Arrive back at home.

The two of you proceed back inside. Your feet are still cold, so you can only imagine how her body feels. She starts to make her way towards her room before she turns around as if she nearly forgot something.

"Oh. Change into your swimming stuff and meet me out back!"

She disappears, and you shrug and make your way to your own bedroom. Quickly, you undress from your normal clothes and pull up a pair of swimming trunks. Thankfully, the walk and wait calm your desires, but you take a few minutes to breath deeply just in case. Eventually, you make your way through the house and out the back door to a kind of conservatory room. The walls all all windows, and in the middle is a wooden hot tub with a girl sitting inside of it.

Kimi is now dressed in an orange bikini and laying back with a blush on her face.

"So much better," she says softly as she makes herself comfortable.

You gaze over her floating cleavage as water trails over their curves. Before your trunks can rise up, you make your way up and into the hot water. The feeling of it on your cold skin feels outstanding, and once you lay back and relax, a satisfied sigh escapes your lungs. A few moments pass before the silence is broken.

"I dunno if it's silly, but sometimes my sis and I wash each other's hair and stuff in here. It's just so nice, like a big bath tub. Let's do that!" She smiles.

You watch as she raises a bit from the water--dripping body--and starts to crawl straight in your direction. Your eyes widen at her wiggling body coming towards you, but she passes directly by you instead, reaching for something behind your head.

"Sorry. The shampoo is just past your head here," she says with a struggle as she tries to reach.

Before you can say anything, her leg goes between both of yours. Her thigh presses tightly against your groin and her chest squishes your shoulder. You hold your breath as you panic at the unexpected contact, and worst of all, she seems to be wiggling around in her struggle.

Her leg shifts around against your manhood, and it slowly begins to grow. For the love of god, why couldn't she just ask you for it?

A moment of this continues before she backs off again, and you sigh with relief. Her hands now hold a white bottle. She hands it over towards you and turns around, facing her back to you.

"All right. Wash my hair and I'll wash yours," Kimi suggests.