Saw My Younger Brother Naked
--- By Becky Romero ---
I have two brothers: Bobby who is a year older than me and Matt who's almost 3 years younger.
One weekend back in the spring of 2004, Matt had come home after playing basketball with some friends. I was heading out with my friends Libby, Ashley and Libby's sister Michelle to go shopping. Libby, Ashley and I were 18 then, Michelle a year older than us. Matt was 15 at the time.
Just after we left, Matt went into one of the downstairs bathrooms to take a shower. We had barely gone a couple of blocks when Ashley realized she had forgotten her purse, so we turned around. Libby then said it was just as well, she needed to pee. Michelle and I decided to go inside as well and grab some bottled water.
Libby ran off into the guest bathroom while the rest of us headed into the kitchen. About a minute or so later, in walks Matt, naked as the day he was born, with his dirty clothes, walking towards the laundry room.
Matt (that's NOT him, btw, in the photo) yelped in embarrassment as the three of us stood there in shock staring at him. (Libby and Ashley had seen Matt bottomless before - they and two more of my girlfriends had ganged up on him and depantsed him once a couple years earlier, but I wasn't present at the time and hadn't seen him naked since he was around 5-years old or so.) As Matt dropped his clothes and turned to run out of the room, Libby walked in from the other direction and screamed in shock. Matt, in his haste, slipped and went down, yelling out in pain.
At first, Matt thought he had just twisted his ankle (turned out it was broken). I called the medics while Libby, who couldn't help but grin at my naked brother (who always had a really bad crush on her), took her time fetching him the smallest towel she could find. Ashley and Michelle were concerned, of course, but didn't mind making Matt feel embarrassed with their grins and hovering over him. I knew my brother was already embarrassed enough without me added to the stares, so I went outside to wait for the medics.
The two medics arrived in about ten minutes, one guy and one woman, both in the mid or late twenties. The female medic tried to suppress her grins, not too successfully, as they did the usual workup on Matt, taking his vitals, etc. They strongly suggested taking Matt in the ambulance and the female medic, Libby and Michelle helped my brother put on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. The medics took him out to the ambulance as I went upstairs to get him some clothes for later and we followed the ambulance in Ashley's car.
At the hospital emergency room, a nurse eventually came out to tell us they had put a cast on my brother's ankle. We asked if we could see him and couldn't help but laugh when she said yes, but maybe not all at once since he only had a pair of boxers and t-shirt on and he might feel embarrassed with us seeing him in his underwear. We filled her in on what happened and, after laughing for a bit, sent us all on in. My friends of course couldn't resist hovering over Matt, voicing their concerns for his welfare and stroking his shoulders and arms, giving him hugs and kisses on the cheek, Ashley in particular, as he lay there on the bed. I caught him staring down Ashley's loose top at her ample cleavage and it didn't take too long before Matt's boxers produced a little tent (yes, I said 'little'). Just then a nurse walked over and asked us to step out, that she was going to help Matt get dressed into the clothes I had brought.
The embarrassment wasn't over for Matt because with that cast on, he had a difficult time keeping himself clean. He tried washing himself at the sink, but after a week he was becoming obvious he really need a good bath. My older brother was away at college and he was too embarrassed to ask our mom for help, despite her offers.
One night, anxious to go out with some friends and embarrassed that he smelled, he finally worked up the courage to ask me to help him sit down into the bathtub. He turned a dozen shades of red just asking me, shades that got even more red when I helped him. He kept his boxers on until I left the room. Of course, once he was down bathing he couldn't help himself up though and thus couldn't avoid me seeing him naked again when I helped him out of the tub.
About a week later, he was heading out again with some friends and asked for my help again. Since Libby was over our house, I couldn't resist ribbing him in front of Libby how embarrassed he was, that Matt even insisted on keeping his boxes on as he got into the tub even knowing he wouldn't have them on when he'd need my help standing up out of it.
I teased him: ''So, what would you prefer, Matt? Me helping give you a bath or Libby giving you a bath?''
He responded, ''How about me giving Libby a bath?'' just as Libby walked back into the kitchen. She wouldn't let him forget that remark.
Although he was still embarrassed about having me help him into the tub, I still helped him after that while he had the cast on. On Mother's Day, though, we were all going out and my older brother and his fiancé, Kris, were coming to the house. Matt, as usual, was insisting on keeping his boxers on while I'd help him into the tub. I guess I was a little inconsiderate that day, and insisted that, no, he should take them off ''now'' while he was standing, that it wasn't any bid deal (pun not intended - although it could be as such - lol).
After some hemming and hawing, Matt finally did so, complaining that he just didn't want me to see him get an ''accidental'' erection and that he sure wished he could ask another girl to him bathe rather than me, his sister.
Of course, I understood his embarrassment: his older teenage sister seeing him naked. So, when he called out from behind the bathroom door that he was down bathing and needed help out of the tub, why not, I figured, grant him that desire?
Yes, that's right. I sent Kris on in. lol
Within a couple of seconds, Matt was screaming, ''What the ****, Becky?!''
I then walked in and calmly reminded Matt that he had just said that he wished it there was another girl that could help him out of the tub instead of me and that since Kris just happened to be here.. ''This way, you don't have to be as embarrassed if you 'accidentally' get hard.''
After grinning at him and leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek, (our now sister-in-law) Kris reassured Matt, ''Don't worry, I'm leaving the room.''
I then helped Matt out of the tub, but couldn't resist granting his 'wish' one more time.
A few days before he got his cast off, he needed help to get in the tub again. This time, with Libby over, I sent her into the bathroom when he called out he was ready for me to come in. He again yelled out in embarrassment but this time, I peeked my head in the doorway and said, "Not this time, Matt. Libby's going to help you since you're so worried about getting hard in front of me.''
Of course, after some small talk that included Libby teasing my brother about the crush he always had on her, she insisted on pulling off his boxers. But poor Matt. He not only got hard but Libby momentarily left the bathroom for a few minutes with a wide grin on her face. (Matt has a certain self-control problem when he gets hard.)
Then she went back in, insisting that Matt stand in the tub with the foot with the cast on it out while she gave him a sponge bath. I peeked in a few seconds to see Matt standing there, one hand on the safety rail and the other holding a crutch to help steady himself, blushing with another full erection as Libby washed him and shampooed his hair. Finally, I figured what the hell - and walked on in and Libby and I both helped him step over the side of the tub and I just stood there averting my eyes occasionally while Libby toweled him off.
Despite his embarrassment, Matt had lamented to Libby, ''Why couldn't (her boyfriend) have met Becky instead of you.''
But Matt finally got over his crush on Libby and is now dating (and living with) my friend Ashley's younger sister. But he still gets red-faced anytime any of us remind him of his broken ankle back in 2004.