If you're looking hot and heavy sex, then this is not the story for you.
It's a slow moving and gentle story.
It's an easy and light read.
Enjoy and feel free to leave a comment.
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"Hi sis, what can I do for you?"
"John, I'm in a bit of a pickle."
"Oh! Are you ok?"
"Yes, I'm fine but my flat isn't."
"What's happened?"
"Burst pipes and I need to move out while the repairs are going on. Can I move in with you for a bit?"
"Of course you can. When were you planning on moving in?"
"What about tomorrow after work?"
"It's not too late now if you want. Get some clothes together and I'll go collect you."
"Would you mind?"
"Of course not. I'll get my spare room sorted and go straight over. Will an hour be enough?"
"You're a sweetheart big brother. An hour will be fine. See you then."
And that is how this story started. My sister, younger by two years, moved in while her flat was being repaired and re-decorated. The heavy winter frosts must have weakened a few pipes and they eventually burst. The mess they caused would keep her away for at least eight weeks according to the builders. Fixing the burst pipes was the easy part. Getting the flat dry and replacing floors and ceilings was the tricky part. The builders were busy at other jobs and as she had somewhere to move into, they didn't see her as a priority over those that couldn't move out during renovations. Thankfully she was well-insured and was only going to be out a few hundred pounds for the access payments.
The first week was uneventful. Gwen and I went to work during the day and dined together in the evenings. She worked as a dental nurse in a town centre practice; I worked in the local library. We carried on with our own social lives and fortunately neither of us was involved with anyone special, so the potential embarrassment of bringing someone back for a bit of fun never materialised. However, we did get used to having each other around and things started to relax a bit. For example, we were no longer bothered being seen in our underwear. Our first encounter was when she emerged from her bedroom, early in the second week, looking for her uniform. She was dressed in just her underwear, a white cotton bra with matching full briefs. Very comfortable looking but certainly not arousing in any sense.
"You ok sis?" I asked.
"Sorry John, I left my uniform on the ironing board."
She went into the utility room and then back into her room carrying her uniform.
"I'm away sis," I shouted to her. "Catch you later."
"Ok John. See you at dinner."
My day went quietly, no library pun intended, and over dinner later that evening I sensed that something was wrong with Gwen and it was while we were doing the dishes that I asked her if everything was ok.
"I'm sorry about this morning John," she said.
"Sorry about what?" I replied puzzled.
"Walking around in my undies," she frowned. "I just didn't think."
I laughed.
"You've nothing to apologise for sis. I didn't mind at all. In fact, it's nice to see that you're relaxed enough to do it."
"You sure you didn't mind?"
"I definitely didn't mind. Anyway, what normal guy is going to complain about a woman walking around in her undies?"
Laughing she swatted me with the drying cloth and called me a perv. Getting that off her chest made the atmosphere more relaxed and the rest of the evening was spent watching TV.
The next morning she came out of her room fully dressed.
"What, no lingerie parade this morning?" I said sarcastically.
"It's your turn," she said with a smile.
"Be careful what you wish for sis," I replied.
"All talk big bro," she retorted.
We left together laughing.
The rest of the week went quietly with neither of us displaying our undies. On Saturday morning I went into the utility room to look for cleanser for my hot-tub. I'd planned on giving it a good clean and getting it ready for use now that Spring had arrived. I thought Gwen was still asleep so I just went in my boxers. As I came back into the living room I heard Gwen coming in the front door. She'd been to the shops and was not still in bed as I thought. We both froze for a moment.
"Oh," she said surprised. "You paying me back for earlier in the week?" she asked with a smile."
"And what if I am?"
"Well thank you bro," she laughed. "What you up to?" she asked looking at what I was holding.
"I thought I'd give the hot-tub a good clean after the winter now that the warmer weather is starting."
"You've a hot-tub?" she said surprised.
"Yes, didn't you know?"
"No I didn't. When and where?"
"About this time last year and it's at the side of the house."
"Show me."
"Can I get dressed first?" I said mockingly.
"If you must," she said in mock disappointment.
I went into my room and pulled on some old clothes that would do for cleaning. She put the shopping away and was waiting at the back door for me. Unlocking the door, I went into the garden and round to the right. Gwen followed closely.
"Wow," she said. "It looks good. How often do you use it?"
"In the beginning, every weekend, but as the novelty wore off, it ended up maybe once a month."
"Held any wild parties in it?" she said with a wink.
"No, not yet," I said.
"Sounds promising bro," she laughed.
"You never know," I said winking back.
"Would you like me to help?"
"I never turn down the offer of help with a dirty job."
"I'll go get changed and you can tell me what to do."
She came back a few minutes later in an old sweat suit. I gave her a few rags and showed her what to do. Thankfully the tub wasn't too dirty and there was no mould growing in it.
The work wasn't hard but it raised a sweat and before long Gwen took her sweat top off revealing a white vest top. From the jiggle of her boobs as she washed and scrubbed it was clear that she was bra-less and on one occasion as she leaned forward the vest billowed showing off some lovely cleavage. Stiff nipples also betrayed her bra-less state, not that I was complaining. But those thoughts were quickly followed by the guilt of ogling my sister.
Between us it took just under an hour to have the surfaces clean and the chrome fittings gleaming again. Once it was ready I turned the taps on to fill it.
"Are we going to use it now?" Gwen asked with some surprise.
"We can if you want," I replied. "But it will take a while to fill and get up to temperature."
"How does it work?"
"Well the heaters in the tub heat the water..."
"I know that dummy," she said with a laugh. "I meant how is it used?"
"You just sit in it. The hot water relaxes you and you can turn on the water jets to sort of make it like a Jacuzzi."
"Do you not get cold?"
"No. In fact you could get into it with snow on the ground and not feel cold. Getting back out would be cold though."
"So you could start using it right away?"
"Yes, why you interested?"
"I've never been in one, so, yes I am."
"We could try it later if you want. It'll take about 4 hours to fill and warm. So, would you like to try before dinner or well after so we don't get cramps?"
"Can we try it before? I don't think I could wait that long," she laughed.
"No problem. It should be ready about 4 o'clock.
We both showered after our sweaty work and had a light snack while we waited for the tub to be ready. It was clear that Gwen was getting giddy at the prospect of using the tub. She found it difficult to settle herself.
I went to my room and changed into some swimmers and got two towelling robes. Wearing one I went back out to the living room. Gwen was sitting on the edge of the sofa. I handed her the robe and told her to go and get into her bathing suit. She arrived back a few minutes later wearing the robe and we sat there in the living room. She sat with her legs under her reading a magazine. Her robe gaped slightly at the top and I could make out the top of a blue swimming suit. Time would tell if it was a suit or a bikini.
Let me describe Gwen. She's 26 years old, about 5' 5" and curvy; with straight, shoulder length, brown hair. Judging by what I saw the other morning when she came out in her underwear, I'd guess she was a B-cup, she's a bit hippy, but great thighs. More pear-shaped I think they call it. She had her hair twisted up and pinned to the top of her head. No doubt to keep it out of the water and dry.
Me on the other hand. I'm about 5' 7" and scrawny. My vital statistic is about 5½" when fully erect (that ½" is very important lol), nothing like the 12" monsters that porn stars possess or the 8" 'rod of steel' that most guys would claim to have.
"Do you think it's ready?" asked an excited Gwen as the clock showed 4pm.
"I'll check," I said.
Coming back in I said, "We're ready."
Gwen almost skipped out to the tub she was so excited. I had to smile to myself and was pleased she was having fun. Once at the tub I led the way by taking off my robe and hanging it on a nearby hook. Climbing in I settled down while Gwen removed her robe and followed me in. It was a bathing suit. Not too low a neckline but enough that it showed some cleavage. The cups must have had some padding as her nipples didn't poke through. The bottom of the suit went a couple of inches down her thighs thus giving her ass an ample covering. More's the pity, I thought before mentally chiding myself for the taboo thought.
"This is lovely," she said sporting a wide grin. "I could certainly get used to this."
"You can use it as often as you want sis."
"Why do you not use it more often?"
"On my own it seems a bit sad and lonely and I can't be bothered for just me."
"What about friends? Do they not use it?"
"None of them know I have it. I didn't want to be pestered by them always wanting to use it and end up losing some of my 'alone time'."
"Who all have used it?" Gwen asked.
"Just me and now you."
"Am I privileged then?" she said mockingly.
"Yes. I suppose you are," I laughed.
We sat in silence for a while before Gwen asked what else it could do. I turned on the jets and she cooed as it massaged her body.