I don’t really remember when I first started using the bottom of the bathroom closet for comfort. I would wager I was a child and it started with my brother and I. And I know it started as just that, comfort and shielding from the fights our parents were having downstairs. Our bedrooms shared a bathroom and as early as I could remember, as soon as dad got home my brother would come into my bedroom and pull me out of bed, most of the time half asleep, and we would go into the bathroom and hide in the closet. He would cover my ears and force a smile the whole time even as I caught him cringing from time to time with the various things he was hearing.
As we grew up it became just me hiding in the closet, a set of earbuds and a small mp3 player filled with fun and cheerful songs waited for me in there. I had a little throw pillow and a blanket, I had actually decorated it as much as the bottom shelf in a bathroom closet can be decorated. Our parents divorced when I was 13, so that closet space just became my own little nook for hiding when I needed to not be found for a while. It was cramped, but I had a slight build. My brother was the only one who could find me when I was hiding in there and he got into the habit of checking it before showering as he entered his teen years.
My brother had gone away to grad school and he was coming home for the first time in over a year the next day, just in time to help me celebrate my 21st birthday in proper drunken fashion. I was anxious about seeing him and couldn’t sleep, so I did what I often did, I climbed into the closet on a pillow with a book and a book light that only ever lasted an hour because it was a battery hog, and read until I fell asleep.
I was awakened by the banging of the pipes to the shower and my brother’s hushed curses over the unexpected noise. I was about to open the closet door to see what was going on when he opened it. He reached up and grabbed a few towels and some other odds and ends and never even looked down to where I was.
He was completely naked and I was basically less than half a foot away from his cock when he turned and shut the closet door again, well mostly shut it anyways. I just knelt on the floor in shock as I listened to my brother step into the tub to take his shower.
I wondered if I could maybe sneak past him and back into my room while he was behind the glass door, but I kept hesitating at the closet door, my back pressed against the shelves and trying to not open the door too much, or give myself away. I peaked around the corner and saw him blindly reaching out for the hook we would hang our towels on, soap dripping into his eyes. I thought it was my shot to get out of there. I started tiptoeing out of the closet and glanced his way, rather involuntarily, and my eye was drawn to the cloudy glass highlighting his rather large and obviously hard cock.
I cringed for a moment, reminding myself he was my brother, and started to tiptoe away from my hidey hole, when the damn closet door decided to betray me. It squeaked with what was possibly the fucking loudest and longest door squeak ever, and my brother opened the shower door to see who was coming into the bathroom.
My cheeks felt like they were on fire and he looked rather mortified as he realized I wasn’t staring at his face.
“Cover your eyes!” he yelled at me as he scrambled to grab a towel, knocking his off of the hook it had been hanging on.
I instinctively followed his directions and basically punched him in the face as he started to bend down to retrieve his fallen towel and I went to cover my eyes at the exact same time. He stumbled back and I grabbed his hand to keep him from slipping in the tub, but given he was about 6’ 2” and 180 pounds, and I was about 5’ (in heels) and easily half his weight, he just pulled me into the shower with him as he fell.
It was quite bad, honestly.
He landed on his side, mostly on one knee and his hand, and I landed right beside him with my hand accidentally grabbing his cock as I tried to scramble back to my feet and out of the tub, only to find it slicked with what I thought was spilled shampoo or conditioner, causing me to fall back on my ass next to my brother.
I was blushing brightly and he tried to stand up, but similarly failed and landed on top of me. Then he just started laughing. I was pushing him, but he was much too heavy for me to push off of me fully. He slowly got his footing at the end of the tub and was able to shift to the side so as not to be crushing me, all the while he was trying to contain full on belly laughs.
I scowled and started to move, but he grabbed my shoulder and held me still. He caught his breath and managed to speak between smaller laughs, “Stop, stop, you’re just making it worse. Your fucking baby oil spilled.”
I looked up and saw the pink capped bottle on its side in the tub and just above my head, the majority of a fresh bottle pouring around me and soaking into my night shirt and panties. We were spreading it around every time we tried to stand up.
He looked down towards the drain, a bit of the oil was pooling at our feet and our hands were slicked with it. He looked back to me, a big smile on his face, “I told you you should start using something else to shave your legs with. How many times have I told you that one day you’re gonna slip and die because of that stuff.”
I was pouting a bit, “It works the best though…just help me up? You’re kinda poking me…” I pointed down towards him.
He looked down and his cheeks flushed as he realized his cock was resting on my hip and poking towards my stomach from the direction he was laying. “Right…pull your shirt off.”
I glared and he hit my shoulder with his not as oil-slicked hand, “So we can use it to get leverage on the tub. I’d get a towel, but if I move my hand at all I’m going to fall on you again. If it weren’t so tight on you, I’d probably be able to use it while you were wearing it, but unless you want my full weight on you, which would probably crush you, while I try to get up, you have to take it off.”
I grumbled, “Close your eyes…”
He groaned, “I can’t get out of the tub with my eyes closed, Lex. Besides, fair’s fair you perv.”
I sighed, “I didn’t…I wasn’t trying to see you in the shower…I was sleeping in the closet…you woke me up…”
He just looked me in the eye and smirked, “Fair’s still fair,” he used the hand he wasn’t propping himself up on to lift my shirt over my breasts, some of the oil from his hand slicked over them as he brushed against my skin, “See, now I’ve seen you, just pull it off before mom comes to see what all the noise was…”
I pouted and wriggled my way out of my top, he took it and spread it out next to me and was able to put his weight on it to shift off of the oil covered hand that had been holding him up. He was stradling my hips, his cock resting on my stomach, throbbing a bit, as his left leg started slipping downward and his right knee was carefully supporting most of his weight on my shirt. He reached out of the tub and got a towel that allowed him to pull himself out of the tub fully. He slipped when he stepped out onto the tile but caught himself on the edge of the tub and got his clothes under his feet so he could help me up too.
I slapped his hands and scowled at him, “I can get up myself.”
His smirk widened a bit, but he pulled his hands away and watched me struggle for a few seconds to get onto my stomach and get the towel under me enough to kneel on it, then to stand on it. Then I climbed out of the tub next to him, slipping on the tile the exact same way he had done. He caught me and laughed as he basically lay me down on the floor as I slipped from his grip from both of us being fairly coated in baby oil.
“Why are you laughing so much?” I shot at him as he reached into the closet and got me a towel.
“Because the other options are to cry or kill myself because my baby sister not only saw me naked, but actively, even if accidentally, handled my cock and I kept inadvertently fucking poking her with it because…” he trailed off and shook his head as he threw the towel at me. He sighed and wrapped a towel tightly around his waist, “You didn’t get hurt in the fall did you?”
I shook my head, “Outside of my pride, no. I think I’m fine.”
He looked from me back to the tub, “We can’t go to bed covered in baby oil…it’ll stain the sheets and mom…”
I cringed a little, “Will be pissed we ruined the sheets?”
“Among other things,” he whispered to himself.
He picked up the bottle of baby oil, capped it, and put it outside of tub. The water from the shower head pushed some of the oil down towards the drain, but not enough of it, so he grabbed a towel and laid it in the bottom of the shower, a thick cottony barrier between oily skin and slippery porcelain. “The hot water is going to run out soon, so you should shower first. I’ll take a cold one after you.”
I nodded and he helped me climb in to the shower and stand on the towel without shifting it. He looked down at my feet, “Is it working?”
I moved my feet a little and didn’t feel like I was going to fall, “Yeah,” I said.
He closed the shower door and leaned against the wall just outside, waiting.
I pulled my panties off and threw them in the back of the shower and took the soap to wash up, but for reasons still not entirely known to me, I opened the shower door a bit, “We can share the hot water you know?”
He looked at each of the handles on the bathroom doors, both were locked, then he climbed into the shower with me.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ab50cp/homecoming_part_1_adult_siblings_nudity_no_sex