Growing Up In A Small House.

I grew up in a small house. Besides our parents, there were 4 of us kids in a three bedroom, one bathroom house. My 3 sisters share the largest bedroom while my parents had the medium sized one and mine was the smallest.
The bathing routine was a daily logistical nightmare except the fact that our parents always got the bathroom first and then left for work.
A complete hot shower was like finding a purple unicorn.
So given these challenges it was common for us kids to see each other in various stages of undress or even totally naked.
No big deal.
My 2 oldest sisters even shared the shower together on occasions. Most of the time it was after volleyball practice.
Being one of the middle children and the only boy I usually found myself sandwiched between sisters in just about every situation. Sometimes even last in the pecking order when the 3 of them would conspire against me. Haha
This is the way we grew up. Even as we got older and became teenagers the reality of our living situation seemed to become more hectic.
Of course going through puberty was awkward as we noticed each others differences. Breasts were developing, pubic hair was becoming prevalent and voices were changing. I was an easy target when my voice cracked.
There didn't really seem to be anything sexual in nature. Most of the time we were just doing what we needed to do.
When I was 13 though, I had just had gotten home from school and needed a shower badly as I had missed the last few days.
I had just walked in the house to find my oldest sister, Janet, just stepping into the bathroom. She was notorious for long showers and the biggest offender of the hot water users! I knocked and cracked the bathroom door open to see her dropping her volleyball shorts to the floor.
I tried to negotiate with her to let me shower first as I would be quicker.
"I wont be that long and I'm already undressed."
And she pushed the door closed.
There was nobody else home and it seemed like she disnt care that her little bother was standing in the hallway waiting.
After what seemed like an eternity of waiting I went in to the bathroom to harass her to get out!
She slid the curtain open...
"Come here you little shit! Come over here!"
I closed the bathroom door behind me and walked over to the shower.
"Get out of your clothes and get in you little fucker."
I could tell she was a little pissed at me. I usually did what she told me. Being almost 18 at the time Janet was the "defacto-mom" when our parents were gone.
Typical first born.
I peeled my clothes off and stepped into the shower with her. She grabbed the bar of soap and started to quickly lather me up. From shoulders to stomach and back, her hands moved hurriedly around. I felt somewhat like a rag doll. Even at one point almost losing my balance when she spun me back around to face her.
She lathered her hands and took my penis into her hands.
Yeah, you guessed it.
I had a full blown erection. She looked down and smiled.
"Am I giving you a boner??"
She lightly squeezed my penis a couple of times then giggled.
She rolled my foreskin back and with her soapy hand stroked me a few times.
It occurred to me that this was the first time I had seen my sister as a sexual person or viewed her from a sexual perspective.
Sure , I was going through puberty and had masturbated but I don't recall my sisters ever being the focus of my masterbation before that. It just seemed weird.
Still seems weird.
She re-lathered her hands and handed me the bar of soap.
"Wash your ass-crack, I ain't doing that for you!"
She reached again for my crotch and with both hands ran a hand along my penis and then rubbed and cupped my balls. She rinsed her hands and then squirted shampoo on my head.
"Now wash your hair and then get the fuck out so I can finish!"
I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair and did what she said. She pulled the curtain closed behind me. I toweled off and stood in front of the sink and grabbed the hair dryer.
Janet shut the water off and got out and stood behind me drying off.
"You still got a stiffy?"
She reached around from behind me and slid her hand under my bath towel and grabbed my penis.
Of course it was hard.
Janet dropped my towel to the floor and started to stroke me. I grabbed her hand and told her to stop! She pulled my hand away and and shushed me. She worked the sensitive edge of my head with her forefinger and thumb.
Wow... did that feel good!
I practically melted her arms.
She feverishly stroked me and at some point I became keenly aware of her breasts up against my back.
I watched her masterbate me in the mirror and remember her smile grew when I was getting close to orgasm and she stroked harder.
I orgasmed and shot my load
onto Janet's hand and into the sink.
She raised her hand to her nose, smelled it then took a little on her finger and touched the end of her tongue. She quickly spit it j to the sink!
Janet grabbed my towel off the floor and wiped the semen from her hand.
"Wash that stuff down the drain and whatever you do, dont ever fucking tell anyone about this or I'll beat your ass!"
Nothing like that ever happened again.
Janet acted like nothing had happened but I did notice that she would cover herself around me after that.
A few years later I brought up our little bathroom fun and she told me to "shut the fuck up."
To this day we've never talked about it and it's probably for the best.