that this would be the plan and her body would not be touched in any way by him. Scott had that reassuring look in his eyes as he smiled back to me, and that was all I needed to trust he would protect her and my wishes.

“Okay that might be everything,” Haley said while glancing around the room. She shut the overstuffed suitcase, and tried to zip it closed, to ...
    ... no success.

“Close this damn thing for me,” she demanded as she walked into the bathroom to grab her bag of toiletries.

I sauntered over and tried to rearrange the contents, as I knew it couldn’t be closed the way she had filled it. My fingers found a thin white strip of fabric, which I pulled up to see that it was a white, lacy g-string. I almost gasped seeing how tiny it was, and my stomach turned wondering how she could wear something like this; the lacy triangle no larger than a guitar pick. ‘She must not have any lips in order to wear this thing,’ I thought and then shook my head, removing the idea from my mind. I stuffed the tiny panty into the bottom of the suitcase and closed it, just barely getting it zipped.

Scott arrived a few minutes later and we helped load up his Jeep Wrangler.

“Remember bro, don’t pull anything on this trip okay?” I reiterated.

“Trust me, man, nothing’s gonna happen.”

“Good man.” I patted his shoulder and stepped back from the car as he got in the driver’s seat. I waved them off and watched them drive down the street.

Later that night they sent me a photo of them at the hotel, looking jet-lagged and stressed, with a text stating that they made it safely. I wished them a good time and headed to bed.

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The next day in Spain, the two had awoken to fresh ocean air, and although it didn’t completely alleviate their travel fatigue, it certainly helped ease the mood.

Scott yawned with morning breath and bed head, ...
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