After being with my Mom and Dad that night, I was instantly curious about my body and sex. I was curious about my sister’s body and if she was having the same feelings. I wasn’t sure what was happening at the time and had no one to talk to. My dad never openly talked about anything that happened just kind of acted like it more or less didn't happen, my mom told me that sex was something that happened behind closed doors and wasn’t something people should openly talk about. (old fashioned parents)
My sister and I decided to get into dad’s playboy mags, he always kept them in the closet. We’d look at the pictures and try to copy what the women were doing. We’d touch each other, we pulled our shirts up, I touched her tits, she touched mine. We looked at each other and explored our bodies together. She kissed my tit, sucked it, then I did the same to hers.
Then we were curious about the ache between our legs, the pictures of the women touching themselves, kissing each other there. (I feel like that's what my sister and I, thought sex was at the time between two people. Was just kissing each other’s bodies, making each other feel good.) I remember, she took her pants down and I kissed her clit, then I took my pants down she kissed mine. Our mom walked in and caught us, she took the magazines and made us get dressed, and shooed us out of their room.
I don’t remember getting a lecture or her following up with us about what was happening, nor did she explain what we were going through was normal. She just said if she caught us again she’d whip our asses. So, After that our mutual experiences stopped… They liked to play, but, not explain what was happening, especially with us girls starting to notice and feel things ourselves. We were more or less raised sexually repressed in a way.
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