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The Inspection �
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By Chris Warner
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I love my family, so there isn't any serious reason for why I get annoyed when some of them come and stay with us.� I have to admit I like the comfort of my lifestyle on the farm, and I get on well with my father, my step-mother Jean, and my step-brother Peter.� Dad and Jean got married seven years ago, and about five years ago Dad quit his job and bought a small sheep farm not far from the city.� I guess Dad and Jean are always conscious of us being a blended family, and in some ways they overcompensate by being generous.� One outcome of their generosity is the luxury of my bedroom.� From the queen-size bed and huge wardrobe right down to all the minor details, I love it.� So the main reason why I don't like visitors is that I always get kicked out of my own room.
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It has become a tradition for family to visit every Easter.� My bedroom gets taken over by Dad's sister Aunty Sharon and her husband Uncle Robert, and Peter's room gets taken over by Jean's sister Dawn and her husband.� Peter and I are exiled to the shearer's cottage, which we have to share with my cousin James and Peter's cousin Monique.� Although our parents always make a fuss about spending family time together, all they ever want to do is talk about the personal problems of people they know, so they never actually want us kids around.� Unfortunately they always have the lounge in the farmhouse where the big TV is.� There's no satellite dish in the cottage so there's almost nothing to watch there.� On the plus side, however, they usually let us have some alcohol to take out to the cottage in the evenings.� We're all about the same age and get on quite well, so we sit around drinking and talking happily about normal stuff.
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This year Peter had even more reason than me to be unhappy about having to stay in the cottage.� The cottage has just two bedrooms, with two single beds in each, and I normally share with Monique while Peter shares with James.� The thing that made this year different was that at the end of the previous Easter James had told us he was gay.� This hadn't surprised any of us in the least, and to be fair on Peter, he was just as accepting and supportive as the rest of us.� He's pretty open-minded about these things.� But the prospect of sharing a room with James was starting to unsettle him.
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Monique's family arrived a couple of hours before James's family, and Peter took the opportunity to speak with Monique and me alone to see if we would be willing to mix up the normal sleeping arrangements.� He was at great pains to say that he wasn't homophobic, and didn't dislike or distrust James any more than previously, but he was uncomfortable with the possibility of James checking him out when he was changing or sleeping.� Peter argued that either of us should be happy to share a room with him because I was his step-sister and Monique was his cousin, and he also argued that neither of us should have a problem sharing a room with James since we knew he was gay.
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Monique and I laughed at his request.� We argued that if we should be able to trust him not to perve at us, then surely he should be able to trust James the same way.� We teased Peter that he was being a bit arrogant to assume that James would be at all interested in looking at his body, and then we sealed the argument by saying that James might be upset or offended if he found out Peter didn't want to share a bedroom.� Nothing further was said on the matter, and any discomfort Peter was feeling was well hidden when James arrived and was welcomed by us all.
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A couple of nights later when we congregated in the cottage in the evening, we discovered that we'd been given two bottles of wine instead of one.� When Dad gave me a bottle neither of us knew that Jean had already given Peter a bottle.� Since we'd already had a beer before dinner, then a glass of wine each during dinner, this was far more alcohol than our parents normally let us have at home.� This put us in a party mood, and it wasn't long before we decided a drinking game was in order.
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The game we decided on we call "I've never".� Going around the circle we each say something that we've never done, and then everyone who has done it has to have a sip of wine.� Mostly we stuck to silly stuff, and it's always pretty easy to get at least two people to drink.� For example, it was easy to get the boys to drink by saying I'd never peed standing up, and Peter got us girls to drink by saying he had never shaved his legs.� James unexpectedly hit the jackpot by saying he had never worn a bra, which caused Peter to blush and take a sip, and it soon became everyone's goal to come up with something that forced all the remaining three to drink.
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After a while the game became much more personal.� I think we were all curious about each other's personal lives and this seemed a good way to find out.� While I was still a virgin I had fooled around a fair bit with a few different boys, and I knew from things I had heard from girls at school that Peter had fooled around a fair bit too, but I didn't know how far he had gone.� Monique was naturally so quiet and shy that it didn't seem likely that she was at all experienced, but I also knew she had been dating an equally quiet and shy guy from her school.� I was curious to know if either of them had been brave enough to make a move.� And James's love life as a gay male in his last year at high school was a complete mystery to us.� We hadn't heard any mention of a boyfriend.
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Peter took the game in a more personal direction by saying "I've never asked a boy out on a date."� This turned out to be a failure in terms of the drinking game because none of us ever had.� I've always been on the receiving end of dating requests, and Monique's boyfriend had obviously been the one to ask her.� I felt a bit sorry for James, who was obviously looking a bit embarrassed about never being asked out, so I distracted everyone by teasing Peter about his wording, saying he should have said "I've never been asked out by a boy" instead.� It turned out that the reason Peter hadn't worded it that way was because he had actually been asked out by a boy on his cricket team, which caused Monique and me to laugh.
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James gave a brave smile and took the opportunity to turn the situation around during his turn.� He said "I've never been asked out by a boy," which naturally forced everyone else including Peter to take a drink.� James's willingness to be open about his lack of dating experience gave the rest of us confidence not to avoid the subject for his sake, and the game started heading more and more in that direction.� I said I had never been asked out on a date by a girl, which got Peter and James to have a drink, then Monique followed up by saying she had never kissed a girl, which Peter had done but neither James and I had.
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The game then became about who had touched what.� By this time there wasn't much wine left to drink, and we were all becoming giggly.� We stopped bothering trying to come up with things that would cause the other three to drink, and we focussed more on trying to find out things about each other.� We discovered that Peter, Monique and I had all intimately touched another person's genitals, and that only Peter and Monique had used their mouths on someone's genitals.� I had never done that.� Surprisingly it turned out that I was the only who had actually been properly naked in the presence of someone I was dating, although I had to admit that it was dark at the time.
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This in turn led to a discussion of what we each had actually seen.� I got that going in a light-hearted way by saying I had never seen a vagina up close.� Monique asked me what I meant by "up close" and I answered "closer than my own."� Monique had to concede that she had never seen one that close, and not surprisingly James hadn't either.� What did surprise us was when Peter also admitted he'd never seen one up close.
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"But you said earlier that you've gone down on a girl," retorted James.� "How can you say now that you've never seen one up close?"
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"It was dark," moaned Peter. "I couldn't see anything.� I've felt one, and I've seen some in pictures, but I've never done both at the same time."� Monique continued with this theme by confirming that she too had put her boyfriend's penis in her mouth twice, but had never had a good look at it in the light.
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"I've never seen a penis up close," said James suddenly.� "Sure I've had glimpses in changing rooms, but even that doesn't happen very often when guys know I'm gay.� They tend to hide themselves, or change quickly when I'm not looking."� James said this matter-of-factly, but in a very sad tone of voice.� I glanced quickly at Peter and I noticed he looked guilty, so I presume that he had been acting that way too.� I started to feel angry, so I decided to put Peter on the spot.
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"Come on Peter," I said.� "Why don't you give him a look at yours?"
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"Eh?" said Peter in surprise.� He seemed momentarily stunned, but he quickly gathered his thoughts.� "What's in it for me?" he asked with a smile.� "No offence James, but I don't exactly want to see yours in return."
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"Would you show James your thing if Monique agreed to show you her vagina?" I asked with a grin.
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"No way!" exclaimed Monique.� "You show him yours!"
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"I don't think so!" I said.� "Wouldn't that be incest? I am his step-sister."
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"So?" said Monique.� "I'm his cousin!"
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"Actually," chipped in James, "it wouldn't be incest with either of you.� Cousins can get married.� You aren't allowed to marry your step-father or step-mother, but you are allowed to marry a step-brother or step-sister.� Legally both of you would be allowed to marry Peter."
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"Well, not both at the same time!" laughed Peter.� "So how about it girls? How about you both show me?"
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I laughed.� Monique, however, turned the question back on Peter.� "So are you saying that if we show you our vaginas, you'll let James have a good look at your penis?"
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"Oh," said Peter.� "I'd forgotten about that bit.� I'm not sure."
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"You'd be getting two vaginas for the price of one," said Monique.� She really seemed to be getting into the idea.
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"Hold on!" I said.� "I haven't agreed to anything. This isn't some kids� game.� I'd never be able to look anyone in the eye if we started showing ourselves to each other."
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"I don't think anyone's talking about looking you in the eye," said James.� I think he could see the funny side of the situation.
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I tried to stay serious.� "The idea of looking at Peter's thing is still too weird.� Anyway, who's to say that Peter's dick is worth seeing?� Maybe I should be asking to see James's."
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"That sounds fair!" giggled Monique.� "He should pay some sort of price for getting to look at Peter."
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"So what are we saying here?" asked James.� "Are you saying we should all just get our clothes off and have a good look at whoever we like?"� I don't think any of us really knew what we were saying.
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"I don't know," said Peter.� "I still feel like I'd be the loser.� I'd still have to have some guy examining my penis."
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"I couldn't be comfortable either," I said.� "I'd be too self-conscious.� I am actually curious to have a look, but it's hard to separate the looking at things from the people attached to the things."
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"What if the room was dark?" asked James.� "We could shine a torch around like a spotlight.� That way we wouldn't have to see the faces of the people looking at us."
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"That's a great idea," said Monique.� "Maybe we could find a way of doing it so that we didn't actually know whose body was in the spotlight.� I think I could actually let Peter look at me if he didn't actually know it was mine.� Both of us girls are about the same shape and we're both natural blondes.� He wouldn't know which was which."
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"Your boobs are bigger than mine!" I retorted.
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"Nobody said anything about showing boobs!" said Monique.� "We'll keep our top halves covered."
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Peter looked disappointed, but he wisely didn't complain.� No good could have come from complaining.� Instead he said "I don't really see how this can work."
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"I think I know!" said Monique.� She was really starting to get excited, totally different from the normally quiet girl we knew.� "We turn the lights out and then we take off all the clothes from our waist down.� Then we each lie down on one of the beds and put a blanket over the top halves of our bodies, including our faces.� Then we each have a turn to get up and walk around with the torch.� If the order was secret, nobody would know who was looking at them when.� The girls wouldn't know which guy was which, and the guys wouldn't know which girl was which.� It would be as close to anonymous as possible."
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"I can't see how it would be possible," I said.� "We would know when we were getting set up who was where. And we couldn't make it work without talking at times."
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"I think I can work it out if you give me a few minutes," said Monique.� She got up and started to pace the room, deep in thought.� I was deep in thought too, wondering how things had progressed so far, and whether or not it was too late to stop.� Monique, meanwhile, briefly left the room and came back with her phone, her docking station which had speakers for listening to MP3s, a pen and some notepaper.� She started scribbling a few words on each sheet of paper, then screwed each piece of paper up into a ball.� She arranged the balls of paper into five piles.
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"Take one bit of paper from each pile," she said.
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I took my five balls of paper and looked at them.� They read �4th at beginning�, �2nd look�, �2nd at end�, �laundry�, and �boys' room, left bed�.
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"Here's how it will work," continued Monique.� "Each of us will start in a different room.� Your room will be written on one of your bits of paper.� You go into that room and take off your clothes.� The lights will be off in the hallway and the bedrooms apart from one torch which will be on in the hallway.� I'll set my phone up with the speaker.� I've got a timer app on my phone that I use for netball coaching.� I can set it to beep at set intervals.� At the start it will beep once a minute.� On the first beep the person with the paper that says �1st at beginning� will come out of their starting room and go to the bed written on their bit of paper.� The left and right bit is as you look at the room from the door.� You have a minute to get yourself onto the bed and cover your top half down to the waist.� When the phone beeps again the second person will go to their position, and so on.� If you're careful about opening the doors and moving quietly, nobody will know who's in which bed."
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"When the phone beeps for the fifth time, that's the signal for the person with the paper that says �1st look� to get up and get the torch.� They then have ten minutes to go around both bedrooms and admire the scenery.� At the end of their time the phone will beep, and they have to return to the bed they were in.� The phone will beep again a minute later for the person with �2nd look� to have their turn.� This continues until the fourth person has finished looking and has returned to their place.� After that the phone will beep once a minute.� Your final bit of paper tells you when it's your turn to get out of bed and return to your original room.� Once that is done there will be two minutes to give everyone the time to get dressed, and then we all come back to the lounge and pretend we're normal people again.� What do you think?"
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I was astonished.� The plan seemed to cover everything, which was very scary because it reduced the number of available objections.� Peter, however, still had his original objection.� "This still doesn't change the fact that all three of you will be making a beeline to the Peter show.� I hope nobody is offended if I say I'm not entirely comfortable with what that implies."
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"I know," said Monique. "My plan doesn't really fix that, but I do think it would be a pity for James to miss out because he's gay.� The best I can say is that you won't know which person is which.� Can you try to pretend that each time it is one of the girls?"
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As Peter thought about that, I tried to think about what the game would mean for me.� It was likely that the only person who would take a close look at me would be Peter, but I wouldn't have to see him do it, and when he was looking he wouldn't actually know if he was looking at Monique or me.� In return I would get the opportunity to have a close anonymous look at two penises.� I may not know which belonged to which boy, but that was actually a positive thing.� I could pretend they belonged to someone completely different if I wanted to.� I was feeling very nervous about taking part, but I had to admit it was exciting as well.� Since I knew that I would technically have it easier than Peter, I made a deal with myself to leave the decision up to him.� If he agreed to do it, then I would too.
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Peter's next response, however, shocked us all.
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"How about touching?" he asked.
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"Touching?" I squealed. "Why the hell would there be touching?"
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"I think it would make things fairer," explained Peter.� "With the guys everything will be out there to look at, but girls are different.� What if everything's hidden by hair?� I'm just talking about a little touching with fingers only.� I want to be able get a clear view, and maybe even open things up a little bit and have a peek inside."
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"Think about what you're saying," I warned.� "This would mean that James would be allowed to touch you."
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"Actually I have thought about it, and I think I can deal with it.� We're not talking about sexual touching here, just touching as part of looking.� James knows I'm not gay and that I wouldn't welcome a hand job from him, so I can trust him not to go over the line.� If any of you need to move my junk a bit with your hands to get a clearer look at it, go ahead.� No mouths.� No foreign objects. Just enough finger contact to help get a good look.� If you all agree to that, then I'm in."
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A moment ago I had promised myself I would go ahead if Peter agreed.� Did touching change this?� I wasn't sure.� To my surprise Monique agreed almost immediately.� James agreed too.� Everyone turned to me and waited for my decision.� I found myself saying yes.
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Immediately, almost with fear that we would chicken out if we hesitated for a second, we started getting ready.� Monique started programming the time intervals into her phone while Peter organised the torch.� James and I went into the bedrooms and got the blankets ready so they could be found easily in the dark.� We turned off all the lights and returned to the lounge where we waited until Monique was ready.� Finally she said "Let's do it!"� She pressed the screen of her phone and a very loud beep made us all jump.� "Let's go to our starting rooms.� The next alarm is in two minute's time.� That's when we begin with the first person."
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I went straight down the hallway to the laundry.� As I went I couldn't help noticing Monique heading towards the bathroom and James going to the kitchen.� Peter had staying in the lounge.� I was just about to turn on the light when I remembered the laundry didn't have any curtains.� I looked out the window and saw, about a hundred metres away, the adults sitting around the table in the main house playing cards.� At least they wouldn't interrupt us.� They would text us if they wanted to communicate with us.
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It felt very naughty taking off my clothes in front of the window, even though I knew there was no way anyone could see me.� I kicked off my shoes, and then I undid my jeans and pushed them and my panties down together, taking my socks off at the same time.� Just like that I was half naked and ready.� Then I stood there waiting - two minutes is a very long time.� Eventually the alarm went off.� I heard the faint sound of a door opening, but I couldn't tell which door it was.� This was followed by the faintest sound of bare feet moving along the hallway.� Then there was silence.� The pattern was repeated after the second alarm.� This time I was sure it was the bathroom door.� A minute later the alarm sounded again for the third person.
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As I stood in the darkened laundry waiting for my turn I continued to watch the adults, thinking about how little they suspected that their teenage children were currently scurrying around the cottage naked from the waist down.� I stepped up close to the window to look at them, and I realised that even if the laundry light was on, or if they had somehow shined a spotlight on the cottage, they would only see my clothed top half.� Suddenly I had a naughty thought.� My top half would be covered by a blanket.� What would it matter if I was completely naked?� I immediately pulled my t-shirt off and started to remove my bra just as the alarm sounded again.
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I finished removing my bra and gingerly opened the door.� The hallway was almost completely dark.� Peter had left the torch turned on shining down on the carpet, leaving just a faint glow around the edge.� I crept past the room I shared with Monique, aware that there would be two half naked bodies in there.� I wondered whose naked butt would be on my bed.� I went through the doorway of the boys' room and turned left.� I could hear faint breathing from the other bed, but I could see nothing.� I lay down on the bed and pulled the blanket over my top half.� I tucked the edges under me so that it would be difficult for anyone to pull the blanket away.� Then I lay there and waited for the next alarm, fully aware that my naked lower half was completely exposed in the darkened room.
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When the next alarm sounded, the inspection began in earnest.� Who was the person who would get the first look?� Whoever it was they were in the other room, because I heard no sound of movement from the other occupant of the room I was in.� I heard some footsteps in the hallway which seemed to go back to the room they had come from.� I guess that's what anyone would have done first - check to see who was in the same room as them.� Whatever they found there, it obviously occupied their attention as quite a few minutes ticked by without anyone entering the room where I lay.� Was it Monique looking at one of the boys, or Peter looking at Monique? Or maybe it was James having his turn with Peter.
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If it was James doing the looking, there was a good chance he would never come into my room at all. But I presumed it wasn't James from what happened next.� I sensed that someone was standing at the door and then coming closer. Then all of a sudden someone was touching my knees.� O my god!� I was being touched!� I only just managed to prevent myself from crying out.� I don't know why it mattered, but I intended to do everything in my power to prevent the boys from knowing which body was Monique's and which was mine.� The hands started to gently push my knees apart.� Of course, I should probably have spread my legs to start with.� Even though James was gay, he must be curious about what a woman looked like.� Maybe if this was James the touching would stop once my legs were spread.� Feeling incredibly exposed, I voluntarily open myself as wide as I comfortably could.
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The response to my spreading my legs was immediate.� Suddenly there was a hand groping at my vagina. �The touching was clumsy at first, but then there was a brief pause as the torch was laid on the bed.� I could feel it touching my thigh.� Then I could feel both their hands resuming the exploration of my most private place.� Although the touching was surprisingly gentle, it could only be Peter who would explore me so thoroughly.� My lips are naturally a bit puffy and the entrance can be difficult to locate, but now that he was using two hands I could feel him find the opening and spread me wide.� My labia was then held open with one hand while the other hand picked up the torch, undoubtedly to shine the light as deep inside me as possible.
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I was aware of feeling very aroused.� The fact that Peter is my step-brother did not lessen that one bit.� It is difficult to admit, but that might even have increased my excitement.� I had spent the last few years pretending he was of no consequence to me apart from as a member of my family, but then all of a sudden I was opening my legs to him and would soon have the opportunity to look at and touch his penis.� As I report here the sensations I was feeling then I know that my imagination is probably running away from me.� I felt like I could feel the heat of the torch light inside me, but this does seem fanciful when I look back on it.� I also fancied that the scent from my vagina was now pervading the room.� My vagina seemed flooded with pussy juices, and I imagined he was now looking at a pool of liquid inside me.� A trickle of moisture that ran down to my buttocks was certainly real enough, but my belief that it was obvious to Peter may just be in my imagination.� The fingers that were holding my vagina open rearranged their position, freeing up one finger that actually went inside me, and as it came out again it was deliberately dragged over my clitoris, causing me to gasp out loud.
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At the sound of my gasp the hand that was touching me flinched and withdrew, but there was no sound of any more movement in the room.� He may well have snuck away, but I felt like I could still feel the light shining on my privates and two eyes continuing to examine me.� After what seemed like an eternity the alarm went off, giving the signal for the watcher to return to their bed.� I could hear their footsteps leave the room and I could hear the torch being placed in the hallway.� After that there was silence.� Their return to the other room was done without any unnecessary noise.� I now waited in keen anticipation for the next alarm, which would be my cue to get out of bed and take my turn to have a close up and uninterrupted view of the boys.
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As I'm sure that everyone else's hearing was as closely tuned as mine was in the dark, I made every effort to get out of bed as silently as possible when my turn came.� I picked up the torch and followed my first instinct, which was to return to the room I was in to see who I was sharing with.� I shone the torch at the other bed and instantly saw an erect penis at the meeting place of two hairy legs, with the rest of the body covered as expected by a blanket.� Since it appeared certain that it was Peter who had come from the other room, this boy I was looking at must be my cousin James.� The presence of an erection didn't surprise me, even though I presumed that he had received no attention from Peter.� Weren't teenage boys always erect?� Surely gay boys weren't any different.
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I moved in closer.� This was after all my first opportunity to examine a penis up close.� I could already see that this one was circumcised.� I had felt a couple of penises inside trousers in the dark, and I suspected but wasn't certain that both of them were circumcised.� I had known James since we were both little children, but the issue of him being circumcised or not had never come up.� I examined it closely. �Because it was erect it was clearly visible from all angles, and there was no real reason to touch it to get a better view, but I felt an overwhelming urge to touch it anyway.� Partly this was because I was sure he would touch Peter while Peter was definitely unlikely to touch him in return, so it seemed right somehow to even the score.� Also, I just wanted to see what it felt like, and compare the experience with the others I had touched or would touch in the future.� I reached out and gently grasped it with two fingers and pulled it more upright, as if this was needed to get a better look, but then I went a step further by wrapping the fingers of my other hand around it and explored it further by touch.� I was rewarded with a faint moan.
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Although I was sure a lot less than half my time had gone, it was impossible to keep track of time, so I decided to quickly head into the other room.� Since Peter had touched me so intimately, pretty much overstepping the limits of our agreement, I was determined to get my payback.� As I stepped through the doorway and shone the torch around, the first person I spotted was Monique.� Then, when I looked at the other bed, I found my victim.� The penis in the torch light was a similar size and was similarly erect.� This penis, however, was definitely uncircumcised.� The extra skin around the head reminded me of a scarf or muffler. Without any hesitation I reached out and touched it.� The fact that Peter lived with me as my step-brother had no impact on my actions.� I gently grasped his foreskin with my fingers and eased it down until the head was fully uncovered, then I let it go in order to watch the foreskin return into place.� To my surprise his penis seemed to grow slightly and become even more rigid, and the head poked out from the foreskin even more of its own accord.� The other result of my touch was some twitching of his legs and some squirming of his body.� I repeated my touching a few more times, just to enjoy the reaction. �
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Another more unexpected reaction was that some liquid started to seep out of the tip.� I had heard about this in sex education at school but had never experienced it first-hand.� This was the reason why we were told never to use the withdrawal method for contraception.� The idea that some sperm could escape early had always seemed like an old wives tail told to scare us, but here was the proof.� Impulsively I used my finger to gather some up and taste it.� It was very salty.
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Again time was almost impossible to measure.� The beeper hadn't gone off, and I wondered if I had time to visit the other room again.� I idly shone the torch around and I watched as the light illuminated Monique's legs on the other side of the room.� Something about her struck me as odd, and I absentmindedly walked closer to where she lay.� It was soon obvious that Monique's patch of pubic hair was a lot smaller than mine.� It had been trimmed back quite a bit from her bikini line, and when I looked closer I saw that there was no hair at all around her pussy lips.� Did she shave it? Or did she get it waxed?� It was something we had never talked about.� I had seen a few other bushes like this in the changing sheds at school, but I had always been too shy to talk about it.� Suddenly I had an irresistible urge to feel the skin to see if it felt rough or smooth.
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Surely I couldn't touch her?� She would never know I had looked at her, but she couldn't miss being touched.� I presumed that Peter had already touched her in much the same way he had touched me.� I started to think things through.� Surely if she was touched by a second person she would assume it was James.� Even though he was openly gay, he was still a boy after all.� Monique was bound to assume that James would touch her before it occurred to her that it might be me.� With this thought in mind, I reached out and ran a finger along the hairless skin next to her exposed labia.� Once I had taken this first step, my mind was suddenly overwhelmed with curiosity.� I had never been this close to another girl's naked vagina.� What did it look like up close?� What did a clitoris look like in real life?� Was it possible to see the urethra?� Would I ever get another opportunity to answer any of these questions?� Since I had already taken the step of touching her once, I decided to go all out and satisfy my curiosity.� I reached out and opened her with my fingers, laying the torch down between her legs as Peter had done, and I looked at her closely until the alarm sounded.� I started with surprise when it did so, and I probably made a lot of noise as I returned to my bed and covered myself with the blanket.� I couldn't believe I had just intimately touched another girl's vagina.� What had come over me?
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The third person to take their turn was the boy in the same room - the boy I figured by the process of elimination to be James.� I could hear him climb out of bed and go into the hall to get the torch.� My belief seemed confirmed when, after walking back into the room for a short time, he left to go to the other bedroom.� Surely this was the opportunity he had been waiting for - his first ever opportunity to look at another man's penis up close.� When I thought about it, we had persuaded Peter to take part by selling him the idea that he wouldn't know which person was which, so he could always pretend it was one of the girls inspecting him instead of James.� But if James used his entire time looking at Peter, then it would be obvious to Peter that it was him.� Oh well!� There was nothing I could do now apart from lay back and enjoy some peace and quiet.� With the others all in the other room, I presumed I had the full ten minutes to myself to replay the images in my mind of my inspections of Peter, James and Monique.� Had I really looked at and touched their privates?� It was bizarre.� I was left uninterrupted for some time, but I was then surprised by the sound of someone entering the room several minutes before the ten minute alarm sounded.� What was he doing here?� Suddenly I could feel the torch being placed on the bed between my legs and fingers started exploring my vagina.� I felt sick, and it wasn't with the thought of being touched by my gay cousin.� No, I was feeling sick because I was thinking about Monique.� Had James touched her? If he was touching me then surely he had touched her as well.� Therefore, I reasoned, Monique had just been touched for the third time, so she would know that I had touched her. How embarrassing!
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My thoughts about Monique distracted me from what was happening, and the touching I was receiving was not as invasive as the first person, who had deliberately rubbed my clitoris.� Part of me wanted to be touched that way again, but the idea of it was too embarrassing.� Eventually the alarm sounded and I heard the person return to the bed on the other side of the room and arrange the blankets over themselves.� Time seemed to stand still as we waited for the signal for the fourth and final person to have their turn.� I couldn't resist the urge to reach down and touch myself, amazing myself with how turned on and wet I was feeling, and I had to force myself to stop when the alarm went again.� That was one activity I didn't want anyone seeing by the light of the torch.
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By my reckoning it was now Monique's turn.� She is Peter's cousin, so I have known her for the least amount of time, about five years.� She is quite introverted, so I don't know her very well, so I was quite surprised by the role she had taken in getting things happening tonight.� She had obviously been prepared to allow herself to be inspected, but what would be her reaction now that, as I presumed, she had figured out that I was one of the people to intimately look at and touch her most private place?
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Not surprisingly, I had a bit of a wait.� Like everyone before her, after she got the torch she had gone straight back into the room she had been in.� By my calculations it was Peter lying on the other bed in that room.� Had Monique worked that out?� A number of minutes passed by, signifying that a rather thorough inspection was taking place.� No sound of it, however, carried to the room where I was.� Eventually I heard the sound of footsteps entering the room.� I tensed, wondering if I would suddenly be touched, but a gasp from the other bed indicated that things were underway over there.� As I lay there, I knew it was pretty unlikely that Monique would show any interest in me, but I couldn't decide whether this was for the best or not.� I had absolutely no desire for her to look at me or touch me apart from the bizarre notion that we would somehow be even if she did.� It would be very weird, but at least we would both be as weird as each other.
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From the other side of the room I could definitely hear sounds of movement and then some moaning.� Serious touching was going on, obviously far more than could be justified by our agreement to only touch as much as was necessary to get a clear look.� I was surprised that Monique would cross the line, but I was also surprised at the way James was responding.� Gay or not, I guess it still feels good when someone touches your penis in the dark.� How long would this go on for?� Were things going to get messy?
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Suddenly there was a change in the noise I was hearing.� The excited moans were replaced by a frustrated groan as I heard Monique stand up and come over to where I lay.� I felt pressure on the mattress near my left knee, then pressure on the mattress between my knees.� She was kneeling on the bed astride my left leg.� Then I felt the torch being placed on the bed, leaning up against my left thigh.� This was a sure sign that she was intending to touch me.� I guess this was one of the privileges of going last - you're allowed to give as good as you got.
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I flinched as two hands went to my inner thighs and gently stroked their way up to my groin.� Fingers gently brushed over my pussy before heading back down my thighs to my knees.� This was repeated several times before finally stopping at my vagina.� This was an obvious plan to see me in a more aroused state, and it was definitely working.
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Once her fingers started to explore, it was with a great deal of tenderness.� There was the inevitable spreading of the lips and the leaning in close to get a close look.� I felt her breath on my ultra-sensitive skin.� Then things got a whole lot weirder.� Suddenly I felt a tongue run up my labia and over my clitoris.� The shock of it made me recoil and my arms and legs flew up instinctively in response.� My left leg, of course, was trapped between the legs of my assailant and had very limited movement options apart from up to the junction of her thighs, and that was when I discovered that it wasn't a her at all.� The bits my knee collided with there were definitely male, as was the grunt of pain as my knee connected.� He jumped immediately to his feet, grabbed the torch, and hurried from the room, leaving me lying there with my head spinning in confusion.
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My thoughts weren't becoming any clearer as time elapsed.� I heard the alarm go off, followed a minute later by another alarm.� At this stage the boy in the other bed in the room got up and left, which at least reminded my muddled mind of what was happening.� It was my turn to get up at the next alarm, and I wandered in a daze into the laundry and shut the door.� I sat down on the washing machine and continued to replay the events of the evening in my mind.
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I had discovered that the fourth person had been one of the boys.� I also knew the third person had been a boy, because I knew it was the person I was sharing a room with and I had seen and touched his penis during my turn.� I had assumed the first person had been Peter, based simply on the fact I had been intimately touched during the first turn, but the first person must have been Monique.� She had brazenly opened me up and rubbed her finger on my clitoris.� So which boy had been which?� I had assumed I was sharing the room with James, based on the erroneous belief that Peter had gone first, but now I realised that the boy who had gone last had gone to town on the boy in my room.� Surely that must have been James touching Peter.� My goodness! He had practically jacked Peter off and Peter had responded, no doubt presuming (or at least hoping) he was being touched by one of the girls.� This meant, however, that it was James my gay cousin who had licked me, while Peter had actually been the least intimate in his touching.
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But what now?� When Monique had said earlier that we would get dressed and pretend to be normal people again, it had all sounded so easy.� All of us, with the possible exception of Peter, had gone further than we had anticipated.� I was feeling very embarrassed.� How could I look any of them in the eye and pretend nothing had happened?� Maybe I should go and apologise, but then I was worried that this would make everything more awkward than it already was.
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I knew there was no going back to �normal�, the way things had been before, but the idea came to me that maybe there could be a new normal.� There was a simple way that I could acknowledge what had happened and move on.� It was a risk, but I felt like I had nothing to lose.� Leaving all my clothes where they lay in the laundry I opened the laundry door and stepped naked into the darkened hallway.� The final alarm had already sounded, but there had been no noise from any of the others.
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I walked down the hallway and flicked on the light switch.� When I turned back around I saw Monique's head peeking around the bathroom door, while James was peeking out from the kitchen.� I instinctively covered myself with my hands, but then I forced myself to move my arms away and let them see me.� As I did this James nervously emerged from the kitchen and Monique sheepishly came out of the bathroom.� James was completely naked, and he was forcing himself not to hide his still erect uncircumcised penis.� Monique was naked from the waist down, but she quickly joined me by pulling her top and bra off, allowing her large breasts to hang free on her otherwise petite frame.� We stood awkwardly together in the hallway until Monique finally said "I guess we shouldn't keep Peter waiting."
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The lounge was the room assigned to Peter and he had had plenty of time to get dressed, which he had done.� The expression on his face was a funny mixture of confusion and pleasure as the three of us walked naked into the room.� He looked at us in stunned silence before eventually bursting into action.� He simply said "Cool!" as he stood up and started taking off his clothes.
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"I'll go and put the kettle on," said Monique.
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November 2011
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