Chapter 39

• As she stood up, and pressing on his side, her signal for him to turn, she could see that this was one of those days when he was especially rampant, and she hurried to wash his chest, and down lower before he tried to send her away. As her soapy hands found his hard staff, she held it firmly in her hands as she cleaned him as thoroughly as anywhere else. This was the point at which he usually sent her away, and she had thought long and hard about this. Trying to forestall his usual action, she knelt down, moving her hands around and around, caressing and cleaning his buttocks before coming back to the front, and again ‘washing’ his hard prick.
• He totally gave himself up to it, letting himself be washed by the small desirable angel that was his sister, and he was filled with wanting. One leg, second leg, and then she washed his dick which made him sigh with pleasure. God this was so good, it was like being tickled and stroked all at the same time. As she washed his scrotum it made him growl softly and he put his head back enjoying the feeling of her hands soaping him, holding him, touching him; Then she was kneeling in front of him, her hands on him, washing his butt, and then again she was washing his hard shaft.
• The feeling made him groan audibly, and he usually was sending her away by now, but he didn’t he was losing a bit of his self-control. She was just too tempting as she knelt in front of him stealing glances up at him as much as the water spraying off his body would allow. He groaned again as her hand encircled his length and she “washed” his dick making the muscle throb in her hands.