Sharing and Caring

You slipped yourself into the steaming, bubbling pool of water… at the far end from your already submerged step-sister. The tub may not have been the prettiest thing… and the creaking floor below it when you clambered in, gave yet another reason for your heart to lurch. But that didn’t change at all the wave of pleasant, calming relaxation of muscles that came with lowering yourself into its stewing embrace. Nor the intense awareness that its restrictive size put you so close to your step-sibling’s naked presence. Your legs were **** to slide down between hers, spread out as she was. Your calves brushing gently against her inner thighs… and toes only inches from her bottom. Some attempt had been made at insisting you couldn’t possibly share this liquid berth with her, when she’d so flatly asked. Yet, here you were anyway… unable to ever refuse her, or pretend you had really wanted to.

“See! Isn’t this nicer? Just like when we were kids… I can’t believe we never tried this at home!”

Jenny splashed a little water in your direction, indeed just as she once had when you were inseparable little monsters. Bathing off the day’s mud and scraped knees under the watchful eye of Nanny.

“Someone would’ve caught us… and told your father. You know he didn’t like us spending so much time together…” ‘-even with clothes on’. Was how that sentence ended, inside your head.

“Didn’t want me corrupting his perfect, little grade-card on legs more like…” Your ‘twin’ snorted, not quite able to hide the disdain from her voice. It was true though… the man had only ever seemed interested in collecting the embossed fruits of your studies to show off to his friends and business partners, while Jenny had been given up upon years ago. She splashed the water, again angrily.

“But, I mean, that’s the whole point. Isn’t it...? We can do whatever we like now! We’re free from all those stuck up assholes judging us on this or that, day in, day out. Just because we were supposed to be living out the picture perfect life they’re told everyone wants.”

She waved her arms in the air, to outline her frustrations… though all you really noticed was the way this dragged her cleavage up and out of the veiling bubbles a little. Not that you disagreed. The ever-revolving multitude of hired help that seemed to lurk around every corner of your parent’s house had always seemed like a haunting of gossiping spirits. Not present in your lives long enough to get to know you, but for plenty enough time to form opinions and pass notes across your step-father’s desk. Almost as if catching either of you out in something was their chance at moving up in the world.

“Come up this end… I want to wash your hair.” She commanded, annoyance still clear in her voice. You knew that she didn’t hold it against you; that you had been the chosen favourite: endlessly pressured to achieve. While she had been cast by the wayside: the rebellious troublemaker causing problems for the point of it. In fact you’d always felt she pitied you more, being paraded and put on a pedestal where she could slip out the back door. But that didn’t mean it didn’t upset her… as strong as she’d grown.

You obeyed her order, and scooted yourself down between her open legs. Letting your back come to rest against the soft cushioning of her breasts. Even that expanse of mostly uninteresting skin and spine, leapt into sensitivity in pressing up so close to her. You could feel the changes in texture where her nipples and areolae made themselves known. Were they rising to attention as her moving arms caused gentle friction between you? Or was that just another figment of your over-stimulated imagination? The soaping scratch of her hands against your scalp was enough as it was. Several minutes of diffusing silence passed as you dissolved into that massaging feeling. Your brain felt like a pancake sizzling wherever her strong but slender fingers moved. Feeling her play with your hair had always sent you into a trance-like state, putty to her intimate caresses… but this was that and more. Lying naked among the bubbles with your darling step-sibling; everything else in all the world seemed to fade away. It had all been worth it. Everything... Just to have such a moment together.