I’m a rather slim guy and decently hairy. I was 17 years old and nearing the end of puberty. I was your average guy there was absolutely nothing special about me. Now for a bit of info about myself at the time when the rest of the story takes place.
When I was 17 my family decided to take a two week long vacation to Florida and that we would get two rooms. My brother and I didn’t see each other naked from then on. It only took about a week before the entire move was done and I was settled in, happy, to go through puberty in privacy. We had a play room which was always going to be turned into my room when we got old enough and that’s what we did. I talked to my dad and he agreed that it was the right thing to do. I had started puberty and had grown uncomfortable changing in front of my brother. When I was 12 my parents decided that it would be a good idea for us to have separate rooms. We’d change in front of each other, occasionally share a shower, and use the toilet at the same time. We hadn’t hit puberty yet and didn’t have the shyness that comes with it. He’s 3 years younger than me so for a long time that wasn’t a problem. I’m currently 21 but this is about something that happened a couple years back… I guess I should introduce myself…My name is Charlie and my brother’s name is Steven. It is a work of fiction and I intend to write several more chapters. This is my first attempt at a story so I would appreciate any comments, suggestions, and criticisms.