Undressing in Front of my Brother

I look at my brother awkwardly shifting around in front of me, clearly a bit uncomfortable with the position he’d found himself in. I hadn’t taken anything off yet, but my sweater was already halfway over my head when he came in so it’s not exactly much of a mystery what I was about to do, and even if he came before I’d started undressing it seems clear my brother is picturing what kind of awkwardness may have happened if he’d come a little bit later.

He'd come just as I was about to get changed. Too bad.

Maybe I'll just go ahead anyway. Nothing like having your brother in the room to spice things up when you’re going to get naked - especially when I know he’s almost certainly going to find it more embarrassing than I will.

"Should I leave?"

"No? Just give me a moment to finish changing. Feel free to sit on my bed while you wait."

I pull the sweater I’d been wearing over my head. My brother doesn’t react to it, but of course he wouldn’t. It’s just a sweater. The now exposed t-shirt I was wearing under my sweater though? If I take that off, surely he’s going to notice. So I look his way, then pull it off too.

He looks mildly embarrassed, but otherwise just sits there frozen. Not good enough. I want more, want him to really notice me. I take off my socks, and let my skirt fall to the floor. This, at last, seems to have gotten his attention. My brother’s face has a visible flush to it.

With most of my clothes off, I am left standing there in only my underwear. I hadn’t planned on switching underwear. But now this is about more than just a change of clothes. It’s about showing off, about flaunting my body to my brother. About getting him interested in me. I want to turn him on, I realize. This isn't just about embarrassing him anymore.