Connection

Holding your hand as if you needed the help she guides you to the enormous oval bath that dominated the center of the room. The gigantic tub, carved from a single piece of white and and grey marble, was shaped like an some oblong bowl you might get Caesar salad in at some fancy restaurant. The two ends swooped higher than the center and there was enough room inside of it for three or four people quite comfortably. This unit alone had to cost thousands and it was just one piece of your aunt's impeccable bathroom. She certainly had expensive tastes. From the tales you'd overheard about what went on in this house among the Bailey women you could only imagine what this tub had seen over the years.

Leaving you to stand beside it Elsie leans across to put the stopper in and start up the water from the gleaming taps. She feels the stream with her hand to ensure it was a good temperature, hot but not scolding, then turns her attention back to you. She ogles you again and holds in another giggle.

El, guiding you subtly by your arm, has you step in, the cool smooth stone felt nice against your bare feet. You are then guided down into a sitting position. Legs stretched out fully in front of you she has you lean back against the sloped side and relax. Cold stone pressed against your legs, butt and back as the hot water slowly rose. The contrast was...nice. This was all just nice.

Elsie kneels outside the tub. Resting her arms over the side it she places her chin over her hands and just watches you with a contented little grin. Fiona would be having a field day with you right now, but not El. You might have felt humbled and embarrassed by your race performance but in Elsie's eyes you were still the big brother she adored and looked up to.

Being stared at like this was weird and the fact you still weren't accustomed to be being so openly nude in front of your sister, especially as she was fully clothed, only made you more self conscious. You go to cover up but Elsie shakes her head no.

"Don't move unless I say so." She says before adding. "God you're beautiful." She lets out another long and blissful sigh and basks in your presence.

The warm water rises to touch your tucked up balls, and while ice would have been preferential the soothing water nevertheless feels fantastic. You take a breath and allow yourself to really relax.

"That's it. Just relax." She stands back up. Moving to a nearby shelf she takes a glass bottle half full of some amber liquid. To your eye it looked like something that belonged in a locked liquor cabinet rather than a bathroom. She opens it and pours some if into the water. The rich smell of pine and ginger rise with steam and the water begins to foam. It was bubble bath! Super duper fancy bubble bath.

She places the bottle back on the shelf and as the sudsy water rises she moves around the washroom getting things ready. She clearly knew her way around here. A large sponge and an ivory colored bar of soap is brought out and she sets them next to the shampoo and conditioner and other more mysterious lotions and oils near the tub. She produces two large candles, lights them, and places these onto little areas seeming specifically designed for the purpose to either side of the tub. Last she finds two huge folded slate grey bath towels and sets them close by for easy access. She turns off the light, the warm candlelight now flickers as the only illumination in the dark room.

Sitting on the edge of the tub she reaches in and checks the water once more, adjusts the temperature so the water was a bit warmer, then looks back at you with a smile.

"Comfortable?" She asks.

You nod.

Folding her hands on her lap she studies you. You look up at her wondering what came next. Your little sister was such a beautiful girl. That rare type of beauty that makes you stop whatever you were doing to take notice and appreciate it. You were pretty inured to it seeing every day of your life. But every so often you are reminded of it. Now, seeing her through the rising steam and in the dim glow of candle light, your sister's transcendent beauty is overwhelming.

The way she looked back at you...it changed everything. This wasn't just your little buddy, your best friend, your precious little sister. Elsie had grown into a smart, funny, vivacious, and stunningly gorgeous woman. A woman who loved you more than you possibly deserved. You had never allowed yourself to look at Elsie like this before. Now that you had...there would be no going back. The fiery Fiona you had fantasized about as a figure of lust and raw desire. But in Elsie you saw so much more.

"Do you know what I see when I look at you Jesse?" She asks in a soft voice.

You shake your head no.

"I see your light." She leans in closer and gently lays her delicate hand over your heart, her deep dark magical gaze delving into yours. Her spirit connecting and melding with your soul in a way nobody had before. "I see your light Jesse." She whispers.

Moving all at once, without thought or doubt or regret, you grab her head with both hands and pull her into the deepest, most passionate, most loving kiss in the long history of kisses. You kiss your sister as a partner and as a friend and as a brother and as a lover. Time stands still as you feel your turbulent worries and emotions click into a place of pure peace and belonging. You weren't the smartest man in the world but you knew this kiss was the most important thing in the world. The pandemic might bring humanity to its knees, but you could face that possibility now knowing that you might have made some mistakes in your young life but certain you had done this one thing right.

Elsie wraps her slender arms around you and lets you pull her into the tub, clothes and all. She lands on your lap with a splash. You take her into a strong encompassing embrace. You and your little sister's sensual, loving, hot-blooded kiss goes on and on and on. You kiss as if the world might end tomorrow.