By NAMB
Copyright 2019 by NAMB all rights reserved
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Skinny Dipping With my
Brother – Part 1
Author’s note: This is a continuation of
the story, Skinny Dipping With my Sister told from the sister’s point
of view.
-=o=-
I always enjoyed going camping with the
family. This summer was even better than before. Mostly it was due to
the “skinny dipping” incident with my brother and the Benson kids.
I texted Tammy all the way home and she
would have been over our house as soon as mom pulled the car in the
driveway if it weren’t for the late hour.
Texting is good, but there’s nothing like
girl-to-girl contact to really appreciate an event. So I was over her
house the next day even as she was cleaning up after breakfast.
After exchanging some pleasantries with her
mother, we adjoined to her room. She closed the door silently and said,
“So tell me all about it. What does he look like? How big is he? Did
you touch it? What about the other boys?”
“Slow down. We have all day. I’ll tell you
everything.”
“Don’t leave out a single detail. Did you
get any pictures?”
“Of course I didn’t. We were out in the
woods. I didn’t take my phone with me.
It was just my brother and me walking along
the stream. It was so pretty there. Then we heard some noise up ahead.
I could hear a shriek, the kind that only a girl could make. I would
have been concerned but it was a joyous shriek.”
“And then what?”
“And then we kept walking. Both Mark and I
were curious. We couldn’t see too far ahead because the river made a
bend, but we could definitely hear children playing.
It was when we rounded the bend that we
first got to see them. First the girl and then her naked younger
brother and finally the older naked boy.
I was shocked but I think Mark was even
more surprised. He suggested that we stop.”
“Why?”
“I think it was because he was embarrassed
to see two naked boys with a girl clad in her swimsuit.
I mean, think about it. Here are members of
his own sex and they’re naked in front of a member of the opposite sex.
I think I would have felt funny if it were the other way around.”
“But it’s different with boys.’
“How so?”
“Well, we’re girls. We need to be modest.
It’s not like that with boys.”
“Yeah, I sort of agree. I don’t know why,
but it makes sense. I don’t see why boys get so upset about being
naked. I mean their stuff is on the outside where it was meant to be
seen.
Anyway, I was having none of it. I wanted
to find out more, so I went on. Also, I wanted to get a closer look at
the boys. My brother didn’t have a choice, so he followed me.
It wasn’t until we got abeam the kids that
we saw their camp and met their mother. She seemed totally unconcerned
that her two boys were naked with their sister or that I, another girl,
was seeing them this way.”
“What did they look like? The boys, I mean.”
“They looked like boys. Jackson’s just a
little boy. Not much to see there. He looks pretty much like every
other little boy we’ve ever seen.
Carl, on the other hand has already gone
through puberty. He even has hair down there. His penis is a lot
bigger: not like those little half-pinkie-sized things little boys
have. His was about thumb sized; maybe a bit bigger.”
“Was he soft or was he hard? How big?”
“I was getting to that. He’s about 3 inches
when he’s soft, but a couple of times he popped a boner. Then it was
about 6 inches. I don’t really know, I didn’t have a ruler and I
certainly didn’t touch it intentionally. But it was impressive.”
“Intentionally?”
“Well, one of the games we played involved
trying to tickle each other. He grabbed me from behind. The plan was
for Eileen to tickle me, but instead his sister turned traitor on him
and tried to tickle him. He was hard and I could feel it even through
the bathing suit up against my back.”
“And then what?”
“Nothing, he had to let me go to defend
himself against his sister and we kept playing.
I kept looking over at my brother sitting
on the side of the stream looking both hot and bored.
Initially, we kept nagging him to come in
and play. It wasn’t until we gave up and got busy playing that he
apparently sneaked off and got undressed.
Suddenly Eileen grabbed my arm and
whispered in my ear. ‘Look, there’s your brother.’ Then she yelled out.
‘Way to go, Mark!’ I could see my brother blush all over his body. He
bowed his head and came over to us.”
“Oh, juicy. What’s he look like? Did he get
hard?”
“Hey, who’s telling this story, I’ll get to
that. He looks ... well, nice. He’s about as big as Carl, but he’s less
muscular. Carl must work out. Like Mark, he got hard a couple of times.
I’m not sure why, we weren’t doing anything that could be considered
sexy, we were just splashing and chasing each other in the stream.
We continued playing until Mrs. Benson
called us all in for some rest and a snack. The boys sat in the shade
on the camp side of the creek and Eileen and I sat sunning ourselves on
a rock on the other side. It gave us a chance to talk to each other.”
“What did you talk about? What did she say?”
I sighed. With all of Tammy’s
interruptions, it was going to take more time to tell the story than
the events themselves took to unfold.
“I asked her, ‘What’s this with your
brothers being naked?’
‘It’s always been that way as far as I can
remember. In fact, it’s a family tradition. My grandmother told me that
when she was a little girl, boys went around naked all the time and
nobody thought anything of it.
My mom tells me that she got to see my
uncles naked all the time at home while she was growing up. It wasn’t a
big deal for them. They didn’t seem to care if they were naked even
though their kid sister wasn’t.
They didn’t hang out that way, but they
were fine if she was there when they walked between bathroom and
bedroom totally starkers. They didn’t even complain if she walked in on
them in the bathroom when they were taking a shower or even doing their
business to get her hairbrush.
Whenever I go to my cousins’ houses, the
boys are naked there, but never the girls. All my girl cousins are
always dressed even the little ones.’
‘Besides your cousins, are there any other
boys you’ve seen naked?’ I asked her.
‘Just some of my friend’s brothers. They’re
just little boys, so there isn’t much to see there.’
‘What about your friends? Do they get to
see your brothers?’
‘Some of them do. I have two friends: Emily
and Nancy who get to see them all the time. My mom and their moms
worked it out. Their moms think that it’s a good idea for their
daughters to see boys naked.
The girls in my class have heard rumors
about the arrangement we have in our family and everyone of them want a
peek at my brothers.’
‘Do you let them look?’
‘Officially mom doesn’t want me sharing my
brothers with other girls unless she approves. I guess that makes you
special. With Emily and Nancy, she had to talk to their moms first. But
I have a couple of girls in my class with whom I am close friends and
I’ve let them see my brothers when mom’s not around.’
‘Aren’t you afraid your brothers will tell?’
‘I got that situation and my brothers under
control. Mom caught Carl playing with himself once. I asked her what
she meant by that and she told me that he was masturbating or jerking
off.
She called us all together for a family
meeting and told the boys that they should not be touching themselves
that way and that if I ever caught them doing it, I should tell her.
I was curious and I had Carl demonstrate
for me when mom wasn’t around. I like what I saw so I’m not telling. I
let them do it all the time. In fact, I had Carl teach Jackson how to
do it and now the little squirt – not that he *can* squirt – can’t keep
his hands off his teenie peenie.
I learned how to do it too. The boys like
when I do them, especially Carl.
Now both boys can masturbate to their
hearts’ content under my supervision.
I keep them under my control by threatening
to tell on them. They don’t want me to pull the plug on their pleasure,
so they have to do what I tell them. If I tell them to not to tell when
I have friends over to see them, they let me do it and accept it all in
stride.’
I laughed, ‘You must be a very popular
girl.’
‘I get invited to a lot of sleepovers and
parties in hopes that I’ll return the invitation.’
‘What happens when you do have a sleepover?’
‘As I said all the boys in our family are
naked and all the girls know it, so my brothers spend the night over
one of my Aunts’ houses. Carl is the oldest of the cousins and as far
as I know, the only one that ejaculates so my cousins are happy to have
him come over.’
‘So what about here at camp? How do you do
it here?’
‘We don’t. I’m surprised Carl’s dick hasn’t
gotten it so big that he’d trip over it. Usually he gets hard a couple
of times during the day for no reason. Sometimes I tease him up, but
most of the time, it just happens but not like this. Since we’ve been
here, he’s been popping a boner almost every other minute.’
‘Yeah, I noticed that.’
She went on, ‘He’s going to cum like a
firehose when we get home. Too bad I don’t have the opportunity to show
you that.’
‘I wish you could. Say, how about you come
visit our camp tomorrow. We could meet you half way and then ...’
She cut me off, ‘Can’t we’re leaving
tomorrow morning.’”
“OH wow,” Tammy interjected, “She got to
see her bother *cum*?”
“All the time, according to what she said.”
“Did she show you? Did she make him do it?”
“Not with her mom there. We didn’t have
time, but I’m envious.”
“And then what?”
“We got back in the water and played some
more, it got late. I went back to the tent and got dressed back into my
hiking clothes. Mark got dressed in his clothes. We said goodbye and
went back to our camp.”
“Didn’t you tell me, you made your bother
make pee for you?”
“Oh that. Compared to what went on with the
Benson kids, that was anticlimactic. But it was interesting that Mark
didn’t object to doing it with me watching him.”
“Oh how I wish I was there!”
“Seeing naked boys was good, but you know
what the best part was?”
“What?”
“Us girls were dressed and it was the boys
who were naked.”
“Why is that?”
“Clothing is a complicated thing. It’s one
thing that separates us girls from boys. We appreciate it more. Boys
don’t understand what clothing means to a girl. They just throw
anything on their bodies and it is acceptable.
For a girl, her outfit is who she is. No,
it doesn’t define her “deep down;” it’s an expression of how she feels,
or better still, how she wants to feel when she dons the outfit. In
ancient times, people would wear the skins, bones or feathers of
animals in the belief that by doing so, they would take on the strength
of the bear, the cunning of the fox or the majesty of the eagle.
And so it is with clothes. Some of my
clothes say that I am confident, some express joy and still others
announce that I am in a flirty mood. There is a reason why my brother’s
closest is austere when compared to mine. I need dozens of outfits to
express the kind of girl I want to be that day.”
All the while, Tammy was nodding her head.
“I know what you mean. I have my favorite outfits that I wear all the
time. But sometimes I like to mix it up. Sometimes, I’m a blouse, skirt
and sandals girl; other times it’s shorts and sneakers. It has little
to do with what I am doing and even less with the weather; it has
everything to do with my mood.”
It was my turn to nod. “But the event at
the stream was more than that. Eileen and I were wearing what I had to
admit, were simple bathing suits. There was no “flash” or pizazz to
them. They didn’t have colorful patterns or designs and they were even
one-piece without even a skirt or feminine frill to them.
Yet they were as effective as a suit of
armor in protecting our modesty: modesty that girls of our age deserve.
I have to admit that as a little girl, I had no self-consciousness
about being naked in front of others. I was comfortable with my body
then and I still am.
But I came to realize the sanctity of my
body.
It isn’t that way with boys. They come to
the concept of modesty a lot later. They think that possessing a penis
is something special and want to flaunt it. I don’t know why; it’s a
funny looking organ but it seems to be important to them and they even
compete to see who has the biggest and who can even pee the furthest.”
“Silly boys! But then again we’re silly
girls. Don’t you remember was it was like back then. Like when were 6
or 7 or 8? How bold we were when it came to asking boys to show us
their things, and they did it! Now look at us. It’s a big deal seeing
boys naked and we’re afraid to ask. I bet if we did ask, some boys
would still do it.”
“That’s what I’ve been saying. As girls we
come to the concept of being modest by the time we start school. I
think boys actually have to be taught to cover up. Maybe’s Eileen’s
grandmother had it right: keep them naked until they’re adults and
everybody is happy.
So maybe that explains why my brother
eventually broke down and got naked in the stream. Modesty is not
natural for boys. As for Carl, he was actively taught to be naked with
his sister and perhaps other girls like his cousins as well since he
was a little boy and doesn’t know modesty. Jackson, of course is still
a little boy and ‘in training,’ so he’ll probably ignore whatever
modesty he might be developing.
But the fact remains, we girls were
dressed, and the boys were naked and that established our superiority
over them.”
Tammy was pressing her legs together. She
was getting excited. I was getting wet myself explaining it to her.
“I think that the event in the stream would
have been significant enough if it were a one-off. But it was a
changing experience for both me Mark. I had always looked up to him as
my older sibling, but how could I look up to a boy who was as naked as
the day he was born, while I was dressed and sheltered?
I saw him in a different light. Not as my
‘superior’ big brother, but as a boy both vulnerable and naive. I
always loved my brother, but now I love him in a different, more caring
way.
He was changed too. He was more open to me.
Perhaps by physically exposing his body to me, he also exposed his
inner self to me. He didn’t even hesitate when I asked him to let me
watch him make pee in the stream. My old brother would have told me to
‘buzz off.’ Instead he just submitted.”
By now, Tammy was no longer pretending to
rub her thighs together. She opened up her legs and put her hand on her
crotch and started rubbing.
I dropped my shorts and panties. “Don’t let
your clothes get in the way.”
“OK,” she whimpered.
It was the kind of experience that only
best girlfriends can share; jilling off together. This was the first
time for us, but it drew us closer together.
By the time I left, I thought I was done
with the story. Oh sure, Tammy and I would go over it again and again
until the novelty wore off. But all of the initial information was out
there. There was really nothing new to add until an event that happened
later that evening as I was sitting in my room.
(To
be continued)