Baby Got Back

No dreams this night as I could barely get any sleep to quality to enter that world again. Mom came in, as usual, to open my curtains and **** my sunken eyes. Mom was wearing her robe today. I thought about something I hadn’t before when she came in and wished she wasn’t wearing any clothes at all. Why was that important to me?

“Wakey, wakey sleepyhead,” Mom repeats on her daily cue.

I was too tired to groan about needing more sleep. This time it was my own fault. My head felt like it was throbbing, and the spot between my legs ached for some relief. I had to figure out how to get past this hurdle, and I thought about Joy and the science teacher. They were both smart, maybe they had theories.

I had **** need of a cold shower to cool me off. My aching loins and head yearned for a bit of relief since last night. I knew the key to it was in the past. Something people did in the past that connected them and finalized things. If only I had the rest of the video. The girl was ashamed of being on film, filming the act. It was probably the same shame I had standing over my mother.

In the shower, the brisk water turned on smacked against my chest, drizzling down to my aching cock. The swelling dissipated from the flesh, and I let out a breath. That was much better. A refreshing shower always made me feel better. The thoughts I had in the past were now hazy as I could only think about the icy liquid pouring on my flesh and chilling my storm of emotions. Sophia, my troublesome sister, came into the bathroom. The door creaked opened, and she started pulling off her long t-shirt.

“Cliff, why did you close the door? That’s really weird,” Sophia asked putting her long t-shirt on a rack and slipping out of her nighties, her bare orange-sized breasts jiggling as she did.

That was weird. I never closed the door to the bathroom before. Somehow I felt… naked. I looked down, and my cock was shriveled, sunken piece of flesh, like a long mushroom. It brought me a fit of bashfulness that never came to me as I stood naked in front of my sister.

“Maybe I didn’t want you to come in and turn this place into a sauna,” I said. I turned in my reaction, my hips facing the bathroom wall hiding my shame. This was silly. I was acting stupid.

“You know, Mom wants us to save water. We all have to do our part,” Sophia, who had an alto and harsh voice for a girl, flexed her voice and imitated mom’s melodic soft one when she said the latter. Sophia shuffled out of her panties and left them on the bathroom sink. My eyes leer over her naked body. Unlike’s mom’s flesh, her’s was more tanned and toned. She had muscular legs and faint lines in her stomach. Her pubic hair was also a champagne color compared to Mom’s fiery red bush. I could notice more and more of her body now. I made comparisons in my mind. They weren’t just uniform anymore, lady bits. Something I saw every day now looked entirely different. Thank god for the cold water calming this fever I was feeling.

“It takes energy to heat up the water. M-maybe y-you… you should do your part and let me take a cold shower,” Was I being nervous? I felt my voice stammer.

“You're practically shivering in there, brat,” Sophia scoffed. My older sister pulled the curtain aside and got in. The back of her hips bumped into my hips and pushed me back. She reaches for the shower tap and turns up the hot water. “It’s unbelievably cold. How can you shower like this, Cliff?”

Steam started coming out of the pouring water. Sophia let out a relieved breath, “Now that’s much better.”

I had the sponge in my hand and washed under my arms. My eyes diverted from Sophia’s naked body. Why? I have seen her naked a thousand times before. I looked back where she stood with her back towards me, facing the showerhead. She was shampooing herself. The suds from the hair soap was washing down her back. The visage of the wetness running down her back to the crack between her two plump bottoms sent the same twinge in my dick. I stared at her bare back and then down at her “ass,” as the songs would call it. They were like two pillows of flesh, resembling a peach bottom. Usually, a piece of ass like that I would just associate with dirtiness or a seat cushion, but at that moment, I wanted to touch them and run my tongue on them.

“Soph…” I said, feeling as if I was losing my breath.

“I’m not turning the water back,” Sophia said, still massaging her scalp.

“Do you want… do you want me to wash your b-back?” I asked.

“Can you? You’re acting really weird today,” Sophia observed. She was doing that thing she always did when she was in the shower. Opening her mouth and letting the water pour into her like a reservoir and spitting it out.

“Look… I know it’s your day of delivery soon so… I thought I’d be a little nicer to you…”

“Alright. Go ahead. Don’t think I owe you anything for this,” Sophia said, chuckling softly. “You better not like pull a prank on me.”

I took the sponge and ran it on her shoulder. The sponge let out its white foam as I squeezed it. The whiteness trails down her back with the water. The water was heating up now, and I felt my breath going ragged, watching the lines of droplets of white and clear liquid going down her sensuous back. Her skin was soft and the muscles underneath taut. I rubbed her back with the sponge, massaging where her shoulders met. My free hand placed itself on her spine and ran down. Soap pours itself on my palms, and I trailed my hands down and cup one of her round bottoms. Somehow I felt like she would slap me. I braced for it, but nothing happened.

Instead, Sophia stuck her butt out as if she expected me to clean there for her. My hands obliged, and two of my fingers creased the line where her round buttcheeks met. I felt more twinges in my cock.

“I might see you today,” Soph said.

“Huh?” I felt like I was caught out again like I did yesterday.

“I’ll be near your school. I have to supervisor some work there,” Sophia was washing the shampoo off her hair.

“Oh…”

I resumed my exploration with Sophia’s nether region. This was dirty, right? Why did it fascinate me so much?

With my hand still cupping her butt, Sophia said in scornful tones, “You are only focusing on the spot. Here give that to me. I’ll do it myself.”

Sophia turned around, and I stared into her azure eyes. I must have blushed as she took the sponge away from me and started soaping her breasts.

“Wow. Is this water really that hot for you?” Sophia asked, perplexed at my reddened expression.

“Ah… yea. I think I’ll b-better get out,” I stammered. I felt like I was going to suffocate.

I left the bathroom and got dressed for school. I wrapped the little artifact thing tightly around my scarf and placed it deep under my books in my sling bag. Sophia had left for work by the time I came down for breakfast. Oat porridge with wild berries was on the menu, and I wolfed it down while Mom was making some repairs to the shelves in the kitchen. Mom was bent over, undoing a screw on the shelving unit with her butt sticking out towards where I ate. I watched intently as the round shape wiggled as she worked. The female body was a beautiful thing, I thought. Why hadn’t I noticed what a great thing I had here? I smiled.

For the first time in my life, I was glad I was in Yellowfield and excited about going to school. I would need answers behind the mystery of “fuck” and “sex” and “love.” All those things the songs sang about on my artifact. I knew if I could uncover it, I could finally get some relief to my aching crotch.