Family Sponge Bath part 1

You start to shiver again. You hug onto your sister as tight as your feeble strength would let you, trying to soak up as much of her warmth as you could. She in response holds you closer, pressing you into her.

"Sorry about the goo." You whisper. "It's staining your clothes."

"Shhh." Is her only response.

El holds the door open as Fiona carefully navigates through.

Your mother takes one of your hands says. "She's freezing. Chloe, get that water nice and warm."

Chloe nods and gets to it. The room is a largish shower room. The whole room is tiled and a drain sits in the center of the floor. As you enter you see a pile of towels and sponges on a counter, a large mirror hung above it.

Looking into the mirror you see Fiona holding what looks like a slimy Elsie, but that Elsie was you. Your sister had a no nonsense determined look on her face. Elsie was already peeling out of her clothes to shower with you while Chloe got the water going. The shower head hisses to life and steam begins to fill the air. Peg was standing back and observing, obviously both concerned as well as curious. Your mother's eyes were focused on you, worried sick about you. You squeeze her hand.

"I'm okay Mom. I'll be okay." You reassure her. She gives you a wonderfully motherly smile and reassures you back.

As you watch your family work as a unit to care for you your heart swells. The Bailey's might not be a traditional family, but they were there for each other when it mattered.

Fiona sits you down on a side bench then quickly begins undressing herself. Without her holding you you begin shivering even harder than before. Your mother drapes a big white towel around you and holds you close, you cringe a bit at the sudden contact. El, who was now nude herself, rushes over and slips in under the towel with you. You hug each other with the towel around you, her warm soft body causing the shivers to fade away.

As you cuddle together you whisper. "Don't move El. Just hold me." She stays perfectly still as she holds you, allowing you to adapt to her touch.

The feeling of every little touch to your body was magnified tenfold. El's touch didn't hurt so much as it was just too much, like your favorite song on too high a volume. The towel, though it looked soft and fluffy, felt rough and abrasive on your shoulders and back.

Fiona is complaining to Chloe. "Ease off the water, that's way too hard." She was right, the water was blasting out of the shower head with a harsh hissssss. The way your skin felt right now that intense water would feel like being sandblasted!

Chloe looks back, her glasses were completely steamed up so she couldn't see a thing. "Sorry...that's as low as I can get it. This place has wicked water pressure."

Peg says in an apologetic tone. "Yeah, sorry. We're a lab not a hospital." She motions toward the counter. "Why don't you use the sponges instead." Fiona and your mother nod in agreement.

Fiona looks down at her magnificent statuesque body. "Guess I didn't need to get undressed then."

Chloe quips with a playful wink. "No one is complaining!"

Aunt Peg heads out and is soon back with some of the deep metal trays they had here at the lab. These are filled with warm water. Two they make soapy, the other three just fresh water. They leave the shower running and the hot rushing shower water has filled the room with a nice warming steam. This combined with El's body heat and you are finally feeling warm again. Your body relaxes completely as you rest against your sister, relaxes completely.....pbpbpbrrrt.

You blush as the loud fart echoes off the tiled walls. "Oh my god. Excuse me." A chuckle runs through the room.

"Yep, it's still Jesse alright." Fiona jibes with a smile.

With your mother sitting to your left on the bench and El with you on your right the trays are positioned around in front of you as they ready to wash you. Fiona kneels in front of you and throws a few of the amber colored sponges into the soapy water. Chloe and Peg just stand back and watch as there wasn't enough room for all of them to get to you.

As nice as this all was you just hated to be such a burden, all this fuss just for you. "I can do it." You offer.

You are happy when your mother responds. "You shush now my girl. Let us clean you up. You just relax and enjoy it."

You take a deep relaxing breath. The towel is taken off of you and you lean back onto the wet tile wall and await your sponge bath.