Brotherly Love

I wake up to the ringing of my alarm clock. I groggily slam my palm down on it, silencing the ringing. Outside, a truck rolls by blasting a recording of the Duce’s most recent speech on large custom built speakers. I reluctantly pull off my sheets and sit up in bed. I take in a deep breath, hold it, then let it out, trying to gather myself. I put on my slippers by the side of my bed and walked over to my bedroom window, swinging it open nice and wide. I take in a deep breath of the fresh morning air as the whole street slowly stirs to life.I check the calendar on my bedroom door. September 7th, 1936, one day after my 24th birthday. The party last night had been quite the affair, with all my friends and extended family present. I suspect most of them are still sleeping off the hangover. I take a seat at my vanity and briefly admire myself in the mirror.

Shoulder length, wavy, black hair. Pretty hazel eyes. I hum a patriotic song to myself as I style my hair and put on my makeup. I’m sure to put on extra blush and a nice red shade of lipstick. Since it’s a Monday and my birthday was yesterday, I suspect I’ll be getting quite a bit of attention at work. Not that I mind, as the women in my family pointed out at great length yesterday, I should really start trying to find a man to settle down with. Though it’s not exactly like I haven’t been trying. It’s just a bit hard to find a handsome young Italian man who appreciates an educated woman with a job of her own these days.

Hair and makeup done, I slip my nightgown off over my head and toss it onto the bed. I admire my naked body in the mirror. My slender body has a bit of a curve around the hips. My b-cup breasts are a plump and perfect handful, topped off with pointy little peaks and light areolas the size of a small coin. A curly black bush lies between my legs, with a set of delicate virgin folds in between. I turn around, looking over my shoulder at the mirror. I give my tight little ass a nice wiggle. And I admire my slender, curving back. A shiver runs down my spine as I think back to the time Giacomo ran his hand up the cure of the small of my back. He was such a tease! Though I wasn’t much better, the most I gave him was a kiss on the lips and a handjob. That was the most I ever gave any boy for that matter.

I started getting dressed as my head swirled with thoughts of romance. First I slipped a pair of black panties up around my waist (author’s note: “panties during this time were basically modern panties with an attached skirt. Basically a bikini bottom skirt). Then I put on a matching black bra, pulling up my breasts to get a more comfortable fit and accentuate my cleavage. Then I put on a black garter-belt. I fell a bit bad for less slender girls who have to use bulky garters.