Dorsai: Friends and Lovers

The end result was that I saw some of Janet's friends in just their bra and panties, and they saw me in just my undershorts; some of my friends saw Janet in just her underwear, and she saw them the same way. Nothing was ever said, and nobody got out of line – though I'd be surprised if the looking didn't go on longer than it strictly needed to.

Shortly after New Years, Janet and I had finished studying and I was in her room, sitting on her bed with her sitting in front of me while I held her as we chatted about school. We'd been talking about the one teacher that we had in common when she asked me "Danny, do you think Nadia is pretty?"

With the question seeming to come out of nowhere, it took me a second to realize who she meant: one of the girls that had become one of her best friends, and stayed the night several times. I didn't have any trouble answering "Sure, she's pretty enough. Why?"

Janet was quiet for a few seconds before telling me "After we had that so-called 'Sex Ed' class in Biology, she's started getting all worked up, worrying that she isn't growing tits and hair right and that she doesn't know anything about guys. I've tried to explain to her that she's doing fine, and even shown her a few sites on the Internet – but she still isn't sure she looks okay."

Remembering what I'd seen of Nadia, I couldn't figure why she'd have any worries -" she had a cute face and lovely butter-blond hair, a nice shape, and beautiful skin. Her tits weren't as large as Janet's, but she was still well past flat-chested. I'd only seen her with her bra and panties on, so didn't know about her other concern, but figured that if that part of her was as developed as her bust, she was in perfectly reasonable condition. Still, I knew Sis well enough that I just gave her a hug before asking "Yeah, and -?"

"If I can talk her into it, would you be willing to look at her, and tell her that you think she's pretty, so she'll stop*worrying* so much?"

I couldn't help laughing before I answered "Well, I suppose I'd be willing to look at another naked girl, if I had to", making Sis laugh, too.

A couple of moments later, she asked "If she wanted to, would you let her look at you? Naked, I mean, so she doesn't feel like she doesn't know anything about guys? And maybe even kiss and touch her a little bit, so she knows you really mean it when you tell her you think she's pretty?"

The intimacy that Janet and I shared was something that was known only in our home -" Mom and Dad had both been aware of how close Sis and I were, and given us their implicit permission to become sexually active with each other. Nobody outside our "family" (Mom and Dad's special friends knew, too, of course) was aware of just how close Sis and I were. That prompted me to respond by saying "I can, if that's what she wants. But how does it happen? I mean, is it going to be just me and her? Or is she going to want you there, too, as her friend, and to make sure nobody gets carried away with the kissing and touching? If you're there, how do we deal with me being naked in front of you? Would she want you to be naked, too? What about that, with me there? What kind of touching -" just me touching her boobs, or one or both of us touching sex parts? Is it just touching, or is she maybe going to want to find out more? And if so, how much? Sis, you know what kind of problems there could be if anyone found out about us – not just for you and me, but Mom and Dad, too. Like I said, I*can* do that stuff, but Nadia's your friend; you're the one that's going to have to make sure that it'll be okay."

Sis was silent for a little while, then asked "Okay, if I can make sure that there won't be any problems, you'll do it?"

I gave her another hug before answering "If you can make sure, I'll do it."

As Janet and I continued to sit there, I knew that my questions weren't the end of it. I would readily admit that Janet was the "faster" thinker of the two of us, just as I knew that she'd concede that I thought "deeper" than she did; I pretty much figured that she'd still come to me to make sure there wasn't something she wasn't leaving out. That proved to be just what happened over the course of the next few weeks.

Knowing that Sis hadn't given up on the idea, I wasn't surprised when she finally let me know that Nadia was actively interested in the solutions Janet had offered, and that she was prepared to deal with the few issues she hadn't already taken care of. Grinning, I let her know that when Nadia was ready, I'd be available.

I found out how carefully Janet had thought things through when she asked for, and got, permission for Nadia to spend the night when Mom and Dad told us that they would be attending a Saturday trade show related to Dad's engineering business -" they'd leave home the day before, spend the night in a hotel, attend the show, and come home that evening.

Mom and Dad's departure wasn't all that big of a deal -" they were going to be back the next day, and Sis and I had already demonstrated that we were mature and responsible enough to be left alone. We had a list of phone numbers we could call for different needs or emergencies, as well as Mom and Dad's cell phone numbers, and one of Dad's credit cards for *emergency* use. After making sure that Sis and I still knew the rules (such as they were), each of us got a kiss from Mom before they left. Shortly after we finished supper, Nadia came over; she and Sis quickly disappeared into Sis' room, leaving me to entertain myself with a movie on TV.

After the movie finished, I was waiting to catch the sports reporting on the news when Janet came into the den wearing only a pair of panties. When I looked up at her, she told me "If you're still willing, it's time. She's nervous as all get-out waiting for it, but ready. She decided that she'd feel better if you still had your underwear on when you came in."

I just nodded, and got up; when I went into my room, Janet followed me. As I undressed, she went on to tell me "She's okay with you looking at her, and even kissing and touching her boobs. If it's okay with you, she wants to touch your penis; if she does, she'll be okay with you touching her there, too -" a little embarrassed maybe, but okay. What she'd like to happen is to kind of work into it – you look at her first, then she learns about guys, then the kissing and touching. She isn't sure yet, but she might even want to try some sex stuff -" just using your mouths on each other."

I looked at her in surprise, and she grinned at me as she said "Yeah, it surprised me, too. Just so you know, we're okay with being naked because we're twins and just grew up that way. I've asked around it enough that if any of the sex stuff happens, I'm*sure* she'll be okay about hearing about us afterwards; if it doesn't happen, then there's nothing to say."

I nodded, and with only my undershorts on, followed Janet back to her room. Nadia was sitting on the bed, resting against the headboard; she had her hands in her lap as she used her arms to cover as much as she could of her bare breasts -" she wasn't any more dressed than Janet or me.

With a small gesture, Sis let me know that I should sit in her chair so that she could sit on the bed with Nadia. After the brief glance I'd given her when I came in, I made a point of only looking into Nadia's face to try and help her relax.

Once all of us had been seated for a bit, Janet asked me "Danny, if Nadia stood up and let you look at her without any clothes on, would you tell her what you really think she looks like? Not just if you think she's pretty or sexy, but*why*?"

"Sure, if that's what she wants."

Something that Sis and I had kind of absorbed from Dad was that if anyone explicitly asked us for the truth, then we'd give it to them -" plain, and unvarnished. The people that knew us knew that was what happened, so Nadia had every reason to believe that if she stood up and let me look at her, I'd tell her exactly what I saw. From the look in her eyes, I could see that she also knew I was giving her one last chance to back out of the whole deal; if she let me look at her naked, she was going to hear my honest opinion, like it or not.