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My life changed drastically and permanently two weeks ago, even though nothing significant happened. I was having a casual discussion with a friend, and I recalled the embarrassing time when my ex-girlfriend walked in on me jacking off in the bathroom. It was a bit unnerving at the time, of course, but barely anything to fret about. I recalled the time I accidentally saw my mom's naked breasts for a brief moment, and he told me about a time his dad walked in on him masturbating. We laughed at the unfortunate, but minor incidents, and out of the blue a memory just reappeared in my brain. There had been another incident of accidental exposure to my family I had just blocked out apparently until this moment for some reason. I reminisced the memory and recalled a day at my grandparent's house. I was a little drunk and making fun of something, but I couldn't remember exactly what it was. The part I remember absolutely happening was very vivid, however.I remember going into the bathroom with a Sharpie marker, taking my shirt off, and drawing some silly design to further my ridicule of whatever the issue at hand had been. I wish I knew what led to that decision, but it really doesn't matter that much. What matters is I was playfully attempting a somewhat absurd exhibit of writing on my chest to argue for my point or against theirs. It didn't work out as I anticipated, though. I walked out of the bathroom, grinning stupidly as I approached the dining room table where my mom, dad, grandma, aunt, and cousin sat chatting. As I got nearby, my mom half shrieked/half whispered my name in terror, and everyone immediately focused on me as I stood there confused.*"Turn around and cover up!" she whispered to me, her face red with anger and embarrassment.It took a moment for me to realize what was happening. I looked down and realized the issue. The lounge pants I was wearing had a fly with a button on them, and I wore them without underwear casino siteleri (http://www.eryom.com/bonus-veren-siteler/) regularly. They hadn't ever been even close to an issue, so the sight I saw completely shocked me. My flaccid penis wasn't just peeking out the fly. It was hanging out, completely exposed to five of my closest family members all within five feet of me. I knew, without a doubt, that everyone at the table had a good look at my dick for at least a couple of seconds before I turned and retreated to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror, wondering how I hadn't noticed or felt the problem. My dick hung down about four inches, and was nothing to be ashamed about, but this was not how it was supposed to work. I remember playing the situation off as no big deal, pretending it didn't happen, and miraculously, no one ever mentioned it to me and until this discussion with my friend I had blocked it from my recollection.After a few minutes, I discerned it had happened about four years ago, and for a while I convinced myself it was probably forgotten. That is until I went to my grandma's house three days ago to drop off a birthday card for her. I hadn't been by in over a year, and they were all excited to see me, especially my little cousin, Olivia, who lives there with my aunt and grandma and is doing her senior year of high school online. We all caught up for a few minutes, and I gave Liv a hard time about her new look. She had her hair dyed bright green, and was wearing a t-shirt cut at her belly button and loose-fitting black shorts. I jokingly asked her if the dryer shrunk her shirt and playfully made fun of her hair. It actually looked pretty decent on her. 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I sat on Liv's bed, careful to not be in view of the camera shot into her room.*They just worked on specialized stretching routines during distant practices and it was pretty uneventful until I noticed one of the girls on the screen holding her leg up above her head, wearing her school uniform, but only panties underneath. Her pussy lips were prominently showing their plump outline through her white panties. As I looked around the screen, I noticed a few other girls who hadn't been as careful about covering up for the practice from home. Olivia's camera feed was in the bottom corner, larger than the rest of the girls'. As she held the splits with steps holding her legs even further stretched apart, the black shorts were little more than a skirt clumsily wrapped around her waist. Her light purple panties were in full view. After a minute, Liv asked me to come over and adjust the stand holding her legs apart, so she could stretch even further than before.I gently grabbed her ankle and slowly lifted it and slid it onto the next higher platform. She leaned her torso back, wincing slightly as I did so. She briefly put her hand on her groin, seemingly in pain, then pulled it away, smiled at me, and told me the pain feels good once you get used to it. I inadvertently glanced down to her groin and noticed canlı casino (http://www.eryom.com/bonus-veren-siteler/) how much she was actually exposed. A good portion of her bald puffy vulva was showing, and her panties had begun to slide up her open gash, due to her legs being so far apart. It was at that moment the day I had tried to forget came flooding back to me. The day Liv had seen me exposed by accident. I felt my dick move in my pants and was filled with shame. I was checking out my eighteen-year-old first cousin, thinking about her seeing my dick, and somehow it was turning me on. I sat up to leave, but she pouted at me and said they were almost done.I reluctantly stayed put, adjusting myself inside my boxer briefs as they did their final stretches and turned off the cameras. She hobbled around gingerly, and I asked if she needed some ice or ibuprofen. She told me she had Ice pads in the freezer, so I went and grabbed them for her. My grandma and aunt were asleep, or at least almost so, on the couch. I walked back to Liv's room and she was sitting by the window, holding a rig to smoke wax weed concentrate. I raised my eyebrows and chuckled. At least the green hair made more sense now. She took a big rip and blew it out the window before reloading it and handing it to me. I wasn't about to be outdone by my kid cousin, so I took my hit in casually and blew a couple of rings at her face, which she tried to inhale unsuccessfully.*"That's not how it works," I told her."What do you mean?" she asked."That's not how you shotgun a hit," I said."Well, how do you do it then, professor?" She laughed and handed me the supplies.I loaded the dabber with the wax, heated the rig up with her torch, then told her when I tap her on the shoulder to open her mouth wide and inhale. She told me she was ready so I applied the dabber to the pipe and sucked the smoke into my mouth without inhaling. I tapped her on the shoulder, and she opened her mouth and I slowly blew out the smoke, which she unsuccessfully tried to inhale, allowing most of it to escape out the sides. I leaned closer to her and my puckered lips made contact with her wide open mouth, and she closed her lips around me as she drew in the last little bit of the hit.