1. Times in my Life: Part Five


    Date: 5/17/2017, Categories: True Story, Consensual Sex, First Time, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: Catmandue53, Rating: 89.7, Source: sexstories.com

    shampoo bottle and squirted some onto my hand then began washing my hair. As the lather started to build up I closed my eyes and continued to scrub my scalp, enjoying the feel of the hot water as it hit the back of my neck and the tops of my shoulders. As I raised my head and backed up into the water to rinse the bubbles off my head I felt a rapid change in temperature as the shower curtain opened then quickly closed. I opened my eyes to see my sister looking at me impatiently, “Finish rinsing your hair then change places with me. I’m running way behind this morning so you’re going to have to share the shower with me!” As soon as the last of the shampoo lather was out of my hair she grabbed my waist and then slithered past me as she turned me to one side and then pushed me out of her way. “Geeze sis… pushy much?” “I told you, I’m running way behind and I don’t have time to wait until you’re done in here” she replied somewhat angrily at me. “Okay, all right… you don’t have to bite my head off!” “I’m sorry… I just can’t afford to be late.” Whereas most guys would get all bent out of shape at having their naked sister jump in the shower with them, it really was a non-issue for me. We had grown up sharing our baths, washing each other’s backs and feet. While it’s true that it had been some time since we had done that our family’s liberal viewpoint of nudity in the house meant that I had seen her naked quite a few times since those shared bath times. I grabbed a bar of soap and ...
    a wash cloth and started scrubbing myself starting at my neck and working my way down. I would stick the cloth under the flow of the water from the shower head from time to time before lathering it up again, continuing to clean myself until I got to my feet. I have always hated washing my feet… I still find it hard to balance myself on one foot while washing the other. More than once I had nearly lost my balance or slipped on the suds in the bottom of the tub. “Do my back please”, my sister asked in the same voice she would use if she were asking me to pass her the potatoes at supper time. She had already turned around and was waiting for me to acquiesce to her semi-command. “Sure, as long as you do mine, and my feet too, okay?” I asked her. “Okay, sure… just like old times eh?” I had to smile… the ‘old times’ had happened a few years ago as she had started puberty and became more self-conscious about her body. It appeared to me that when speed outweighed her desire to be alone she was more than ready to share the bathroom and everything in it if the need was high enough. This morning was obviously one of those times. I ran the cloth under the water then lathered it up with the soap bar. I also ran the soap bar down her back from her shoulders before I started using the cloth to scrub her back clean. After a few minutes I announced, “Okay, I’m done.” She turned around and let the water rinse the soap off her back before she again performed her little ‘trading places’ move, ...