“You wanna?”The words slipped out of my mouth before I could even think about them. My voice was steady, but my heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. I didn’t know what possessed me to say it. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, his eyes darting down for just a second before snapping back up, like he was trying to be polite but couldn’t help himself. Or maybe it was the way he shifted on the couch, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, like he was nervous but didn’t want to leave. Whatever it was, I couldn’t take it back now.He didn’t say anything at first. Just sat there, frozen, like he was trying to process what I’d just asked. Then, after what felt like an eternity, he nodded. Barely. Just a small, almost imperceptible movement of his head. But it was enough.I leaned back against the couch, my fingers hooking into the waistband of my shorts. I pulled them down just enough, lifting my shirt up a little to give him a clear view. I didn’t say anything. Didn’t move. Just watched him as he stared, his eyes wide, like he didn’t know where to look or what to do with his hands.It was quiet. Too quiet. The only sound was the faint hum of the TV in the background, some late-night show we hadn’t been paying attention to. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, and it made my skin tingle in a way I hadn’t expected. I hadn’t planned for this. It wasn’t supposed to happen. But here we were.“What’s that?” he asked suddenly, his voice low and hesitant. He was staring at me, his eyes fixed on the wetness between my legs. I could feel my face heat up, but I didn’t look away.“What do you think it is?” I shot back, my tone teasing but not unkind. I wasn’t sure why I was being so bold. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, like he was seeing something he’d never seen before. Or maybe it was the way his curiosity made me feel—like I had some kind of power over him.He didn’t answer. Just kept staring, his brow furrowed like he was trying to figure something out. I could see the wheels turning in his head, and it made me smile. He was so… innocent. It was kind of adorable.“It’s just… wet,” I said finally, breaking the silence. “That’s all.”He nodded slowly, like he was processing the information. But he didn’t look away. If anything, his gaze seemed to intensify, like he was trying to memorize every detail. It was strange, but also kind of thrilling. I hadn’t expected this reaction from him. Not from him. He was always so quiet, so reserved. But now… now he was different.I shifted slightly on the couch, my legs parting just a little more. I wasn’t sure why I did it. Maybe I wanted to see how far he’d go. Or maybe I just wanted to see if he’d look away. But he didn’t. If anything, he leaned in a little closer, his eyes never leaving me.“Does it… feel weird?” he asked after a moment, his voice barely above a whisper.I laughed softly, shaking my head. “No. It feels… good.”He nodded again, but this time there was something different in his expression. Something I couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t just curiosity anymore. It was… something else. Something that made my stomach twist in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant.We sat there in silence for what felt like forever, neither of us saying a word. The tension between us was thick, almost palpable. I could feel it in the air, in the way he looked at me, in the way my body responded to his gaze. It was strange, but also kind of exciting. I hadn’t expected this. Not from him.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he leaned back against the couch, his eyes still on me but his expression more relaxed now. Like he’d come to some kind of conclusion.“Thanks,” he said quietly, his voice soft but sincere.I smiled, pulling my shorts back up and adjusting my shirt. “Anytime.”He nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. And then, without another word, he stood up and walked out of the room, leaving me alone on the couch with nothing but the hum of the TV and the memory of his gaze.I sat there for a while, my mind racing. What had just happened? Why had I done that? And why did it feel so… good? I didn’t have any answers. All I knew was that something had shifted between us. Something I couldn’t quite put into words.And as I sat there, staring at the blank TV screen, I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen next.

I blurted out a suggestive question to him, and he nodded in response. I exposed myself to him and we had a silent exchange while I answered his questions. He left the room afterwards.

“You wanna?”

The words slipped out of my mouth before I could even think about them. My voice was steady, but my heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. I didn’t know what possessed me to say it. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, his eyes darting down for just a second before snapping back up, like he was trying to be polite but couldn’t help himself. Or maybe it was the way he shifted on the couch, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, like he was nervous but didn’t want to leave. Whatever it was, I couldn’t take it back now.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just sat there, frozen, like he was trying to process what I’d just asked. Then, after what felt like an eternity, he nodded. Barely. Just a small, almost imperceptible movement of his head. But it was enough.

I leaned back against the couch, my fingers hooking into the waistband of my shorts. I pulled them down just enough, lifting my shirt up a little to give him a clear view. I didn’t say anything. Didn’t move. Just watched him as he stared, his eyes wide, like he didn’t know where to look or what to do with his hands.

It was quiet. Too quiet. The only sound was the faint hum of the TV in the background, some late-night show we hadn’t been paying attention to. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, and it made my skin tingle in a way I hadn’t expected. I hadn’t planned for this. It wasn’t supposed to happen. But here we were.

“What’s that?” he asked suddenly, his voice low and hesitant. He was staring at me, his eyes fixed on the wetness between my legs. I could feel my face heat up, but I didn’t look away.

“What do you think it is?” I shot back, my tone teasing but not unkind. I wasn’t sure why I was being so bold. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, like he was seeing something he’d never seen before. Or maybe it was the way his curiosity made me feel—like I had some kind of power over him.

He didn’t answer. Just kept staring, his brow furrowed like he was trying to figure something out. I could see the wheels turning in his head, and it made me smile. He was so… innocent. It was kind of adorable.

“It’s just… wet,” I said finally, breaking the silence. “That’s all.”

He nodded slowly, like he was processing the information. But he didn’t look away. If anything, his gaze seemed to intensify, like he was trying to memorize every detail. It was strange, but also kind of thrilling. I hadn’t expected this reaction from him. Not from *him*. He was always so quiet, so reserved. But now… now he was different.

I shifted slightly on the couch, my legs parting just a little more. I wasn’t sure why I did it. Maybe I wanted to see how far he’d go. Or maybe I just wanted to see if he’d look away. But he didn’t. If anything, he leaned in a little closer, his eyes never leaving me.

“Does it… feel weird?” he asked after a moment, his voice barely above a whisper.

I laughed softly, shaking my head. “No. It feels… good.”

He nodded again, but this time there was something different in his expression. Something I couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t just curiosity anymore. It was… something else. Something that made my stomach twist in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

We sat there in silence for what felt like forever, neither of us saying a word. The tension between us was thick, almost palpable. I could feel it in the air, in the way he looked at me, in the way my body responded to his gaze. It was strange, but also kind of exciting. I hadn’t expected this. Not from him.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he leaned back against the couch, his eyes still on me but his expression more relaxed now. Like he’d come to some kind of conclusion.

“Thanks,” he said quietly, his voice soft but sincere.

I smiled, pulling my shorts back up and adjusting my shirt. “Anytime.”

He nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. And then, without another word, he stood up and walked out of the room, leaving me alone on the couch with nothing but the hum of the TV and the memory of his gaze.

I sat there for a while, my mind racing. What had just happened? Why had I done that? And why did it feel so… good? I didn’t have any answers. All I knew was that something had shifted between us. Something I couldn’t quite put into words.

And as I sat there, staring at the blank TV screen, I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen next.

An unexpected encounter between a young woman and her best friend's brother leads to a night of exploration and discovery. The quiet, reserved older brother expresses his curiosity about female anatomy, leading to a consensual and intimate moment where he gets to satisfy his curiosity.

He said he’s never seen a pussy up close

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