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Bernie’s always been a bit pudgy. Sometimes more than a bit, depending on the season. But these days, Bernie’s at his lightest. He may have, at most, fifteen or so pounds of excess weight on him, but he’s always had lots of muscle from his football days. Fitter than a Dad Bod, but not cut like a Hollywood action star. Regardless, I was shocked when he dropped the pants and underwear to face me. I quickly turned away. “Okay, bro. Nothing wrong with that, nope! You’re just fine.”
“Do you mean it, Beebs? You hardly even looked.”
I was nodding fast. “Oh, yeah. You’re fine, bro. Just fine.”
“Come on. You’re being unfair. I’m not too fat?”
I quickly changed the direction of my head from a nod to a shake. “Nope, nope. Not fat. Lookin’ good, Berns. Fitter than I ever remember seeing you. I mean it.”
“But… come on… you know why I’m nervous. What about the rest of me?”
I switched the direction of my head movement yet again, back to nodding. Furiously. “All good, I promise.” I even did a thumbs up with my hand, but that was more for to me, to help block my vision and ensure I couldn’t see more of Bernie. The fact was, I can’t look at it. Ethically, that is. If I gazed on his package even a second longer, I might get too morbidly curious about it. I didn’t want to freak Bernie out, but if I had to guess, it’s about average in length. You know, it hangs down a few inches or so like most penises. I’m well aware they grow, and not everyone hangs as long as when they are erect. But it was the sheer girth of it. Getting intimate with Bernie is going to an intimidating, if not frightening act, for whomever is first to go. I’ve never seen such a fat cock in my life and I’ve watched enough porn to have seen a wide variety.
“C’mon, Beebs! You’re not even looking.”
I snapped my head back to Bernie and stared him in the eyes. Only in the eyes. I dared not drop them. Calmly, I said. “Bernie, I promise. You’re fine.” And in a desperate attempt to get Bernie’s clothes back on him, I screamed, “My turn!”
Bernie’s eyes went wide. “What? You want to do this, too?”
“Yeah, I want your opinion,” I lied, turning away again. I just wanted him to get dressed so I wouldn’t embarrass myself staring at his fat, fucking cock. I reached down for my socks. “Put your clothes on, please. It’s too weird with the both of us naked and alone in here.”
“Oh, yeah. Okay. Right.” Bernie fidgeted about and started getting dressed.
But now I had to follow through on showing off my naked body. I didn’t want to, but better than being subjected to embarrassing myself in a worse way. I don’t know why, but the instant I saw Bernie’s penis, I wanted to squeeze it. Feel it in my hands. The desire was impulsive. It’s just so thick. I think it might defy known laws of biology. I felt sorry for Bernie. Who was going to fit that fat thing in their pussy? To be honest, if anyone ever succeeds, I’d kind of like to watch. Like a Ripley’s Believe It Or Not experience.
“Um… I know you’re going to see everything in just a second, but could you turn around?” I asked Bernie. Goose bumps raced up my skin. I don’t think we’ve seen each other naked since the day of our births. Likely due to our conservative upbringing.
As insanely enthusiastic as our parents are about Nude Day, it is paradoxical to their true nature. Philthshire is a very progressive country. Mom and Dad are anything but. They are always checking up on Bernie and me, making sure we don’t get into trouble, that the people we hang out with are “nice” and that we don’t party like the average Philthshirian. We even go to church. Who goes to church these days? We do, that’s who.
But Mom and Dad are conservative. Into traditions. Somehow Nude Day gets a pass, but god forbid we go on a second date with someone without getting a two-hour lecture. Now I know why Mom allowed Bernie to date Paula for so long. Paula didn’t put out.
I finished undressing and closed my eyes breathing in, exhaling slowly. Finally, I opened them and turned around. “Okay, Berns. You can look. Tell me what you think.” My nerves had me shaking, but there was a bit of me that was truly curious what he thought. As much as I hate the healthy eating and daily workouts, I’ve been pretty satisfied with the results. I lost the belly fat without losing the tits and my ass firmed up a bit.
Bernie started turning to face me, saying, “I’m sure you look grea-” He stopped dead in his tracks. Like his brain melted or shut off for a second. Then he jumped around, his back to me again. “Yeah, definitely fine, sis!”
“Wait. What?” I screamed. “You didn’t even look at me for one second! How could you even make a judgment?”
Bernie stuttered, “I, uh.. um… y.. ya.. you… I… I mean, you’re good. Great! I mean it, sis. Nothing wrong at all. Much better than me!”
“I didn’t see anything wrong with you!” I yelled. “How could I be better than that?”
Bernie scoffed. I noticed his shadow bounced off the wall he was facing. “Yeah? And you think you looked at me any longer than I looked at you?” he asked.
He had me there. But fuck, I’m a girl! What guy doesn’t like a nude girl standing in front of them? Then again, he is my brother, so I realize it’s awkward on the surface alone. But still. Tits? Ass? Live and in the flesh? Any other guy would be ogling, right? “Bernie. What is it? Am I gross or something?”
Bernie was shaking his head fast, eyes clinched tightly closed. “You look great, Beebs, I swear! I really mean it! I’m gonna let you get dressed now, okay?”
“No, it’s not okay!” I pouted, as I snatched up my shirt and shorts. I was pretty fucking pissed. Bernie wasn’t telling me something and now my confidence was shattered. What the fuck did he not like about what he saw?
Bernie spoke while still facing the wall. “Hey, I’m gonna go to Heath’s and probably spend the night. I guess we should meet up on Nude Day first thing, okay?”
“It starts right here, right?” I waved to the bed, as that’s where we sleep and theoretically, we start the day naked. Bernie didn’t see me motioning, still too grossed out to look at me. “Okay. I’m dressed now,” I said.
Bernie sighed, relieved, and started his exit to the door. “Yeah, uh, so if I don’t see you tomorrow, I’ll meet you here first thing Saturday. Nude Day. We’re supposed to have breakfast prepared by 9 a.m.”
“Why is it the birthday people have to cook the breakfast?”
Bernie rolled his eyes. “I don’t know, but I dread the thought of cooking bacon.”
I laughed and Bernie left, leaving me wondering why he was so uncomfortable looking at me when I was undressed. His voice sounded like it was filled with angst… or disappointment. Something wasn’t right. I didn’t get to ask him or pursue it further. Not before Nude Day, anyway. Bernie stayed at Heath’s up until I went to bed on Friday night. I was kind of vaguely thinking he might be chickening out. The way I had reacted to seeing him naked was no better than the way he treated me. I hated myself for acting like that, but I couldn’t help myself. Fuck, Bernie’s cock was thick. The thing is, I saw it for such a brief flash of a moment, I couldn’t remember whether I thought of it as attractive or more like a curioso, like The Elephant Man. I knew I would be drawn to looking at it and I dreaded the idea of trying to resist the temptation all day.