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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
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   Soon after I arrived in Oceanview, I found a home stay with an American
family, Loretta and her two kids, Brandon and Jennifer.  They were a few
years younger than me, so I kind of looked at them as children, but now
more and more they were growing up.  Jennifer was always a good girl, but
Brandon is a bit more of a prankster.  Loretta would ask me to watch them,
and 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 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 a hand down between my legs.  I think he was just trying to be funny,
but it was hard to stay calm.  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 much about my 'hobby.' 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, so I could have a shower.  I
thought I had everything, so I stripped out of my nightie, 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.  He could see I was
naked.  He peered at me wide eyed, trying to get me to move my hands, but
when I motioned for him to quit it, he started yelling,

   "Mom!"

   I lifted a finger to my mouth, signaling for him to keep quiet, letting
him see my breasts.  This just got him more excited.  I was so worried that
his mom would come up, and find me, seducing her poor innocent son. 
Luckily though, I don't think she heard him.  Once I was sure she wasn't
coming, I beat a retreat to my room, and shut the door.  Soon, he came
knocking.

   "What on earth were you doing?" he demanded.

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

   "Here!  Open up!"

   "No way!"

   "I'll tell mom."

   "I'm not letting you in."

   He tried to push open the door, but I pressed up against it holding it
shut.  Eventually, he gave up.  I pulled on shorts and a t-shirt, and then
dashed across to have a shower.

   When I finally went downstairs, Brandon had the funniest look on his
face.  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 to
corrupt her son.  I didn't say anything, but I did feel a bit guilty.  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 while 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 summer I was here, I used to wear shorts and halters for
pajamas, but then the next year, I started sleeping in my underwear.  I was
a bit worried that Brandon would see, but the three of them all dressed
pretty light in the summer too.  Brandon sniggered the first time he saw me
in my undies, but then, I teased him about the outrageous big swimming
trunks he wears.  After that, he settled down.

   Then the third summer I was here, there was this one particularly hot
August night.  I was lying here 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 dig 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, 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 more
comfortable.

   In the morning, I awoke with a start.  I soon realized 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 closed the door 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, it had 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 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.  She could clearly
see that I was naked.  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 scared me." 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 naked
before the time I dashed across from the shower.

   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.
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.  Embarrassed, sure, but also
kind of excited I wanted to say.

   "Do you walk around naked a lot?"

   "Sometimes.  Don't you?"

   She glared at me for a second, and then giggled.

   "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."

   Jen laughed.  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 tried to give me a stern look, but clearly
thought I was pretty funny.  She was sleepy though, so she went back
upstairs to bed.  It was cooler by then, so I pulled my undies back on, and
went back to sleep.  That morning when Brandon came down, he saw me in my
undies, but at least I wasn't naked.

   A few days after that, I was at home, but no one else was around. 
Loretta had taken the car, shopping I guess, and Jen and Brandon had gone
out with their friends.  I wanted to go out too, but I didn't have a thing
to wear.  I had to do my laundry.

   I piled all my colored clothes in a basket, and lugged it downstairs to
the washing machine.  I put everything in, and then looked down at the
t-shirt and shorts I was wearing.  I guess I should do these too while I'm
at it.  I took off my shorts, getting a little thrill from stripping, and
threw them into the machine.  I thought about throwing my t-shirt in too,
but to go back upstairs, I'd have to walk past the front window, so I'd
better keep it for now.  This t-shirt was a blue stripe with a scoop neck.
I like the way the buttery soft cotton feels on my skin, but actually, it's
a bit too short to wear out in public.  I tugged at the hem trying to cover
up my bare behind, but it wasn't long enough.  The material would always
bounce right back up as soon as I let go.  Even worse, the feeling of the
air on my pussy was driving me to distraction.

   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.  It's usually pretty quiet during the day because
everyone's off at work or wherever.  I pulled down the hem to cover my
pussy at least, and stepped outside.  I felt so weird to be outside half
naked.  It was amazing.

   The mailbox was stuffed with flyers, and I was 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 when the cool air licked at
my hello kitty.  I felt so naughty.  The tails of my top were blowing in
the breeze, exposing my backside to the street.  I looked around to make
sure no one was watching, 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 to check how wet I'd become.

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

   I went upstairs to my room, and took off my t-shirt.  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 was even shorter than the t-shirt.  I
pulled the hood up over my head, and the hem slid up exposing my pussy.  I
turned around, and admired my own rear in the mirror.  Ryosuke loves it
when I dress like this.  Too bad he's at work today.  I was getting all
excited just thinking about it though.

   Suddenly, I remembered my laundry.  I piled all my whites in the basket,
and wondered if I could risk heading downstairs like this.  Loretta and
them probably wouldn't be home for a little while yet.  It was fun walking
around bottomless.  It felt kind of naughty.

   I pulled the hood off, but left the hem up around my waist.  Taking the
basket, I went out into the hall.  I was a bit worried about being seen, so
I held the basket in front of me to hide my pussy.  Even so, I was getting
more and more excited.  I peered out the front window, but luckily, there
didn't seem to be anyone out there.  I covered my backside with my hand as
I walked back to the room with our washing machine.  I was so proud of
myself for having been so daring to have come all the way down here.  It
would probably get quite a rise out of Brandon if he saw me like this.

   After I'd put in the second load, I took the basket back upstairs, but
this time, as I passed the window, I didn't bother to cover my bare bottom.
It felt so exhilarating walking around half naked like this.  I could feel
myself sliding deeper and deeper down that slippery slope.

   Unable to be good, I went back downstairs, wondering what other mischief
I could get up to.  There didn't seem to be 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.  If I want to do this, there isn't much 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 breeze on my pussy felt so good.  I peered
out at all the houses 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 wind.  I couldn't see
anyone though.

   Holding the basket in front of me, I stepped out the front door, and
just stood there for a moment enjoying the feeling of the 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 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 realized that might not be safe.  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, 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.  I found a crop top tee in my closet, and
pulled it on.  I looked in the mirror at my pussy.  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.  If someone saw me, there would be no mistaking that I was naked.
I looked left and right, but the street was still deserted.  I stepped
right out onto the porch, pressing the basket tightly against my pussy.  I
spread my legs a bit, giving in to the pleasurable sensations.  I knew I
really shouldn't be doing this, but it just felt so good.

   I felt so embarrassed though.  I was so obviously naked.  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 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.  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 I was so
worried that he saw me.  I kicked off my shoes, and ran upstairs, racing to
pull on some panties and a skirt.  It all happened so fast.  I 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 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 naked?"

   Drat!  He had seen me.

   "Right.  In your dreams!" I squealed, trying to make out as if he'd
imagined it.

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

   "I was just doing some reading," I told him gesturing at the magazines
on my night table.  He stared at me, knowing better.

   "Yeah, whatever.  I know what I saw," he insisted.  "Emi, you should be
careful.  It's not safe."

   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 thought I was 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.  Ta.

   Emi Tsuruta
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