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 My Host Mom's Son Brandon

   By Emi Tsuruta

   Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd like to
know more about my friends and me, drop by my home page at:
http://www.asstr.org/~emitsuruta/

   It's been years now since I first came to Oceanview to study.  How time
flies.  When I first got here, my host mom Loretta used to get me to
baby-sit her kids, Brandon and Jennifer.  Now they're all grown up. 
Jennifer's in high school and Brandon's going off to university.  They've
changed so much.  Jennifer was always a good girl, but Brandon is a bit
more of a prankster.  Sometimes when I was babysitting them, Brandon would
pull Jen's hair, or chase her around the house.  I would try to break it
up, but then they would come after me, giggling away like crazy.

   They're both kind of cute kids, so I didn't mind so much, but sometimes,
they'd get a bit out of hand.  Brandon would come up behind me when I was
sitting on the rug, and try to wrestle me to the ground.  I would get up on
top of him, but he would just keep on laughing, squeezing my breasts or
trying to get his hand between my legs.  I think he was just trying to be
funny, but it was hard to stay calm with him touching me all over.  As they
got older, we stopped rough-housing, but that's what they were like when I
first met them.

   I don't think my host family knows that much about my 'hobby.' I guess
they have caught me a few times.  I remember this one morning.  I got up,
and took my shampoo and stuff across to the bathroom to get ready to take a
shower.  I thought I had everything, so I stripped out of my pajamas, and
got into the tub, but then I realized I'd forgotten my washcloth back in my
room.  I could hear voices and the rattling of dishes coming from
downstairs, so I thought that the three of them must be down in the kitchen
eating breakfast.

   Standing there shivering in my bare scuddy, I opened the bathroom door,
and took a peek out into the hall.  I couldn't see anyone, so I tiptoed
out, walking across to my room, stark naked.  Just then though, Brandon
came out of his room rubbing his eyes.  I was so surprised to see him.  I
immediately covered my pussy and breasts with my hands, for all the good it
did.  He could still obviously tell I was stark naked.  He craned his head
to the side trying to see around my hands, but when I motioned for him to
quit it, he started yelling,

   "Mom!"

   I lifted my finger to my mouth, signalling for him to keep quiet. 
Brandon just glared at me, all worked up and indignant.  I was so worried
that his mom would come up, and find me, standing here naked, flashing her
son.  Luckily though, I don't think she heard him.  Once I was sure she
wasn't coming, I beated a retreat to my room, and shut the door.  Before I
could catch my breath, he came knocking.

   "What on earth were you doing?" he asked, clearly scandalized.

   "Nothing.  I was going to have a shower.  I thought you were
downstairs."

   "Here!  Open up!"

   "No way!"

   "I'll call mom."

   "I'm not letting you in."

   He tried to open the door, but luckily, I managed to keep it shut. 
Eventually, he gave up, and went downstairs.  I pulled on shorts and a
t-shirt, and then dashed across to have a shower.

   When I finally went downstairs, Brandon was still in awe, hardly able to
believe what had happened.  Luckily, his mom seemed to think he was making
this all up.  I guess she has this image of me as a good girl who would
never do anything like that.  I didn't say anything, but I did feel a bit
guilty for flashing him.  I'll have to be more careful.

   After that though, Brandon paid a lot more attention whenever I came
home.  He'd try to peek in on me when I was having a shower.  I guess it
was just schoolboy mischief, but I did kind of wonder if he liked me that
way.

   Eventually, summer rolled around.  Oceanview was so hot.  Japan is hot
too of course, but it's not too bad till the end of July.  Oceanview was
hot from May on.  In the daytime, it's all right because you can go to the
beach or a swimming pool to cool down, but sometimes it's still hot at
night.  I'd have to open my window all the way, and leave my door wide
open, and even then there wasn't much of breeze.

   The first year I was here, I used to wear shorts and halters for
pajamas, but then that next summer, I started sleeping in my underwear.  I
was a bit worried about Brandon spying in on me, but the three of them all
dressed pretty light in the summer too, so I figured they couldn't
complain. Brandon sniggered the first time he saw me in my undies, but
then, I teased him about the outrageous big swimming trunks he always
wears, and after that, he stopped bothering me.

   Then the third summer I was here, there was this one particularly hot
August night.  I was lying there in my underwear tossing and turning.  I'd
bought a little electric fan, but that was packed away in my closet.  I'd
have to get it out, and clean it off, and the whole thing seemed like too
much bother.

   I finally got up, went downstairs, and poured myself a glass of water.
The first floor was a bit cooler, but I didn't think I should sleep on the
couch without asking first.  Loretta and Brandon and Jen all seemed to be
asleep.  I splashed some water on my face, and then went back upstairs, and
collapsed on to my bed trying to forget how hot it was.

   Finally, without thinking much about it, I reached around, and undid my
bra.  For some reason, this felt a lot cooler.  I took my bra right off,
and then lay face up on my bed enjoying the feeling of the air on my bare
breasts.  I glanced over at the hall, just to make sure no one was up, and
then took off my panties too.  I felt weird being naked, but it was
definitely more comfortable.

   In the morning, I awoke with a start.  I was still naked lying on top of
my sheets.  I could hear Loretta clanking around in the kitchen downstairs.
Hadn't she seen me when she walked past my room?  Surely, she would have
woken me up, and told me to get dressed if she had.  How could she not
notice?

   I got up, and went digging for something to wear.  My door was still
wide open.  Is Brandon up?  I wonder if he saw me.  I hadn't really meant
to sleep the whole night naked.  It was almost 8 o'clock.  If Brandon and
Jen weren't up, they would be soon.  My heart beating away, I pulled on
shorts and a halter, and quietly padded downstairs to the kitchen.  Loretta
was humming away making breakfast.

   "Good morning.  Do you want some toast?" she asked.  I guess she mustn't
have seen me after all.  That was close though.  I'm going to have to be
more careful.

   I poured some barley tea, and sat down.  I was still kind of worried.  I
should probably stop sleeping in the nude, but it looks like I got away
with it for one night at least.

   The next few nights, I went back to sleeping in my undies.  It was still
pretty hot out, but I figured after my run-in with Brandon, I shouldn't
risk it.  However, the weekend came, and I was still having trouble
sleeping.  I asked Loretta if I could sleep on the couch, and she said I
could.  I went downstairs, lay down on the couch, and listened to the
crickets, but there really wasn't much of a breeze.  I wondered if I could
get away with sleeping in the nude again.  I went upstairs, and brought
back down my alarm clock.  If I was going to sleep naked, I'd have to get
up early, so I could get back dressed before Loretta and them came down.

   I took off my underwear, and lay down - naked.  It was a bit
nerve-wracking because cars kept driving by out front.  I could see their
headlights flash across the living room as they passed.  I was pretty sure
they couldn't see me, but even so, ithad me all worried.

   In the middle of the night, I woke up.  I thought I heard something. 
When I looked up, Jen was standing right there behind the couch looking
down at me in shock.

   "What are you doing?" she shrieked.  I felt so embarrassed.  I wanted to
cover up, but I couldn't see my underwear in the dark, and in any case,
she'd clearly got a good look at me.  There was no way I could deny it.  I
rolled over onto my back, looking up at her, licking my lips, trying to
think what to say.  She looked completely freaked out.

   "Oh, sorry, I...  uh...  didn't..." My mind was drawing a blank.  I
couldn't think of an excuse that made any sense.

   "Oh, sorry," she mumbled.  "It's just I thought...  I thought...  Oh, I
don't know what I thought.  Are you like sleeping in the nude?"

   "Yeah."

   "Oh gee.  You gave me such a fright." She held her heart.  "It is kind
of hot I guess.  You'd better not let Brandon see you like that though. 
He'd go ape."

   "Yeah," I nodded.  I didn't dare tell her he'd already seen me.

   Jen wandered off to the kitchen shaking her head in amazement.  Wanting
to explain, I got up, and went after her.  I glanced back at the big
picture window, worried that someone outside might see me.  It didn't look
like there was anyone out front, but it was hard to tell for sure.  I
opened the kitchen door, and scooted in to hide.

   Jen frowned that I was still naked, but I figured it wasn't that
strange. We were both girls after all.

   "What are you doing up?" I asked.

   "I was thirsty.  Aren't you embarrassed walking around naked like that?"
She was clearly quite curious about my body, but didn't want to seem rude,
so she kept looking away.  I motioned for her to keep her voice down.  I
didn't want Brandon or Loretta to find out.

   "Um, yeah.  Of course I am," I told her, trying to convince myself. 
Embarrassed, sure, but also kind of excited I wanted to say.

   "Do you walk around nude a lot?"

   "Sometimes.  Don't you?"

   She laughed.

   "Almost never.  I never even thought about it."

   "In Japan, it's not such a big deal to be nude I guess.  My sister and I
used to run around naked on the beach till we moved to Hawaii.  Then we had
to stop."

   Jen laughed again.  She obviously thought I was a bit weird, but she
didn't seem offended or anything.

   "Anyway, you'd better get dressed before Brandon comes down."

   "Yes, mom!" I joked.  She laughed again, and went back upstairs to bed.
It was cooler by then, so I put my undies back on, and went back to sleep.

   A few days after that, I was at home, but everyone else had gone out. 
Loretta had taken the car off shopping somewhere, and Jen and Brandon had
gone out with their friends for the day.  I wanted to go out too, but I
didn't have a thing to wear.  I had to do my laundry first.  I piled all my
colored clothes in a basket, and lugged it downstairs to the washing
machine in the basement.  I put everything in, and then looked down at the
pj's I was wearing.  I guess I should do these too while I'm at it.  I took
off my bottoms, getting a little thrill from stripping them off, and threw
them into the machine.  I thought about throwing my pj top in too, but then
I'd have to walk past the front window naked, so I decided to keep it on.
This top was one of those types that buttons up the front, and has tails
hanging down at the front and back, but is pretty high cut at the sides. 
You can see a far bit of my thighs, but I figured it was more or less
decent.

   I carried the basket back upstairs, but as I passed the front door, I
wondered if I had any mail.  I opened the door, and peeked out, but no one
seemed to be around on our street.  It's usually pretty quiet during the
day because everyone's all off at work or wherever.  I checked the hem of
my top to make sure my pussy wasn't showing, and then went out on the porch
to get the mail.  I was trying not to let on, but actually it felt pretty
good to be bottomless outside.

   The mailbox was stuffed with flyers, and I was getting so excited from
standing outside like this, I ended up dropping some of them on the ground.
I squatted down to pick them up, but I shuddered a bit when the cool air
rushed in tickling my bare pussy.  I felt so naughty.  My bare bottom felt
pretty cool too.  The tails of my top were blowing in the breeze, probably
exposing the curves of my backside to the street.  I looked around to make
sure no one had seen me, and then hurried back inside.  I closed the door,
and pressed my back up against it, my heart pounding from the chance I'd
just taken.  I walked back upstairs sliding my hand between my legs just to
check how wet I'd become.

   I honestly don't know why I get so excited every time I do things like
this.  I guess part of it is it reminds me of the times I've fooled around
with Ryosuke, but it's not just that.  Once I start feeling like this, all
excited I mean, it's like I just can't help myself.  I just love running
around naked.  I know it sounds crazy, but I keep wanting to push it a bit
farther, see how far I can go.  I was definitely getting into one of those
moods.

   I went upstairs to my room, and took off my pj top.  What else do I have
here I can wear?  Hanging in my closet, I found my red and white striped
hoodie.  It's made of brushed cotton, sort of like a sweatshirt, and feels
so silky soft.  I pulled it on over my head, really enjoying the feeling of
the soft material on my bare breasts.  I checked the length in my mirror.
This particular hoodie is a bit shorter than my pj top.  I pulled the hood
up over my head, and the hem slid up at the bottom exposing my pussy.  I
turned around, and admired my own rear end in the mirror.  My boyfriend
Ryosuke says he loves the way I look when I'm naked or just wearing a top.
Too bad he's at work today.  I was getting all excited just thinking about
showing him how daring I could be.

   Suddenly, I remembered my laundry.  I piled all my whites in my basket,
and wondered if I should put on some bottoms before going back downstairs.
Loretta and them probably wouldn't be home for a little while yet.  There
was something that appealed to me about walking around bottomless.  It felt
kind of naughty like I was about to be spanked for being a bad girl.  I
pulled the hood off my head leaving the hem up around my waist.  I picked
up the basket, and took it out into the hall.  I was a bit worried that
someone would see me through the windows, so I held the basket in front of
me to hide my pussy.  The feeling of walking down the stairs in this too
short hoodie though was getting me more and more excited.  I peered out the
front window, but luckily, there didn't seem to be anyone outside on the
street.  I covered my backside with my hand as I walked back to the stairs,
and then down to the basement.  I was so proud of myself for having been so
daring to have come all the way down here.  No one was home, but it would
probably get quite a rise out of Brandon if he saw me like this.

   I took the second load of laundry out of the basket, and set it down on
top of the dryer, bending forward pulling the hem up off my bottom.  If
only Ryosuke could see me now.  As I straightened back up, the hem got
caught on my hips, leaving my rump exposed.  I took the basket back
upstairs, but this time, as I passed the window, I didn't bother to cover
my bare bottom.  I felt this jolt of electricity run through me as I
wondered if someone out front was looking in, and could see me.  I squeezed
one of my buttocks cheeks, getting all excited from my little show.  I
could feel myself sliding further and further down that slippery slope.

   I turned, and looked back at the front door, my head filled with naughty
thoughts.  I went back down, my body all shivering from what I was thinking
about doing.  I looked out the window, but didn't see anybody on the
street. I wonder if I can just open the door, and take a quick peek out.  I
wasn't really sure what time it was, or when Loretta and them were supposed
to be back.  Still, if I want to do this, now is the time.

   I sat my bare behind down on a stair, and pulled on my running shoes. 
The cool wooden floor felt so weird on my bare bottom.  It seemed kind of
strange to be wearing shoes but no bottoms.  I stood up, and held the
basket against my tummy, trying to get my butterflies to settle down.  My
pussy was tingling like crazy,

   I carefully unlatched the lock.  I opened the door a crack, and then a
bit more.  The feeling of the cool morning breeze between my legs felt so
good.  I peered out at all the houses across the way trying to tell if
anyone was home.  The house right across from us has a highish fence and a
tree on their lawn, so they probably can't see too well.  The houses on the
left and right are two storeys with windows on the second floor overlooking
the street.  Whoever lived in the second floor room in the house on the
left had left their window open, and the curtain was fluttering in the
breeze.  I couldn't see anyone home though.

   Holding the basket in front of me as a shield, I stepped out the front
door, and just stood there for a moment enjoying the feeling of the cool
breeze between my legs.  Further down the street from the corner, I could
hear cars driving by.  I suddenly thought 'What on earth am I doing?', and
ran back inside, closing the door behind me.

   I couldn't calm down though.  I took off my shoes, and carried them with
me to the back of the house.  I looked out the window at the backyard.  We
have neighbors on either side, but I rarely see them out in their
backyards. Right at the back of our yard, there is a line of trees and
beyond that a park.  I couldn't stop shaking, but I decided to take a
chance, and go out.  I pulled my shoes back on, but decided to take my
hoodie off.  I pulled it up over my head, getting so excited to be
stripping naked in our kitchen.  I left the hoodie on the counter,
unlatched the door, and peeked out.  I couldn't see the neighbors, so I
finally stepped out into the bright sunlight.  It felt so wonderful to be
naked outside.  I walked along the deck to the stairs, and then scrambled
down to the grass.  I was so excited I was shaking all over.  I thought
about walking round the house to the front, but I decided not to.  Once
before, I did that, and I think a couple of the neighbor girls saw me.

   I came back in, and took off my shoes.  My face was all hot, and no
matter what I did I couldn't calm down.  Taking my shoes and my hoodie with
me, I walked back through the living room stark naked, right past the front
window.  I set my shoes down on the mat, and then went back upstairs.  I
was too highly strung to just stop, but part of me knew I shouldn't take
this too far.  I was just too worked up by then though.  I found a crop top
tee in my closet, and pulled it on.  I looked in the mirror at my naked
hips.  The tee didn't even go down to my bellybutton.  I ran my fingers
through my pubic hair, trying to stay in control.  I finally padded
downstairs, and pulled my shoes on again.  OK, I promise myself.  I'll just
do this one last thing, and then stop.

   I picked up the basket, and cautiously opened the front door.  I was so
nervous.  In this top if someone saw me, there would be no mistaking the
fact that I was naked from the waist down.  I looked up and down the
street, but it looked like the street was still deserted.  I stepped right
out onto the porch, pressing the basket tightly against my pussy to cover
it, but there was nothing covering my bottom at all.  I spread my legs a
bit, giving in to the pleasurable feelings washing through me.  I knew I
really shouldn't be doing this, but it just felt so good.  I soon realized
though I must look pretty silly standing right in the middle of the doorway
holding my empty laundry basket.  I took a deep breath, and then sidled
over to the low wall that runs around the edge of porch.  I leaned my
bottom up against the cool concrete, sending shivers up my spine.  I was so
obviously naked.  I tried to hold back my feelings, but it was getting
harder and harder.  I was nearing the edge again, and I hadn't even touched
myself.  I climbed up till I was sitting right on the edge of the wall,
dropping the basket onto the porch.  I pulled my knees to my chest, and hid
my pussy with my ankles, but I was seriously starting to lose control.

   Suddenly, down the street, I saw Brandon come round the corner.  My
heart stopped cold for a second.  I can't let him see me like this. 
Covering my pussy with my hand, I scrambled down from the wall, picked up
my basket, and dashed back inside.  I slammed the door shut, safe for the
moment, and looked down in shock at my naked pussy.  Oh god, I hope he
didn't see me.  I kicked off my shoes, and ran upstairs, racing to pull on
some panties and a skirt.  It all happened so fast.  I still wasn't sure if
he'd seen me or not.  I sat down on my bed, my heart pounding, listening as
his key slid into the door.

   "I'm home!" he called out.

   I held my breath, but all I could hear was silence.  Soon, though I
heard him bounding up the stairs.

   "Emi?"

   I'd shut my door, and I didn't answer hoping he would go away.

   "Are you in there?" he asked finally opening my door.

   "I thought I told you to always knock," I yelled throwing my pillow at
him.

   "Sorry.  You're dressed!" he said looking surprised.

   "What's that supposed to mean?"

   "Didn't I just see you outside running around half naked?"

   Drat!  He had seen me.

   "You must have just been imagining it," I pouted, not wanting him to
know about my secret 'hobby.'

   "No, no.  I definitely saw you.  What were you doing out there?"

   I glanced at my night table.  It had a couple of magazines on it.

   "I was just doing some reading," I told him gesturing towards them.  He
stared at me, obviously realizing I wasn't telling the whole truth.

   "Fine.  Have it your way.  But you should be careful, you know.  Running
around the house naked is one thing, but outside?  That's a bit much."

   I wanted to answer back, but he was right for once.  It was a silly
thing to do, and I shouldn't have done it.  I guess I was lucky in a way
that he found me first.  He was looking at me a bit strange, but he seemed
pretty calm considering.  If it had been Loretta or one of the neighbors,
probably they would have flipped out completely.

   Anyway, as usual, there's a lot more I want to tell you, but I guess I'd
better save it for next time.  Talk to you soon.
   Emi Tsuruta http://www.asstr.org/~emitsuruta/