Margo’s Own Story 1 – Oh Brother

It started out innocently enough. I had this compulsive idea of seeing my twin brother naked.

Anyway, one day when mom and dad weren’t home, Paul was in the shower. I screwed up my courage and snuck into the bathroom and stood there in a corner where he couldn’t see me until he came out of the shower. Eventually, the door slid open. Paul stepped out. There he was, naked and dripping wet from head to toe. But I don’t think I had time to take in any details. He actually screamed and turned around to hide his privates. I ran out and hid in my bedroom and locked the door.

A few moments later he came to the door and starting pounding. Boy was he mad. The only part of his ranting that I heard was, “I’m going to tell, Margo.” I was crying by then and scared to death. I cracked the door to plead with him. He was already dressed. “You can’t. You can’t.” “But you came in there when I was in the shower!”

I don’t remember how long I pleaded with him, but then an idea came into my head. “I’ll take off my clothes for you.” Now he may not have been interested in girls at that age, but that was an idea that he couldn’t resist. “OK,” he said.

It was only then that real panic set in for me. I couldn’t believe what I had said. I was trapped. So I backed into my room and he followed. “Close the door,.” – of course nobody was home, but you understand – “and turn around.” He did both. I slipped out of my tee shirt, shoes and jeans.

“OK,” I said nervously. He turned to see me standing there in my panties and training bra.

I could tell he was stunned by seeing me like that, even though it wasn’t much different than my bathing suit. But then he said, “But you said!” I was still trapped.

“Turn around, again.” I turned around, too. Tears streaming down my face, Standing back to back with him, I took off the bra and dropped my panties to the floor. “OK,” I said again.

He turned to see my bare bottom. Then I turned, my hands covering what I could. Paul just stared. Slowly I let my hands drop to my sides, revealing my tuft of hair and everything else for that matter. He stood like in a trance. Finally, one word, barely audible. “Wow.” I turned back and rapidly got my clothes on.

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A few weeks later, I guess Paul had been working up his own courage. He decided to turn tables on me. I stepped out of the shower, and there he was. I screamed and turned around, but he didn’t leave. With my back to him and a towel hastily wrapped around me, I said, “You’d better take your clothes off NOW!!!. Everything!!!!” I heard the sounds of clothes being unfastened and dropped to the floor.

When I turned, he was standing there hiding his privates. “Come on,” I said. “I can’t,” he said. “Come on!!” He moved his hands away and his penis was standing straight out. Guess what I said! “Wow.”

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When mom and dad were out, we would often find a way to see each other naked like that, especially in the shower. We got over the shyness about using the toilet with each other in the room. Paul always liked to watch my pee come out and a few times, I did it in the shower stall for him. We even talked about our experiences with the opposite sex.

At this point, I was letting boys feel me up and rub my panties. One day, Paul came in while I was showering. I asked him, “Will you come in and wash my back?” It was something I’d been dreaming about for months.