Bubble Bath

Danny sat in the spa bath. His back was to his sister. While he had stripped down, Grace had poured some bubble bath solution into the water. A local OZ brand. She soaked a loofah in the soapy water and scrubbed Danny's back. He relaxed his shoulders and leaned into the massage.

"It's all so overwhelming," he thought out loud. "One day your mum is outgoing, sure, but she's still your mum. Then you move and she's all over you - and kinky."

"Different place, different rules," said Grace. "When you take restrictions off people, you see what they're really like."

Danny wondered about that. Maybe he didn't need to be so uptight. The rules of the old world no longer applied. He was free to do what he wanted. But what did he want? It felt like he'd never asked himself that question.

He felt so warm and comfortable in the bath with his sister. They hadn't bathed together since they'd been little kids. And this was very different to that. The way Grace touched him - the way she massaged his pecs with one hand, and stroked his dick with the other. Wait a minute...

"Grace! What are you doing?"

"Shh... Relax, bro. Just tell me how it feels. I'll stop if you want me to."

How it feels? It felt... Good. No doubt about that. Really good. Danny focused on the sensations. His thoughts drifted away. Getting a handjob from someone else was so different. He couldn't control the speed, or the pressure. He didn't know what Grace would do next. One moment she teased the head of his penis. The next she fondled his balls. Finally she pumped his rod. He'd never felt quite so hard or sensitive. Was there something in the water?

His train of thought broke down and hurtled off its tracks. A fire exploded in his loins. He was cumming. His essence shot forth and slowed in the warm water. It hung there, suspended in the bathwater. Every part of him felt hot. Like he, Grace and the bath were all connected. He felt her heart beating against his back.