Author: wolfcub Title: Naked Brothers Summary: Women discuss their experiences with seeing their brothers naked when they were growing up. Keywords: bg+ exhib nosex From a discussion board thread entitled "Naked Brothers:" Michelle My four-year-old son has recently taken a dislike for clothes. He started stripping himself bare whenever and wherever it pleased him. My husband and I have, thus far, avoided any embarrassing moments by letting him go naked after his bath each evening until it's time for bed. Our nine-year-old daughter thinks this is scandalous, and she wants her father and I to make him get dressed. I don't have any brothers. My sisters and I never went naked around the house, but it was no big deal to change clothes in front of each other or walk naked to and from the shower. My husband says he was never naked in front of his sisters (one, two years older; the other, three years younger), and he never saw them naked. I'm wondering what experiences any ladies, here, had with naked brothers when they were growing up. Kaylee My little brother had an aversion to clothes. He'd been running around the house naked since he was potty trained, but I never really paid much attention until I was seven years old and had friends from school over at my house for the first time. We were in my bedroom playing with dolls when my then-four-year-old brother, Jake, walks in--naked from head to toe. My friend Marissa thought it was funny, and my friend Sierra wanted to touch his little penis to see what it felt like, but I stopped her. My friend Haley wasn't bothered. She said, "My little brother does that, sometimes--and he's five." When Jake got older, the first thing he'd do when he'd get home from school is head straight to his bedroom to strip off his clothes, then he'd usually come out to the kitchen to grab a snack. By this time, my friends were quite used to seeing him bare. He'd even get naked when his own friends would come over, but none of them ever got naked with him. He started wearing shorts around the house once his penis began to develop. I had noticed it getting longer and thicker, and that his testicles were getting a lot bigger. I teased him about it, once, and he admitted that he didn't want me and my friends to see him, now that he was growing up. He still went bare-chested a lot of the time, but that was the end of his totally-naked phase. Riley The first time our parents left my brother, Austin, and me home alone was when he was twelve and I was ten. I never really saw him naked, before, except that our parents had some pictures of us taking a bath together when he was four and I was two. I guess we did that a lot, then, but I don't remember it. The pictures clearly showed everything, so I knew exactly what my brother looked like. Anyway, we were watching TV when Austin decided to take a shower. (I had taken my bath before our parents had left.) I had to pee really bad, so I walked down the hall to use our parents' bathroom (which my brother and I normally didn't use). Just as I was about to walk past our bathroom door, Austin steps out completely naked, except for a towel that he had draped over his shoulders. He casually walked to his bedroom and acted like it was no big deal to be naked in front of me, but when he got to his room, he looked back over his shoulder to see if I was watching him. Not wanting to be caught staring, I quickly turn into our bathroom and closed the door behind me. As I was sitting on the toilet, peeing, I wondered why my brother had done that. He often went around the house in nothing but a pair of shorts, but I had never seen him walk through the house in his underwear--much less naked. After I finished, when I stepped out of the bathroom, I saw that Austin was still naked. He was lying on his bed reading a comic book. His door was wide open, and he was lying so that I had a clear view of his boy parts. His penis was small, like I remembered from the pictures, but his testicles were a lot bigger. I quickly returned to the living room before he caught me perving on him. At eight o'clock, a show came on that my brother and I both liked. He walked into the living room and sat down on the opposite end of the couch from me. He was still naked, and he was still acting like it was no big deal--like he did it all the time. At about eight thirty, we heard our parents' car pull into the driveway. Austin got up in a flash and ran out of the room. A few seconds later, he dove back onto the couch, this time wearing a pair of shorts. He looked relieved for an instant, then he turned to me and quickly said, "Don't tell Mom and Dad I was naked, okay?" I giggled, and before I could answer him, our parents walked in the door. After that, whenever our parents were gone, Austin would get naked. I asked him why, and he said that he liked the way it felt. I asked him why he only went naked when our parents were gone, and he said that he was afraid he'd get in trouble. He once asked me if I wanted to get naked with him, but I said no, and he never asked me again. I never got naked in front of him, but I did enjoy seeing his body develop, as he continued this practice through high school. Jordan When I was fourteen, I came home, one day, to find my nine-year-old brother, Martin, and his friend, Douglas, naked in my parents' bedroom. Their closet door was a full-length mirror, and the two munchkins were standing in front of it, checking themselves out. I guess they had left their clothes in my brother's room because all they had to cover themselves with were their hands. I asked them what they were doing, and my brother said that he and Douglas were just curious about what each other looked like. My brother was afraid that I was going to tell our parents, and Douglas was equally concerned that I would tell his mom. I promised that I wouldn't say anything--but only if my brother would go naked anytime our parents were gone, and Douglas would get naked whenever he came over and it was just the three of us. I also made them let me take some pictures of them, which I kept hidden on a thumb drive. Martin was always reluctant to get naked, and I had to constantly remind him of our deal. Douglas, on the other hand, must have really enjoyed it because he was always coming over, and he always stripped as soon as he found out that our parents were gone and wouldn't be home anytime soon. I took many more pictures of them naked until they were twelve, when I went away to college. I still have them. Bekka I remember taking baths with my younger brother, Caden (who's four years younger than I am), from the time he was old enough to be in the tub with me. We were never naked in front of each other outside of the bathroom, but neither one of us thought anything about be naked in the tub, together, until Caden was seven and wanted to start bathing himself. He still wasn't bothered by being naked in front of me; he just wanted to wash himself. About that time, I started taking showers, so Caden was left to bathe by himself; however, I still saw him in the bathroom, from time to time, when my mother would send me to collect his dirty clothes for the laundry, or I'd bring him a clean towel, or he'd run out of shampoo--things like that. He never showed any sign that he was the least bit embarrassed about being naked in front of me. He started taking showers when he was about ten. I'd still walk in on him, occasionally, to get something I needed. He was fine with it until he was about thirteen, when he started locking the door. A couple of times, when I had wanted something, I asked him why he had locked the door. He said that he just wanted some privacy, but he didn't explain any further. After he complained to our mother, I left him alone. I haven't seen him naked since. Ashley I have three younger brothers--the youngest two of whom are twins--and they went naked around the house from the time they were out of diapers until they were about seven years old, when they started wearing underwear. The underwear phase lasted until they started middle school. Still, it was quite common for them to wear nothing but shorts. Emma My brother is a year younger than I am. My mother said that she hated spending money on clothes that we'd outgrow, so we played (inside and out) in our underwear until we started school. After that, we usually played outside in our bathing suits. I had a one-piece, and he had trunks. When we came in, in the evening, our mother would drop us both in the tub, together, and we'd wash ourselves and our bathing suits at the same time, then we'd leave them hanging in the bathroom to dry for the next day. We usually spent the rest of the evening in our underwear. Neither one of us wore tops. When I was about nine, I didn't want to bathe with my brother, anymore, and my mother was fine with that. We still played in our bathing suits (I had a bikini, then), and we still spent the evening in our underwear. I didn't have any problem going topless around the house until I turned eleven and my breasts started to grown. After that, I started wearing a t-shirt. We never saw each other naked, again, after we stopped bathing together, but we both remained comfortable seeing each other in our underwear until we moved out of our parents' house. Megan When I was ten, my girl friends and I talked my eight-year-old brother into getting naked for us so that we could see what boys looked liked. He let us examine him really closely. After that, he'd get naked for us anytime we asked. Whenever I had a sleepover, we'd let my brother play games with us--but only if he got naked. (My girlfriends and I usually wore t-shirts and panties.) He never had a problem with it. This continued for the next two years. One night, my mom walked in on us. None of us had heard her coming, and she hadn't knocked. We were playing some board game, and my brother was just sitting there, crossed-legged, with his little boy parts in plain view. He giggled and covered himself with his hands. Surprisingly, my mom acted like nothing was going on. The next day, after my friends had left, she told me that I probably shouldn't do that, anymore, because my friends and I were growing up, and my brother would be old enough to start noticing, soon. When I said, "It was just this once," she told me that she knew about him getting naked at all my sleepovers. I asked her why she hadn't said anything sooner, and she said that undressing younger brothers was a fairly common sleepover activity--she and her friends had done it more than once when they were that age. It gave me a whole new perspective on my mother. Alyssa From the time I was nine until I was almost twelve, my family lived in an apartment complex. The only other kids were about a half-dozen girls ranging from a couple years younger than me to about a year older. My brother, who's three years younger than me, was the only boy, so he used to play with us girls all the time. One day, we were playing house in the woods near the apartments. The oldest girl decided that my brother needed a bath and told him to get naked. Surprisingly, my brother agreed without any fuss. We were all fascinated by his tiny boy parts. After that, we made him go naked whenever we played in the woods. He never had any problem with it up through the time we moved out, when he was almost nine. Sarah My little brother was not only naked for most of the time between the ages of four and six, but he also was quite fond of touching himself, which he did regardless of who was present. My parents never said anything, except that when my brother touched himself in public, they'd usually (but not always) try to divert his attention elsewhere. I'm five years older than he is, and the only thing that ever bothered me was when he got a little erection. He was fascinated by it, and he always had to show it to someone. "Look, Mommy," (or worse, "Look, Sarah!") My mother would say something like, "Oh, that's nice!" I always tried to ignore him, but sometimes he would persist until I gave him some kind of acknowledgement. By the time he was seven, the nudity was more or less limited to bath time. Until he was ten, he had no qualms about getting undressed for his bath, then wandering around looking for a towel or something before heading to the bathroom. He never seemed to be in any hurry to get dressed after his bath, but he eventually would. During this time, I caught him playing with himself in private, a few times, but he had long stopped doing it openly, though I would sometimes notice him adjusting himself in public. By age eleven, he kept doors closed and locked, and he always wore at least a pair of shorts. Lisa I never saw my brother naked, but until he was twelve years old, he and his friends would go nearly the entire summer wearing nothing more than a bathing suit or gym shorts--without underwear. (I know this because my girl friends and I were always tickled to catch a glimpse up an open leg.) Nikki I have two older sisters and a twin brother. We bathed together, dressed together, and shared a room until we were eight. (Our sisters are five and seven years older than us, and they didn't want to share a room with "a baby," so they shared one room, and my brother and I shared the other.) By nine, my brother didn't want to bathe with me, anymore, and he started getting dressed in the bathroom (or in our bedroom, when I was in the bathroom). At ten, he wanted a room of his own, so our sisters agreed to let me move in with them. At thirteen, my brother and I were home alone, one night, and I was trying to find out from him whether or not a boy in one of his classes at school liked me. I asked him if there was a particular girl that he liked, then we got to talking about boyfriends and girlfriends and kissing and such. All this talk had gotten him excited. I could tell because of the very obvious bulge in the front of his shorts. I commented on it, which embarrassed him. I said that I had two bulges in the front of my shirt--all the time--so he had nothing to be embarrassed about, which made him laugh. I asked him if he had ever seen bare breasts, and he said only in pictures, then he asked me if I had ever seen a real penis. I told him that I hadn't--since the last time I had seen his. Eventually, we talked each other into getting naked. I was surprised by how much bigger he was since the last time I had seen him. He told me he really liked my breasts. After that, we were really casual about being naked in front of each other. We would walk naked between our bedrooms and the bathroom; we would dress and undress with our bedroom doors open; and sometimes, we'd get naked when we were home alone. We talked a lot about boyfriends and girlfriends and always told each other how far we went and with whom. This continued until we both went off to college. We're still very close. Christina My parents started leaving my brother and me home alone when he was eight and I was ten. We used to play games, together. One night, to make it more interesting, we decided that whoever lost the first game had to get naked and stay naked until our parents got home. It was so much fun that we made it a standing rule. Being older, I usually won, but my brother sometimes beat me (and, to be honest, sometimes I let him win). After a few months of doing this, my brother got naked even though he had won our first game. When I asked him why, he said that he just liked being naked. From then on, whenever our parents left us alone, we'd both be out of our clothes before their car was all the way down the driveway. This continued until I started middle school, when I told my brother that I was too old to be naked in front of him. He didn't seem to mind, and he kept getting naked, himself. When we were old enough to be home by ourselves after school, he'd strip off the minute he got home and stay naked until he went out to play with his friends or until one of our parents got home. One day, he didn't realize that I had a friend over, and he walked naked into the kitchen where my best friend and I were having a snack. He froze, for a moment, then decided that he didn't care and went right on fixing a sandwich for himself. From then on, me having a girl friend over never stopped him from getting naked, and my house became the popular, after-school hangout for my friends. Interestingly, he never got naked in front of his own (boy) friends--at least, not that I knew of. Michelle Hi, all. Thanks for all the stories! My husband and I shared them with our daughter. She was a little creeped out by some of them, but she no longer seems bothered by her brother's nudity. Also, the other day, I caught her playing naked in her room, by herself, after school! She didn't seem at all bothered to have me discover her. (Her bedroom door was open, so she must have been hoping I'd see her.) She told me that she wanted to see what it was like. I asked her what she thought, and she told me it was kind of fun. Last night, she offered to help her brother with his bath. My husband and I were stunned--and pleased--to find her naked in the tub with him. Thanks, again.