Chapter 61 – The Sister’s Bath (1)
“…”
Mason stood in front of the closed door, unable to enter her bathroom.
Squeeze-, shoot.
The sound of Lucia splashing water on her body was heard in front of the tightly closed door.
Then the thought that the moment she opened this door and entered, she would see her naked, Lucia, tormented her.
I knew it wasn’t normal to imagine myself naked of the same sex, and that of her brother, but
The series of incidents she suffered caused her to continue to have strange imaginations of hers. Mason lowered her head and tried to dispel her thoughts.
Lucia’s neatly folded clothes on her floor made her even more distressed.
The younger sister’s naked body pressed close to Isabella’s naked body and groaned excitedly as they touched each other.
She knows herself to be her own disgusting delusion, though she knows that it is her paranoid notion that she would have had an affair with Isabella.
Her mind laughed at Mason, and the more she tried to stop her thoughts, the more explicit the scene.
Calm down Mason.
Just because she had already admitted her own weakness once, she couldn’t excuse herself from thinking this nonsense.
Mason removed her clothes from herself and bit her lip as she grabbed herself.
Washing her body with her brother is quite possible, and the more she thinks about it, the more she will be seen as strange to Lucia.
Mason left her naked and folded her clothes on the floor, and she slowly opened the door and went inside.
As she opened her door, her hot steam greeted her body, while the air outside gave her goosebumps.
“Uh, sister, why did it take so long?”
And I saw Lucia soaking her body in her water.
Lucia’s white skin takes her eyes as she sits in her little bathtub chair, wetting her body with the little ladle she uses for her bath.
Her neatly gathered white legs and her wet hair were disheveled on either side of her breasts, which she covered with one hand.
“Mi… No, it’s a little late.”
Mason hurriedly withdrew her involuntarily long gaze, and pretending nothing was wrong, she pulled herself into her chair next to Lucia and sat down.
“?”
Lucia seemed to find it strange that she dared to drag her chair beside her, but Mason had no time to explain.
Sitting behind Lucia, looking in the opposite direction from her, hurriedly splashed water on her body.
Now that it’s like this, she thinks it’s a wise decision to just quickly wash up and leave.
Startle-!
At that moment, I felt a soft hand on my shoulder, and my tense body reacted unnaturally violently.
“… Sister?”
“Yes?!”
Lucia’s voice came from behind her, but Mason couldn’t turn her head. The touch of her hand on her shoulder is more sensitive than anything else, and her face is hot with shame and embarrassment.
“Why are you so surprised… ?”
What should I do when I hear her worried voice. Of course, I am well aware that the current situation is awkward.
Even if you dare to turn your back to the other side of her and wet her body.
Covering her breasts with one hand as if to hide her body, the image of herself refusing to give Lucia a single word or glance.
“Sister, are you not sick?”
The embarrassment in her brother’s voice, full of concern, deepened.
But that was until I heard Lucia get up from her seat,
“Hey, wait!”
She screamed involuntarily, knowing it would look suspicious, but the cramped bathroom wasn’t enough for Mason to avoid her seat.
Squatting down beside her, she feels Lucia’s body brushing against her, her soft white thighs touching her own. Mason closed her eyes involuntarily.
“Sister, are you sick?”
I could feel the breath on my face, and the refreshing scent of a cleanly washed body.
Swoop-
A hand brushing my face, a moist hand touching my forehead.
“You don’t have a fever, but your face is a little red.”
“Ah, that, because the bathroom is open…”
“But why are you closing your eyes?”
Should I make an excuse?
If I see you naked, I think I can imagine Isabella and Cyana mingling, or Isabella and you mingling?
Let alone believing when I told the truth about what I’ve been through, it would be fortunate if I didn’t get treated like a psychopath again.
There was no excuse, and in fact, it was worse than not saying it.
Mason could only slowly open her tightly closed eyes.
“Um…”
Concerned, Lucia’s face, still holding her forehead, came into view.
It was then that Mason realized that this was the first time he had ever seen her sister’s face this close.
She resembles herself, but with a smaller, slimmer face that exudes a much more feminine air.
Her white skin, wet brown hair, and a wet, moist face.
And below that, the naked body of the younger brother whom I saw for the first time.
Her flawless, clean skin was different from her scarred self. Tucked under her slender neck, her well-groomed body was clearly visible even when she was squatting.
Rather, because she sat down, her supple and soft body was well exposed. Drops of water flowed down the curves of her two breasts, which had risen softly, compared to her rough and hard self from hard training.
Beneath it was a smooth abdomen that did not overlap even though it was folded, a smooth and wide silence followed connected to the soft thighs, and below that, in the center, a glimpse of the upper part of the buttocks without a single hair.
“Huh… ?”
At Lucia’s slightly nasal voice, Mason hurriedly raised his head. There, Lucia narrowed her eyes and smiled softly.
“Hey, sister, why do you look at my body like that?”
Lucia said that and pushed her face further. The sudden movement caused the water droplets on her body to splash slightly, and the refreshing scent further disturbed Mason.
“Oh, no.”
Mason said that and turned her head away. She just thought that her own behavior seemed a bit perverted, and she tried to find out why her heart started beating a little faster.
“Why? Do you think you have a pretty body?”
Lucia stood up from her seat and took a tempting pose. The beauty of her body is further emphasized, and her two breasts, which sway as she changes her posture, move gently.
“How is it, sister, isn’t this pretty pretty? I’m not bragging, but I got a lot of flirting while working, right?”
Mason turned her flushed face away, but she couldn’t help but sense that she wasn’t lying. From a young age, Lucia was the envy of boys her age.
Lucia turned her body halfway toward her mason, taking a stance that accentuated her back. She smiled coquettishly as she placed her hands on her waist beside her broad hips.
“Well, it’s a pity that I can’t compare to Isabella’s beauty.”
Upon hearing the name Isabella, Mason’s thoughts stopped for a moment.
Isabella.
Mason’s gaze goes to Lucia’s buttocks, which is still turned.
I imagine Isabella’s thin, white hands moving under her soft buttocks.
Opening her hemlock between her two mounds, her fingers slipping into her.
Gently move her vagina to release it, go deeper into it and stimulate her back and forth.
‘Ah… ♥’
Lucia’s excited groan and her face as she looked at Isabella with her pleasure-stained eyes.
Dizzy. It must have been the heat in the bathroom.
-What if, what if…
Again, her own voice, like her grumpy old woman, comes from the other side of her.
If not, though.
Although I knew that Lucia liked her Isabella from her old days.
If her heart is the same as Shiana’s.
Mason knew that she was disgusted with herself, but she wanted to reassure her that she didn’t want her brother taken away from her and that she wasn’t like that.
If only she could check.
In a corner of Mason’s mind, there was a feeling that she wanted to be sure even if she looked at her body.
At the same time, it was proof of how insecure she was and how she developed an obsession with her brother.
“… Sister?”
At Lucia’s words, she raised her head. There, I saw Lucia’s face, trying to evoke her shyness and strange atmosphere.
“Well, if you stare at me like that…”
“M-I’m sorry.”
Mason turned her head hurriedly. She felt her self-loathing start to creep up again.
With her own shady, obnoxious delusions about her own family.
She felt her heart beating faster and faster.
“Eh, that’s not fair!”
Suddenly, at the playful voice of Lucia, she raised her head, but Lucia was not there.
Creation-
Instead, a hand dug between her armpits from behind her and grabbed Mason’s chest.
“A perverted sister! Staring at her sister’s body like that?!”
“Oh, let’s go to sleep-“
The more she struggled, the more Lucia hugged her. She didn’t want to focus, but she could feel Lucia’s soft breasts pressing down on her back more clearly.
As if Lucia was getting paid for seeing her own body, she hugged Mason even more and touched her breasts.
“Sister, why are you staring at my body so hard when you have such soft breasts?!”
“Um…”
Mason wanted to get rid of her, but he couldn’t get away with it because he knew it was her act to relieve her uncomfortable atmosphere.
Also.
I really hated to admit it.
Every time Lucia gently touched her breasts, the tickle that flowed along with the movement of her fingertips.
Even though she knew it was simply a bodily reaction, she felt dirty.
“Hey, stop it now…”
Somehow separating Lucia, Mason tried to hide her blushing face.
“Heh, the punishment should have been enough.”
Her Lucia’s body moved away from her, then she brought her chair behind her and sat down next to her. Mason, a little suspicious of her behavior, raised her head.
Lucia, holding a ladle filled with warm water, smiled brightly.
“Come on, sister, let me wash you.”
“Uh?”
“Don’t be so frozen, would you like to raise your arms?”
Mason watched her brother say that, and somehow she got the feeling that she might be a little hard to deny.
