Matt managed to get out of the bath without incident, dry himself eventually and dress. The thing he couldn’t do much about though was his raging hard-on. It just wouldn’t go away and he couldn’t do anything to relieve himself.
He lay on his bed and tried not to think about the profile of his sister’s body as she’d washed him. He especially tried to avoid thinking about what might have happened if she’d decided that his cock needed washing because that did nothing to relieve his ditress.
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Matt left his sister alone for most of the next day, unsure as to how things would go down when he’d have to ask her to wash him again, but he was used to washing daily and he didn’t think he could go another day without a wash so as they sat down to dinner, he broached the subject.
“Bec, I know you don’t like me asking you to do this, but could you help me wash again tonight?”
Bec sighed. She’d known it was coming and had been trying to think what she might say when the time came. She knew she really had no option.
“Yeah, I guess I can. But this time I think it will need to be in the shower, because my back was killing me after yesterday,” she replied.
“Okay, whatever is easiest for you,” Matt said. They finished their dinner in silence. Bec did the dishes and Matt went upstairs, trying to mentally prepare himself.
When Bec had finished the dishes, she made her way upstairs, cursing the lack of help that her brother was in his current disabled state. She found Matt in the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the bath, waiting. After strapping his hands and arms into the required plastic bags, Bec turned the water on for him and adjusted it until it was nice and warm. Matt undressed as she did so.
Bec stepped out of the way and allowed him to get into the shower, rolling up her sleeves and retrieving the soap. With Matt under the water, the water ricocheting from his body started to get her wet.
“Hang on, I’ll be back in a sec,” Bec said, abandoning him to wonder what was going on. Minutes later, Bec returned and Matt could do nothing but stare. His sister had come back wearing her hot pink bikini. It left little to his imagination, her gorgeous figure fully displayed. He tried not to notice the fact her nipples stood out like diamonds, but there was no avoiding it. His cock leapt to attention. He saw Bec glance down as it grew and there was no way he could do anything to hide it.
“I didn’t want to get my clothes wet, so I figured this way I could wash you and not have to worry,” Bec offered. She stepped into the shower with her brother and closed the door. Matt had to turn away to prevent his erection from making contact with his sister’s stomach.
Bec grabbed the soap and turned him away, using her hands roughly, ensuring the message was that this was a no-nonsense occasion. As she washed his back and shoulders, she was glad he couldn’t see her. She was watching the water and soap bubbles skim across her brother’s tight ass and was embarrassed and confused. The sight turned her on! Her hand drifted down across his lower back and briefly caressed his left buttock. It flinched and tightened. Well at least she wasn’t the only one feeling uncomfortable!
It came time to turn around and she had Matt face the glass screen with his hands resting on top of it. She reached in from the side and washed his chest and stomach. She could feel the washboard that were his abs and had to bite her tongue to keep from complimenting him. His massive erection pointed skyward and she didn’t want to give any reason for him to think this was anything other than a chore for her.
“I’m sorry about that, its like, um not something I can control,” he mumbled when he caught her looking at his cock.
“Um yeah, I know,” she said.
Matt couldn’t help glance down toward his sister’s body. She was a foot shorter than him and from this angle he had a beautiful view of her breasts, straining as they were against the tight wet confines of her bikini. Beads of water glistened against her olive skin and ran in trickles down her cleavage. Her nipples were standing firmly against the fabric.
Bec was feeling very confused. She knew it was her brother and that there shouldn’t be any reason for her to get excited, but she patently was. She was just glad female arousal wasn’t as overt as her brother’s, who could do nothing to hide his erection. She wondered what he would think if he knew her pussy was melting as she touched his nakedness.
Rubbing the soap on the back of her brother’s leg, Bec squatted down in the shower so she could wash it properly. She was staring at his hip, all too aware of the fact her face was now level with his raging penis. As she moved her hands up and down his left leg, she brushed his scrotum with her left hand. Matt flinched and turned slightly. His cock nearly hit his sister in the face.
“Sorry,” she said huskily, not looking up.”
“Its okay,” he mumbled, “Caught me off guard.” As Matt looked down he couldn’t help but imagine his sister turning to his cock and taking it in her mouth. She was at the perfect height. He was surprised to see a drop of pre-cum nestled in the little slit at the tip of his cock, just sitting there against all expectation. Geez, his cock hadn’t even been touched! He couldn’t believe how horny he was.
Bec knelt on the floor and moved her hands on her brother, getting him to turn so that she could wash the other leg. There wasn’t a lot of room with her on her knees and as Matt turned, she had to move her head out of the way to avoid his erection. By the time she’d finished washing his right leg, she was in a state of arousal she could scarcely believe had been caused by her brother. She knew if it were anyone else in the shower with her at that moment, she’d have their cock buried in her mouth, sucking hungrily upon it.
In the end, it was that thought that led her to grab it. She’d started watching his cock twitch and bounce as she rubbed at his leg, washing it and she’d become transfixed. She wondered just how hard it was and without even really thinking about it, reached out with her right hand and wrapped it about the shaft.
God it felt hard. It was like an iron rod covered in a soft flesh sheath.
Matt moaned. Bec’s hand moved up and down slightly, still soapy and a little slippery.
“Oh fuck,” Matt said, staring, transfixed by the sight of his sister’s hand moving ever so slightly up and down his cock.
“Fuck!” Bec said suddenly, realising what she was doing. She quickly got to her feet and shut the water off. Bec grabbed a towel and dragged it over her body before throwing one from the rack at Matt. She fled the room without a word, ignoring her brother’s pleas for her not to.
— +++ —
Bec dropped the towel on the floor of her room, her mind awhirl. She’d grabbed her brother’s cock! God what kind of a pervert was she? It had been so hard! It was big. She squeezed her legs together, feeling her body’s natural reaction to what had been happening.
“What must he think of me?” she wondered. She pulled at the tie of her bikini, letting the two wet triangles of fabric fall away from her breasts. Her nipples stood out further than she thought possible and ached with a desire to be touched. She cupped her breasts in her hands, feeling the diamond like points pressing against her palms.
Without even thinking about it, she squeezed her breasts. Then she released her breasts just enough to allow her palms to graze her nipples. She shuddered before releasing them and peeling her wet bikini bottom down her legs.
Grabbing her panties from where she’d tossed them on the floor, she commenced dressing herself again. She didn’t bother with her bra, just slipped a t-shirt on and then collapsed on her bed, thinking.
No matter how much she told herself what she’d just done was wrong, her body belied her objections with its arousal. As she lay there, the image of her brother’s erection filled her mind and she remembered the sensation of holding it in her hand. Her fingers wandered down her body until they had slipped inside her panties, gently caressing her pussy lips, slick with her arousal.
— +++ —
Matt sat downstairs watching TV. His cock had barely subsided from the extended teasing he’d endured. He couldn’t believe Bec had grabbed his cock. He really couldn’t believe he desperately wanted her to do it again.
Nothing in his life had been as arousing as having his sister wash him in the shower and he dearly hoped it wouldn’t be the last time. He knew he shouldn’t be having such thoughts, but given he’d been unable to relieve his tension for weeks, it wasn’t taking much to get him worked up. It was certainly taking a lot to get him to settle down again.
He just wished that he could manage to wank. Maybe then he would get the image of his sister’s wet bikini clad body from his mind.
— +++ —
Bec’s fingers worked over her clit, back and forth, back and forth, circling it, rubbing it, sending pleasure coursing through her body. She panted as she worked closer and closer to the point of orgasm.
And the entire time that she masturbated, the image of her brother’s cock filled her mind until she was imagining she actually had taken it in her mouth and felt the smooth warm flesh slide over her tongue. That thought was enough to send her over the edge and she exploded, her body twitching and convulsing with spasms of pleasure.
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