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Subject: {ASSM} Teasing Brandon {Emi Tsuruta} (FM+, exhib, voy)
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Date: Wed, 25 Jul 2012 08:10:02 -0400
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Teasing 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, please drop by my home
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I always used to try so hard to be a good girl in my home stay
here in Oceanview.  My host mother Loretta had met my parents who
were still back in Japan, and I really didn't want any word
getting back to them about my antics here in California.  If
Loretta asked me to babysit, or pick up her kids, Brandon and
Jennifer, from somewhere, I'd always say 'sure,' figuring it was
the least I could do after all that they'd done for me.  When her
kids were young, it was easy to be good, because I wanted them to
grow up to be sensible adults.  As they got older though, and I
grew more comfortable in their house, I let my guard down,
allowing them to catch me in embarrassing situations a few times.

Still it wasn't like I was the only one to blame.  At first,
Loretta's son Brandon saw me as a symbol of authority when his
mom wasn't around, always making him do his homework, take baths,
or clean up his room.  That was certainly true, but the problem
was that as he got older, we both were becoming more aware of
each other as members of the opposite sex.  He was no longer a
kid.  He was slowly growing up into a handsome young man,
confident and ready to take on the world.  I have to admit I was
a little curious about him and what he was like.

One change I'd noticed was that when he was young, his mom had
made him take baths at night to scrub off all the dirt he'd
picked up during the day.  But then once he hit his late teens,
he started to shower in the mornings without anyone telling him
to, getting all gussied up for whatever girl it was at school he
was interested in.  I asked him who she was, but he kept denying
that there was any such girl.  I knew better though.  He had to
be putting in all this work for someone.

I did think it was kind of cute.  One morning, I couldn't resist
the temptation anymore.  I peeked in on him while he was naked in
the shower, making some remark about how his ladylove would be so
pleased at how clean he was getting.  All I saw was his bare
behind, fairly hairless for a guy perhaps because he is so young,
but he was outraged of course, and I immediately regretted doing
it, but no matter how much I apologized, he still seemed steamed.
 Ah well.  He's bound to calm down eventually.

Time passed, and I'd almost forgotten about the whole thing, when
one day, my best friend Satomi and I came back from swimming at
the beach.  I'd had a shower at the surf center, but Satomi
doesn't like to get naked in public :p, so she'd waited till we
got back to Loretta's house before showering.  I was just lying
there on my bed relaxing when suddenly, I heard Satomi cry out
from the bathroom.

"Waaa!"

At first I didn't know what it was, but when I got up, I saw
Brandon dash out from the bathroom back to his room.  Darn!  I
guess he must have thought it was me in the shower, and was
trying to get his revenge, but poor Satomi had ended up the
victim of his peeping tomfoolery.

I tried to get Satomi to calm back down, but she was completely
scandalized that this boy I was living with had stormed in on
her, and stolen a glimpse of her naked body.  I found the whole
thing a bit amusing, and I was having trouble not smiling.  This
just made her angrier still.  She's always been pretty sensitive
about these sorts of things.  There was no reasoning with her,
and once she was dressed, she stormed into Brandon's room, and
smacked him good, flat across the cheek.  He looked shocked, but
even this didn't seem to satisfy her, and she started pounding on
his chest until I managed to pull her off.  After that, I even
felt a little sorry for Brandon, because I don't think he'd
really intended to peek in on Satomi at all.  I was the one he
was after, and in a way, it was my fault he'd peeked in on her.

For the next little while, Satomi made a real point of not coming
over to my house "because that pervert Brandon might be there." 
Maybe it had been wrong of him to spy in on her like that, but I
didn't really like the way she was dissing him, and actually felt
a fair bit of sympathy for him.  Perhaps he'd gotten a little bit
out of line, but Satomi didn't know the whole background, so
maybe it was harder for her to understand.

At home, in view of these run-ins, I did make an effort to keep
my guard up.  For instance, on this one day, when I went over to
shower, I took a knee-length yukata (robe) with me, and wore it
when I came back to my room.  I'd made a point of pushing my door
all the way shut, and then even pulled on some panties and jeans
before taking off my yukata.  I was looking in my closet -
bare-breasted mind you - trying to figure out what blouse I
should wear, when, suddenly,

"Hey, Emi.  Have you seen my baseball cap?"  Just like that,
Brandon opens the door, and comes right into my room without
knocking.  I covered my breasts with my hands, and turned to
glare at him, annoyed that he would burst in on me like this.

"Oh sorry.  I didn't realize that you were still getting
dressed," he apologized.  I looked down at my breasts to make
sure I had them covered, but he just continued to stand there,
staring at me, obviously fascinated by my bust.

"What?" I demanded sternly.  He kind of looked at me sheepishly,
but then nodded towards my breasts, saying,

"That's interesting how you can hide them like that."

"Tebura," I explained in Japanese.

"What's that?" he asked.

"Tebura," I repeated.  He still didn't understand, so I
translated back into English, "A hand bra."

He mulled this over, craning his neck back and forth trying to
get a better look at my tits.  I finally chased him out.  Later
in the car, I caught him staring at my breasts again, but at
least by then, I was dressed in one of my more modest blouses.

I guess that wasn't so bad, but the problem was that this little
run-in kept running through my mind.  It was silly - nothing
really, but I guess I had gotten a bit excited being caught
topless like that.  I continued to be careful though, keeping my
door firmly closed whenever I changed, and being especially
cautious when I knew he was around.

It's hard though to be on your guard all the time, and not long
after, it happened again.  I was in the bathroom trying to tie my
hair back into a ponytail.  I was decently dressed in a t-shirt
and summer yukata.  I guess I knew that the belt on my yukata had
come loose, but I was more focused on trying to fold the rubber
band over in two, so it would fit around my hair more tightly.  I
heard Brandon come upstairs, but didn't really think much of it.
No.  That doesn't look right.  Let me try again.

"Emi.  Is that you?" Brandon called through the door.

"Yeah."

"Are you almost done?  I have to get some stuff out of the
cupboard in there."

I turned my head to the side, looking in the mirror to see if I'd
gotten the ponytail right, but it still seemed off-centre
somehow.

"It's OK.  Come on in," I said without really thinking.  It was
just as the door was opening that I looked down realizing that
the yukata had come open at the front exposing my fluffy bush.  I
shot my hand down to cover up, just as Brandon came in.  He
noticed right away, peering down at my crotch, as I did my best
to cover my pubic hair, now grown quite lush, with my free hand.
He didn't say anything though, and instead kneeled down to open
the cupboard beneath the sink.  He had said he needed something
from down there, but now his eyes were just a few inches from my
pussy.  I did my best to try to keep calm, but actually, I could
feel myself getting wetter by the second.

Brandon fished whatever it was he needed out of the cupboard, but
then brushed my yukata aside, so he could take a peek at my bare
bottom.

"Wow!  You look so hot!" he enthused, obviously impressed, the
delight dancing in his eyes.  Then, as quickly as he'd come, he
was gone, leaving me standing there somewhat in a daze.  I was
surprised both by the compliment and his calm reserve.  Every day
he was seeming less like a boy and more like a man.

A few weeks after that, Loretta invited me to join them for a
backyard barbecue.  That morning, I ended up going down to the
beach with Satomi, putting me in a playful mood.  Satomi and I
lay out in our bikinis on the sand while I tried to tempt some of
the boys into asking us out, but Satomi, ever the critic, turned
up her nose at all the guys who seemed interested in us.  I told
her about the barbecue, but after what had happened the last time
with Brandon, she insisted on going back to her dorm to get
cleaned up, so we went our separate ways.  I promised to call her
later.

When I got home, I peeked out the back window to see who all was
there for the barbecue.  It turned out it was just Loretta, her
hunky boyfriend Hank, Brandon, his friend Dylan and Jennifer. 
Hmm.  That's just as well I guess.  I won't need to dress up so
much since it's just people I know.

I rushed upstairs, and pulled on a pair of soft pink track pants
and an airy white t-shirt.  As I walked back downstairs, I
realized that the track pants hung a bit low on my hips, and the
t-shirt wasn't quite long enough to cover my belly button, but it
was summer after all.  No big deal.

As soon as I came out, I told them that I had to go meet Satomi
later, so I could only stay for a bit.  Hank and Brandon both
seemed a bit surprised to see my naked midriff, but I just
ignored them, and fixed myself a hot dog from the grill.  I knew
that Hank had to be on his best behavior because Loretta was
right there, but Brandon made no bones about staring at my hips.
I plopped my bottom down in the chair next to him, sitting up
straight, my lips pursed together in an innocent expression. 
Every time I turned away, I could feel his eyes move down my back
to check out the curves of my rear end.  I guess he must have
been able to see the crack of my bottom peeking out from above
the waistband since he seemed absolutely fascinated.  When he
thought I wasn't looking, Brandon even waved for Dylan to check
out my ass, but Dylan was too shy to stare in front of Jennifer
and the rest of them.

I was doing my best to act like everything was normal, but when I
got up to get another hot dog from the barbecue, I could feel the
guys' eyes following me over.  I felt a bit strange, wearing such
a revealing outfit in front of Loretta, but I have to admit it
was a bit of buzz getting all this attention.  When I came back,
I got a bit carried away, and slid my rear along the seat of my
chair, pulling my pants down so far that you could probably see a
fair bit of my bottom.  At first, I sat back in the chair to hide
my bare behind, but Brandon was clearly dying to get a peek, so I
eventually took pity on him, and edged forward, being ever so
careful not to let Loretta see what I was doing.

I could feel the cool autumn air swirling around my bare midriff,
but actually, I could feel my body heating up from the
embarrassment.  I munched on the hot dog flashing Brandon a
cheeky grin, but he looked a bit scandalized, wondering I guess
if I actually knew how much of my bare bottom was on display.  I
didn't let on whether I knew or not, but when I slid back in my
chair again, I accidentally(?) pulled my waistband down even
further.  Dylan and Hank couldn't really see what I was doing
from where they were sitting, but Brandon was having a complete
bird as I was calmly sitting here almost completely bare-assed
now.  I wanted to get some relish for my hot dog, but I was
worried that if I stood up like this, I would lose my bottoms, so
I finally had to pull them back up.  Brandon looked disappointed.

We continued to play cat and mouse for a little while longer, but
I had to call Satomi, so eventually, I made my apologies, and
headed inside.  That was interesting I thought, laughing at my
own daring.

I ended up going down to the university to meet up with Satomi
and her dorm mates.  On campus, no one seemed to care so much how
I dressed, so it wasn't as big of a deal.

Then, one Saturday morning not long after, I had a shower, pulled
on my yukata, and then came back to my room to figure out what to
wear.  I didn't have to work or anything that day, so I could
wear something casual.  In the bottom drawer, I found a pair of
old jeans I hadn't worn for a while.  They'd gotten all worn out
with rips and holes, so I'd half been thinking of throwing them
out, or trying to convert them to a pair of shorts.  Sitting down
on the edge of my bed, I started tearing off the legs to see if I
could make shorts out of them.  I managed to tear the legs off,
but the problem was that especially in the seat, the material had
become so thin it was hard to keep that part from ripping too.  I
worked at it as best I could, but when I finally took off my
yukata, and tried the shorts on, I realized that you could see
large expanses of my delicate little butt cheeks where the
material was torn.  If I had any sense, I should have just thrown
them
 out, but standing there in just these too short shorts was
getting me all excited.  I couldn't help wondering what Brandon
would make of these, so I kept them on, and went looking for him.

I pranced over to the door, intending to go out, when I suddenly
realized that my breasts were bouncing free, so I'd need some
kind of top.  Silly me!  That would have been a bit much, going
out topless, I laughed.  I dug out a simple grey crop-top tee,
and pulled it on.  There.  That's better.

My heart was beating pitter-pat as I made my way downstairs
looking for Brandon.  Jennifer was in the living room, watching
TV, but there was no sign of Brandon anywhere.

"What's wrong?" Jennifer asked, noticing my disappointment.

"No, nothing.  I was just looking for Brandon," I sighed.

"What is it?  Maybe I can help," she smiled kindly.

"Um no.  I just wanted to ask his opinion on something."

"Hmm," she murmured, too polite to question me more.  I couldn't
very well tell her I wanted to know what he thought of... no, not
my shorts, but rather my body.  I guess I could ask Jennifer's
opinion, but that wasn't quite the same thing.  I plopped myself
down on the couch, stretching back, and sighed again.  How come
guys are never around when you need them?

I lay there daydreaming for the longest time.  Soon there came a
knock at the door.  My heart leapt because I thought it might be
Brandon, but it turned out to be Cameron, a tall boy, a classmate
of Jennifer's.

"What are you kids up to?" I asked, curious.

"Oh, we have a science project for school, so we're going to work
on that," Jennifer explained.  They got out their books, and sat
down at the dining room table, leaving me to watch TV in the
living room.  I didn't really feel in a TV watching mood, so I
slid down onto the carpet, and crawled over to the stack of DVDs
next to the TV to see what there was.  I was of course aware that
kneeling there with my not-really-covered ass stuck up in the air
might distract Cameron from their studies, but that was the whole
point really.  I'd been meaning to show Brandon, but since he
wasn't around, Cameron would have to do.

Jennifer asked Cameron some serious question about their
experiment, but when Cameron didn't answer right away, she
followed his gaze back to me, still fooling around with the DVDs
with my tush up in the air.  I quickly sat back up, but she
clearly wasn't pleased with me 'seducing her man' although that
wasn't exactly what I was intending.  I was just bored and
frustrated because Brandon wasn't around.  Jennifer didn't seem
too impressed with my cut-offs though, leaving little to the
imagination.

We sat there in silence for a while, me trying to pretend I'd
done nothing wrong, Cameron with this goofy grin on his face, and
Jennifer staring daggers at me for interrupting their study
session.  I was a bit curious about how much of my rear was
showing because it was hard to tell from here.  I couldn't escape
the nagging feeling that perhaps a good deal more was showing
than I'd first intended, just based on the look on their faces. 
I hadn't really meant to offend Jennifer although if they could
actually see my pussy or my pubic hair, I could kind of
understand why she might be angry.

Unable to stand the tension, I finally stood up, and stretched,
my back still to them.  I felt kind of torn, happy that Cameron
seemed so enchanted with my 'assets,' but not wanting to offend
Jennifer any further.  I debated walking over to give Cameron a
closer look, but finally thought better of it, and headed for the
stairs.  Cameron craned his neck to watch me as I walked away,
but Jennifer finally couldn't take it anymore, and swatted him
with a notebook.  I didn't hear what they said next, but it did
sound like cross words were exchanged.

Brandon didn't come home until much later that day, and by then,
I'd already changed into something more decent.  Ah well.  His
loss.

Our next little encounter just kind of came up out of the blue. 
My host family knows that in the summer, I like to go down to the
beach to go swimming.  One day, Loretta suggests that the four of
us go - her, Brandon, Jennifer and me.  I just quickly grabbed my
swimsuit, and we piled into the SUV, and headed out.  When we got
to the beach, she parked in one of the city's lots amongst the
trees, a bit back from the beach itself.  The three of them got
out their stuff, but I hadn't changed yet, so I told them to go
on ahead, and get us a spot.  Loretta gave me the car keys, so I
could lock up, and then the three of them headed out.  I guess I
could tell even then that Brandon was a bit curious about what I
was going to do, because he looked back at me over his shoulder
as they walked away.

I went around to the back of the mini-van, and opened the rear
hatch to get my stuff.  It was a really gorgeous day out, not a
cloud in the sky, and I could hear cicadas chirping away.  It
reminded me of summers in Japan.

I wanted to just get changed, but actually, I got caught changing
once on video by some guys from my university, so I decided to
have a look around first, and make sure no one was watching.  The
parking lot itself seemed empty, but just to be sure I walked
along the tree line, peering through the branches seeing if
anyone was around.  There were cars going by on the road on the
far side of the trees, but I don't think anyone in a car would be
able to see me with all the trees in the way.

While I was poking around though, I suddenly caught sight out of
Brandon.  He was sneaking back this way, trying to hide himself
behind a neighboring car.  The sneaky little devil!  I guess he
didn't realize I'd spotted him because he kept on coming this way
trying to get to a place where he'd be able to see the back of
their van.  I scooted back to the van before he saw me, wondering
what I should do.

I guess it is a bit weird for him to come spy on me like that,
but I wasn't really all that offended.  Boys will be boys.  In
some ways, I was actually glad, because it might be safer to
change with him right here watching out for people.

Still pretending like I hadn't seen him, I undid my shorts, and
pulled them down.  This is actually kind of fun 'cause I could
tease him without him knowing that I was doing it on purpose. 
Taking one last look around, I finally got up my nerve, and slid
my panties down too, letting him see me naked.  I was actually
pretty excited 'cause I don't think I'd ever done anything quite
like this before, deliberately flashing Brandon out in public.  I
didn't even have to cover up this time, because he thinks I don't
know he's there watching.  All giddy with excitement, I pulled
off my top and bra, and threw them in the van with the rest of my
clothes, standing there completely naked now.

I knew I was taking a terrible chance, but I was just so elated
to be naked out here with Brandon looking on, admiring me in all
my glory.  But I couldn't just stand here.  I needed some kind of
excuse for why I wasn't getting back dressed.

I got a rubber band out of my bag, and then carefully gathered my
hair up into a ponytail intending to tie it back with the band. 
I realized I was probably blushing from the embarrassment, so I
turned away from Brandon, letting him ogle my behind, while I did
up my hair.  I kept worrying that someone else would come along,
so I glanced this way and that, quite skittish, but it looked
like it was all clear for now anyway.

Still blushing, I turned to dig out my sunscreen next, checking
out of the corner of my eye to make sure that Brandon was still
there behind the next car over.  It was hard to tell what he was
doing, but it looked like he had his cell phone out, and was
trying to take my picture.  I'll have to sneak into his room, and
erase those later, but actually, that's not such a bad idea,
taking a picture to remember the occasion.

I wasn't exactly sure where my camera was, so I leaned into the
van to dig it out of my bag.  Brandon got a bit braver, and
actually stepped out from behind the car to get a better look at
me, but more seriously, I heard voices coming this way.  Oh oh. 
I'd better get out of here.

I grabbed the keys and my bag, closed the back hatch, and
scurried up to the side door, and climbed in.  I ducked my head
down hoping that whoever it was wouldn't see me.  It sounded like
boys, maybe surfers headed for the beach.  The voices continued
on past maybe a few cars over.  I wonder if they saw Brandon
skulking out there.  It would have served him right for spying.

As their voices trailed off, I slowly managed to calm back down.
Phew!  That was close.  Good thing I heard them in time. 
Gathering up my nerve again, I softly opened the car door,
getting back out just to make sure they were gone.  I knew it was
kind of crazy to go back out naked and all, especially after I'd
almost gotten caught, but actually, I was maybe even getting a
bit used to being naked out here.  I had my lucky necklace on,
and that was usually enough to protect me.

The space between the two cars was kind of narrow on that side,
and I almost had a heart attack when I realized I'd left the keys
inside on the seat.  Luckily, though Loretta had left her door
unlocked, so I could still get in that way.  That's a lucky
break!  That wouldn't have been funny if I'd locked myself out
naked!

The three surfer dudes were definitely gone, but I couldn't see
Brandon anymore.  Had he left too, or was he still skulking
around somewhere trying to get another peek at me?  Before I
could figure this out, I heard Loretta calling,

"Brandon!  Brandon!"

I guess he still must be over here, and she'd come looking for
him.  I don't want her to see me like this though, so I quickly
opened up her door, and then crawled over the seatback into the
back seat.  Not a second too soon because she was right there.  I
quickly ducked down, and tried to find my bikini in my bag.  Oh
god.  I hope she doesn't come over here.  Brandon is over the
other way there, not here.

I wondered for a moment whether I should put my bikini bottoms or
top on first, but finally decided to go with the bottoms.  If
she's going to catch me, topless is probably better than
bottomless.  Luckily, she paused for a moment, maybe having
caught sight of Brandon, and that gave me time to pull both my
bottoms and top on.  She waved at me to roll down the window,
just as I was getting my bikini bra straightened out.

"Have you seen Brandon?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah.  He's just over there I think," I told her, pointing
in the direction I'd last seen him.  She gave me a strange look,
perhaps even suspecting that he'd seen me change, but she didn't
say anything about it.  Oh shoot.  I guess I should have told her
I hadn't seen him, but anyway, what's done is done.  I locked up
the car, and then headed for the beach, while Loretta continued
to search for Brandon.

Jennifer was just sitting there on a towel in a large one piece
bathing suit, just taking it all in.

"Where's Mom and Brandon?" she asked.

"Um, your mom is still looking for him I think.  They're in the
parking lot somewhere."

She seemed satisfied with that answer, pulled her sunglasses on,
and lay back.  I finally got out my sunscreen, and rubbed it on
all over.  When Brandon finally showed up, he was eyeing me
suspiciously, seemingly upset that I'd been gallivanting around
in the nude back there.  I don't know what he had to be so angry
about.  That whole free show was for his benefit, but anyway, it
looked like he hadn't realized that I knew he was watching.

Anyway, I'd managed to avoid getting into any more serious
trouble with him, but the tension between us continues.

Emi Tsuruta
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/

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