Hi, if you've read any of my husband's stories you'll already know my name is Keetani, and I'm from Mozambique. You would also know that my husband has always liked to me to show off my naked body to other guys. I had always acted like I was doing it solely to please him, but secretly, I really enjoyed having a stranger get a glimpse of my naked body. Having said that though, I want you to know that what I'm about to tell you started off completely innocent.
About a year ago, two of my younger brothers, Sabra and Jamel, came from Mozmbique to live with us for a while. Jamel was 25 and Sabra, who had just turned 18, was the baby in the family. My husband and I had helped a number of my brothers and sisters with the process of entering the U.S. and allowed them to stay with us until they got a job, got an apartment, and generally get on their feet, so this was nothing new for us. The first day they arrived I took them upstairs to show them their room, which we had set up with two twin beds for them. The beds were a little small for them but there just wasn't enough space for two full size beds. We had a bathroom downstairs, but the full bathroom with shower was in our master bedroom. Sabra started unpacking and putting their clothes away while Jamel went in the master bath to take a shower. I was arranging some of their clothes in the closet when I ran out of hangers. I never even thought twice and just walked into my room to get more hangers from my closet. As I walked over to my closet Jamel walked out of the shower stark naked.
I automatically said, "Oh Jamel, I'm sorry."
"No problem K," he said, as he just shrugged his shoulders.
He was right of course, it really was no problem. In our country, being naked around family members was just a normal thing. No one thought twice about it.
So I just smiled and said, "OK" "I'm just getting you guys some more hangers from my closet."
Jamel turned and said, "Let me help you."
He followed me into my walk-in closet, and as I kneeled down to look for some empty hangers on the lower rack, He stretched over me to grab some from the upper rack. I gathered a bunch of hangers and as I turned to get up I noticed that Jamel's penis was hanging right in front of my face. I hesitated for just a moment and looked at it. I had forgotten what an un circumcised penis looked like. My husband, along with all of the other men I had been with, were all circumcised. Even my old boyfriend from Mozambique was circumcised, and that was unusual for men there. It was a nice looking penis. It came out from his flat stomach and then curved downward and over his testicles. It was probably about eight inches long, and about two inches thick. His foreskin stretched over the head and then hung down, loose, another two inches or so. I quickly looked away and got up. What the hell were you doing looking at your own brother's penis like that , I thought. Oh my goodness, did he notice me staring at it? I hope he doesn't think his sister is some kind of whacko pervert. I was so embarrassed, but I quickly put it out of my mind.
The next day I was downstairs making breakfast when my brothers brought down some traditional clothes they had brought me from our country. They were beautiful, and I was so excited to try them on that I just threw off my robe, grabbed one of the pants and started to put them on. As I bent over to pull them up I noticed that my breasts were hanging down and kind of swinging from side to side. My breasts aren't really huge or anything. They're what people call "Hangers", or "Saggers", which means that when I'm standing up they sag a little down my chest and my long thick nipples poke out straight from the lower part of my breasts. When I bend over though they hang straight down, long and pendulous, with my nipples pointing down toward the floor. As I wiggled around bringing the pants up, my breasts were gently swaying back and forth. I had panties on, but for a split second, I felt a little embarrassed that my brothers were seeing my bare breasts, but then I remembered how unconcerned Jamel was that I saw his penis, and I realized how silly I was behaving. A few weeks later my husband and I were just lounging in bed one Sunday morning when Sabra came in and asked if I knew where a particular shirt of his was. It would have taken longer to explain it, so I just jumped up and got it for him.
He said, " Thanks K", and left.
A few minutes later my husband asked, "It doesn't bother you being naked in front of him?"
"First of all, I wasn't naked, I had panties on, and secondly, no, it doesn't bother me anyway," I said,"they're my own brothers so it's no big deal."
A few months later my husband got Jamel a job at the company where he works, and they would leave together everyday about 7:30 AM. I work second shift and would usually get up around 2:00 PM. I would then grab new panties and a towel and head into the bathroom to take a shower. After showering, I'd dry off, put on my new panties, and then come out of the bathroom to get dressed. My brothers had seen my breasts so many times that I never thought twice about not having a top on when they were around. So walking around in just my panties seemed like no big deal to me.
Usually when I would come out of the bathroom my other brother, Sabra, would be ironing my clothes for work. I would usually stand next to the ironing board in just my panties and chit chat with Sabra as he ironed my clothes. When he was done ironing my pants he would turn and give them to me to put on. As I bent over to put them on I always noticed my pendulous breasts hanging down and swaying from side to side. It was very subtle, but I started to notice that whenever Jamel or Sabra saw my breasts they would try to sneak glimpses of them out of the corners of their eyes.
Then, about 9:00 AM one morning on my day off I started gathering up all the of clothes to start washing them. I knew Sabra was still sleeping and I didn't want to wake him up, so I just lightly knocked on his door. When there was no response, I quietly snuck in to grab their clothes. Sure enough, Sabra was sleeping in the bed, but he was also naked and all of the sheets were off the bed. He was lying on his back facing me and as I gazed down I saw his penis. It was obviously soft, but it looked to be about as thick as a banana and10 inches long. It was laying across the top of his thigh and almost reached his knee. My heart was beating really fast, but I quickly snuck back out of the room and quietly closed the door.
A week or so later, I came out of the shower and noticed that I had forgotten to grab new panties before coming into the bathroom. I looked for my old ones just to put on for now. I found them on the floor, soaking wet in a puddle. As I was thinking about what I was going to do, I looked down at my shaven pussy. For some reason my bare pussy made me feel even more than naked than I was. My brothers had seen me naked before, but in the past I always had a thick, bushy mat of pubic hair and you really couldn't see anything other than my bush. But shaved you could see my pussy lips hanging down, and the hood of my large clit was thick and very noticeable. It would be very embarrassing for Sabra to see that my pussy was shaved, and even more embarrassing that he would be able to see my clit and even my pussy lips, but what could I do, I didn't have anything to put on. Well, I guess it won't be too bad. I'll just walk over to my dresser and quickly slip on some panties. And maybe Sabra wasn't even in my room yet, maybe I was worrying for nothing I stood in front of the bathroom door and turned the knob. I took a deep breath and thought to myself, "Here goes nothing", and then just opened the door and stepped out.
Of course, as luck would have it he was waiting right there for me to come out of the bathroom because he had a message for me. So as soon as I stepped out of the bathroom Sabra was right there in front of me. He started to tell me the message, but I noticed that his eyes kept flicking down to look at my shaved little pussy. As he was looking at my pussy I started to get a little excited at the thought of Sabra seeing it. I felt a little ashamed of myself that the thought of my brother seeing my shaved pussy was exciting me, and I was also ashamed that I was also thinking about his really large penis, and I was wondering if seeing my naked pussy would make him get hard. The more I thought about Sabra seeing my pussy the more excited I was getting. Apparently it was exciting Sabra too because I noticed a growing bulge in the front of his boxer shorts. Knowing that my brother was starting to get an erection from seeing my pussy was really getting me excited now and I instantly decided that I would wait awhile before putting on my panties.
Sabra began ironing my clothes so I went over and stood near him, but in front of him enough so that I knew he would see my pussy anytime he looked up. If I lowered my eyes slightly toward the floor I could see the front of his boxers underneath the ironing board. As I was talking to Sabra I put my hands behind me and leaned back against the wall, with my legs slightly apart. I knew doing that would give Sabra a really good view of my bare pussy. I kept my eyes lowered, looking toward the floor so he would n't have to worry about me catching him looking at me. I moved my eyes slightly forward to check out those boxers again. I had to catch myself from gasping out loud. The head of his penis was sticking out of the bottom of his shorts. Before I could stop myself I kind of touched my pussy. I made it look like a quick scratch and quickly put my hand back. At almost the exact same time I saw Sabra's penis kind of flex upward for a second, like a kind of quick spasm. I then watched his penis grow right before my eyes. It extended out of the leg of his boxers about 2 or 3 inches, and started to lift up. The fabric of the leg was stretched tight and stopped his penis from rising any higher. I panicked and quickly turned toward my dresser. I thought either him or I might actually cum any second and that would have been too embarrassing to deal with.
As I put my panties on I heard Sabra say, "Your clothes are all set"and he quickly went into his room.
I was breathing so hard I had to sit down as I started to get dizzy. I didn't even get dressed for a couple of minutes because I knew if I even touched my pussy I was going to cum, and I knew I wouldn't be able to keep quiet. I calmed down and went to work. Neither one of us said anything about what happened, and we just went back to our old routines. But I knew we were both still thinking about it.