In my last letter I told you about the relationship that evolved between myself and my two precious nephew's, Johnathan and Robert. The twins are in their early 20's, quite a bitter younger than my own mid-30's, and yet already the boys are wonderfully accomplished lovers. I inquired as to their previous sexual exploits, and how they grew to develop their tremendous sexual expertise by their youthful age. In this series of journal entries I will describe their respective explanations of their various adventures, using my own words and writing style to elaborate upon the events as they were related to me. Not surprisingly for this family, for each of them this was with a mature woman who was a close relative. For each their first encounter occurred during their first year at college. Each boy had decided upon a different trade and hence attending schools in two different cities. Robert, starting at the same college that his sister was already attending, moved into the spare room of the apartment their parents had rented for her. While Johnathan moved in with his Aunt, who lived only a short bus ride away from his college.
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Robert:
The college program I wanted to take was offered at the same college that my sister had started at a year earlier, which was convenient as the roommate she had in the first year, a friend from her graduating high school class, had left at the end of the first year to move in with her boyfriend. Dad had been covering Angela's half of the rent already, and so offered to pay for the whole apartment if we agreed to live there together, as he saw this as more economical than finding two different rooms for us. My sister and I had always got along well and neither of us expressed a concern with this arrangement. I moved in my few belongings and soon was attending classes and meeting new friends.
Angela had actually changed in her appearance quite a bit from how I remembered her throughout high school when she was a year ahead of me and my brother. At that time she had been a pudgy girl with short black hair, big goofy glasses and misaligned teeth. But the braces had fixed her teeth, she had gotten contacts and joined a gym, and dyed her hair a blondish light brown after letting it grow out. Though she was my sister, I couldn't help but to notice that she had actually become quite the little hotty.
As the days and weeks of study and living with Angela moved on she became more comfortable with our living arrangements and more casual in her dress style in the apartment. While she would dress rather conservatively to attend class, concealing much of her figure under long skirts and thick sweaters, when she got home she was quick to don a pair or rather tight shorts and a shrunken T-shirt, along with a big furry pair of slippers. I found my eyes drawn to her as she would walk passed me, feeling guilty as I admired the shape of her slender long legs and perky breasts bouncing along under her shirt. She had transformed herself into a very beautiful young lady. Well-tanned and muscled, her bare legs ascended to a shapely round bum accentuated by her tight shorts, which also would reveal from time to time a pretty looking camel toe between her tights. Her little T-shirt wrapped tightly around her firm apple sized breasts, ending just above her navel, exposing the soft flesh of her flat belly.
As evening approached as she was getting ready for bed, some nights she would wear flannel PJ's. But at other times Angela would come out of her room wearing only a loose little teddy. Though she seemed to have a great many to choose from, her favorites involved a short skirt that barely covered her panties and thin shoulder straps that exposed a long and shapely bare back, holding the material loosely over her breasts in the front. At first I felt like a pervert as I began to watch her more and more, even finding myself looking forward to evening so that I might get the chance to watch my sister strut around the apartment in a teddy. I must confess that I enjoyed staring at her silky smooth long legs and ogling her bouncing titties. She seemed quite oblivious to my glances and I become bolder with time, staring at her headlights when her nipples were perky, or gawking at her panty covered ass when she bent deeply over. I especially enjoying when she would bend forward in her teddy, offering my eager eyes a full view of her hanging breasts, capped by quite visible big pink nipples.
As time passed so did the guilty feelings I had initially experienced, and I no longer resisted letting my cock grow hard as I watched her. I encouraged her playful nature by tickling her, lifting her in the air, and wrestling with her on the couch, games we had played together growing up. But of course now was different. I enjoyed the feeling of her thigh pressed hard against my erect member as we wrestled, and her ass push against my dick as she sat on my lap and bounced up and down, teasing her with tickles on her belly and sides. I savoured the feeling as her breast would press against my face through the cloth of her top as I lifted her up with my hands cupped between her ass and upper legs. And I loved rubbing my hands up and down the smooth skin of her legs and we wrestled on the ground, grinding our bodies together in playful gestures.
And I must admit that I also enjoyed fantasizing about her body while I jerked off, imaging her hand around my shaft with visions of her perky tits in my face. Stroking myself off every night made me become more and more desperate to see her fully naked body, and to explore the touch of that flesh. As my desires and desperation grew, it seemed to me that she was often deliberately even teasing me, provoking me toward a reaction. Her tits seemed to hang in front of my face more often, while her panties seemed to grow smaller and tighter, and seemed to be revealed far more often.
One night while I was studying at my desk Angela knocked on the door to my room and entered, offering me a cup of tea. I was stunned and only stared at her for what was probably only a few seconds but seemed like a day. There she stood, two tea cups in hand, wearing only a tiny little pair of black panties and a shirt that did not quite reach them, which had only the bottom button done up. My cock went from soft to fully hard in a matter of only seconds. Stuttering I thanked her as she stood beside me and bent over to place the tea on my desk.
