Public Nudity/Your older brother returning from combat overseas

Perhaps it was fate that made you pause, or maybe a last moment of hesitation at exposing yourself to whoever is on the other side other the door, but you don't open the door just yet, and instead stand on your tiptoes to look out the window on the door and see who's there. And it's a good thing you paused, otherwise you'd be on the floor from shock.

There, still wearing his army greens with a large military issue bag hanging off his shoulder, is your older brother Kevin. He had short cut brown hair as apposed to the longer locks he once had and the beginnings of a five o'clock shadow but it's him alright. You have to lean on the door to keep from falling over as your mind runs a mile a minute.

It's Kevin! He's finally home! And he almost saw me naked! Oh my god, I almost got seen completely naked by my own brother! That is not what I planned for! Abort! Abort!

As much as you desire to show off your bare body to the world, your older brother is out of the question, at least for the moment. For one you don't want things to be awkward between you two especially now that he's back, but he also could let slip to the rest of the family about you answering the door naked and risk ruining your favorite hobby.

With that in mind you swiftly back away from the door and unwrap the towel from your head and wrap it around your body and make sure it's secure with no chance of falling off. It's not the biggest towel, ending above mid-thigh and showing off a good amount of cleavage but it gets the job done. You smooth back your dark red locks so they're out of your face, calm yourself once again, and quickly throw open the door.

"Kevin!"

Kevin, who was looking off to the side a moment ago, turned his gaze to the door. There was a brief smile on his face before a stunned look crossed his features. You knew what it was automatically but didn't let that stop you as you lunged forward and wrapped your older brother in the biggest bear hug you could manage.

"You're back! I missed you so much!" you say while nuzzling your face into his chest.

After a moment the shock of seeing a towel clad teenage in the place of his baby sister must have worn off as you feel both his arms wrap around your back in a deep embrace. He leans his head down and rest a cheek atop your head and you can feel his facial hair scratch at your scalp through your hair as he talks.

"I missed you too Claire, every day. I'm so glad to be back."

He pulls back and kisses the top of your head. You smile into his chest as your heart flutters, overwhelmed with joy of having your brother back again. You hold each other a moment longer before pulling away. You take a step back and hold your arms behind your back as you rock back and forth on your feet.

Kevin looks you up and down and it dawns on you that you're still only wearing a towel, and with the position you're in your boobs are being thrust forward and calling attention to them. Not to mention it looks like your older brother's checking you out. You know he isn't, but still being around someone with just a towel for cover gets your heart pumping a little faster, and the fact that it's with your brother just makes it even more exhilarating.

After looking you over one last time (he didn't linger on your boobs for a moment, did he?), he smirks and speaks.

"You are Claire right? I remember Claire as scrawny little girl in baggy clothes, not a lovely young lady who prances about in towels!"

You blush at hearing his complement, but decided to play along and tease him a bit.

"You're right, I'm not Claire, I'm your welcome home present! Why don't you bring me inside and unwrap me? Or would you rather do that right here?"

As you say this you bring your arms up behind your head and cock your hips to the side in an inciting pose. It seems to catch Kevin off guard as he stands there mouth agape in surprise for a second before the both of you start laughing.

"Yep, you're her alright. It's a good thing too, otherwise, after four years of shared army barracks with dozens of other guys, I would've taken you up on that offer!"

He laughs to himself at the joke while you're too stunned to respond, the thought of him just ripping off your towel on the front porch sending a thrill down your spine. Your shocked reaction just makes him laugh harder and he takes a moment to collect himself.

"Come on, let's go inside," he says while grabbing his bag.

The two of you head into the house and go sit on the couch in the living room. You and your family have kept in touch with him over video calls, but even so you ask question after question about the army and what it was like, and like a proper big brother he answers each one you throw at him. You were wondering if he was going to say something about how you're still dripping wet in a towel, but after the tenth question you figured he didn't care.

"Okay, my turn, why are you wearing a towel?"

Spoke too soon.

"Because I just got done with the shower when I discovered my brother came back home after four years overseas. I wasn't going to let a lack of clothes stop me from spending time with you!"

Granted, a lack of clothes did stop you, but that's besides the point.

"Fair enough, but speaking of showers I'm gonna go take one myself. I had a long, sweaty flight and I would like a nice hot shower, preferably one I can take my time and enjoy. While I do that I suggest you go get changed into something more decent before Mom, Dad, and the others get back."

"They wont be home until the afternoon. And besides, maybe I like lounging around in a towel after my showers."

To sell the point lean back and lay your arms on the back of the couch while crossing your legs, the action pushing your chest out once more and bunching your towel further up you legs, leaving them almost entirely exposed.

Kevin was already standing up as you did this and he just rolled his eyes at you.

"Sure you do. Even if that's true you should at least dry yourself off so Mom doesn't yell at your for soaking the couch."

"Crap!"

Your brother laughed as he grabbed his bag and you jumped up off the couch. He went upstairs as you checked to see how wet you made the couch (not very) and once you heard the bathroom door shut a minute later you unwrapped yourself and started drying off while considering his words.

Will you listen to him?

• Yes, go get dressed
• No, stay in your towel Request (duh) --Notsooldpervert (talk) 05:36, 20 January 2020 (CET)
• Yes, but not just yet