The shower door burst open and I felt a playful slap on my bare butt. I yelled out, but more for effect than anything else. I would never let on, but I was thrilled to death.
"Move over Shrimp." My Sister said slapping my ass again smartly. I turned and grabbed her. My body was wet and soapy and we wrestled playful, gloriously naked, mock fighting, growling, and moaning as we turned, pushed, and pulled under the pouring water. She became wet almost instantly and her body slid against mine, wonderfully slick. We wrestled and moved against each other. I loved the feel of her slick skin against mine, and I pressed hard against her, my pussy pushing against her hard-muscled thigh. I wanted to hump it!
I was very conscious of her two breasts pressing against my face. I'm a year younger than she is and her large firm breasts were just above mine. Mine are just a little smaller than hers but a nice C cup and filling out nicely thank you.
"Get your huge tits out of my face, you Big Fat Cow," I yelled out. This had the desired effect - for me! She threw her shoulders back rubbed her firm breasts against my face. I turned and my lips were against her jutting nipples. I pressed my face against them again and again as I turned my face in mock horror, but in truth I loved it.
I really wanted to suck on those firm nipples. I loved the look and feel of hers. I just wished I could suck them for even a short moment. Her soft slick flesh pressed against my face and her nipples mashed against my lips. I turned back and forth like I was fighting her, but I really loved every second of it. Her erect nipples raked my face, my lips. God, I was in heaven.
With her superior weight and strength, she turned me around and took my arm and pulled it back and upward in a hammerlock, while she held me close against her. She had me! My arm hurt and I quickly yelled "Uncle! Uncle! You're hurting me!"
"Say you're sorry!" She growled.
"I'm sorry," I repeated, giggling.
"Say you're sorry you called me a Big Fat Cow!" She giggled too, easing up on my arm behind me. I could feel her stomach muscles jump against my back as she laughed.
"I'm sorry I called you a Big Fat Cow, you Big Fat Cow!" I laughed back. She released me, hugged me to her, and slapped my butt several times, stinging slaps, but her delicious breasts against my face made it all worthwhile. We laughed and giggled, hugging each other under the shower. God, I loved her!
She released me and I went back to soaping my body. She took the soap from my hand and began to lather her body. 'Fat cow' - there was not an ounce of fat on her, or on me for that matter. She was tall and muscular from the gymnastics she did. Her muscles rippled under her skin, her body was well-formed from all the gymnastic exercises she did. I looked at her body with the pride of a sister who loves her big Sister to distraction. My body is smaller, slender, and has the long muscles of a competitive swimmer, my specialty. My breasts are still developing, not as much as I'd like for them to, just starting to develop larger nipples like hers and Mom's silver dollar brown areolas. I heard someone call Mom 'Zaftig' once. I had to look it up and found it meant 'well rounded' in German. She was that, busty, and held herself tall and stately with breasts held high.
As we washed I stared at her breasts. They were nicely full, well-shaped and she has, what she said her boyfriend Ronnie called "puffy nipples." The areolas -- she taught me that term -- were almost three fingers wide, and bulged like swollen bee stings. The nipples were long and prominent too. Hard! I felt a stirring as I looked at them again.
She reached down and soaped her pussy. I loved that term "pussy" she had taught me. Her pussy hair was a lovely brown, trimmed neatly in an inverted triangle, and the lather swirled around in it as she washed. She looked down and saw me watching her.
"Have you washed your pussy?" She asked looking into my eyes.
I had several times, but lied innocently, with a straight face. "No, not yet"
"Ok, wash it like I showed you." She nodded toward my wet pussy hair which clung to my skin. My slit is deep and my inner lips don't protrude.
My heart jumped. I was going to do it in front of her. "Show me again how you do yours and I'll do mine at the same time.
She shook her head like I was a dunce. I think she knew I just wanted to watch her wash her pussy too. "OK, Dummy. I'll show you again. You sure aren't the swiftest fish in the stream are you?"
I dropped my head in mock shame. I had to hide a grin. She took the soap and lathered her hands; she spread her legs wide and ran her fingers down and in between her pussy lips. I watched fascinated as she slid a finger up and down her slit over and over, then inward and I could tell she had slid it up inside her pussy. She did it again and again. She closed her eyes a little as she rubbed her finger up high on her pussy. I knew how that felt!
She seemed to catch herself, opened her eyes, and caught me avidly watching. "Now you do it." Her voice was just a little hoarse, or was it my imagination?
I took the soap and lathered my hands and repeated her actions over and over. I loved the feel of my slippery fingers on my pussy, especially with her eyes watching me.
"Wash at the top real good, where your clit is! Make sure it's very clean." She eyed me and her hand went back to her pussy and her lather-covered finger moved up and down her slit. We stood inches apart, fingers playing up and down our pussies, "washing" them.
