I looked at her skeptically, but began to undress. While I was stripping down, she said a few words and stopped the water. After we were both finished, we stood in silence for a few moments. I was cold and the tips of the fleshy mounds on my chest crinkled up and hardened.
"Okay, you can get in now." Kira said, finally turning to look at me. She froze. She stared at my naked body, her gaze traveling everywhere with an odd expression on her face. I self-consciously moved to the bath and I saw Kira shake her head before turning away to mess with something beside the tub. I lifted my leg over and made sure I had good balance before I put my other leg in. I stood still, wondering what happened next.
Kira looked up at me and laughed. Her face was pink but her smile was infectious. "What? You told me to get in the bath." I figured that I must have been doing something wrong because she covered her mouth and giggled again.
"You sit in it," she told me. "So the water gets all over your body." Kira's eyes roamed over my body as I sat down, her face becoming pinker when I caught her looking.
"What do I do now?" I didn't how this would get me clean. There was no grass or trees for me to wipe myself on.
Kira held up a white block that looked whittled down at the edges. "You scrub yourself with this. It's a bar of soap. It will get all of the dirt and stuff off of you." I took the soap and stared at it mutely.
I looked up at Kira to find she was suppressing a smile. She slowly stood up and took off her shirt and bra. I looked unabashedly at her half-naked body. She was very curvy and the mounds on her chest looked bigger than mine. At the tips, she had dark circles with long, hard things sticking off the end. She stepped forward and took the bar of soap out of my hand.
"Here, you do it like this." She dipped the soap in the water and began rubbing the bar across my skin. She started with my chest and shoulders, naming off what she was washing as she went. She gently pushed me forward so she could reach my back and she massaged my muscles as she cleaned me. I found myself relaxing under her touch and I closed my eyes so I could savor the sensation. She splashed water onto my back before pulling me so I leaned against the tub. Then, she began washing my stomach.
She made giant swoops over my belly, still naming everything she touched. She paused for a moment before running the bar of soap gently against my breasts. At first, the contact was barely noticeable, but she grew bolder and soon was rubbing the slippery bar in circles on my chest. Her voice got deeper and huskier as she became emboldened and started washing my breasts in earnest. I watched as she rubbed the bar across the soft expanses of my chest and over my light pink nipples. They became hard at the slight contact and I had to suppress a shiver as she rubbed her free hand over my other breast in soft circles. She ran one finger across my soapy nipple and I looked into her face. Her breathing was shallow and her eyes were glued to my body. I looked back down as I felt her pinch my nipple between two fingers. I gasped and moaned at the sensation that traveled from my chest straight down to the junction between my thighs. That seemed to wake Kira up a bit and she quickly moved her hands from my boobs.
She worked her way down my legs and onto my feet, avoiding the aching spot in between my legs. She quickly washed my pussy, being gentle and thorough without alleviating the burning sensation that was slowly consuming my whole body. I wanted her to touch me. Since she wouldn't touch me, I reached down to touch myself but she caught my hand.
"Not now," she said, her voice husky and soft. She shook her head back and forth before standing up. She grabbed a towel and wiped off her hands and her forearms. "Stand up and dry off with this. You rub it over your body and it will soak up the moisture."
She turned away from me and began to put her clothes back on. She was wearing brown breeches that hung straight down from her curvy rear to her feet. They stopped a couple of inches above the ground, exposing her bare toes. Her shirt was dark blue and sleeveless and it clung tightly to her stomach and chest so I could see every curve. She ran her hand through her red hair and then handed me a fresh set of clothes to put on.
I quickly put on a black, supportive bra that didn't cover much of my breasts. It was a bit too big, but I didn't complain. The panties were plain and red, covering most of my ass, but hanging low over my mound. My pants, like hers, were dark brown, but unlike her my shirt was bright red and had short sleeves that barely covered my shoulders.
When I was finished, she nodded and smiled. "Let's go downstairs and get some food, shall we?" Her voice was bright and cheerful and she had plastered a carefree smile on her face. She turned and led me out of the bathroom and down into the kitchen.
She talked ceaselessly as she began cooking but I wasn't paying much attention to what she was saying. I was more concerned with what she was doing. She moved quickly and efficiently, as though she had practiced these exact moves a countless number of times. She sometimes faltered, though, as though something she said had caught her off guard. She also refused to look at me. She faced forward the entire time she was preparing our food. Once she was finished and had divvied everything up, she paused and took a deep breath. Then, still trying to avoid looking at me, she placed the food in front of and across from me and sat down.
"Go ahead and eat," she murmured. "It might be hot, though, so be careful." I slowly began eating, but I didn't taste my food. I kept my eyes locked on her as much as I possibly could. She kept her eyes down through the entire meal and didn't say a word.
When I had cleared the food off of my plate, I pushed it forward and sat back in my chair, crossing my arms. "Kira," I said forcefully. "Look at me." She slowly raised her eyes, a panicked look on her face. I leaned forward and reached across the table to hold her hand. She flinched when I touched her and pulled away. I didn't try to touch her again, but I left my hand where it was. "What's going on?" I asked seriously. "What's wrong?"
"N-nothing," she stuttered. "Nothing at all." She averted her eyes but I was having none of it.
"No, look at me." She looked back into my eyes and I nodded. "It's okay," I said, my voice softening. "Whatever it is. Just tell me what's wrong."
She glanced down briefly before bringing her eyes back to mine. "It's just... Don't mention what happened today in your bath to anyone, all right?" She spoke quietly, her voice barely more than a whisper. "That wasn't supposed to happen and it won't happen again." She looked away again with an expression on her face that I was unfamiliar with.
I leaned back in my chair again and watched her silently for a moment. "Okay," I said, nodding. "I won't tell anyone." I didn't understand what happened that was wrong, but I assumed it had something to do with her touching my breasts. Sadness washed over me; I really liked her touching me. Oh well, I thought. I'll just have to touch myself when I get a moment alone.
She nodded slowly and took our plates back over to another washbasin. She said a few words and water came up from a small pipe that arched over the bowl. She quickly cleaned our plates and silverware, placing them back in the cupboards she got them from.
"Okay," she said, turning to me once more with a bright smile back on her face. "It's time to work."
The next few hours flew by. First, Kira started talking to me both verbally and through our Link. Then, she'd speak a sentence verbally and ask me what she said. It took a while, but eventually I was able to equate most of the sounds with the words in my head. After that, she tried to get me to make a few sounds with my mouth, but my lips were like lead and my tongue was incapable of making such precise movements.
Eventually, I gave up and Kira pulled me into another room, this one full of cloth and other bits and pieces. She pulled out a coiled piece of cloth with odd looking lines and squiggles on it. She had me stand with my legs hip width apart and my arms lifted up and extended.
"This is measuring," she informed, me, wrapping the stiff cloth around my body in several different places. She then took a stick of wood and a piece of something square, thin, and white and made more lines and squiggles on it. She then showed me the cloth she was using. "These lines show me how much material I'm going to need to make your clothes." I nodded, understanding a little bit.
