I was supposed to be an only child as my parents wanted a small family. But when I was 8, they got a bit careless and my little sister Donna was born! Everybody loved Donna. She was such a cute, happy, innocent and funny little girl. And I took my responsibilities as the big brother seriously.
So every night when little, someone had to give Donna her bath. Dad was all business and had her clean and out of the tub in five minutes. Mom let her play for 15-30 minutes, and then washed her. I would let her play for as long as she wanted, or until Mom told me to hurry it up and get her too bed. So naturally at bath time, Donna wanted me to bathe her.
That’s what happened one night when she was about 5. We played, I made her wash (she had figured out how to do a fairly good job on her own), and got her ready for bed. The next night I had homework, so Mom had to bathe Donna. But she was called to the phone, so she called for me to watch my sister for a few minutes. I walked into the bathroom, and Donna screamed, “Go away! I’m naked!” She tried to cover herself up and turned red with embarrassment. I was certainly confused. Twenty-four hours earlier, I had just seen her just as naked when I gave her a bath and she didn’t care.
And that was the end of my giving Donna a bath. In one day she discovered modesty, or at least the shame of nudity. I was actually kind of happy as it showed that my little sister was growing up. I was also kind of sad because I knew her innocent days were just about over.
Donna is 14 now. Last week I brought my new girlfriend home to meet the family. Donna told her all about what a great brother I was when she was a little kid. She mentioned how I used to even give her a bath. Then she asked why I suddenly stopped. I didn’t want to get into any embarrassing stories about her screaming, so I just asked if she wanted me to start bathing her again. Donna just laughed and said, “You wish.”