Jillicious - The Beginning.
My brother and I had always been close. Being the only two children it was us against our parents. Being only 17 months apart we were very close. We stuck together through everything. We always talked to each other about our day and how we were doing. It didn't matter what the topic was, we just loved sharing our lives together.
My brother and I used to cuddle a lot. I loved it. It made me feel good like someone really needed me. It didn't take long before we figured out how good backrubs felt. We used to rub each other's back and then lie together and watch TV. One day my brother pushed the backrub a little farther. He had just finished rubbing my back and I was laying next to him. I felt his hand slide up the back of my shirt. This was pretty com
My brother and I used to cuddle a lot. I loved it. It made me feel good like someone really needed me. It didn't take long before we figured out how good backrubs felt. We used to rub each other's back and then lie together and watch TV. One day my brother pushed the backrub a little farther. He had just finished rubbing my back and I was laying next to him. I felt his hand slide up the back of my shirt. This was pretty com
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mon, and I liked the way it felt. He rubbed his hand up to my shoulders like he always did. But this time he did something different. He started rubbing my side a little. He was pushing closer and closer to my breast. I could feel what he was doing, I knew what he was doing. I was young but that didn't mean I was completely gullible. He finally got his hand just under my recently developing breast and rubbed the skin just beneath it. After some time I grabbed his hand. He pulled back quickly.
"I'm sorry" he said apologetically.
"If you want to touch it you can. I'll let you. But just this once. And you can't tell anyone." I knew what I had said to him. But after I said it I knew I should have kept that thought to myself. I rolled over on my back and he slid his hand up the front of my shirt. I felt him slide his hand under my bra. I had quite a bit of space in there. My breasts were still new to me too. As he touched my breast I felt an electric shock that shot all the way through my body. It felt great but scared the shit out of me at the same time.
"OK," I said, "Thats enough."
My brother reluctantly pulled his hand out from under my shirt and looked at me. "Thanks. You know you didn't have to let me do that."
"I know, but I knew you wanted to and we share so much anyways. I am the first girl you have touched, aren't I?"
"Yes, you are." he assured me. And with that I felt my heart leap. I would have never admitted it then, but I was completely stricken with my brother. I just loved being with him but I knew that letting him feel me up was wrong. After all he was my brother and I wasn't supposed to have feelings like that for him.
A few weeks had passed and things had gone as they usually had between me and my brother. We talked a lot and cuddled. The back rubs went back to normal as well. He had not tried to reach around to my breasts again. I felt comfortable with what my brother and I were doing. There could have been nothing wrong with cuddling and back rubs. But I felt terrible for letting him touch me. I just didn't want him to know that. As we were cuddling a few weeks later my brother didn't give me a back rub. I looked at him as if I were being cheated out of our regular time together.
"I can't rub your back today." He said as I looked dissapointingly at me.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because, I want to touch you again. I'll rub your back if you let me touch your boobs again."
This made me think. It felt great but it was my brother. If we started doing stuff like this then how far would he want to go? "I'm not sure I want to let you touch me again. You are my brother and we shouldn't do stuff like that."
"I know. You are right. But you are the only girl who ever pays attention to me. Most girls won't even look at me but you cuddle with me all the time. Besides that, you are really beautiful and are starting to get older. And the look you had on your face last time told me that you liked it."
Now here is where I should have stopped it. I should have gotten up and said no to him. It would have saved me a lot of tears and guilt about what we were doing.
But instead of saying no or leaving him there I rolled over on my back. I lay there waiting for him to do what he needed. He slid his hand under my shirt but this time he pulled it up and motioned for me to help him take it off. I sighed and looked at him as if I didn't want to. But I slid my shirt up to my neck and then he pushed my bra up. My breasts were just tiny little mounds and they had just recently been growing. He placed his hand on my left breast and rubbed it around. He caressed my breast and slowly moved to the other one. It felt great. The same electric shock that I had felt earlier was back. It was so relaxing to have him caress me. My breasts had been a little sore from the recent growth and the rubbing felt good. I was a bit shocked by what he did next. My brother moved his hand to my right breast and then embraced my left nipple with his mouth. This sent me over the top. And again it scared the shit out of me. I had never felt such great pleasure through my body.
"Ok," I said, "Stop."
My brother looked at me. "Whats wrong? Am I hurting you?"
"No," I said, "I just don't want to do this anymore."
I had a hard time knowing that it was my brother that was getting me exited. I knew what was happening to me. I wanted to go farther. I wanted to try more...but it was so wrong to do it with my brother. I pulled my bra back down and adjusted it. Then I pulled my shirt down and rolled over on my side. My brother cuddled back up to me and I could feel his cock against my back.
"I'm sorry," he said, "It looked like you were really enjoying it. And you did moan a little." I didn't say anything back. I just turned and looked at him and smiled.
That night I spent alone in my room. I ate my dinner quickly so I could go be alone. I cried that night. I cried because I knew what I let my brother do was wrong. I wasn't supposed to do these things with my brother. I pulled myself together enough to get up off my bed and pull my shirt off. I undid my bra clasp and let it fall to the ground. Then I turned and looked at myself in my mirror. I looked at my breasts and thought about how good it felt and about my brother. I cried again knowing that what I did was wrong. I struggled emotionally for quite some time. I took off my pants and layed back on my bed without putting on any pajamas. I cried myself to sleep that night and awoke the next day in my bed all covered up. I didn't remember getting into my covers, but somehow I was under them.
The next morning I jumped out of bed and put my pajamas on. I walked out to the kitchen to get some breakfast. My brother was at the table eating cereal and I yawned as I aknowleged his presence. I poured my bowl of cereal and sat across from him. I looked at him as I ate breakfast thinking about what we did. This time I was able to keep my emotions under control. He looked up at me and could tell I had been thinking pretty hard about something. He knew what I was thinking about. It took him a while to speak, we sat together in awkward silence. Finally, after he had finished his cereal, he cleared his throat and asked, "Hey Jill, are you mad at me?"
"No," I said, "I'm mad at myself."
"What do you mean?"
"I should not have let you do that. You are my brother and we aren't supposed to be messing around like that."
"Jill, I really love you. I heard you crying last night and I went into your room. You were laying there shivering. I put you under your blankets. I hope you didn't mind."
I looked at him as he confessed to being the one who put me into my bed. "I'm glad you did."
Then my brother continued on, "Jill, I just figured that we share everything together. We share everything that we did during the day. I tell you more than anyone else. Your my best friend. I hang out with you more than anyone else. I just thought that we are getting old enough that we could do this with each other first. So we know what we are doing when we do it with someone else."
I sat there thinking about what he said. It did make sense. I could only imagine how weird it would be to try kissing a guy if I had never done it before. I sat in silence as I finished my cereal. My brother sat there next to me waiting for a response. I wasn't sure I was ready to get into sexual stuff. But it felt great and my brother would be the most natural guy to do it with. I stood up and looked at him. "I'll think about it," I said to him as I put my bowl into the sink. I smiled at him as I passed by to get ready for school.
That afternoon I came home and sat on the couch. I didn't have any homework and the weekend was ahead of me. I turned on the television with full intent to sit there all weekend. My brother got home shortly after I did and joined me on the couch. He sat near me but did not touch me. After some time I layed my head on his lap and he started playing with my hair.
"Will you promise me something," I asked.
"Depends on what you want me to promise," he said.
"I thought about what you said this morning. I thought about us and about what we have done. I thought about what you want to do. Will you promise me that if we do stuff like that together that you will not tell anyone? You have to keep it between us. Nobody can find out, ever!"
My brother gazed into my eyes and as we shared the moment of eye contact he said, "I promise I will never tell anyone."
"Good," I said, "Will you promise me something else?"
"What else do you need?"
"Promise me that you won't make me have sex with you. I'm not ready to do it. I don't want to do it."
My brother looked into my eyes again. But this time he seemed a little more shocked. I guess he had not thought that far ahead. He looked into my eyes and reluctantly told me that he would not make me have sex with him. But he told me that he wanted to do everything else.
I smiled at him and told him that we could just take it one step at a time. Then I lifted my head off his lap and scooted closer to him. I kissed him on the lips. Not like a sister would kiss her brother, but like a girl would kiss a guy she loved. That kiss is what helped me let go of my inhibitions towards my brother. We made out for a long time. It seemed like ages. I sat on his lap while he kissed my ear and moved down to my neck. It felt so amazing. He started lifting my shirt and I took it out of his hands and looked at him. He had a look of dissapointment as I stared at him with the bottom of my shirt in my hands. Then I lifted my shirt for him and the look of dissapointment turned into a look of exitement. I unclasped my bra and let it slide down off my shoulders. He took it the rest of the way off. I was feeling very scared and nervous. He reached up and touched my breasts. It felt so good. He slipped my nipple into his mouth and gently sucked. It was amazing.
We were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the garage door. I jumped off my brother and put my bra on as fast as I could. My brother picked up my shirt and got it ready for me to put on. That was good because I had just gotten it on and we sat down when my dad walked in the door.
My brother and I sat there on the couch together until dinner time. We would take quick glances at each other and he would reach over and touch me every once in a while. After dinner I ended up in my room, with my shirt off again. This time I was not upset about what we did. This time I wanted it too. I stared at my little mounds in the mirror and lightly rubbed my little nipples. I slipped my pants off and slowly took off my panties. I stayed in front of my mirror and looked at my naked body. I had just begun to really develop. I had just a little bit of hair that I ran my fingers through. I knew how far my brother wanted to go. He wanted to do everything but sex. I knew I wasn't ready for everything. But I didn't want to stop.
I slept nude that night for the first time.
I awoke the next saturday morning feeling the soft sheets against my body. I lay there thinking about my brother. I had feelings for him. Kissing him had given me an attraction and, dare I say it, lust for my brother. My thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock at the door. I covered up to my neck thinking that it may be my mom or dad and did not want them to know that I slept without any clothes on. I pretended to be sleeping as the door creeked slightly open. My brother poked his head in my room and I could see him through my slightly open eyelids. He opened the door farther and let himself in. I opened my eyes and looked at him.
"Good morning Jill," he said to me.
I smiled and responded back to him, "Hi."
He walked over to my bed and kissed me on the lips, "I really enjoyed what we did yesterday."
"So did I," I looked at my brother and continued. "But we can't get caught. Dad almost found out yesterday. He would kill us if he knew we were kissing each other."
"Sorry Jill, I lost track of time."
"Its not all your fault. I lost track of time too."
With that my brother kissed me again. "You should leave my room. What if mom and dad hear us in here."
"They can't," he said, "The left this morning to go out to breakfast together." That was pretty normal for them. However, it was usually a sunday morning thing for them to go to breakfast.
"So since they are gone do you want to kiss me again," I asked.
"Yeah," my brother said as he lay down on my bed next to me.
He began kissing me gently. My brother and I were making out again. I was completely addicted. He pulled my covers back and saw that I was laying there without a shirt on. He pulled my blanket back further and saw me laying there naked for the first time. He got a huge smile across his face as he climbed under my blanket with me. He cuddled up to me and I felt his body against mine. We kissed some more and I felt my brothers cock through his pajama bottoms. He pressed it into me and I loved the feeling. I spread my legs and he slid down in between them. We kissed as my brother moved his cock back and forth across my young pussy. He kept kissing me and grabbing my small mounds that I called boobs.
My brother abruptly stopped kissing me. He moaned loudly and I felt his body begin to shake. He squeezed me close to him and I felt a very wet spot on my pussy. At the time I had no idea what it was. Of course he did. I found out later that he had been masturbating for quite some time. He looked at me and said, "Thank you Jill. That was really fun and it felt really good."
"Why are you so wet," I asked.
"Thats my sperm," he replied.
Hearing that was enough to set me off. "Oh shit. Get the hell off of me," I said, "You cant shoot that stuff on me. It could get me pregnant." I had been through the sex ed course at school and understood all of that stuff. I was naive enough to think that I could get pregnant if it even got close to my pussy. I pushed my brother off of me.
"I'm sorry Jill, I'll make sure I don't let it get close to there again."
"You keep your sperm away from there. I'll keep doing this as long as you keep it away from there."
My brother reluctancly agreed again. He kissed me before he left my room. I heard the shower running and when I finally got enough courage to go join him I heard the garage door open. "Wow," I thought. "I'm glad I didn't go in there. We would have gotten caught." I quickly jumped out of bed and put on some panties. I jumped into my pajamas and went out to greet my parents. Boy did I feel like shit when my mom asked me how my morning was.
My brother and I continued on. We tried new things all the time. Sometimes I would be the one to push it just a little. Sometimes it was him. But the one thing that I could count on is that my brother would always stop when I asked him to. That was a good thing for him. I may have decided to stop if he did not respect what I wanted too. I loved feeling his mouth on my tits. I loved feeling his cock against me. It didn't take long before we started masturbating for each other. Then masturbating each other. Bringing each other to climax with our young hands. Oral sex soon followed. All of this took quite some time. It was nearly a year and a half before I would tell my brother I was ready to go all the way. But during that time my love and lust for my brother would grow every day. And don't worry, we used to set the alarm clock for 5pm so we could get dressed before they both got home from work.
"I'm sorry" he said apologetically.
"If you want to touch it you can. I'll let you. But just this once. And you can't tell anyone." I knew what I had said to him. But after I said it I knew I should have kept that thought to myself. I rolled over on my back and he slid his hand up the front of my shirt. I felt him slide his hand under my bra. I had quite a bit of space in there. My breasts were still new to me too. As he touched my breast I felt an electric shock that shot all the way through my body. It felt great but scared the shit out of me at the same time.
"OK," I said, "Thats enough."
My brother reluctantly pulled his hand out from under my shirt and looked at me. "Thanks. You know you didn't have to let me do that."
"I know, but I knew you wanted to and we share so much anyways. I am the first girl you have touched, aren't I?"
"Yes, you are." he assured me. And with that I felt my heart leap. I would have never admitted it then, but I was completely stricken with my brother. I just loved being with him but I knew that letting him feel me up was wrong. After all he was my brother and I wasn't supposed to have feelings like that for him.
A few weeks had passed and things had gone as they usually had between me and my brother. We talked a lot and cuddled. The back rubs went back to normal as well. He had not tried to reach around to my breasts again. I felt comfortable with what my brother and I were doing. There could have been nothing wrong with cuddling and back rubs. But I felt terrible for letting him touch me. I just didn't want him to know that. As we were cuddling a few weeks later my brother didn't give me a back rub. I looked at him as if I were being cheated out of our regular time together.
"I can't rub your back today." He said as I looked dissapointingly at me.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because, I want to touch you again. I'll rub your back if you let me touch your boobs again."
This made me think. It felt great but it was my brother. If we started doing stuff like this then how far would he want to go? "I'm not sure I want to let you touch me again. You are my brother and we shouldn't do stuff like that."
"I know. You are right. But you are the only girl who ever pays attention to me. Most girls won't even look at me but you cuddle with me all the time. Besides that, you are really beautiful and are starting to get older. And the look you had on your face last time told me that you liked it."
Now here is where I should have stopped it. I should have gotten up and said no to him. It would have saved me a lot of tears and guilt about what we were doing.
But instead of saying no or leaving him there I rolled over on my back. I lay there waiting for him to do what he needed. He slid his hand under my shirt but this time he pulled it up and motioned for me to help him take it off. I sighed and looked at him as if I didn't want to. But I slid my shirt up to my neck and then he pushed my bra up. My breasts were just tiny little mounds and they had just recently been growing. He placed his hand on my left breast and rubbed it around. He caressed my breast and slowly moved to the other one. It felt great. The same electric shock that I had felt earlier was back. It was so relaxing to have him caress me. My breasts had been a little sore from the recent growth and the rubbing felt good. I was a bit shocked by what he did next. My brother moved his hand to my right breast and then embraced my left nipple with his mouth. This sent me over the top. And again it scared the shit out of me. I had never felt such great pleasure through my body.
"Ok," I said, "Stop."
My brother looked at me. "Whats wrong? Am I hurting you?"
"No," I said, "I just don't want to do this anymore."
I had a hard time knowing that it was my brother that was getting me exited. I knew what was happening to me. I wanted to go farther. I wanted to try more...but it was so wrong to do it with my brother. I pulled my bra back down and adjusted it. Then I pulled my shirt down and rolled over on my side. My brother cuddled back up to me and I could feel his cock against my back.
"I'm sorry," he said, "It looked like you were really enjoying it. And you did moan a little." I didn't say anything back. I just turned and looked at him and smiled.
That night I spent alone in my room. I ate my dinner quickly so I could go be alone. I cried that night. I cried because I knew what I let my brother do was wrong. I wasn't supposed to do these things with my brother. I pulled myself together enough to get up off my bed and pull my shirt off. I undid my bra clasp and let it fall to the ground. Then I turned and looked at myself in my mirror. I looked at my breasts and thought about how good it felt and about my brother. I cried again knowing that what I did was wrong. I struggled emotionally for quite some time. I took off my pants and layed back on my bed without putting on any pajamas. I cried myself to sleep that night and awoke the next day in my bed all covered up. I didn't remember getting into my covers, but somehow I was under them.
The next morning I jumped out of bed and put my pajamas on. I walked out to the kitchen to get some breakfast. My brother was at the table eating cereal and I yawned as I aknowleged his presence. I poured my bowl of cereal and sat across from him. I looked at him as I ate breakfast thinking about what we did. This time I was able to keep my emotions under control. He looked up at me and could tell I had been thinking pretty hard about something. He knew what I was thinking about. It took him a while to speak, we sat together in awkward silence. Finally, after he had finished his cereal, he cleared his throat and asked, "Hey Jill, are you mad at me?"
"No," I said, "I'm mad at myself."
"What do you mean?"
"I should not have let you do that. You are my brother and we aren't supposed to be messing around like that."
"Jill, I really love you. I heard you crying last night and I went into your room. You were laying there shivering. I put you under your blankets. I hope you didn't mind."
I looked at him as he confessed to being the one who put me into my bed. "I'm glad you did."
Then my brother continued on, "Jill, I just figured that we share everything together. We share everything that we did during the day. I tell you more than anyone else. Your my best friend. I hang out with you more than anyone else. I just thought that we are getting old enough that we could do this with each other first. So we know what we are doing when we do it with someone else."
I sat there thinking about what he said. It did make sense. I could only imagine how weird it would be to try kissing a guy if I had never done it before. I sat in silence as I finished my cereal. My brother sat there next to me waiting for a response. I wasn't sure I was ready to get into sexual stuff. But it felt great and my brother would be the most natural guy to do it with. I stood up and looked at him. "I'll think about it," I said to him as I put my bowl into the sink. I smiled at him as I passed by to get ready for school.
That afternoon I came home and sat on the couch. I didn't have any homework and the weekend was ahead of me. I turned on the television with full intent to sit there all weekend. My brother got home shortly after I did and joined me on the couch. He sat near me but did not touch me. After some time I layed my head on his lap and he started playing with my hair.
"Will you promise me something," I asked.
"Depends on what you want me to promise," he said.
"I thought about what you said this morning. I thought about us and about what we have done. I thought about what you want to do. Will you promise me that if we do stuff like that together that you will not tell anyone? You have to keep it between us. Nobody can find out, ever!"
My brother gazed into my eyes and as we shared the moment of eye contact he said, "I promise I will never tell anyone."
"Good," I said, "Will you promise me something else?"
"What else do you need?"
"Promise me that you won't make me have sex with you. I'm not ready to do it. I don't want to do it."
My brother looked into my eyes again. But this time he seemed a little more shocked. I guess he had not thought that far ahead. He looked into my eyes and reluctantly told me that he would not make me have sex with him. But he told me that he wanted to do everything else.
I smiled at him and told him that we could just take it one step at a time. Then I lifted my head off his lap and scooted closer to him. I kissed him on the lips. Not like a sister would kiss her brother, but like a girl would kiss a guy she loved. That kiss is what helped me let go of my inhibitions towards my brother. We made out for a long time. It seemed like ages. I sat on his lap while he kissed my ear and moved down to my neck. It felt so amazing. He started lifting my shirt and I took it out of his hands and looked at him. He had a look of dissapointment as I stared at him with the bottom of my shirt in my hands. Then I lifted my shirt for him and the look of dissapointment turned into a look of exitement. I unclasped my bra and let it slide down off my shoulders. He took it the rest of the way off. I was feeling very scared and nervous. He reached up and touched my breasts. It felt so good. He slipped my nipple into his mouth and gently sucked. It was amazing.
We were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the garage door. I jumped off my brother and put my bra on as fast as I could. My brother picked up my shirt and got it ready for me to put on. That was good because I had just gotten it on and we sat down when my dad walked in the door.
My brother and I sat there on the couch together until dinner time. We would take quick glances at each other and he would reach over and touch me every once in a while. After dinner I ended up in my room, with my shirt off again. This time I was not upset about what we did. This time I wanted it too. I stared at my little mounds in the mirror and lightly rubbed my little nipples. I slipped my pants off and slowly took off my panties. I stayed in front of my mirror and looked at my naked body. I had just begun to really develop. I had just a little bit of hair that I ran my fingers through. I knew how far my brother wanted to go. He wanted to do everything but sex. I knew I wasn't ready for everything. But I didn't want to stop.
I slept nude that night for the first time.
I awoke the next saturday morning feeling the soft sheets against my body. I lay there thinking about my brother. I had feelings for him. Kissing him had given me an attraction and, dare I say it, lust for my brother. My thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock at the door. I covered up to my neck thinking that it may be my mom or dad and did not want them to know that I slept without any clothes on. I pretended to be sleeping as the door creeked slightly open. My brother poked his head in my room and I could see him through my slightly open eyelids. He opened the door farther and let himself in. I opened my eyes and looked at him.
"Good morning Jill," he said to me.
I smiled and responded back to him, "Hi."
He walked over to my bed and kissed me on the lips, "I really enjoyed what we did yesterday."
"So did I," I looked at my brother and continued. "But we can't get caught. Dad almost found out yesterday. He would kill us if he knew we were kissing each other."
"Sorry Jill, I lost track of time."
"Its not all your fault. I lost track of time too."
With that my brother kissed me again. "You should leave my room. What if mom and dad hear us in here."
"They can't," he said, "The left this morning to go out to breakfast together." That was pretty normal for them. However, it was usually a sunday morning thing for them to go to breakfast.
"So since they are gone do you want to kiss me again," I asked.
"Yeah," my brother said as he lay down on my bed next to me.
He began kissing me gently. My brother and I were making out again. I was completely addicted. He pulled my covers back and saw that I was laying there without a shirt on. He pulled my blanket back further and saw me laying there naked for the first time. He got a huge smile across his face as he climbed under my blanket with me. He cuddled up to me and I felt his body against mine. We kissed some more and I felt my brothers cock through his pajama bottoms. He pressed it into me and I loved the feeling. I spread my legs and he slid down in between them. We kissed as my brother moved his cock back and forth across my young pussy. He kept kissing me and grabbing my small mounds that I called boobs.
My brother abruptly stopped kissing me. He moaned loudly and I felt his body begin to shake. He squeezed me close to him and I felt a very wet spot on my pussy. At the time I had no idea what it was. Of course he did. I found out later that he had been masturbating for quite some time. He looked at me and said, "Thank you Jill. That was really fun and it felt really good."
"Why are you so wet," I asked.
"Thats my sperm," he replied.
Hearing that was enough to set me off. "Oh shit. Get the hell off of me," I said, "You cant shoot that stuff on me. It could get me pregnant." I had been through the sex ed course at school and understood all of that stuff. I was naive enough to think that I could get pregnant if it even got close to my pussy. I pushed my brother off of me.
"I'm sorry Jill, I'll make sure I don't let it get close to there again."
"You keep your sperm away from there. I'll keep doing this as long as you keep it away from there."
My brother reluctancly agreed again. He kissed me before he left my room. I heard the shower running and when I finally got enough courage to go join him I heard the garage door open. "Wow," I thought. "I'm glad I didn't go in there. We would have gotten caught." I quickly jumped out of bed and put on some panties. I jumped into my pajamas and went out to greet my parents. Boy did I feel like shit when my mom asked me how my morning was.
My brother and I continued on. We tried new things all the time. Sometimes I would be the one to push it just a little. Sometimes it was him. But the one thing that I could count on is that my brother would always stop when I asked him to. That was a good thing for him. I may have decided to stop if he did not respect what I wanted too. I loved feeling his mouth on my tits. I loved feeling his cock against me. It didn't take long before we started masturbating for each other. Then masturbating each other. Bringing each other to climax with our young hands. Oral sex soon followed. All of this took quite some time. It was nearly a year and a half before I would tell my brother I was ready to go all the way. But during that time my love and lust for my brother would grow every day. And don't worry, we used to set the alarm clock for 5pm so we could get dressed before they both got home from work.
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