Help her get dressed

“She’s my sister!” Stewart reminds himself, and attempts to banish any impure thoughts from his mind, let alone any ridiculous notion that she is actually trying to flirt with him.

“Of course I can help you, Adella,” he says, rising and turning to face his sister.

He expected to see her wrapped in a towel, which would have been stimulating enough. Instead, he sees her with one foot on the edge of the tub, bending over to dry her leg with her towel. He gets a full side view of her naked body, and the sight of her breasts and firm, erect nipples, burned into his memory and imagination in a way he knew he would never forget.

She casts a sideways glance at him and smiles. “Well, I thought you were going to help me.”

Stewart gulps and says, “Uh... Sure... What do you need?”

Adella puts her foot on the floor and faces her brother, holding the towel out to him. He looks briefly at the towel and then past it to the patch of silvery-colored hair between Adella’s legs. Never in his imagination did it occur to him that her pubic hair would match the color of the hair on her head.

She shakes the towel, attempting to gain his attention. “Having trouble seeing the towel, brother?” she asks with a half smile. “Can’t imagine what is so distracting for you.”

Abashed, Stewart takes the towel from her hand and forces his eyes up to hers.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had to bathe myself,” she explains. “I usually have Courtney to help me.”

The thought of her beautiful and sexy lady-in-waiting caused Stewart’s imagination to create exotic pictures of the two women, naked, and lovingly sponging each other off in a tub of scented bubble bath. He shakes the thought from his head and tries again to focus on his sister’s eyes.

“And you want me to....?”

“I want you to help dry off my back,” she says, handing the towel to him.

Stewart reaches for the towel, and just before he grasps it, Adella lets go, allowing it to drop to the floor. Stewart bends down to pick it up and when he lifts his eyes, he finds himself staring directly into Adella’s pussy. She has taken a step toward him, and the enchanting object is less than a foot from his face.

Blinking slowly, as if with great effort, Stewart stares at her mound and the inviting slit below the small, short patch of silver hair.

Slowly, as if she is trying to drive him mad, Adella turns around, and as Stewart watches, the view of his sister’s cunt is replaced with that of her ass. The tiny water droplets on her ass cheeks glisten, and it is all he can do to keep himself from leaning in just a few inches to lick the drops off of her smooth skin.

“If you could just help me out a little bit, Brother,” she says. “I’m so wet!”

The way she said the last two words sends a jolt of energy through his cock. For someone who is the family’s “designated virgin,” Adella somehow knows how to say things in a very sultry, tempting way. He tears his eyes away from her ass and looks up, certain that he will see her looking at him with an expression of laughter. The look he sees, however, is anything but that of a prankster.

Her eyes look at him meaningfully and hungrily. Her lips are pressed together, and one corner of her mouth is turned upward slightly. She knows what she is doing to him, and she is doing it intentionally. But to what end?

Stewart stands and clumsily rubs the towel over her back.

“Mmm..... That feels good,” says Adella. The tone of her voice is one that should be reserved for a gentle lover, not for a brother who is simply helping to dry her off.

He moves lower, drying her lower back. He spreads the towel to afford her some modesty and to attempt to divert his eyes and imagination and allows it to drape over her ass. Trying his best to be professional, he rubs it over her bottom, realizing he hasn’t the foggiest idea how to touch a female ass in any way other than sexually.

“Oh, that’s good, Stewart,” she says, breathlessly. “Be sure to get everywhere.”

As she speaks, she spreads her legs and bends over, placing her hands on her knees. The movement causes Stewart to fumble with the towel, letting it slip through his fingers. As it drops, Stewart finds himself looking between his sister’s legs, viewing her exposed and offered slit.

With his heart racing and mind spinning, he takes a deep breath and considers what to do next.