Family Members Must Bathe Each Other

I was tired of walking around awkwardly with wet underwear and feeling dirty. How do I change this? I needed a shower or a bath. I pulled out my pen and wrote a new scripture.

"Wash yourselves; make yourselves clean; remove the evil of your deeds from before my eyes; family members must clean each other before the eyes of the Lord at the temple. The temple shall have baths where family members appear naked before each other and wipe the impurities before thy Lord."

I went back towards the endowment room, and my family members were gone. I wandered the halls of the Normon temple. A new wing had been erected that I never have seen before. I opened the doors to a reception room that had the sign “baths” on it. A recommendation desk was before multiple doors, and I stood before the man.

“What is this place?”

“The baths sir,” The old man said to me. “The changing rooms are to the left. Are you here with your family?”

“Yes… the Smith family,” I said.

“Ah yes, the Smith. Room 7, I believe. Right this way,” the old man said.

I followed him towards the locker, and he showed me where the towels were and the amenities. When he left, I removed my clothes, placed my book in one locker, and took a towel, and went through the open marble doorway.

On the inside, there was a stone tiling that led to an open bath. My eyes bulged at the two naked figures facing each other on the stone tiles sitting on stools, bathing, and cleaning each other. Mom was naked and rubbing soap on Mary’s naked body. Mom’s hands ran across Mary’s underarm and then to Mary’s large orange-sized breasts, Mom’s hands caressing the supple flesh. Mary was running her hands on Mom’s legs and washing her thighs. Mary’s hand went under and over her knees, applying some lather and then rinsing with a showerhead.

I stood there erect, the towel covering my hardness.

Mary noticed me and waved me over. “Come, brother. Let us wash you.”

I grabbed a stool and wandered over, my towel covering my stiffness. I was worried Mom and Mary would recommend going back to the Priestess for another exorcism. That wouldn’t be a terrible thing, but I wanted to enjoy this moment. I sat before them, and my eyes soaked in their wet bodies. My mother’s pink nipples and melon shaped breasts had a bit of sag to them for years but still looked plumped and delicious. Mom’s blonde pubic hair was unruly, I would have to change that. Where was the book when you needed it? Mary had a less prominent brown bush between her legs. I stared at both their long legs, Mother had kept shaving her legs even after Dad passed away. They had some meat on them while Mary’s slender legs had the faintest hints of light hair on them. My eyes darted from all over the place. Was it rude to stare? No, I was inspecting them for impurities, as the Lord commanded.

“Come, dear, you look awfully unclean,” Mom said.

Mary got up, and I tried to glance at her in her full naked form as she disappeared from behind me. I could feel her hands on my back, running them up and down with wetness. Mom stayed in front of me and with a sponge, lathered my chest and arms. She looked down and noticed my towel.

“Still, bashful?” Mom asked. I nodded.

Mom ran her hands over my abdomen and down towards my crotch. Her hands wet my crotch, and her fingers cupped my balls and massaged them, spreading the soap and wetness over my sexual organs. I stiffen.

“Oh my, are you sure you got an exorcism?” Mom asked. “You may have to revisit the Priestess after this.”

I might. Or I might change things and have other people perform it. Where was that damned book!

I jerked when I felt a hand from behind go between my buttocks.

“Stay still, John,” Mary said. She worked her fingers in some places I’d rather not say.

I felt hot water pour over me and wash out some of the soap and then more hands all over my body. The whole thing was intense. My mother had two sides washing my thighs as Mary cleaned my shoulders.

As some fresh water rinsed my body, Mom spoke up and said, “I know you are not Normon, but it is selfish to just let us wash you. You should wash us in return.”

“Uhh… I guess,” I said.

With Mother in front of me and Mary still behind me, I reached for a bar of soap and lathered my Mother’s body. I worked the soap over her stomach and towards her crotch. My mind wasn’t focused on cleaning her, but what was between her legs. The soap flossed the slit between her legs and went underneath. My hands were running up her pubic hair and down. I kept doing this over and over with Mom. She trembled as my hands cleaned her labia and all the crevices between her legs. Soap formed on her pubic hair.

“I think that’s enough, dear,” Mom stammered. “The water?”

I reached for the shower head and rinsed off the soap; the water drenching her fair pubic hair. I was fixated on it, the in-between of where her legs met. Where was my book?

With my hands, I grabbed the soap bar and ran it over Mother’s breasts, the meat of her squishing in towards her as I wanted to feel them with my palms. I was breathing heavily at this point while I lathered her bare breasts. I placed the soap down and spread out the soap with my hands over her melons and under. My hands cupped them, and I made no effort in trying to pretend I was cleaning her as I felt the flesh pour into my fingers. Mary’s hands lifted my other arm and cleaned my armpits. I went back to the shower head and rinsed off the soap that had formed on Mother’s breasts.

“I think that’s good enough,” Mom said. “Mary, it’s your turn, dear. Come over here and get cleaned by your brother.”

My balls felt like they would explode. Mother came behind me and poured some shampoo on my head as Mary sat in front of me. I looked down at the amenities and noticed the liquid soap. Mother was running her hands and massaging my scalp while I poured some liquid soap on my hands and reached for Mary’s shoulder. She flinched with my touch, and her face reddened. So it wasn’t so casual for everyone? My fingers traced her collarbones and down the line of her rib cage. With my soapy hands, I curved them and cupped her left breast and squeezed them, spreading the lather over her nipples. My hands moved towards her right and graced it, and I could feel her chest move up and down as the tips of my fingers traced a circle around her nipple. The little peak hardened as I circled them and then embraced them. Not wanting to dwell to long as to make it apparent I was just groping her, I reached for the shower head and rinsed her. With more liquid soap, I wanted to go for her nether areas. I placed my hand on her stomach and soaped them and then glided them down between her legs, feeling her hair and then her lips. In a move of pure knee-jerk reaction, I prodded my fingers into her pussy, dipping them ever so slightly.

“A-Are you sure you need to do that?” Mary panted.

“Yes, it’s particularly dirty down there,” I said. The shampoo lather was forming around my forehead. I felt warm water pour over my head and closed my eyes.

I wanted to push my fingers even deeper but didn’t try to push it. I caressed Mary’s thighs with the soap, and my fingers ran across her legs. I took the shower head and rinsed her off.

“Okay. Nice and clean. Like the Lord has intended. Let us head home,” Mom said. I was disappointed. I wanted more.

Mary and Mom both got up and went towards the open bath, the steam coming off of it. They covered themselves with towels and went to the changing room.

I went back to my changing room and grabbed my pen and book. Time to write more rules.