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A short story told from the perspective of a 16-year-old girl:
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A short story.
The Jackson boys:
Daniel, 18
Peter, 16
Josh, 12
Craig, 9
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In January, 1958, my father secured a job in Holcomb, Kansas, as an Assistant Manager at a locally prominent wheat farm. At that time, our family moved to Holcomb and rented a house from the owner of the farm, Herbert W. Clutter. Our new residence was located on a dirt road adjacent to the Clutter property. Our next-door neighbors were the Jackson family, consisting or four boys, Mrs. Jackson and her husband, who also worked at the farm. When I started school I met Peter Jackson, who partnered with me in our Science Lab. He was a quiet but friendly guy whom I enjoyed being around.

Soon after moving in, we were invited to dinner at the Jackson home. It was kind of dilapidated and did not have an indoor bathroom. Mrs. Jackson seemed very proud of a newly installed shower and bathtub just off the dining room. The shower was hooked onto the side of the rather large tub, and did not feature any type of privacy curtain. It was not lost on me that anyone in the living room or dining room could easily see someone using either the tub or shower. At one point during dinner, Mrs. Jackson stated that "I allow the boys to mostly use the shower, however, I require them to take a bath once per month. My daughter usually helps with organizing the boys' monthly bath, however, she's away at school right now. I do miss her help as I have lots of other chores to do around here."

The wheels in my mind started turning at that point in the conversation. Based on what Mrs. Jackson had just said, I could not help being curious as to what if any privacy the boys had taking showers and then at the monthly bath. When I saw Peter in school the next day I really wanted to inquire further on this subject. I had noticed that none of the boys seemed to react when the subject was discussed at the previous night's dinner. But I was a very naive and sheltered girl who was not about to come right out and ask him about what I perceived to be a sensitive family subject. I had never seen a boy above the age of about 5 naked, and had only a vague idea of what an undressed teenage boy might look like. Little did I know that was soon going to change.

Two weeks later on a Saturday morning, our telephone rang, and my mother answered it. Mrs. Jackson was calling to ask for some help. Today was the day for the boys' monthly baths and she needed someone to assist. My mother replied that she would send her daughter over right away. Wow! I could not believe it----I was going to be there for the boys' baths. Perhaps, I thought, they would be wearing bathrobes, and I would be asked to go into another room after I had done whatever chore that Mrs. Jackson needed to be done. Or maybe, if I was very fortunate, they would ascend from their upstairs bedroom in underwear. I just could not believe that she would allow the boys to be naked in my presence, or that they would even be willing to let me see them in that state.

When I arrived, the four boys were sitting around the dining room table, all fully dressed. Peter greeted me and asked if I would like anything to drink. He poured me a glass of milk. None of them seemed to be nervous or betray any sense of concern. In fact, they seemed cheerful and were kind of engaging in brotherly banter.

Before too long, Mrs. Jackson called out to the boys, "Alright guys, time to go upstairs to your bedroom and prepare for bathtime." With that, all four boys got up from the table and casually walked over to the stairs that went up to the second floor.

I was then directed by Mrs. Jackson to help fill tub. The bathtub was actually a large circular affair which would not have permitted a relatively tall person to sit down in. Mrs. Jackson explained that each boy would take his turn standing in the tub. My job would be to take a large washcloth, pump liquid soap from a bottle hanging on the side of the tub, and hand it to the boy who would then use the washcloth to soap himself up. She said I would have to replenish the soapy washcloth several times. She added, "Be sure they are doing a thorough job on their crotch area, you know how it goes with teenage boys." A slight smirk appeared on her lips as she added that tidbit. The final part of the procedure was that the boy would exit the tub on the other side, and use the shower spay apparatus to rinse off and wash his hair. A bottle of shampoo was on a table near the shower, it was noted.

I was almost in shock at this point. If I was going to do what had just been described, how could the boys be anything but naked? Mrs. Jackson was acting like this was just a normal thing to be doing. Wouldn't the boys be mortified having a 16-year-old girl helping them bathe, presumably nude? And Peter was in several of my classes; he also was my lab partner and we were scheduled to begin work on a new project on Monday in class. Peter was a tall thin boy with dark brown hair. I had found him very attractive as I got to know him in school. To imagine Peter being naked in front of me just boggled my mind. If indeed I did see him nude this morning, would he then avoid me in school, possibly asking for a different lab partner? My mind was a jumble of confused thoughts as I suddenly heard footsteps on the stairs. The tub was full and ready for the first customer, this all was about to happen.

Great story! Hope it continues with the details of the bath time. Looking forward to how the older boys react to their new neighbor assisting them.

Great start! More please.

Fantastic start!

An enjoyable read

I imagine the nine year old, and even the twelve year old would have no problem with this assisted bathing.
But for the two older teens it could be something very humiliating.

I have seen movies about country folk in 1950s time period. The boys would have to line up for a washing in a big outdoor tub.
It must have been good fun for any female relatives on bath day. Often a woman servant would help out (for richer people). Having a 16 year
old neighbor girl do it is a twist on what is historically true.

Baths were done on Saturday, so the kids are clean when they get into their Sunday clothes for church in the morning.

TeenFan wrote: Wed Mar 26, 2025 10:01 pm I imagine the nine year old, and even the twelve year old would have no problem with this assisted bathing.
But for the two older teens it could be something very humiliating.

I have seen movies about country folk in 1950s time period. The boys would have to line up for a washing in a big outdoor tub.
It must have been good fun for any female relatives on bath day. Often a woman servant would help out (for richer people). Having a 16 year
old neighbor girl do it is a twist on what is historically true.

Baths were done on Saturday, so the kids are clean when they get into their Sunday clothes for church in the morning.

Assuming they go to church…
At 12 years old, most normal boys masturbate/have a knowledge of sex (even in 1958) that makes them prone to arousal/naughty thoughts that can lead to embarrassment/fun
(Sure, it’s looked down upon/extremely taboo, but IT HAPPENED)
Hopefully, the girls will do things that would be frowned upon in church

Short Story continues:

I turned around and to my shock stood my schoolmate and science lab partner stark naked. Peter strolled across the living room and dining room as if he did not have a care in the world. He acted no differently than earlier when, fully clothed, he had served me a glass of milk. I tried not to obviously stare; his penis was tucked away in a mass of brown pubic hair. Displaying no sign of discomfort or embarrassment, Peter stepped into the tub. Smiling, he said, "I guess we'd better get this show on the road." That was an expression my father sometimes used to hurry us along on the way to church or elsewhere. Of course, I never expected a naked male classmate to be saying it to me under these strange circumstances.

The water in the tub came up to Peter's thighs; his penis kind of floated at the water line. I grabbed the washcloth and proceeded to pump soap on it as I had been instructed by Mrs. Jackson, who had now left me and gone into the kitchen. "If you need any help, just yell", she had said. It took about three soap refills for him to clean his face, chest, and back. Handing me back the washcloth, Peter said, "Put some extra soap on it, I want to do a thorough job on my penis as I have had a bit of jock itch lately." Of course I had no idea what 'jock itch' was. 

Peter took the extra soapy washcloth and began to vigorously rub his thighs and penis. It seemed that he was kind of stroking his penis both with the cloth and his other hand. As he handed me back the washcloth, another shock awaited me. Peter's penis had grown appreciatively. The organ now stuck straight out and slightly upward out of the water. Peter seemed unconcerned about this latest development, saying, "More soap, please, I need to do my butt." As if to show me what he meant, Peter turned his back to me and rubbed his behind and sort of up into his crack. When he turned back around, his penis seemed to be even stiffer and was now noticeably throbbing. There was a small footstool on the inner side of the tub. Peter used it to wash both his legs and then his feet.

Peter then informed me that he had a case of athlete's foot. Again, I had no idea what that was. Peter probably realized this and proceeded with a helpful explanation. "They make us take naked gang showers after PeD class and I forgot my flip flops last week," he explained. "Can you imagine, there I am in a gang shower with about 30 other naked guys? It makes me very uncomfortable." he went on, "So there I am totally naked in the shower room with all those guys, and I get this fungus between my toes which is what athlete's foot basically is."  Peter then lifted his left foot up to the railing of the tub to show me what he was referring to. In this position his stiff penis was practically in my face as he carefully washed between his toes. I was left to wonder why he found showering with his male classmates 'uncomfortable' but harbored no readily apparent embarrassment with his total nudity in front of the neighbor girl his age.

Next, I heard a voice behind me. I turned around and there was 12-year-old Josh standing there totally naked with a kind of smile on his face. He had a mop of blond hair on his head. His penis was smaller than Peter's with just a small wisp of pubic hair. There was also something slightly different about Josh's penis. Mrs. Jackson then called out from the kitchen, "Josh was born prematurely. He almost didn't make it, so he is not circumcised like the other boys. A circumcision was too risky in his condition at the time, we were advised." Josh cheerfully picked right up on this and pulled back the skin of his penis. "See, when I do this, I look just like my brothers." Josh then began to pull back and forth on his foreskin. I gaped as his small organ went into a full erection. Almost proudly, Josh pointed to his stiff member and stated, "When it gets big like this you can't tell I'm not cut." As Peter climbed out of the tub to access the shower, he laughingly called out, "Stop showing off, Josh." Both brothers then began laughing.

Then I went to assist Peter in the shower area. I handed him the shampoo bottle to do his hair. He asked me if I would spray him with the shower nozzle to rinse off. His penis throbbed and remained stiff throughout the process. When we were done, Peter took a towel from a nearby rack and dried himself off. He seemed to take a real long time on his groin area. He looked at me, his penis stiffly pointing upward, and said, "I'm dry now." Peter then tossed the towel, and walked past me, then headed upstairs to the boys' bedroom. I later learned they all shared the same bedroom, utilizing two sets of bunk beds. Josh enthusiastically climbed into the tub, ready for his turn at bat.   

Since Josh, the 12 year old, likes to "Show Off" maybe he doesn't mind hanging around after his bath is done. He could continue to show
himself off until everyone is finished. How does that tub get empty and cleaned out. The neighbor girl didn't volunteer for that.

So 16 year old Peter popped a boner in front of his classmate?!
I wonder if anything else will cum of this