When they climbed out of the tub, they started to towel off the wetness, but soon resorted to drying each other. “Oooooooooo, easy on the nuts, there. ” He had crouched in a lewd bow-legged posture to give her good venue to dry his man parts. She tittered and noticed his dick was again exhibiting some appreciative swell. But she was especially fascinated with the pliability of his nut sack. “A girl has to learn she has to go easy on her guy’s nuts.”

She prattled on with many questions. Many he could not answer. “I think in hygiene and sex ed we were told why one nut, . . . er testicle hangs lower than the other. But I’ve forgetten why. Are both of them exactly the same size?” Another was “do guys have any self control over how their penises start to get erect, or none at all”?

As Stuie was helping his sister dry her dark brown near shoulder length hair, he noticed it had nearly the same lustrous fine strand quality he remembered when she wasn’t much more than a baby. “What a nice preservation”, he thought and feelings of tender protectiveness flooded his sentiments.

Julie was slowly brimming with one of her pixie smiles and he was waiting for her to blurt out her next question. Speaking up over the din of the noisy hair dryer, “do you remember when I first finally got to see you naked”? So a conversation started about a past that may have potended their new found intimacy.
They soon moved on to the sofa in the parlor, punctuated by a break to prepare cold drinks which they retrieved back to the parlor. Clothing themselves at the time so soon after their shower seemed totally unnecessary. It was as if the two had become most at ease in birthday-suited relaxation.

In answer to another leading question, Stuie rolled back his eyes when considering the past annoyance of living in close quarters with two females and the unremitting obligation to be reservedly covered in one or two items of clothing for the sake of an innocent younger sister. Just underpants was undignified. For her own sake, their mother didn’t care. For years he had complained to her that he couldn’t get a good night’s sleep if he wore anything in bed. He frequently let her in to his little inner sanctum to discuss details of the day’s business she may have forgotten during dinner. If he wanted to hang about the privacy of his tiny bedroom without a stich on, that was his business, but it was to be off limits to Julie. He knew her interest in him was just matronly, but it was especially when she could catch sight of his naked form, she was proud to have a son who took such good care of himself. He should be a good catch for a smart girl who values a caring handsome man and a good prospect for an affectionate father. If only her two husbands had been that way.

“Yeah, it was about this time last year. I was just so pissed off to have to put on a pair of jeans or shorts on hot nights, just to stomp down the hall to the bathroom so I could pee. That stupid robe Mom got me years ago was too small and falling apart. The whole ritual was so fucking stupid. You were my sister for christ’s sake and you had to be old enough to handle it – all those years earlier and all those discussions about the difference between boys and girls. It was ridiculous to think I had anything to hide from you. Anyway, you didn’t see me that way until a few nights later.”

“I woke up hearing you peeing into the toilet the way I do sometimes and realized I had to pee myself. Waiting for you to come out, instead you opened the door and stuck your head out.”

“And there you were in one of your big tee shirts looking directly at me. My plan was to grab one of the big bath towels and wrap it around my waist if you or Mom happened to be there before I stepped out into the hall. But when I saw you obviously waiting to use the toilet, I decided fuck it, as long as I make my home in this little house she is going to see me this way eventually, anyway.”

Julie was giggling in gleeful amusement now. “And so you stepped out into the hall just your bare assed natural self and started down back to your room saying something like ‘surprise, now there isn’t anything else about me you need wonder about.'”

“Something like that.”

“And I said, ‘No big deal, Stuie. There is nothing you have needed to hide from me. I don’t see anything special.'”

“And then I turned around and, let me see, . . . I said,’before long, you will see plenty of other boys just the way you see me now.”

Julie was laughing out loud now. “And then I just pulled up my tee shirt up over my head and flashed you, then stuck my tongue out at you. I closed the bathroom door and that was the end of it.”

“You did a lot of flashing later. But I was proud of my kid sister. I thought you handled it really nicely. That was it. There was going to be no more false modesty.”

Julie spoke up in a knowing smile. “I’ll say. I knew when you wanted an audience of one. You would pee into the water instead of the side of the porcelain. Then you would run the water full blast for a long time to wash your hands. ”

“What did you think of your brother in this new kind of behavior.”

“Not much, really. You careen in the hall to and from the bathroom, usually your hair mussed up, all hunched over and squinting. You are like a pathetic homeless man who someone kicked sand in your face and then stole all your clothes.”

Stuie threw his head back and let loose one of his mirthful laughs.

“Even when you come out of the bathroom after your shower on days when we are here alone, you’re drying your messy hair and you look like you still have soap in your eyes.”

“OH whoao, there Julie. Give us guys a break. None of us is an Adonis when we come in and out of the bathroom.”

The younger sister leaned forward to kiss her brother on the cheek and then a peck on the lips. “You were today, bro. The night I first saw you that way it was more like, ‘Ha! Ha! I finally get to see his dick and his bare ass cheeks. Ha! Ha! He finally gives in and gives up trying to cover up.’ It seems kind of lame to me now, but I felt like I had won something from you. Like I had one-uped you with a ‘Gotchya!’ But one early morning last year, we had a whispering talk about that creepy migrant and we were trying to think about the best way Mom could handle him.”

“I remember that.”

“You were tired as usual, but you listened carefully to what I had to say while you leaned on one side against the wall of the hall with your big old arms crossed in your usual bare assed self at night, but. . . . Whats that word?, . Repose! You were in repose. You were totally relaxed and at ease. You were funny because you were leaning, but your dick was pointing straight down. It was funny but It was nice. I thought ‘this is a nice place to be with my brother. If it takes him to be buck naked to be this laid back when we talk and try to sort things out, then I would be happy if he never wore clothes at all.'”
Stuie smiled but was wistful all the same. “Wow, sis, I think I am getting some insights about when some people speak of ‘quality naked time’. Maybe it is only when we get used to being nude together, that family and friends who love each other feel truly invulnerable. They are safe with each other.” The sparkle came back to his eyes. “If we didn’t have to help Mom out, we could join a nudist colony.”
She giggled. “So speaks the dude who would run off to skinny dip with others at the quarry swimming hole. I don’t think I am ready for that, yet. I am happy that we love each other nude on our own.” She suddenly assumed a knowing expression, like she just had an inspiration.

“What is it, Julie?”

“Umm, I remember now that I spied on you naked once way back when I was 7 or 8, and you were 14 or 15. It was one of those summers you would sneak out and run off at night with migrants. I knew you were going but it was only a couple of years ago that Mom told me what you were up to. One night, I was real quiet not to wake up Mom, and I saw the door of your room was open a crack anyway. I stood in the hall outside your room and waited for you to sneak back in. Sure enough, it must have been about 1:00 AM and you climbed through the window of your room. I was amazed but also very happy to see you were not wearing any clothes. You remember how I used to want to get the bath towel pulled down from your waist.”

“Something I will never forget.”

“Well it was a dark night and I really was not able to see very much. Very briefly I did get to see sort of ahhh, . . . a silhouette of your penis from some light from outside the window and watch for a split second as it would bounce around from the movement of you having to double up to get yourself into the room through the window.” The naked teen threw her head back in joyous high pitched laughter, so much so that even her developing boobs shook with the merriment. “Well I thought that was just an awesome little adventure. I was careful to tiptoe back up to the hall to my room before you caught me. I had trouble falling asleep that night thinking about what I had finally seen of you. But it was not real clear and of course it only increased my curiosity to get an even closer look.”

“Awesome, sis. First, you understand now that it was not really any big deal to me, even back then. I thought you were going to learn about boys and men anyway, so you should be able to look at me bare, because I am in your family.”

“I know Stuie, it was Mom who would not let me. . . satisfy my curiosity.”

“That and I was afraid you might say something to somebody simple minded and nasty minded at your school who would get the wrong idea and get us all in trouble.

“People can be so gross.”

“But years later, when you were finally able to get a good look at my penis, what did you think?”

“You mean before yesterday?”

“Yes”.

Well, I don’t know, I guess it was cool for me that I could finally see it hang loose. I could learn some personal things about you that was cool and seemed nice. Finally what they call boy’s privates would not be quite so private to me where my big hunky brother was concerned. I could see you have balls that I guess are the right size that are probably low hangers, but not too low. Your dick, er penis is not small, it’s cut as Mom told me a couple of years ago, and looks nice and uh . . . . liberated when it wobbles and bounces when you walk and step about. You look comfortable when you are able to let it all hang out.” She paused to giggle. “No wonder boys get crazy when they are allowed to get nekkid. Oh, and you seem to have a full growth of guy bush, as I especially learned just now in the shower. It must seem sexy to your girlfriends or otherwise you would have trimmed it, or even shaved it off the way some of the men in my girlfriends’ porno pics have. I don’t know, I felt like you are not so much better, . . . in a distant sort of way above me, now that I knew these personal things about you.”

“Julie, I would of torn all my clothes off and exhibited myself to you in some sort of crazy dance years ago if I thought it would give you the confidence that you are more my equal.”

“Oh I know that now, bro.” She stopped being able to look at him directly in the eye and wore that pert but shy smile.

“What is it, sis?”

“Well its like with all the girls, I guess. It is one thing to be able to check out a boy naked, and that is rare for the friends I have, at least, but. . . . “

“But to see a boy who has gotten hard”.

Even now, Julie smirked and blushed with some embarrassment. “That’s what really counts. You imagine what he must look like when it becomes a cock. My friends when they see an older boy being affectionate with a girlfriend they look for that weiner bulge in his pants. I couldn’t help myself wondering what your dick looked like when it became a cock. Would it get bigger or even a lot bigger. That and. . . “

“What is it like when a boy jerks off?”

“A couple of years ago, all my friends thought that was really gross. Boys are pigs because almost all of them do it. Now some of them think it’s funny but cool, especially if they want boys to think about them when they do it. As soon as I was able, when I thought about your cock or you doing it, I would, you know, get myself off. If I ever see a boy turn his head in my direction or talk to me nice like he might be interested, I would think maybe he jacks off and after I get home I get myself off.

“But yesterday, you sexy bastard, I learned the rest of what I needed to know about you that is real personal, and I have been ssoooo not disappointed.” She leaned to rest her head against her brother’s shoulder and affectionately brushed her small hand down his warm and toned pecs and abs, past his navel to brush her fingers through the soft hairs of his dense pubes.

“We will have time for that later. Mom didn’t catch me out in the hall until about a week before I went back for the fall semester last year. “

“You told me about that.”

“I refused to allow her to frame the cicumstance as a bust. I was not doing anything wrong. She told me I was thoughtless and it was out of the question that you might see me that way. I reminded her that she had seen me this way for years and I had not been a little boy for a long time. She said I am your mother but Julie is an impressionable young girl with a brother who should set an example for dignified modesty.
‘Oh Mom, let her teachers at school set an example for dignified modesty. We live in close quarters and I set no good example by closing myself off in rooms like I have something to hide. She is old enough to be far from ignorant about the anatomy of boys and men. She is beyond impressionable where we are concerned. We are family and I love her. Preventing us this sort of innocent familiarity is silly and pointless.’

Then she accused me of already having ‘exposed’ myself to you.”

Julie snickered then.

“I said that I didn’t have anything to expose to you that could be considered disturbing or distressing to a nearly thirteen year old girl from a male in her family she has known all her life. I didn’t entirely deny her accusation. She responded in a huff about how we don’t respect the rules of her house.

I said but in circumstances at least partly beyond our control, we are in her house. I do not disrespect her by challenging some rules that I think work against our ability to work together in peace for a happy home.
Then I said I sensed some feeling of rivalry by you as you are getting older and I wanted to avoid that. By being so familiar as to be undressed in your presence, you can see I am vulnerable and not really intending to compete with you in any way.”

Julie interrupted. “You mean, you sort of wanted me to think I had you at some advantage.”

“Julie, sweetie, I have loved you and loved the way we were pals and you would come up to me to talk about anything. I would do just about anything to keep it that way. But back to Mom. She didn’t let me finish my sentence. She said I should put all my smart college learning to practical use. I said considering the best that I could do to keep a happy and relaxed household is being practical. She turned her back on me and said no one would stand by me if she ever got complaints from Julie about my conduct. Then, I knew as you just put it, that I definitely had given you an advantage over me. I was a little panicked yesterday, because it occurred to me you might tell Mom.”

Julie shook her head from side-to-side in serious negation. “Even if I ever hated you, I could never tell Mom I saw you do anything that is ssooo none of her business and doesn’t do anyone else any harm.”

“That’s sweet to know, sis. But that wasn’t the only incident about Mom, was it. She thought she could cow you into being ashamed.”

“At first she thought we were doing just what we did this morning. She thought we might be in the shower together.”

“That was 2 days before I went back to campus. We were all going to town because you were behind in the physicals the school requires. Plus Mom’s insurance covered the cost of my required physical to continue on the wrestling team by Dr. Perry and the claims adjustors would have charged her a big co-pay if I had it done at school. We were running behind and might be late for our 8: 00 appointment.”

“Fortunately you hadn’t locked the door and I was able to walk into the bathroom when you were in the shower so I could put on just a little make up.”

“Did you want to bat your eye lids at creepy old Dr. Perry?”

“I told you why. I didn’t want him to see my tired eyes. But also that cute medical student who sometimes works as his PA might be there.”

“But he wasn’t there. It was that old battle axe, Gerta Hepplenudge, instead. Fortunately, I wore my short running shorts without a fly for undies.

“Were you afraid she was going to see your dick?”

“I am always scared to death she is going to be hanging around when all the most personal stuff happens. Believe me she doesn’t leave the examining room until the last second before I am told to drop my undies. But oohhhh, last year I made the mistake of telling the nosy doctor that I had become sexually active. He said Mom’s insurance required him to ask that question now. “

“Uhhh oh! Poor bro’ got the down and dirty once over.”

Stuie blushed a little and smiled as he recollected feelings of mortification and embarrassment. “First old Gertie was in the room when he asked that question and I swear she shot me a dirty look when I answered in the affirmative. After she left the room and the undies were down and off, I knew I was in trouble when he opened a jar of what looked like lube and he changed the latex golves he was wearing. He made me climb on to an examining table as naked as I am now and told me not to worry if I became stimulated and aroused by the next activity in the examination, that it is perfectly normal for a healthy young man my age and there is no shame in it. “

There was a note of sympathy in the chuckle and titters of a young girl who was just being introduced to intense physical intimacies. “Did your dick get hard?”

“No, but I was freaking out scared that it would. I mean he turned these warm lights on me and even the lube I could tell was warm. He pulled a wide panel from the side of the table out near my feet and reached for this pillow like pad to place in it. He asked to move the end of my leg that was closest on to it I guess to spread my legs so he could get at my package easier.” Stuie blushed in earnestness now. “I mean he picked up my penis and looked it all over, underneath, everywhere. He pinched it at the end to spread open the pee hole, and at places along the shaft, and tugged at it.

While he was doing these things he asked every question about private functions. Had I ever been treated for VD or sexual dysfunction? Have I ever experienced erectile dysfunction for an extended period of time, especially when attempting to partcipate in sexual actvity? Have I ever noticed extended nights of sleep when I would incur infrequent or no nocturnal erections? Do I know of a partner in sexual activity who has ever been treated for VD, genital disorders, medical problems related to the organs and functions of either female or male reproduction? Do I ever penetrate a partner vaginally without using a condom? Does my sexual activity ever involve penetration of my anus? Do I ever penetrate my sexual partner’s anus with my penis, with or without being covered by a condom? Does it ever hurt during or just after I urinate? Have I ever noticed a peculiar color in my urine aside from the usual yellow? Have I ever noticed a peculiar odor in urine that is not usual? Do I go through times where I have to urinate more often than usual aside from ingesting alcohol? Is my comfortable urine flow ever inhibited? Do I ever feel pain on or in my penis during, just before, or just after sexual ejaculation? Do I ever feel peculiar sensations or pains in my testicles, crotch or my rectum during sexual activity, especially at the point of ejaculation? When I ejaculate, do I ever notice my semen is being discharged in any unusual colors or peculiar odor that is not normal? Do I frequently experience the sensation of ejaculation but fail to discharge any semen? During sexual arousal or actvity besides, do I ever discharge fluids that seem unfamiliar or not normal? Do I ever discharge sexual fluids from my penis when not aroused including as best as I can determine, in my sleep? Do I ever discharge any fluids from my penis aside from urine and the usual sexually related fluids, which are not familiar to me?

On to the anatomical stuff. Have I ever experienced on my penis, scrotum, crotch or close to my anus any sores, bumps, warts, or other marks, slight contusions, whether painful, itching, or without feeling? Have I ever noticed any bumps, swellings, or growths on my scrotum, whether seemingly on the surface or associated with my testicles?”

The tone of amused embarrassment was not over in Stuie’s voice yet. “I mean that old school son of a bitch checked everything. At college the doctors ask some of the same questions. But this guy’s penchant for thoroughness was almost perverted. He used one of those tongue suppressors to lift my nuts and check the back side of my sac. And he felt them up good, not pressing them hard mind you, but to check out how they moved in the sac. They were actually a little sore from all that fingering when it was done. And then he asked me to lift my leg so he could check out my crotch with his pen light and use his other hand to finger it.”

“Ewwww, that is embarrassing.”

“He didn’t finger my bung hole right then, but I know he checked it out. Of course when he told me to climb off the table, the part of the exam I think even gay guys hate was yet to be. On his command, I bent over to rest my front on the table and spread ’em a little. I could tell he first spread open my cheeks with one hand to get a good look at my pucker before he poked his finger through. Now I have never known a doctor to do that. Sure enough, when he had his finger up my butt he had coated with hot lube, he really pressed it hard all around. Much worse and much longer than ever before. I mean ouch!”

“My poor Stuie, no wonder you were so quiet driving the truck back home. I remember you told Mom you wanted to go out for a walk and get a cup of coffee when you came back out in the waiting room.” Julie reached around to stroke the back of the head of her brother fondly to soothe his distress in recollection.

“And its a good thing too, because I couldn’t be sure I wasn’t going to slam a fist through a wall or into old Gerta’s face. When he finally told me I could start to put some clothes back on, I thought I had just been subjected to the worst morning of my life. Mom talks about ‘modesty’ and ‘dignified’. If she only knew how our ‘family’ doc abuses his authority to give her defenseless naked son the third degree and then poke and prod everywhere that is usually covered in pants or where the sun don’t shine. Of course, I suppose some of the blame should go to the crummy insurance company. I hope he didn’t get his clammy hands too much on you sis.”

“Oh bro, it was a close call, but nothing nearly so bad. Of course, I was not happy and thought it was pretty disgusting at the time. He told me that he could tell my boobies would be popping out any time and asked me if I felt any painful swelling on the skin on my chest or on my nipples. He told me to tell Mom if I ever did. He asked me if I had had my period yet. Well thank God I hadn’t. Otherwise, he said he would have given me a little ‘gynecological’ inspection. Nothing to be embarrassed about, he said. Oh gross! I saw Gertie start to get out stirrups for the examining table until she realized he wasn’t going to go there and she put them away. He would have had me take off my panties.”

It was her brother who was shaking his head back and forth with emphasis, now.

“I would have been buck naked on that table with some sort of oversized napkin that heavy handed Gertie would spread over me. My bare legs and feet would have been up and spread wide open with the two of them looking carefully down into my hootchie. He would practically have raped me with those mean metal instruments. Ewwwwwwww!!”

“If I ever found out he ever did that to you, sis. I would yell at Mom never to bring you back there and slap her silly until she agreed never to bring you back again.”

“Well at the time I would have been far too embarrassed to have ever told you.”

“Well we should promise each other to inform the other if one of us is ever being hurt by someone, no matter what is happening.”

“Deal! But anyway, he kept going out and have Mom come into the examining room to talk about one thing or another. And then she would be back in the waiting room. He told us to make an appointment as soon as I had my period, or make an appointment with a nearby o.b. g-y-n who would probably be accepted by her insurance. When my period happened about 8 months ago, I talked Mom into making the appointment with the g-y-n. Good move! She is a really nice lady who was happy to talk to me about boys and my girlfriends and things, just the way we are now. I told her Dr. Perry was nice when I was little, but I didn’t like him anymore.”

“Good! Good! Good! That makes me feel better, Julie.” They hugged once more.

“When I was in the shower we laughed about what Doc Perry would say to us and make us do, but little did I know what was in store.”

“Turn your head and cough!”

“Haaa ha! Take everything off but your panties.”

“Do you remember what I said when I barged in on you in the bathroom?”

“Yeah! ‘You had better not be jerking off, because Dr. Perry may need a fresh semen sample after you get there.'” Stuie laughed and let out a jocular cat call. “And I said, ‘and what do you know about semen?'”

“Then I said, ‘he will want to know if you can make any babies.’

Then you said, ‘well if he needs any samples of that, I will tell him to go out into the waiting room to get my sister to help me provide it.’

Then I said, ‘what would Mom think if Dr. Perry came out to the waiting room and said something like,
‘Excuse me please, but we need young Julie here to come back to one of our closets near the examining room and assist Stuart in being able to provide me wth a suitable semen sample.””

They both nearly doubled over with laughter. Stuie struggled over the comedy of the moment to articulate his next observation. “The crazy irony is that if that were to happen starting today, it would actually work out quite well. He would get a big cup full, more than enough by at least 10 times.”

Julie’s laughter subsided some and she looked wistfully about the room. “Yes Stuie, its got to be hormones or something, but I really think I am falling in love with your beautiful cock. And the rest of you is pretty gorgeous, I’m learning both on the inside and the out, but I don’t think I told you everything about what happened when Mom confronted me about us being together in the bathroom that morning.”

“You said she really came down hard on you. Oh, and I thought you were gorgeous both inside and out as far back as when you were a baby”

“But we really got into it. It was the Sunday afternoon after you had started back to your campus. I wasn’t going to admit to her that I had anything to be ashamed of. I told her about the makeup and covering over my tired looking eyes and all. She said that was ridiculous; who did I think I was that I could fool Dr. Perry. We went on about the stupid vanity she bought for my room when I was 9. I told her the mirror lights hadn’t worked right for well over a year. The bathroom was the only place that had bright enough lights for makeup. ‘Besides,’ I said, ‘you replaced that old plastic shower curtain a long time ago with this underwater sea design curtain that no one can see through at all, anyway. It wasn’t as if he turned off the the faucets and stepped out of the tub with me in there. . . But even if he had, so what? He’s my big brother and I love him. He doesn’t have anything I shouldn’t see or be upset about. He is who he is and I ought to accept that right down to the skin. You don’t have any problem doing that for youself.’

‘Julie, that’s different. I gave birth to the boy. But you are becoming a young lady who should aspire to civil conduct by observing proprieties and rights of privacy.’

‘Mom I would have been civil if he asked me to leave because he wanted privacy until he finished his shower. But that’s not what happened. Look, do you remember 2 years ago when Stuie dislocated and sprained his shoulder?’

‘Yes of course.’

‘You would take off all his clothes right in the parlor and put clean ones on him you had laid out for him. You would help him in and out of the tub, wash him some, and dry him off before dressing him in clean clothes in the parlor or kitchen. ‘

‘Julie now you know that is different. First, you know his bedroom is too small for anyone to assist him with any help. I told you I am his mother and the boy needed me.’

I started to get really steamed , now. ‘And I am his sister. How civil was it that I was made to hide away in my room half the time, like I was in the way? I should have been able to help you. This was the boy who helped bring me up. Suppose you weren’t here? How uncivil would it have been if his sister was the only one around to do the things you did for Stuie?’ Thinking back, I was a little jealous of her.

‘Julie that is over the top. Things are not that dire.’

‘Oh really? Do you think people live by what you think is decent and civil. Beth Ann McCrothers told some of us what her grandmother had said about what it was like to live growing up with coal miners. When the men were at work in the mines, the women and girls in the families would have to move the metal tubs in the kitchen. They would have to have plenty of hot water on hand to pour into the tubs when they got home. When the miners got home, husbands, fathers, sons, grandsons and brothers, to move things along the women and girls would help them out of all their clothes – naked as jay birds. Because they might be exhausted, they had to be there to make sure the men did not trip or fall when stepping into the tubs. They had to help wash the soot and dust off them and then help them out of the tubs when they were clean. Mothers, wives, grandmothers, sisters, even the little girls would be there to help at bath time. People would drop by, men, women, kids, for a visit and maybe even help out. There would be the men in their birthday suits either in the tubs or out and drying off. No one thought that was uncivil or indecent. It was all part of living, loving one another, and getting by.’

‘Julie, honestly, that has almost nothing to do with anything. We do not live in Kentucky or West Virginia.’

‘But we live in about as small a house as they did.’

Poor Mom glared back at me. ‘Young lady, I’ve done my best to provide you and your brother with a proper home.’

‘So let’s live in a way that we can be happy and no one feels hidden away.’

‘That sounds just like the sort of thing your brother with his loose college scruples would say. Alright, have it your way. But don’t you dare go about telling anyone else about the lax standards in this household.’

‘Of course not.. It is no one else’s business but ours.'”

But that fall at school the young teen did casually tell selective friends that she now had opportunity to see her college star athlete brother nude. She knew that raised her a little in their estimation ~ gave her a little more ‘cred’ in the society of girls coming of age.

The naked siblings hugged once again. “Wow, sis. That is quite a story. I really liked that anecdote about the coal miners and your perspective on it. I am glad you have friends who inform you of some authentic Americana instead of the shallow bullshit on TV. Poor Mom. We have to be very careful and discreet now that we seem to need to share physical intimacy. There is no way in hell and back again that she can find out what has happened to us.”

“No way is anyone ever going to find out about us and how much I crave your hot cock and . . . . I can’t believe we are sitting buck naked here in this parlor that Mom always wants so neat and tidy and talking about all these amazing things.”

“Yes, sweet sis, we lead a charmed life. Things don’t seem quite so boring when we try to make living an adventure. But we still have all our assignments left to fulfill long before Mom gets home. We need to get dressed, prepare a quick lunch, clean the kitchen, and get on with it. He kissed her on the cheek.”

“Why the part about getting dressed? It is a warm day and we are just here by ourselves.”

That observation caught the college student off guard and he really had to ponder it carefully, because on first thought it seemed so eminently reasonable. “Well because we are so attracted to different features of our nudity that we would be distracted from our intentions and focus that we require.”

“You got that one right, bro. When I saw the water in the shower run over your cheeks and make your ass glisten, I fell in love with that too. If I see your bare ass move around much more, my hootch will start dripping like a major leaky faucet, not to speak of the cute way your nice dick wobbles about. So put on a big ol’ baggy pair of shorts. Do you think we will have a chance for me to get at that hot cock of yours again today and you at my Granburger spot?”

“That’s ‘Grafenburg’. We’ll have to see about that?”

In the next chapter, the siblings struggle to keep from completing a physical union.

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