I left the bathroom to walk a short way down the hall to my room. As usual, I was naked.
Leaving the bathroom, a left turn goes to my room. A right turn goes to my sister's room, as well as our parent's - although they have their own bathroom. So why not walk naked after a shower? Even if someone sees me, they could only see my butt! And I don't have to gather up clothing and carry them to the bathroom and get dressed there, or wear a wet towel to keep in my room. Efficiency, I say! Plus I kind of like being naked for a while. I mean, it's not like we were kids. I was over 20 years old (I know, still living with parents!) and my sister had turned 18 months ago. We were not naive, and far from virgins.
So this day I left the bathroom naked and turned left towards my room. No-one else around. I was safe. I knew my sister was around but as I said, no big deal.
Then I got to my room.
I walked in without really looking around, so I was several steps inside before I saw it. A girl sitting on the floor by my bed. What?
"What the..." I started to say.
Then I saw a second girl. Yes, I thought, they are both girls. But only one was my sister!
"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked one or both of them.
"Holy shiiiiit!" whispered the girl who wasn't my sister.
"Told you," said my sister.
"I said, what the fuck is going on?"
I spotted the underwear I had been wearing before my shower, grabbed it, and held it in front of me. Not really shy, but somehow you feel more vulnerable when you're naked and have no idea what is going on.
My sister finally spoke to me. "I told Sara that you had a big one, and she wanted to see."
I had no idea what she was talking about. "A big what?"
As I said it I realized what she meant, but not in time to keep them from bursting out giggling. I opened my mouth to tell them to get out, but before I could Sara crawled over to me and tugged on my shorts.
"Don't cover it up!" she said. "I already saw it."
I held the cloth firm on her first tug, but by the second one I was wondering why. Why would I resist to keep a pretty girl like her from looking at my dick? And so she pulled it away. Leaving me standing naked in front of her once again.
She still had not looked at my face, only at my dick. "You're right. It's lovely!"
As much as I appreciated the compliment, I was wondering how my sister knew what my dick looked like. She must have seen it more than the two glimpses that I was aware of. And why was my sister talking about my dick to her friends?
My thoughts were interrupted when I felt Sara's hand on my dick. I was greatly shocked and began to get hard. Her hand grasped and squeezed the shaft, then went up towards the tip. One finger roamed over the ridge and the soft tip.
"Do you mind if I touch it?" She asked.
"It's a little late to be asking," I replied.
She giggled and looked at me for the first time. "But you don't mind, right?" As she began stroking the length of the shaft.
I smiled and shook my head slowly, side to side.
"So hard. So big," Sara said. "Anna, you have to feel this."
Anna had moved closer in order to have a better view, but she shook her head. "Sara, he's my brother!"
"So?" Sara asked. "It's a dick. It could be anyone's. Just look at the dick, not the person."
To my surprise Anna seemed to be hesitating. "No, I ... I just couldn't. It's just ... not right."
"Who cares?" continued Sara. "And, Anna, this is honestly the nicest cock I've ever experienced."