This story's characters are all aged over the age of consent, non are under 18 years old. There is no force or coercion. Every action is consensual.
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It was a Thursday night, the rain fell steadily in large thick drops, hitting the pavement and bouncing up again as the click, click of a pair of low heels rang around the street. Sally Roughton trudged through the rain, she was wet, no she was soaked through. No! she was drenched because her car had broken down and she had chanced getting home before it rained. At 42, she should have known better. Murphy's law had kicked in and the heavens opened just as she turned the corner of the street furthest from where she had left the car. She was cold, wet, tired and hungry. Her little brother had better be home with a meal waiting or..
"Or What?" she thought, what on earth could she do to her brother? He was his own master and seldom listened to her suggestions, or rants as he called them.
At 35 he was a grown up, "allegedly" she thought, but his behavour at times was juvenile to say the least. Like his offer to fix her car, which he'd promised to do last weekend and failed to do. Why? because he was too hungover to do it. Which was why she was walking home, in the rain without a coat, drenched. She pulled her arms tighter across her chest, feeling her stiff nipples rub against the thin blouse under her crossed arms.
"Bloody Gavin!" she raged, crossing the empty road towards her home.
The small two bedroom bungalow was unlit and she knew that meant Gavin was out. She slid her bag off her shoulder and searched inside for her keys. Finding them in the damp interior of her beloved bag she began to gulp and sob. Reaching out she inserted the key, but was surprised to find the door unlocked. Cursing under her breath at Gavin failing again to lock up when he went out, she struggled through the door. Pausing to kick her damp ruined shoes off, she shuddered with cold and walked across the hall.
Walking along to her room she passed Gavin's door,which was ajar and she could hear a rustling noise inside, she paused and listened, shivering with cold. As her hand reached for the door knob, it suddenly swung back and Gavin stood there, naked before her. Her eyes drifted up and down his naked frame, then her eyes dropped to his flaccid cock, amongst a mass of dark curly crinkly hair. In the warm air of the bungalow it must have been seven or eight inches, hanging semi hard, smooth and uncut.
"I... I.. I.." Sally finally managed to look Gavin in the eyes,
"Hey Sis you're soaking, what happened?" He asked with a trace of real concern in his voice.
"My bloody car broke down is what happened; because you, you twat, didn't fix it like you promised." She yelled angrily, reddened and again began to blub.
"Jees Sis, sorry, look let me run you a bath, get yourself out of your stuff and get in and warm up."
Gavin wheeled past her, and stepped into the bathroom, she heard the water start and Gavin came back out and pulled her after him.
"Right come on get this lot off, bloody hell you weren't joking were you, you're drenched through."
Before she knew it Gavin had her skirt, blouse and hold up stockings off, then he unhooked her bra, leaving her small 32A breasts bare, her nipples again tightening and puckering. He knelt before her and peeled her knickers down, struggling as the wet fabric clung to her skin. Lifting one of her feet slightly he pulled one side free and she stepped out the other. She was so cold, confused and mesmerized.
Gavin steered her to the bath and helped her in. He had judged the temperature correctly and she gratefully sank down into the water. Gavin placed a towel behind her head and handed her a flannel. She just lay there in the warm water and finally relaxed. Gavin brought the chair over and sat beside her, smiling.
"What?" She said glancing at him, feeling his gaze on her, she felt embarrassed and shyly crossed her arms over her small breasts.
"Nothing, except, I've never really seen you naked before this, you're really sexy, you're body's pretty perfect."
"Thanks Gav, I'll take that as a vote of confidence, wanna do my back?" She said, feeling something like genuine affection for him, which she couldn't remember ever feeling before now.
She uncrossed her arms and splashed them into the tub. As she sat up Gavin removed the towel and took the flannel from her. Dipping it in the water, as she scooted forward, he rubbed soap on it and proceeded to give her back a firm scrub.
"Ohh! Gav that's nice, mmm, you might just get the job." She wiggled in response to his sensual scrub, he smiled and kissed her shoulder, she blushed.
"I do this better than fix cars, here."
He passed the soap and flannel to her.
"What...?"
"To do your front, whatever else I doubt you want me messing around with your boobs, big sis."
His face was lit up with pleasure and she felt a surge of love for this big smiling man standing before her. His penis was level with her eye line and she admired the soft smooth skin, hanging down in front of her. It suddenly twitched and she was sure it was firming. She giggled again and looked up into his big blue eyes.
"What the hell, here get on with it, I'm bloody exhausted."
Sally lay back and Gavin expertly replaced the towel behind her head,
"Arm!" he demanded, she raised one to him and he washed it firmly, but gently.
"Other arm!" She complied.
"OK, deep breath and relax."
The warm soapy flannel was wrapped around his hand as he washed her neck, chest and breasts and down her flattish stomach to just above her navel. He rinsed and cleaned the soap away, taking great care to ensure all the soap was off her breasts, several times. Sally lay contented and definitely aroused.
"Mmm, little brov, that's nice, wanna finish the job?"
She slid down the bath to cover her stomach and the underside of her breasts.
"Sure lift a leg," he grinned.
She languidly lifted her left leg and he gently soaped and rinsed it, as she let it fall back she raised her right leg and he repeated his ministrations. When he finished she raised her left leg again and winked at him.
"OK, I think we're done," he said and dropped the flannel over her crotch area, which lay just below the surface. Standing he took the chair back to its rightful place and made for the door.
"You finish up in here and I'll put the kettle on, I think Hot chocolate is called for, do you want milky or half and half?"
"Milky, but first finish the job."
Saying this Sally reached for the towel behind her head, sat up, threw it at him then stood up. He gazed at his naked sister and grinned. Walking back he took the proffered flannel and soap, bent and rinsed the flannel and began soaping it. Taking his time he looked in awe at his big sisters luscious body, the skin smooth and shiny, her face clear of makeup or artifice.
Her eyes bored into his and he thought he saw a deep abiding love reflected back towards him. He grinned as he studied her small perfect breasts, high up on her chest, with their nipples firm and pointy. His gaze slid down her body, the flat stomach, curving out to her hips, the tangle of pubic hair and then the long, perfectly toned legs.
"Bottom first," she said and turned away from him, leaning forward slightly to present herself to him.
He saw the perfect globes of her cheeks and the gap between revealing the outline of her crease and a wild profusion of hair on her pussy. He soaped her bottom with the flannel then let it drop in the bath.
"Oops, clumsy me, never mind, this'll do," he said and slid his hands over her cheeks, feeling the delicious curve of her buttocks as she swayed slightly at his touch.
He enjoyed the feel of her smooth butt in his hands, and briefly slipped a hand between to wash her tiny puckered anus and the back of her pussy lips, feeling her begin to gyrate on his soapy hand. Frightened of pushing things any further, he moved his hand back onto her bottom.
After a while he reached down into the bath to retrieve the flannel and rinse the soap off her bottom. As he bent he kissed her soapy perfectly shaped cheeks and sighed. He knelt as she spun slowly until his eyes were level with her pussy. She was unshaven and he marveled at the silky plume hiding her secret places. He leaned forward and kissed her mons, before bringing the soapy flannel up to her mound and gently washing her.
Finishing he stood and looked at her hungrily,
"Why don't you go and boil some milk, big boy," she said, looking meaningfully at his cock, watching it stir and straighten further. In her mind a voice was saying "yes please", but she pushed the thought away.
"I'll finish up here and join you in the kitchen."
