Return of a Distant Memory
When we were growing up, there was a family that lived around the corner. They were nice enough…but a little odd. We mostly just saw the kids, every once in awhile the mom (when she came to collect the kids for dinner or whatever), and I think there was a dad…although I’m not sure I ever saw him.
The odd part, though, was that the kids were mostly naked until about age 5. Boys and girls. They didn’t seem to think much of it, and obviously, they didn’t bother to provide an explanation for their nudity. So we just grinned and let them "bare it".
Years went by and we moved pretty far away (though in the same big city), and one day, my sister brought one of the girls home with her to spend the night. They’d met online chatting thru mutual friends or she’d run into her at a club or something. But I was surprised to see this girl walk in (in fatigues, no less) and to be introduced by name…a name I recognized. We’ll call her B for the sake of this story.
B didn’t smile a lot. Not sure if she was going thru a phase or what the deal was. But it didn’t matter. She was now blonde, or maybe very light brown hair…rather short…just off the shoulder. And she seemed to be put together pretty well…although under the baggy camo clothes, it was kinda hard to tell. But she looked decent….decent enough to check out a few times.
They eventually disappeared to my sister’s room (as girls are prone to do). I knew they were online chatting…I heard them giggling and a few "oh my god’s" as I walked past the room a few times.
One thing I knew about my sister. She crashed early. Not sure why. That was just the way she was…maybe still is. So I developed a plan, and just decided to see if I could get away with it. I used one of my dummy chat names and sent them an IM (I was probably one of a dozen guys they were juggling at once….girls are weird that way). We just chatted a bit here and there. I told them they were cute, etc (they had their web cam on), …joked around, etc…my goal was just to keep the connection alive.
Sure enough, by around 10, my sister was crashed out on the bed. But B was still wide awake, chatting her head off. She still didn’t smile a lot. But you could tell she liked to be complimented…so I did a bit of that to keep her interest. Over the next couple hours, I outlasted all the other guys she’d been chatting with….so it was just her and me. We were flirting and playing around…but only *I* was privy to the info that I was about 35 feet away from her in the basement.
B had a robe on and I kept teasing her about showing me more…but, oddly enough (considering her freaky family), she seemed shy. So I still had no idea what kind of body she had. I decided it was time to take a chance, so I turned on my cam….but only waist high. She, of course, wanted to see my face…but I couldn’t let that happen…so I just kept the air of mystery up. However, her curiosity got the better of her in time…and she was eventually willing to trade some rather intimate peeks. Still, it was light conversation… not too hot and heavy.
Turns out she did have a very nice body. Full B cup breasts with light pink nipples. And she was shaved down below. She definitely seemed to enjoy the fact that she had made my cock hard. She told me how badly she wanted to suck it for me, and to feel it inside her. It was all I could do not to come upstairs and tap lightly on the door…but considering the complexities of the situation (and there were many), I knew I’d get killed if I took it that far.
At one point, though…she held up her forefinger…then wrapped the robe around her and left the room quietly. I could hear her tiny feet just over my head. I had figured she was headed for the bathroom, but this was the other direction.
Soon enough, she came back into the room and sat down in the chair. She opened the robe slightly, then reached in the pocket and pulled out the treasure she’d gone for….a banana. She proceeded to peel it, then gave it a bit of an oral treatment….then sat back in the chair and spread her legs. She slowly worked half of it inside her….and then took it out and ate it. As she ate, she fingered herself with her other hand.
Needless to say, my own banana was responding…and I stroked it for her as she ate and watched and fingered.
So B, the little naked girl from around the corner, grows up and gets naked again. And both bananas lived happily ever after.
