“One… two… three.”
I was actually surprised. I really did figure she would wimp out and stand there like a frozen statue, leaving me to be the only dumbass following through with our little game, or, correction, HER game.
I knew her too well as the last-second chicken shit that would leave this whole crazy idea one-sided with my towel as the only one that hit the floor while she gawked and laughed through her backed-out trickery at my embarrassment.
But she totally went through with it.
Both our towels elegantly slid off our bodies and heaped to our feet. She closed her eyes and immediately covered her face with her hands; a bashful smirk hiding underneath her palms as I just stood there waiting.
Slowly, her fingers spread further apart with her eyes peeking through the cracks, until she finally mustered the bravery to carefully pull her guarded hands away.
“Well… here we are,” was all I managed to think of saying. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous myself, but I was definitely the more nonchalant one between us.
Liz bit her lower lip but kept her jaw sharply stiff as her eyes slowly worked down my front frame. I inspected her over, too, meticulously working my scan up and down through the awkward silence that followed.
“Yeah… here we are,” she repeatedly agreed, giving a soft, slow nod with a grin. “Been a while.”
I nodded, hardening my mouth while trying to hide a smile. It had actually happened. We had both gone through with it. My sister and I were standing purely stark naked across from each other. There was a static charge of forbidden excitement in the air.
“So?” she wondered, veering her eyes upward toward the ceiling with an eyebrow perked as if impatiently waiting for some kind of reaction. “Should we do model runway poses or what?”
I chuckled and tossed my arms with a shrug. “Uh… how ’bout a nice turnaround?”
She smirked and put her hands on her hips, slowly turning her backside to me. She then slightly bucked her hips side to side, jutting her rear end at hiked-up angles like she was playfully over-exaggerating some kind of elegant cabaret poses as she mouthed out in low-toned song, “Da, da, da, da-lahhhh.”
“Bow-chicka-wow-wowww,” I emphasized with a funny voice.
She erupted in a quick, uncontrollable laughing snort that brought her hands back up to her mouth as she stumbled a step or two forward off balance. After turning back to face me, she gestured with her hands, seeming a bit looser now. “Your turn, big boy.”
I sighed. “Okay, grab some sunglasses. You might be blinded by the awesomeness of my ass.” I turned in place, not bothering to embellish in any kind of grand showcasing of my own.
She smoothly nodded her head, eyes dropped down. “Okay, okay,” she said with an impressed tone, “you got some decent buttage goin’ on.”
I turned back to face her. “That your first critique? How long are we supposed to soak in this nudity examination before giving a report?”
She chuckled and shrugged. “I don’t know. Whenever you’re ready, I guess.”
“You go first. Roll with it.”
She licked her lips and looked back at me, studying for a dragged moment. “All right… three best features…” she mulled over my form. “Chest, ass, and… penis.”
I lifted my eyebrows. “All right, all right, good set of picks. Color me intrigued.”
She crossed her arms over her breasts. “Chest… in good shape. Not rockin’ a six-pack or anything, but lookin’ strong. Ass… like I said, good buttage, a good decent eight on the butt-o-meter of cuteness. Not overly rounded, good shape, not too much hair to make you look like Sasquatch.”
Her eyes narrowed and dropped. “And your dick… a good size. And not a good size as in just saying that to be polite when it’s not, but truly a good size. Looking like some good girth there; you got some really good hangtime going, like good swing action. The type where you can hear it hitting your leg.”
She craned her neck, thinking. “Head is big but not awkwardly big, and while you could do some trimming I think your bushy landscape actually works in your favor to complete the appearance of the package.”
I bobbed my head, smiling. “Very fair assessments, thank you.”
She gave a curtsy and a bow.
“Winner?”
Her eyes froze on my lower region as if in meticulous thought. She then gave a single, solidly firm nod of confirmation. “Penis. Not by much over the others, though.”
I smiled, almost confidently, and gave an exaggerated stretch of my arms. “Yeah, I figured that was the gold trophy.”
Liz scoffed and rolled her eyes. “All right. Fair is fair. Do me now. I mean… not… don’t “do” me now. I mean “review” me now.”
I smirked and rubbed my chin in thought. “Okay. I’m gonna end up being predictable, here. The holy trinity of a girl. Ass, boobs, pussy.”
“Typical,” she muttered, giving yet another tumble of her eyes.
“Ass… very nice. Like, spankable, but only a couple of spanks.”
“Could we maybe skip the kinky angles of these descriptions?”
“Says the girl describing the potential patting sound of my swinging penis against my bare legs as I walk.”
“Continue, please.”
“So, ass… more meant to be viewed than interacted with, per se. Good shape to compliment the bottom of a nice bareback. Boobs… you’re working with a nice set of tit-tays.”
“Tit-tays?” she repeated with a grin and a drop of her eyes down to her mounds beneath.
“They’re a perfect cup size. Not huge, not small, no sag, no future potential to drop down as you get older. I can see them holding their buoyancy. Nipples a good size and in a good place.”
“Because we really don’t want to see my nipples somewhere else like on my stomach.”
“And your cooch… another good size in proportion to your body shape. Like not huge, not small, no weird camel toe flaps bending all over outside it, and going shaven bare works better because while I can see a light graze of hair or landing strip still working, I don’t think a bush would sit right.”
She nodded. “Well, what astute observations. The winner-winner-chicken-dinner?”
“Boobs. Definitely your boobs.”
“I can totally see you as a boob man,” she stated.
I took a breath and we stood there for another silent moment, the awkwardness threatening to creep back in until I disrupted it by saying, “So… thoughts? I mean, about this. How are you feeling? Being naked in front of each other after all these years.
It’s not really so bad. I thought it’d be a lot weirder, but I’m sort of, like, not that bothered by it.”
“Yeah. I know what you mean. It’s like these minutes have felt like hours, but with each that passes, I’m kind of more cool and comfortable with it. It’s just nudity, I mean, right? No big deal. I almost feel like I’m facing a fear or something. Like after getting naked in front of my brother, I can do anything now.”
“Totally,” I nodded.
“You gonna… get dressed now?” she curiously wondered.
“Are you?”
“I mean… I dunno… whatever…” she replied, almost sounding indecisive.
“Should we start an attic nudist colony?” I joked.
“Oh, yeah. Completely. Let’s just stay like this for the next week until mom and dad come home and shit themselves seeing us. Now THAT would be truly embarrassing to me.”
I laughed, waving it off. “Ah, we’ll just play innocent like the times they found us when we were younger,” I implied. I sighed and turned, walking to one of the couches and plopping myself down as I grabbed the remote. “I don’t care what you do, but it’s too hot up here. I’m hanging out like this for a bit. And hanging is what I do best according to you, anyway.”
I started changing channels. She stood there for a moment, awkwardly feeling misplaced as she bent down and picked up her towel, slightly holding it against her body. Some thoughts ran through her head.
She looked down at the towel and then quirked her mouth. “Yeah, I mean, what’s the point, anyway, right? We’ve only been glaring and ogling over each other’s naked booties for like ten minutes already. What difference is it gonna make chillin’ like this?”
“I glared. You ogled,” I corrected.
She smirked and sat herself down on the opposite end of the couch, holding the towel on her lap. “Oh, you wish. You were so ogling up these perfectly-placed tits, you perverted weirdo. Like, beyond observation. Like, drool coming from your mouth.”
I lightly kicked one of my bare feet against her bare leg. “Yeah, and you want to put your earbuds in from your iPod and listen to sound clips of my manhood slapping my legs as I walk.”
“Gross,” she laughed, pushing my foot away. “Bad enough I can hear it slapping in the shower sometimes.”
“You don’t hear anything,” I murmured.
“Um, yes, I do. A hard penis slapping within the wetness of a hand in a shower is a pretty distinct sound.”
“Oh, you’re an expert, huh?”
“Gives me a shudder to think of you just… spraying your stuff all over those tiled walls. I use that shower, too, ya know.”
“Oh, and you’re not exploding YOUR stuff all over in there? Like, what, when you need to get yourself off, you go rent a cabin in the mountains and light some candles for a pampered experience?”
“I don’t do it in the shower,” she snipped.
“Such a liar,” I huffed with a smirk.
“Well, at least I’m not shooting and arcing jizz up and down from floor to ceiling.”
“Miss Perfect, squatting all perfectly prim and proper over the drain. You make it sound like I’m one of those wacky flailing hose water toy machines in the summer. Besides… If I did that in there, which is none of your concern, I’ll have you know I’ve got very responsible and controlled bursts, and most importantly… IT’S A SHOWER! It all washes away!”
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