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.