Date: Fri, 6 May 2022 23:16:55 +0000 (UTC) From: Bob TheElephant Subject: Secrets of the Air Vent Part 1 It's not that my family is poor, really. But we're certainly not rich. And so I grew up in a double-wide manufactured home -- Mom would always insist that we not call it a "trailer." My bedroom was small, but cozy, and I shared a wall with my older brother. On the other side of my bedroom was the bathroom the two of us shared. My brother Sean was four years older than me--and you don't share a bathroom with someone without, every once in a while, having an accident. We'd seen each other naked as kids--I knew he had a willy, and he knew I had a spot. But when we started to get older, our parents stressed to us that we couldn't see each other like that anymore. I didn't understand that--at ten years old, the idea of sex had never really been presented to me. I didn't get why boys had willies and girls had spots, but I knew they did. And Mom and Dad's bedroom was on the far end of the trai--manufactured home from us, so we never really walked in on them. My first inkling came when I stepped out of the shower and caught a look at myself in the mirror. I'll admit, I was a little vain, even then, and stepping out of the shower I spent quite a bit of time looking at myself in the mirror, doing little flex poses and that sort of thing. I was totally naked, my hair still damp from the shower, and I had one leg up on the toilet seat, doing a Wonder-Woman pose, when Sean opened the door. He was wearing a towel wrapped about his waist, and not much else...and he pretty clearly didn't expect to see me in there. He gasped when he saw me, and immediately blushed. Like, his whole body blushed...and then his towel started to grow a bulge right where I knew his willy was. That...was interesting. I'd never seen that happen before. He stood and looked--his eyes clearly fixed on my spot--for a long while before he said. "Oh, Beth! Shit Sorry!" and quickly shut the door. I wasn't upset with him. Not at all. I was curious about what the hell was going on under that towel...and I resolved that it was time for me to use my secret weapon. The wall between his room and mine was a thing sort of thing, but the HVAC system, in a spurt of efficiency, opened an air vent on both his wall and mine at the same spot. If you put your eye up to it, you could see through into the other room. When my brother used to have friends over and play without me, I'd gotten used to spying on him through the air vent...so much so that my bunk bed (for sleepovers) was on the wall, and the air vent was right next to the top bunk, at chest-level if I was kneeling on the mattress. His bunk bed was on the far wall, and unlike me he preferred the bottom bunk. So I slipped out of the bathroom and into my room...then up to the top bunk. Even before I got my eye up to the air vent, I heard a little squelching sound, and my brother's breathing. I looked through the air vent...and held my breath for a moment. He had his hand firmly wrapped around his willy, and he was moving it fast. His face contorted up, and his back arched as he beat his meat firmly, jerking himself off with wild abandon. I'd never even heard of such a thing...but as I watched him doing it I couldn't look away. There was a little bit of hair...not much, just some fuzz, growing around his base. My spot started to get all warm and tingly, and I shifted my hips a bit to itch it, but it only made things worse. He reached under his mattress for a magazine that I'd never seen before. When he pulled it out, from my angle I could only see the cover...but it had an adult woman with big, full breasts on the cover, totally naked. She was laying on a bench...some kind of an outdoor thing...and her legs were on either side of the bench so that you could see her spot front and center. One of her hands was on a breast, and the other one was on the little button at the top of her spot. Sean had the magazine open and was looking at something while he rubbed himself, but I stared at that cover...when not staring at his hand abusing his willy. Curiously, I slipped my own hand down and touched my spot...and it was all wet! It'd never really done that before. I ran it back and forth, just sort of exploring, then touched it just like that cover lady was touching hers. I was rewarded with a shiver of electricity shooting through my whole body. I began to speed up, rubbing faster and faster. Sean's back arched, and something white came out of the head of his willy. Then he collapsed onto his mattress, breathing hard. His magazine flapped onto his mattress, and fell open to a picture of two women...one of whom appeared to be licking the other one's spot! That made me rub harder. I didn't know what I wanted, I just knew I wanted to keep going. I bit my lower lip so Sean wouldn't hear me through the air vent, and all of my muscles throughout my little body clenched and spasmed all at once. I slumped into my own bed, exhausted, and not quite sure what had just happened...but knowing I wanted more. *** "You watched him rub himself?" Chloe said in a strained tone somewhere between a whisper and a squeal. "And you saw, like, everything?" I nodded. "We need to have a sleepover at your place." Chloe was in the same grade as me, but she'd always been a bit more outgoing. I'm not sure why the two of us fell in thick as thieves when we were younger, but we'd grown up BFFs and we never intended to change that. "Uh..." I said. "I mean, I'm sure that's fine. It's not like my parents care much. Dad's always out at a bar, and Mom works the night shift, so it's usually just us. If you want to come over, that's fun." "I want to watch your brother!" she said with a naughty little giggle. "Do you think we can get him to do it again?" I flushed...bright red. "I...you mean ask him?" I asked. Chloe shook her head. "No...no. But...you know. You said he saw you in the shower and then ran for his room, right? Maybe...maybe we can encourage him a little bit. I think I know how." I shrugged. "Ok," I said. "Come on over, then." Chloe nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah," she said, and the smile on her face made me wonder whether I should be afraid or excited. *** That Friday, Chloe came over. She had an overnight bag, and grinned at me. "Sleepover time!" she said with a smile, then hugged me. As she did, she whispered in my ear, "He here?" I nodded to her and she grinned at me. "All right," she said. "Let's go get changed into our jammies and then let's watch some anime!" I giggled at that, and nodded. I wasn't sure what her plan was, but honestly there were worse ways to spend an evening than hanging with your BFF and watching anime. Dad was out being Dad, Mom was at work...so why not? I ran to my room and started assembling my pajamas. We all know that a good sleepover demands pajamas. Chloe, though, shook her head when I pulled out my light-purple onesie. "Nope," she said, then reached into her overnight bag and grabbed a nightshirt. "We're going to wear these." The shirts were overly large--adult-male sized t-shirts with some sort of cutesie anime princess on them. I frowned a bit. "I have pajamas," I said. "I know, silly," she said. "But wear this instead, and do what I do." Then she got naked. Like, really naked. I watched her pull off her panties and reveal her hairless little spot in no time. I stood there, staring at her. "What, like what you see?" she asked me with a little wink. I did. I didn't know how to say it, but I thought for a moment about the thing my brother had been watching. The two women, one licking the other's spot. I wondered what it'd be like to lick Chloe's spot. I wondered what it would be like if she licked mine. The moment didn't last, though, as she slid a nightshirt over her nakedness, then gestured to me. "Your turn, Trin," she said. "Strip down." I blushed, but did as she asked, slowly. She watched me appraisingly, smiling. "Nice!" she said when I pulled off my panties. "Your pussy is a little puffy!" "My...what?" "Your pussy! You know..." she stepped close to me and tapped my spot with one of her fingers. Frissons of electricity shot through my body and I gasped at the sudden contact. "...this thing, right here." I flushed again, and looked away from her. "...oh," I said. "I've always just called it my spot." "Your spot?" she giggled. "It's a pussy. Or a vulva. But pussy's better. It's what Dad calls it when he's fucking Mom. Not that he thinks I see." "When he's...?" I asked. "When he's got his dick in her pussy," she said. "It's something boys and girls do that makes them feel good." "Oh," I said, and thought about it. "That makes sense." "Yeah. Now put this nightshirt on, and let's see if we can't give Sean a reason to give us a show through that air-vent." *** The anime Chloe selected was one I'd never heard of before. It involved cute magical girls fighting some sort of bad guy. I paid attention, but only a little bit. Sean came out of his room when we were three episodes in. He gave us a little wave, then headed for the kitchen to put a sandwich together for himself. I looked over at Chloe, and she winked at me. Then she drew her knees up to her chest and hugged them. Her nightshirt opened, and when she parted her legs just a little bit it gave anyone who looked a clear view of her spot. Her pussy. Her tiny, bald, little slit. I blushed. Did she want me to do that? Wouldn't it look obvious if we both did it? I locked my eyes on the television. So did Chloe--she was playing it as if she didn't know what she was doing or that her spot--her pussy--was open and visible to all. Sean noticed, though. I saw him stop for a moment and stare. Chloe didn't even look at him, just kept watching the anime, but Sean's eyes were locked on her pussy. I watched his chest begin to rise and fall deeply, and his sweats began to form a noticeable bulge below the waistline. Then he suddenly reached for his phone, and started typing something into it. I had no idea what he was doing, but he seemed distracted by whoever was texting him. After about a minute, Chloe put her legs back down, pretending she had no idea--and Sean immediately headed to his room. As soon as he left, Chloe looked to me and smiled. "I think I got him!" she said. "Quick...to the upper bunk!" We scrambled, trying to stifle our giggles, into my room and up onto my bunkbed. We pressed our faces together so we could both see through the air vent. In his room, we saw my brother. He wasn't beating off (yet), but he was pulling a bottle of lotion out of his nightstand. Then he pulled out his phone...and on it was a picture of Chloe. And her naked pussy. "Omigod," Chloe said in a low voice. "He took a picture! That's why he pulled his phone out!" She giggled a little, putting a hand over her mouth so as to keep from alerting our unwitting performer. I felt myself flushing hot. Sean placed the phone on his pillow, then pumped a lot of lotion into his right hand. He knelt on the bed, then began stroking his willy and staring at the picture of Chloe's pussy. Chloe, for her part, had stopped giggling and started breathing hard. I looked down and saw that she'd hitched her nightshirt up and was rubbing her own pussy as she watched Sean. I didn't know what turned me on more...watching her, or watching him. But either way, I knew I had to be touched, so I leaned back in my bed, raised my own nightshirt, and began rubbing myself. In doing so, I took my head away from the air vent. I couldn't see Sean. Chloe was bent over on all fours--well, on three out of four, as her right hand was working between her legs and her little butt flexed as she humped her own hand. I spread my legs, content to watch Chloe as she jammed two fingers inside her pussy and rubbed the little button at the top with her thumb. "Holy fuck," she whispered. "He's really stroking it. Look at that cock. He's staring at a picture of me and stroking it hard." Sean could have the picture, for all I cared. I had the live performance. Chloe's little butt began to bounce harder, her hand moving rapidly as she pleasured herself. I felt the heat from my own pussy rising as I rubbed and rubbed while staring at my best friend's sex. "He just came. Oh god, he came all over my pussy," she gasped, then her ass clenched hard and her hand vibrated wildly. I felt my own body tensing, clenching down, and I arched my back and bit my lower lip. Then I sank back into my pillow with a floof, and Chloe turned to smile at me. "You missed most of the show!" she said. "He's gonna have to clean his phone after that." I blushed, not sure if I should tell her I was watching an entirely different show. Then I heard Sean's door, followed by the bathroom. He turned the shower on--he clearly did have some cleaning up to do. "Wait here," I said, then quickly slipped down off the top bunk we'd been sharing and out of my room. I slipped into my brothers room, needing to be quick while he showered, and then slipped my hand under his mattress. I found the magazine he'd been looking at the first time I watched him, and ran on tip-toes back to my bedroom with a mischievous smile on my face. "Here's what he was looking at last time," I said, handing Chloe the magazine before climbing into bed myself. The cover featured a pair of blonde ladies with really big boobs. They were all wet from something, and kissing each other naked. I read "Lesbian Lovers" as the title. "Oh wow," Chloe said. "This is a porno." I giggled. "I'm betting he's not going to look for it for a while. Not now that he has a Chloe porno instead." Chloe actually blushed a little, then opened the magazine up. "Hmm," she said. "I was hoping for a little more dick. This is all, like, girls doing stuff to each other." "Like, what sort of stuff?" I asked. I'd seen it from afar, but I have to admit I'd really wanted to look at it up close. "Well," she said, then opened to a big centerfold picture. The two women from the cover were lying one atop the other, and their heads were buried in each others' crotches. You could only really see the girl on top's pussy from the angle of the camera, but the girl on bottom had her tongue right up on the nub. "I bet that feels good," I said, more to myself than anything. Chloe turned to me. "What?" she asked. "That--" I said. "Getting licked like that. I mean, fingers feel good. I bet a tongue feels even better." She thought for a moment and nodded. "Probably," she said. "I never really thought about being able to do stuff like this with another girl." She paused for a moment. "Kids at the school would call us gay just for looking at this, you know." I shrugged. "They don't have to know," I said. "Besides, we're just looking. Unless..." I paused, letting it hang in the air. Both of us looked at each other, and both of us had started breathing hard again. The unspoken hung between us for a moment. Chloe spoke first, and she came at it sideways. "Beth? When we were...earlier. I was looking at Sean through the grate. Were you looking at me?" I blushed bright red. I couldn't even say words, so I just nodded, a little timidly. Chloe's eyebrows raised, and she got a little smile. "Well," she says. "That hardly seems fair. I mean, now the only person in this house who hasn't had someone get off watching them is you. So, it's your turn." "What?" I said. "You heard me. Hitch up that nightshirt and show me your stuff. I want to see if I can get off watching you, since you did it watching me." A million feelings hit me at once. I was shy, excited, terrified, and, above all, horny. Slowly, I lifted my nightshirt back up behind me. I leaned back against my pillows and brought my knees up, spreading my legs. Chloe mirrored my position at the foot of the bed, and soon we were both staring at each other's hands on our pussies. "Fuck," Chloe said. "This IS hot. Why haven't we done this before?" She asked. I got up on my knees, raising my torso straight up to get a better view of my friends' crotch. My fingers continued their furious work between my legs, driving my newly-awakened passions onward. Then, on an impulse, I lowered my head and ran my tongue against Chloe's little slit. "What the--" she said, then moaned. "Oh, holy shit, Beth. That's...it's so good. Keep going, just like that. Yeah, lick the clit, right at the top." I tried to follow her instructions as best I could. Her pussy was slightly salty, but the scent of it drove me mad. I kept working my hand between my own legs, rubbing frantically at myself even as I lapped at Chloe's. When she finally clenched down, she grabbed the back of my head and humped her pussy against my face. That move, that absolute claiming of my head for her pleasure, sent me over the edge. I moaned into my friend's crotch as I felt my pussy responding to my hand and the heat of the whole situation. Chloe fell back against the bunkbed's railing, her chest heaving. "Well," she said. "You were right. That does feel good."