A loving brother helps his shy sister come out of her shell
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I'm not a sick bastard!
I know it looks that way.
I'm sneaking into the bathroom while my younger sister is in the shower. Sure I glanced at her, but I wasn't there to spy and I couldn't see anything anyway. Her naked body was a dark shadow behind the opaque shower curtain. I didn't look to satisfy some prurient curiosity, I was checking to see if I had been detected as I crawled on the floor to complete my task of stealing her clothes and the towels.
I successfully pulled the towels off the bars and scooped up her clothes which were in a heap on the floor. I couldn't help but notice the stain on her panties and I swear I never intentionally smelled them. I didn't lift them to my nose. Her musky bouquet permeated her underwear and I got a whiff.
Once I had the targeted items, I crept out of the room and put them in her suitcase. I grabbed our luggage and a box full of towels, sheets, curtains, and anything someone could use to cover their body and hid everything in an old shed. I stripped off my clothes and left them there too.
I swear I'm not a sick fuck who is executing some elaborate and indecent scheme just to see his eighteen-year-old sister naked or, worse yet, to have sex with her. Maybe, It would help my case if I gave you some background information.
Hi, my name is Daniel. I'm twenty-two, a recent college graduate, and the only sibling of Shay. Our mother died five years ago so it's just my dad, Shay, and me. I love my kid sister and want the best for her. We were close when we were younger. We grew apart over the years due to the differences in our ages and personalities. I'm very social and outgoing and my sister is the opposite. She's always been quiet and shy.
My family wasn't worried about Shay when she was young. We expected her to become less timid and reserved as she got older, but it never happened. The death of our mother hit her particularly hard and I'd say it made her more introverted.
The last time I was home my father said, "Daniel, I'm very worried about Shay. She has no friends. She's never been on a date. Her life is school and her room. She barely interacts with me. I know it's tough finding oneself and the poor girl had to deal with puberty and the drama of high school without a mother."
"You did the best you could, Dad."
"Thanks, but I worry about her. How will she make her way through life? She's smart but she has no self-confidence and no social skills."
"High school can be tough with the cliques and bullies. She's going to college in the Fall. She'll have a chance at a fresh start."
"Yes, but I don't see her taking advantage of it. She'd have to reach out to others. Talk. Smile. Share. Those are not things she does. Daniel, your postgraduate studies abroad don't begin until August. Could you do something? Please spend time with her over the summer and get her to engage with people."
"Okay. I'll think of something."
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Educating myself on shyness was easy as there are plenty of books and articles on the subject. As I boiled down the treatises, I learned that the experts believe shy people lack confidence and let anxiety and fear - the fear of failure, rejection, criticism, or of being humiliated - control them and limit their interactions with others.
Shy people are their own worst enemy. They have an inner critic constantly questioning everything they consider saying or doing. This leads to inaction as they are afraid anything they say or do will be a mistake and embarrass them.
Those that have studied the issue suggest that to overcome shyness people need to engage with others, try new things, and learn that being vulnerable and making mistakes is okay. After all, no one is perfect.
The goal isn't just to give them a happier, more fulfilling life, but to avoid the negative effects of self-isolation. Shy people often feel lonely which can lead to depression and anxiety. They can self-medicate with alcohol or drugs and are at a higher risk to commit suicide.
That's why I did what I did. I wasn't living out some voyeuristic or incestuous fantasy. I love my sister and was trying to save her from becoming a recluse and living a sad, lonely life.
Here's my story. Judge for yourself. Am I a good brother or a sick bastard?
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Daniel stood naked in the hallway of the secluded lakefront house his father had rented. He heard the shower stop and the metal hooks rattle as they slid on the shower rod. Then there was silence. He imagined his sister was looking for a towel to dry her body after her morning shower.
"Daniel," she yelled. "Can you bring me a towel?"
"No."
"What? Why not?"
"Because there aren't any in the house."
"How can that be? I swear there were bath and hand towels in here when I got into the shower."
"There were. I snuck into the bathroom while you were showering and took them. I got rid of them along with all our clothes, the bedsheets, and anything we could cover ourselves with. Welcome to our naked summer!"
There was a pause. Daniel smiled as he imagined his sister looking perplexed as she processed this information. Her response was, "This isn't funny!"
"It isn't meant to be funny. Sis, I love you. This is an intervention. Dad and I are worried about you and your shyness."
"Is Dad here?" She sounded anxious.
"It's just you and me. When you were four, being shy was cute, but at eighteen it's a problem. Dad tells me you have no friends. No life."
"I have a life," she protested.
"In the Fall, you're going to college. It's a chance for a fresh start. Dad and I want you to have friends and be social. You're smart, pretty, and you deserve to be happy. Don't you want a BFF to confide in? A boyfriend who loves you?"
"I want a towel!"
"It's a beautiful day. I made coffee. Grab a cup and join me on the deck," Daniel said before he walked away.
He topped off his coffee, went to the deck, reclined on a lounger, and looked at the forest, the lake, and the sky. He smirked and imagined his sister cowering in the bathtub with water running off her body as she debated what to do.
Shay got out of the shower and searched the bathroom for a towel. Not finding one, she cursed her brother, slowly opened the door, and stuck her head out. Not seeing anyone, she scurried wet and naked to her room and quickly closed the door.
She searched the dresser, closet, and bedroom for something to wear and again came up empty. Her bed was a bare mattress and there were no pillows or curtains. Stymied, she cursed her brother again, "Damn it, Daniel! Where are my clothes!"
She opened her door slowly, peeked out into the hallway, not seeing anyone, she tiptoed down the hall with one hand covering her pussy and the other over her breasts. She searched the whole house and found no clothing.
She did find a small patterned throw pillow on the sofa. She took it and returned to her room where she fumed.
Three hours later, Shay walked naked to the deck where her brother was resting, and said, "You sick bastard!" Venom dripped from her lips.
Daniel turned and saw her clutching a small throw pillow to her groin and pressing an arm against her chest that squished her breasts. She looked angry. He said, "Hello, Shay," as he lay naked in the sun.
"Where are my clothes?"
"Gone with the sheets, towels, curtains, and anything that could cover our bodies."
"Why are you doing this?" she whined.
"It's summer. I thought we could work on our tan. You're as white as a ghost."
"You're not funny, Daniel."
He sat on the edge of the lounger facing her. She averted her eyes from his naked body as he said, "Dad and I are worried about you. We want a better, happier life for you. I understand you're anxious and terribly shy. I know you're fearful of making mistakes and appearing foolish. The answer is not to hole up in your room. Accept that you, like everyone else, will make mistakes. Most people will understand and forgive you and for those that won't, well, fuck 'em."
He stood exposing his body to her and said, "I know being nude is weird. I never imagined I'd be naked in front of my sister, but I had to do something to get you out of your rut. To shock you. The literature says you can get over your shyness by trying new things. This certainly is new." He laughed.
"The books suggest you engage more with others. Look people in the eye, greet them with a firm handshake, and talk to them. You'll realize that they aren't perfect and you don't have to be perfect. I promise the pleasure you derive from being closer to people by talking and sharing will be worth the anxiety and fear you'll feel. Friends are the key to a great life."
"So you brought me out here in the middle of nowhere for some grand experiment," Shay huffed. "And us being naked is going to have some transformational effect on me?"