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Way back when I was in my early teens I slept at a friends house. It was summer and we were off school so we had stayed up late playing crappy video games (which, of course, were awesome at the time) and we planned on sleeping late to make up for it. That plan was interrupted when his sister entered in an angry rage and said something like "Hey asshole! You fucked up my laundry again!". I was not ready to be up and normally I would have kept my head buried in my sleeping bag but his sister was far more developed that the girls my age and my hormones always thought that she was worth a look.

I peeked and was instantly struck wide-eyed. There she was hovering over his bed wearing nothing but panties! Her beautiful boobs eight out in the open. She was shoving an apparently damaged bra in his face as she continued her tirade "How many times have I told you not to put my shit in the dryer? I can't even put this on anymore!" She was pulling at the covers to try to show him the damage while he did his best to stay under the blanket. He yelled back various things; it's too early, get out of my room, quit hitting me, I'll tell mom when she gets home from work, etc. But none of that worked. Eventually he said something about being embarassing in from of his friend. That's when she froze and looked straight at me on my mat on the floor beside his bed. She caught me with my neck craned high so I could see more of her body from her position on the other side of his bed so I had no hope of pretending I was not looking. After a moment of hesitation she pulled up her left arm to cover up and with the right hand she threw her bra at me and yelled something implying that we were perverts and gay and stormed out.

With her bra literally in my hands and a raging erection from her free-swinging boobs, I could not have felt less gay so it didn't bother me. I tried to revel in the moment longer by asking questions. Have you seen her boobs before? Wait, have to seen more than boobs?! Has she seen you?!?!

I was not a casual conversation and he had no interest in carrying it on so it was hard to push for a complete story on that day but based on what I could gather and a few stories since then it was clear that everyone that lived there; my friend, his mom, and his sister had seen each other naked recently but only under "normal" circumstances and it was nothing wierd. well it certainly would seem wierd to me if she were my sister, but as the friend it was awesome