Our parents had gotten into the habit of going out many nights, leaving Lily and me to ourselves. Sometimes the two of us would even have to cook our own dinner and get ready for bed before they got back. It was on one such occasion that Lily, completely innocently, suggested that we take our evening bath together since – as she put it, practical as always – it would save water and be quicker. (The unspoken premise, I guess, was that, since going to bed together was the highlight of our day, the quicker we could get ready the better!) This of course posed a huge dilemma for me as I wouldn’t be able to relieve myself with Lily there. At the same time, though, I was intrigued, excited really, by the idea. I had to admit that, while I didn’t think of Lily in a sexual way at all, I was intrigued by the thought of finally seeing her completely nude. And I couldn’t argue with her logic. I agreed, and she went excitedly to run the bath. When it was ready, we both, somewhat ceremoniously, stripped out of our clothes. We stood there a bit awkwardly in our underwear – I think we both must have sensed the oddness of taking that final step – but finally Lily, without any further ado, pulled down her panties. I stood there almost in awe. It was only, after all, a couple extra square feet of skin at most that she’d revealed above and beyond every part of her that I’d seen, now, countless times. But it represented that final secret, the part she had never shown me, the part too that, I was confident, I was uniquely privileged to see. She posed there at the edge of the bathtub, slightly self-consciously and a little chubbily, her tummy protruding just a little bit over her vulva, which she made no attempt to conceal. It was lightly covered with blonde hair, just like my own privates. In fact I felt a strange connection between hers, that I was seeing for the first time, and my own, that I’d been paying so much attention to recently. Other than the obvious difference they seemed almost alike. Read more »