The story starts when I was 16 years old and it's about me and my 13 years old brother Nate. 
It contains my journal entries and sometimes the actual dialogues as much as I remembered them when it was written, and also my internal monologues.

Usually my family just moved to a new place every 2 or 3 years, but this time things didn't go as planned, we had to left the old house, but the new one was still not empty. Long story short, we end up in a quite small flat with 2 bedrooms, and 2 bathrooms and a not too big living room which also served as a kitchen.

Obviously my parents took one room, and you can guess about me and my brother. Yess, we had to share on the other one.

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April 11

First day here and I'm already feeling horrible. Not exaclty because of him but I hate this situation.
I think we got along well as brother and sister in the past except for some little fights, but as long as I remember we had separate rooms. I want my room back. Or any place where there is some privacy. Now I either have to deal with his, or my parents bullshit. Okay, I know we are canines. We are social creatures... but this is a bit too much. Okay I stopped whining.

Dad told me it might remain like this for weeks. AAAaarrrrggghhhhhh

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April 14

Okay, it's not that frustrating as it was in the beggining. We sort of got along, but I think the lack of privacy was bothering for both of us in the first few days. Besides that everything was fine, we actually chatted about a lot of stuff in this period, and we even had some good laughs.

But there is something which was only a bit uncomfortable in the first day, but now it's getting very annyoing.

The whole family wakes up in the morning about the same time, and the parents immediately occupies the other bathroom, which means we have to share the other, which opens from our room. We're trying to shower, getting dry, brushing our teeth, and might also spending a little time on the toilet, while the other have to wait outside. This is unmanagable. I don't have that much time until he gets everything done, and he also doesn't show any signs of waking up earlier just because of this reason.

I have to talk with him about this.

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April 15

Okay, we agreed about a solution which hopefully makes the bathroom situation a bit better.

We talked about a few options about one of us alternatly wakes up earlyer, but it wouldn't have work for too long, so we switched to plan B.

So in the bathroom the shower cabin has blurred glass walls and door. You can see if someone is in there, but you can barely got his silhouette. And what takes the most time in the morning? Taking a shower and getting dried, so the plan is that until either of us is under the shower, the other one can came in and do his stuff.

I'm a bit nervous about this whole thing. I don't think he's a little perv (Okay, I think he is), bet we haven't seen each other nude for about 10 years. And yess, the wall is blurred, but I will still stand there in nothing. Seemengly he also have this discomfort, but we don't have a better idea.

And we agreed to start it tomorrow... 

Ahhh, are we there for long?

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April 17

So the New Bathroom Policy (NBP) happened and I think it wasn't as horrible as we expected but still a bit awkward.

On the first day of the NBP I was the first who arrived in the shower, and not much time later I already heard him knocking. I told him to come in and by the noise I assume, he started to run the tap and brush his teeth. 

It was a very strange feeling but also kind of... exciting? Being nude in front of someone you not supposed to, even if they can't exactly see you, but they still knew you are there.
I quickly stopped daydreaming and finished washing myself, then stopped the water.

But then I realized there will be another problem.

The towel holder was in front of the cabin, so I had to open the door and take a step or two to reach the opposite wall of the bathroom. And to make this even worse, next to the towels there is the sink where my brother stood, and it doesn't matter if he's facing the other direction because there is a huge mirror, so he actually sees everything in the reflection. 

So my choices was to wait for him to finish, or ask him to go out. That was so embarrassing, but I also didn't want to back up from our agreement right on the first day.

But I'm sure he saw nude girls before. Maybe If I try to cover myself... Yeah, maybe that could work I thought.

So I got a big breath, covered my pussy with one hand, and my breasts with the other, and stepped out. I glanced at him in the reflection and I saw him imadiatelly looking away. 
The bastard! I knew it!

Anyway, there was no turn back, only with the towel. I just grabbed it, while did my best to keep myself covered, and than steped back into the cabin to getting dried. Well, I guess it wasn't that bad. In worst case he got a glimpse of my breasts. So I got myself dry in the narrow cabin, then wrapped the towel around me.

"Your turn, I'm going to dress." I said while leaving the bathroom.
"Uhh, ok." heard his answer as the door is closed.

In this "uhh, ok", there wasn't any strange I think, so I guess this was a valid solution, and I didn't brake his little innocent soul. Just joking. I caught him looking. I knew he's a perv.

The rest of the day was quite uneventful. I just felt a bit unfear that I missed the point how he had to solve the same problem. Anyway, maybe another day.

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April 27

I haven't wrote here anything for a while, but because I decided to document this part of my life I want to continue. Maybe one day it will be funny to read what kind of pointless and irrevelent problems I had as a 16 year old girl.

So in the last few days the new morning routine worked pretty well, I haven't get prepared for school so fast since we are here. One of us took the shower cabin, the other do the ramaining stuff, then we switched. Of course if he was the first to wake up, I was the one, who got to see him stepping out of the shower covering his penis and balls with his hand, while trying to get a towel from the stack, without pulling down everything from that shelf. But I had to admit, that I enjoyed seeing his lean naked body... it's a shame he covered himself.

But I want to write about something else.

There is another aspect of the lack of privacy, because lack of privacy also means a lack of masturbation. I was doing it about every 2 or 3 days before, but now I didn't have a place to go for spending some alone time, without making it too obvious. The mornings in the shower are not really poosible because the of the above reasons, the afternoons after shool is also quite risky, because if he still not home he can arrive any time (his school schedule is quite rapsodic). Sometimes he go out with his friends, but the parents also have a bad habbit of ripping up the door without knocking at daylight. The only remaining period is the night, I only have to wait until he falls asleep. But I also have to be careful to not make too much noise, because our beds are side by side, with 1 meter gap between them.

And I think he got to the same conclusion, that the only possible time to do it is night, because last night I woke up for some reason, turned to my other side, and tried to sleep back. Then I started to hear some rythmic noise from his side, like something rubbing the sheet. And I just realized. 

Is he just jerking off?

He's never admited it openly, but he also had sex ed in school, and when something like sex or mastrubation is mentioned he obviously known what it is. And he's also in the age, when boys favourite thing is polishing their helmet. 

After a few minutes I had no doubt about he's jerking off. When he thought I fall back asleep again, he increesed his speed. I opened my eye a little, but there was fully dark, so I ccould't see a thing, but clearly hear his hand rubbing againts his sheet. Besides this he was mostly silent. Maybe a heard a little gasp, maybe it was just my imagination, but by his movement it was quite noticable when he orgasmed. After finishing he adjusted his pillow, moved a little, then probably went back to sleep. 

But gosh. Did he just wipe his dick into the sheets? Or he didn't produce that much yet? Anyway, it's gross. 

Note to myself: 
NEVER EVER SIT ON OR TOUCH HIS BED!

As there was full silence in the room again, I tried to fall back to sleep, but after a few minutes I caught myself trying to imagine how his dick looks like. And in my imagination the shape of his nude body just start to getting clearer, and clearer, as he lays back on his bed, and rubbing his penis with one hand, while playing with his balls with the other, and I also start to feel aroused.

No, not because of him. I mean... because he was fapping next to me, but not BY him. Anyway, nobody reads this journal.

So I was just lying there horny, but I couldn't risk fingering myself. If he still wasn't asleep, and find out that I fingered myself after he jerked off, he would have think I'm a perv or something.

Also, he's my brother, and this is bad. I just forced my toughts to other things, and fell asleep soon.

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April 29

Last night a heard him fapping again, but this time he was a bit louder I think. Lil bro is getting careless, haha. 

I couldn't wait until he falls asleep so I can finally touch myself. It was soo good circling around my clit, pushing a finger into my hole, then another... 
...and somehow in the final moments I imagined him jerking off in the shower. What I would see from the outside. Then in my fantasy he opened the door, stepped out still not stopping...
It was an amazing orgasm.

And I repeat, I didn't get aroused by him, I'm getting aroused by what he did. You know, it's like watching porn. It can turn you on, but that doesn't meen you want anything from the people on the screen. 
Why am I writing this here anyway.

Next morning I should pay a bit more attention to that blurred glass when he is inside. Mybe I could catch something spicy... hehe

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May 3

A new month arrived and we are still here. Slowly it's starting to feel normal. Nothing special happened in the last few days, just usual teenager stuff, busy school days, parents still running around hysterically about the unsuccesfull house purchasing attempt, blah blah...

I also witnessed Nate almost dropping the towel after showering, but damn... he was too fast. Maybe I saw something, just for a split second. :)

I had to admit it's nice to see his lean body... even if he covers himself.

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May 5

That was a crazy day... in all aspects.

This morning I checked my phone after waking up, and then the realization hit me: I overslept by almost an hour. I jumped out of the bed raced to the bathroom, and I was totally panicking. Why the school have to change the fucking class schedule? 

I had to took shower, get dressed, comb my tail, and everything. And all of this in less than a minute if poosible. The shower was already running, and below it was bro, who probably didn't had first class that day.

"Please, hurry hurry, I overslept, I'm going to late. Ohh my god, I'm already late."
"I just started the water. Give me ten minutes."
"What? I don't have ten minutes. Hurry! Oh my god, I will late from the second class too because of you." 
"No, it's because of you! You didn't woke up in time."
"Hey, don't be like that! I also have to finish my homework. Mrs. Burton will kill me, that woman is the devil himself."
"Thats your problem."

And somehow I lost my mind and just started to yell at him.

"What are you thinking you lil' shit. Don't pretend this bathroom is only yours."

And at this moment he just stopped the water, steped out of the cabin with a very angry look on his face, took his towel, and started drying his back, while looking at my eyes. And all of that without any attempt to cover himself. He was actually stood fully nude in front of me.

"Then go and take you shower, bitch."

I just couldn't move but stare in shock.

I don't know what shocked me more, the realization what an asshole I was, the b* word what is very uncommon from him, or that he was still looking in my eye.

Probably a few seconds passed again, but I couldn't do anything alse, just said sorry and mumbled something about I could skip this day, then I left the bathroom.

After the morning that day passed like the others, except that of course I get a wrong grade from Mrs. Burton because of my lazy ass.

What a bitch, if I hadn't been late, probably this wouldn't have happened. But anyway, it was my bad after all.

Well when I met with Nate again in the evening, it looked like he wasn't mad at me anymore, and none of us mentioned what happened. 

But every downside has an upside. For the first time I actually had a good look on his dick. I mean as much as I was able in the given circumstances. And I have to tell that I liked it. He was flaccid, but still a nice size. Maybe is it because of his slim build? Anyway, I will definitely touch myselft tonight.

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May 8

It's still before school, but he left a moment ago and I have to write this down.

So, I woke up and Nate was under the shower. I looked in the mirror, tried to decide if I should wash my hair, or is it fine for one more day, and so on. Nothing crazy yet. 

Then he just stopped the water, opened the shower cabin door, casually walked out, and started to dry himself in the open, while saying good morning.

I tried not to stare too hard through the mirror, while I wondered if something is wrong with him, but he just started chatting about stuff as we did usual.
He asked if mom is awake, because he have to bring in some monthly fee, he talked about the volley ball classes, then he asked me to make a little room at the sink, and he stood next to me and started brushing his teeth... in his birthday suit.

I couldn't pretend that everything is normal, so I had to ask him.
"Are you okay? Don't you get dressed?"
"I will. Just I hate to drying inside the cabin. My towel gets soaked by the side, before I'm getting dry, and there is much more room outside. Also clothes get wet from the water drops everywhere. 

Thats a point, I hate that part too.

"...and you also saw me a few days ago." he continued.

I apologized him again about that incident, he apoligized about calling me bitch, then he get clothed and left with a big smile.

Sooo let's summarize it.
1. Looks like we won't hate each other for the rest of our lifes.
2. I don't know if he did this because of remorse, or he make this his morning routine, but I definitelly don't mind it. I loved to see his flaccid penis swaying side-by-side while he was toweling himself, or hanging in front of his balls.
3. Why am I wet now? Shit I have to go to school. This feels so wrong.

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May 10

At the previous morning it happened again. Then at this morning. Then in the afternoon he also changed in front of me going nude for a minute. Does he enjoy showing off himself? Or Do I enjoy seeing him showing off?

I just started to wonder if I should copy his practice... just for the reasons he told, nothing else. Okay, maybe also because it feels a bit unfair to cover myself while he's walking around nude. Maybe also because it's a bit... kinky? Is this the right word? I'm clueless what to do, but I'm sure, if he continues this I will do my best to catch every moment of him being nude.

BTW, last nigh I also caught myself fantasizing about grabbing and cuddling with him when he is in the nude... you know just for fun. Maybe giving him some touches... Well of course it will never happen, but it gives a nice feeleing... I won't be bored tonight either. ;)

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May 12

We are here for a month, and for the first time I think I like it.

I wondered what is my relationship with Nate. Of course we are siblings... but we are also roommates right now... and after all of those things I mentioned earlier I wondered that... is there something more?

And not just beacuse of his 'nudity' thing.
I feel like we are getting closer to each other. We laugh a lot, we have fun and also... Sometimes we're talking about stuff we've never discussed before... like our feelings, our thoughts... and it feels like sometimes we share things with each other we never wanted to share with anyone... 
Last night we talked for about an hour... about my first kiss... and touches and explorations... he also told a few things about girls he like... then we both fall asleep.

I can't believe he shared those things with me.

Is it a bad thing? 

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May 14

He continued being nude around me, and I have no complaints. When I close my eyes I can see his cute nude body in front of me. He even hugged me once while being nude, pressing his privates to my tights.
This is so bad... but I enjoyed it so much.

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May 15

I decided to go for it. If he can be nude so naturally, I can do it too. I feel guilty by covenring myself all the time. I want to change. I decided to do it the next morning.

I feel aroused, nervous, brave, and shy at the same time. I also feel doubt within myself.

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