My Brother and I were Naked Together in the Bathroom
My family had never been up-tight about nudity. We didn’t really undress together or anything like that, but walking around in out underwear, to be honest, was normal. And I had a tank-top that I slept in, and my 36C breasts were not 100% covered. When I leaned over, my breasts were visible.
The first time we really undressed together was our beach cottage. We were both near the end of high school, but I don’t remember the exact age. Two bedrooms, one hall, one kitchen, one bathroom. Mom was taking a long shower, and we wanted to go to the beach. I was wearing panties and a tank top, my brother his briefs.
I said I didn’t want to wait, removed my clothes, and walked over to my brother, and pulled down his underwear. We were both virgins, so it was a bit of a shock. He started looking at my vagina, and got a pretty quick erection, but it quickly went away. Of course, I was checking out his penis, and was happy to see what an erection looked like. I told him to put on the bathing suit, and we went to the beach. We returned, and undressed together, no erection. I was a little disappointed, but figured he really should not be getting an erection with his sister. We continued to change together during the summer trips. He would get semi-erections at times, but we never thought of having sex.
OK, after college, when we both were in our mid 20s, we wound up sharing an apartment. Long story, but too much for here. It was rundown, with two bedrooms. The bedroom doors didn’t latch, and the bathroom door barely stayed shut. We still wore underwear around the house, and I loved the tank-top. Every morning, I got up at 600 and showered. He got up at 630 after my shower, and took a shower. Then dressing, and makeup in the bathroom after he was done.
One day, I looked at the clock, 635. I had forgotten to set the alarm! To tell you the truth, it was only because I needed to pee so bad that I got up. But, my brother was in the shower. I couldn’t wait. I went into the bathroom, wearing only a T-shirt and panties, removed my panties, and peed. Long pee. It was a small bathroom, I could see my naked brother through the shower door. And, my vagina was exposed.
Now, I was going to be late for work, and he was covered with soap. So, I removed my tank-top, and jumped into the shower. Not to shower with him, but just to wet my hair so I could wash it. It was dirty, a little greasy, you know. To be honest, I never thought about the fact that I was jumping into the shower naked with my naked brother. As I put my head under the water, I noticed that my breasts were pressed against his chest, and my crotch was pressed against his penis. Completely by accident. I saw he had no erection. Good. I apologized, and he said no problem. Said he would return the favor, whatever that meant. OK, so now it is no big thing to be naked with my brother, and neither of us wanted sex, so it is OK. Life was a lot easier. We slept later, and I showered first, got out as he was getting in, and could dry off and put on my makeup.
About a month later, we were taking showers together, but it is not what you think…A month later, I was in a car accident. Nothing serious. but I clenched my fists when I saw I was going to be hit. And the impact caused all my fingers to be swollen. My brother picked me up at the hospital. I was dirty from the accident and ambulance ride, and wanted a shower. I got into the house and went into the bathroom to get undressed. I couldn’t open the buttons with my swollen hands. So, I asked my brother to open the buttons. He removed my shirt for me. It was torn a little from the accident, so out it went. I liked that shirt. Too bad. Anyway, I couldn’t open my bra, which unbuttoned in the front. OK, so he took it off. Pants could not be unbuttoned, so he did that. I sort of got my panties off, but he needed to finish. So, he turns on the water, but I could not hold the soap. He strips to his underwear, but I tell him he can’t wear underwear in the shower. So, he has to wash me. Kind of weird. And he didn’t deliberately touch my breasts or vagina, but they are there, and he was washing me. He got a semi-erection, but he will not admit it. After the shower, he dried me off. No way to avoid my breasts and vagina, and the erection was noticeable (not 100% hard, but there). I don’t know if he noticed. So, he then dressed me in panties and the T, and he got dressed. For the next week and a half, he had to dress and undress me. He sometimes got those same sort of erections, but we never had sex or anything. After a few days, no erection, even when he was washing my breasts and vagina. I never wanted to have sex with him, but I missed seeing those little erections.
Then, back to normal. A few years later, we are both married, and the nude beach story he told about took place. But now you know the rest of the story. Except how I met my husband. Stuck in an elevator for hours. But that will have to wait for another day, my kid is crying.