{Here's part two. Thanks for the feedback on part 1. I know I need work on my punctuation. If anyone sees something that stands out, can you point it out to me?}
I dried myself, slipped a pair of night shorts on and sat on the side of my bed, without even knowing what I was doing. I didn't even hear Cat come out of the shower and walk to her room.
When I came back to myself, I was sitting on the side of my bed with my towel balled up in my hands. I stood up and walked down the hall to put my towel in the laundry.
"Hey Bobby?" Cat shouted.
"Yeah?" I said; my mind still distant.
"My back is really dry. I've got some oil in here, but I can't reach. Please put some oil on for me. I haven't put any on my back in a long time and it itches like crazy." she called from her room.
When I got to her room, I wasn't surprised to see her laying the same way she was before. This time she had one hand up over her shoulder, holding her long blond hair up off her back and the other hand was stretched out toward the door with a bottle of oil in it.
Fine, I thought, she's suddenly not shy, she wants me to put oil on her, I'll do it. I could feel my shorts rise away from my body as I started into her room, so I held the towel in front of myself to block her view, since my cock was threatening to push its way through the front of my shorts.
When I got to the side of the bed, I took the bottle and when I did, she reached over to where her other hand was holding her hair and folded it into some kind of bun on top of her head. She then folded her hands in front of her and rested her chin on them. I was standing there thinking, who is this girl and what has she done with my sister, as my eyes glided down her body, taking in every inch, not wanting to miss a freckle.
"Thanks Bobby, make sure you use a lot, I'm really dry." Cat said, as she rocked back and forth to get comfortable.
At this point, I could have used my cock to hang the towel on while I put the oil on her. I was thinking I should wrap the towel around my waist, so my hard on wouldn't be so obvious.
Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed the towel out of my hand and said. "I don't need a towel." As she tossed it on the floor. "WOW! Did I do that? She said with her eyes wide when she turned her head back toward me.
"I'm sorry!" I gasped, with panic and embarrassment taking over my mind and I started toward the door.
"Hey!" Cat yelled and grabbed my arm. "Don't be embarrassed, it's a natural reaction, and I'm flattered. Please put the oil on Bobby, I'm so dry and itchy. Please?"
I took a deep breath. "Ok, I thought you were going to be pissed, that's why I was holding the towel there."
"Don't be silly." Cat laughed, and rested her hand on her chin again. "I know about guys and their hormones at your age."
"You mean, you..."
"No! I never had sex before, but Mom told me all about it. Come on, my back really itches Bobby!" Cat said, and moved her shoulders like she was trying to get something off them.
"Oh; yeah." I said looking down at the bottle in my hand.
Well, I thought, that's just it. Her back is dry, she wants oil on it, and she's been getting me used to seeing her naked these last couple of days, so I wouldn't freak, like I did the first day. I popped the top on the oil and Cat moved around to get comfortable again. I poured some oil into my palm, laid the bottle on her night stand and rubbed my hands together. Then I lightly started kind of brushing the oil across Cat's shoulders.
"Bobby?" she said, with her teeth gritted, because her chin was still resting on her hands.
"What?" I said and pulled my hands quickly away.
"I know you've probably never done this before; but I'm not going to break. It's not like finger painting; you have to rub the oil into my skin. Remember when Mom showed us how to make bread?"
"Yeah?" I said, trying to figure out what that had to do with putting oil on her back.
"It's kind of like kneading the dough, only you're not going to be pulling on my skin and folding it over its self. But you use your fingers like that, while you're spreading the oil around." Cat explained, looking up at me and making motions with her fingers on one hand.
"Okay?" I said, reaching toward her again.
"And use more oil please?" she asked as rested her chin again.
"Got it!" I said, grabbing the bottle again and pouring more oil in my palm. In my mind if I was going to do something, I wanted to do it right. So now I was on a mission. I rubbed my hands to get again and spread the oil all over her upper back, and then I started at her shoulders with the kneading motion.
Cat sighed and said, "Yeah; a little harder."
I put more pressure on my fingers.
"Harder."
I dug in.
"Easy!" she called, arching her back.
"Sorry!" I said, and eased up a little.
"Yeahhhhhh!" she sighed and sank into the bed, putting her arms up over her head.
I heard a muffled moan from where Cat's face was buried in the covers. A few minutes later I heard more, she really sounded like she was enjoying it. OK, I was getting the hang of this now. Cat's back really was dry; I could see a big difference between where I was rubbing as I worked my way down to the middle of her back and her lower back. I grabbed the bottle again, poured more oil in my palm, rubbed my hands together and went back to her shoulder and started working my way down again.
As more muffled moans told me I was doing a good job, I was noticing how smooth Cat's skin was. Not a blemish on it. She also had, always had a beautiful tan tone to her skin year round. She never lay out in the sun or went to a tanning salon. We did spend a lot of time at a nearby lake, so I notice the slightest bikini line across her back and when I turned back from getting another palm full of oil, I glanced down a little lower, and notice a slight difference in shade between Cat's lower back and her sexy smooth ass. It was the most perfect ass I had ever seen, granted, I hadn't seen many in the flesh, so to speak, but a when I was younger a friend of mine had a huge stash of magazines, because he would grab them out of the garbage when his father threw them out. He was like the nudie magazine librarian. He would let trusted friends borrow them as long as we brought them back in good condition, and in a reasonable amount of time. So I did have references to compare Cathy's ass to.
Another muffled moan brought my attention back to what I was doing. I grabbed another palm full of oil, rubbed my hands together and started working on her lower back. Cat gave another satisfied moan and turned her head toward me, laying the side of her head on the backs of her hands.
"Holy cow Bobby, that thing's poking out farther than it was before!" Cat said, staring at the raging hard on that was making my shorts look like a tipped over tent.
I felt my face flush and said, "Sorry, I really can't help it"
Cat kind of wiggled around and said, "You're doing really good on the left side, but you're not putting as much pressure on the right side"
"Sorry", I told her, putting a knee on the bed to reach her better, "I was afraid if I leaned over any more, I'd be leaning on your back instead of rubbing it."
Cathy raised her head off her hands, looked back and said, "Well, if you get up on the bed and put one leg on either side of me, you probably won't have to lean over like that and you'll be able to get even pressure on both sides."
I started to lift myself onto the bed with my knee and Cathy said, "Wait!" Stopping me in my tracks. "I already put oil on my legs; you better take your shorts off so you don't get oil all over them."
I stared at her, trying to comprehend what I had just heard, then I said, "No way! I don't have anything on under these."
