Thank Goodness for Bathtime

Sharing a bath with my younger brother, Joseph, is something that we used to do all the time, as is the case with a lot of young children and their siblings. I never really took much notice of Joseph while we were bathing; I just cleaned myself, and Joseph would do the same. When I got to the age of 11, however, I became self-conscious, and demanded that I should have my own private baths, while Joseph, 7 at the time, would have his own in private, too.

We lived with our parents, Jayne and Dave. My brother and I are the only two children. We live in the South of England, so in the winter months, it is usually cold, and raining a lot, which meant that there was little to do except stay inside and play video games.

It was mid-December, not much more than a month after my 13th birthday, when, on the last day of school before the Christmas holidays, I played football with some friends. Unlike my friends, I didn’t exactly have a masculine build; I wasn’t fat, but not as thin as a stick either. The wet, muddy fields meant that, not long after we began playing, all of our clothes were covered in mud, and even my mid-length brown hair had some dried dirt in by the time we had finished.

‘I’ll see you around, Rob’ said my one of my buddies, Tom, as I was about to leave. Not long after I had said goodbye to my friends and got the bus, I was home, where it was warm, unlike the temperature outside. I relaxed in my bedroom, which I share with my brother, before my mother entered and said

‘Your father and I are going to our friend’s Christmas party; Joseph doesn’t want to go, so you will have to stay and look after him, okay Robert?’ ‘Okay, sure.’ I replied. ‘Just make sure he has a bath sweetie. We’ll be back at about midnight, make sure Joseph is in bed by 10’ ‘Okay’.

After my parents left, I was soon running a bath for myself to wash off after today’s game. I climbed in and continued to relax. I didn’t do anything for a while; I just laid there and let my body feel the warm water. I thought about all of the things that I needed to do, with it being close to Christmas, writing cards, buying gifts etc.
I cleaned everywhere thoroughly, climbed out of the bath, and dried myself. After I put my clothes back on, I went to my bedroom, and sat on my bed to play some video games. There wasn’t a lot of space in our bedroom, so our beds were almost next to each other, with about an inch gap. Joseph sat on his bed and watched me play, as he usually does, which he enjoys. We talked while I played, about anything that brothers would, like music, games, and school.

I realised that we had got carried away in our conversations when I looked at the clock and saw that it was already 9:30.

‘I forgot, you’ve gotta get in the bathtub!’ I exclaimed. I began to run the bath again for Joseph, and made sure it wasn’t too hot or cold for him. He said ‘Thanks’, walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I returned to my room to continue to play video games.

A little while later I heard Joseph call my name, so I stood outside the bathroom and called back ‘what is it, Joe?’ He replied ‘I forgot to get a towel, can you get me one please?’ ‘Sure buddy’. I fetched a towel and knocked on the bathroom door. ‘Come in!’ Just as I walked in, Joseph was getting out of the bath. It had been a while since I’d seen my brother with no clothes on, but I had never before realised just how attractive he was. I was never entirely sure of my sexual preference, and had never been attracted to anyone before. That was until I saw my brother naked. His smooth, hairless body was the most amazing thing I had ever seen; then there was his penis. It looked just the same as it did the last time I saw it over two years previously, but it was beautiful. I looked at his 1-Inch penis hanging over his marble-shaped balls. I stood there completely still, holding the towel, mouth wide open… pitching a tent in my jeans.