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Subject: {ASSM} My host mom's son Brandon {Emi Tsuruta} (Fm, exhib, nosex)
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Date: Tue, 27 Sep 2005 11:10:03 -0400
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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 a bit more about me and my friends and what we've been doing, please 
drop by my home page at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/


I can hardly believe I've been living in Oceanview for almost five years 
now.  The time has just flown by.  I still remember how when I first got 
here, my host mom Loretta always 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 this year.  They've changed so much.  
Jennifer was always a good girl, but Brandon is a lot more mischievous.  
Sometimes when I was babysitting them, Brandon would pull Jen's hair or 
whatever, and they would chase each other around all over the place.  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, and darting 
his hands in touching my breasts or between my legs.  I'm sure he didn't 
mean anything by it, but sometimes I'd be huffing and puffing away and 
getting a bit aroused.  As they got older, we stopped rough-housing so 
much, but that's what they were like when I first met them.

I don't think my host family knows much about the stunts my boyfriend 
Ryosuke and I get up to.  Now that I think about it, I guess there have 
been a few times they caught me doing something.  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 off 
my pajamas, and got into the tub, but then I realized I'd forgotten my 
washcloth back in my room.  I could hear the rattling of dishes and voices 
coming from downstairs, so I thought that the three of them must all be 
down there 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 did my best to cover up my pussy and 
breasts with my arms, but all of a sudden, he started yelling,

"Mom!"

I was like 'oh, no!  Don't do that!'  I was like so worried she was going 
to come storming up the stairs, take one look at me, and then kick me out 
of their house for trying to corrupt her son.  Luckily though, I guess she 
couldn't hear him.  He was standing there looking me up and down in 
amazement, so I ran off to my room, and slammed the door.  I was breathing 
so heavily, and then he came knocking on my door.

"What on earth were you doing?" he asked, in a voice a bit softer now.

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

"Here, open up."

"No way!"

"I'll call mom."

"Do what you like.  There's no way I'm letting you in."  I quickly pulled 
some clothes on, and then waited for him to go downstairs before going 
across and having my shower.  When I was done, I got dressed, and went 
downstairs, but he was still all excited.  Luckily, his mom and Jennifer 
seemed to think he was just making it all up.  I guess they have this image 
of me as a good girl who would never do anything like that.  I didn't say 
anything, and eventually, he calmed back down again.

After that though, I began to notice him watching me a lot more, or 
sneaking around, trying to peak in on me when I was showering.  I guess it 
was just schoolboy mischief, but I did kind of wonder if he had a crush on 
me or something.

Nothing much happened for a while after that, and eventually, summer rolled 
around.  Oceanview was so hot.  Japan is hot too of course, but it's not 
too bad up until the end of July.  Oceanview was usually pretty hot right 
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 isn'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 it would be all right.  Brandon sniggered the first time he 
saw me in my undies, but then, I teased him about the outrageous big 
swimming trunks he always wore, 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, 
unable to get even the slightest breeze blowing through my room.  I'd 
bought a little electric fan, but that was still packed away somewhere 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 feeling 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 a whole lot more comfortable once I'd got my 
clothes off.  It's supposed to be better for you to sleep in the nude.  (At 
least, that's what people say in Japan.  Do they believe that here too?)

The next morning, I awoke with a start lying naked on top of my sheets.  I 
could hear Loretta clanking around in the kitchen downstairs, and I 
wondered if she'd seen me when she walked past my room.  I quickly got up, 
and dug some shorts and a halter out of my dresser.  My door was still 
open, and I felt really nervous standing there in the nude.  I wondered if 
Brandon was up.  I hadn't really meant to sleep the whole night nude.  I 
glanced at the clock.  It was almost 8.  If Brandon and Jen weren't up yet, 
they would be soon.  I pulled on my shorts and top, and then quietly padded 
downstairs to the kitchen.  Loretta was humming away making breakfast.

"Good morning.  Do you want some toast?" she asked.  I guess she hadn't 
seen me, or maybe she thought it was no big deal.  It was pretty hot after 
all.  I sat at the table sipping barley tea.  It took me a long while to 
calm back down.  I still wasn't sure if I should sleep in the nude anymore, 
but anyway, it looked like I'd gotten 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 I shouldn't take too many chances.  The 
weekend came, and I was having trouble sleeping again.  I'd asked Loretta 
in the meantime if I could sleep on the couch, and she said I could.  I 
went downstairs, lay down on the couch, ad listened to the crickets, but 
there really wasn't much of a breeze on the first floor either.  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 in the nude, I'd 
have to set it to get up early, so I could get back dressed before Loretta 
and them came downstairs, and found me.

I took off my underthings, and lay back down naked on the couch.  It was a 
bit nerve-wracking because cars kept driving by out front, and I could see 
their headlights flash across the living room wall as they passed.  I was 
pretty sure they couldn't see me, but even still it gave me goose bumps.

In the middle of the night, I woke up.  I was lying face down, but I 
thought I could hear something.  When I looked up, Jen was standing right 
there behind the couch looking down at me.

"What are you doing?" she shrieked, obviously pretty surprised to find me 
there in the nude.  I felt so embarrassed, my mind racing to think how to 
explain.  I rolled over onto my back, and looked up at her.  She looked 
completely freaked out.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't think..."

She looked down at me some more, but her expression slowly changed.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she apologized.  "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 said remembering my shower escapade.  Jen disappeared into the 
kitchen.  I wiped the sleep out of my eyes, and finally got up.  There was 
light coming in through the window from the streetlights out front, so I 
quickly padded over to the kitchen.  Jen looked over at my naked body, 
making me feel all tingly, but I figured it wasn't that strange.  We were 
both girls after all.

"What are you doing up?" I asked.

"I was thirsty," she told me filling a glass with water, and gulping it 
down.  "Aren't you embarrassed walking around like that?"

I looked down at my naked body.  My whole body was glowing a bit from the 
starlight streaming in through the back window.

"Not really," I told her.  "I'm used to it."

"Do you walk around nude a lot?"

"Yeah, sometimes.  Don't you?"

She laughed.

"Almost never.  I'd 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 nude 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 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.  It felt so delicious.  
My bare bottom felt pretty cool too.  The tails of my top were floating 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 
like this 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 
escalate, 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 naked 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 exposing my pussy.  I turned around, 
and admired my own rear end in the mirror.  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 back off, 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 to pull the hem up off my bottom.  If only 
Ryosuke could see me now.  As I straightened back up, the hem got caught on 
the area where my buttocks start sticking out, leaving my rump hopelessly 
exposed.  I took the basket back upstairs, but as I went up to the second 
floor, I didn$B!G(Bt 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 buttocks cheek, getting all excited 
from my little show.  I could feel myself sliding further and further down 
the slippery slope that leads to paradise.

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 the step, and pulled on my running shoes.  The 
cool wooden floor felt so weird on my bare skin.  It seemed kind of strange 
too 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.

I carefully unlatched the lock.  I opened it 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.

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 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 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 pleasure that was 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 contain 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 again," 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 quite 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
My web site:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/

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