Maybe a shot of bare legs stretched out on my coffee table; or a tantalizing swath of her naked upper chest and shoulders; or, more daringly, just a s...ngle nipple, closeup.After one such encounter, after we made love on my couch and were recovering, sweaty and panting, Riley giggled and turned to me. “Remember when me sending you a picture text like the one today would have been illegal?”I laughed. “I surely do. And I wouldn’t trade how we met for anything, but I am so glad we don’t have to. They had absolutely noprivacy.By the time the first year of secondary school had ended, I felt totallya girl. Indeed my breasts were now going from an 'A' to a 'B' cup andmy hips had started to round out very nicely so that I was a mirror imageof my twin sister. Nobody could tell us apart and people marveled thattwo 'half-sisters' could be so alike. if they only knew that we wereactually twins albeit, brother and sister.Harriet was also developing at a similar rate and I found myself. The pressure releases from the unclasped suspender. Rolling the stocking slowly down to her ankle, tracing the path back up the soft smooth leg. Changing feet, she placed the other foot into his groin. This time inviting him to unclasp the back and front suspender. As he reaches to unclasp the back suspender, she gyrated slowly making it difficult for him to unclasp. The rhythmic movement unbalances him and his elbow brushes against thong encased pussy. The swelling lips of her pussy are now. It angered her father if he happened to see her without restraint, even in a nightgown when she crossed her arms across her chest when they passed each other at sunrise on the path to the outhouses behind their building. The girls at school were mostly consoling, assuring her there were practical athletic, as well as backless and strapless fashion advantages to being a ‘Flatty Patty’, and after all, it was ultimately the silken slit between her legs the boys were pursuing. With the help of her.