Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 37

"Sit down so I can do your feet."

I sat down in the tub and held my left foot up. She squatted down, grabbed my foot and gave it a good washing. She let go of it and I held my other foot up, and she gave it a good wash too.

"Thanks sis, I appreciate the foot wash." I smiled kindly at her as she finished washing off my foot. Although it had been no small amount of time since we had washed each other I had really enjoyed the sensation of someone washing my back and feet. I always felt cleaner knowing that my back was cleaner than I could get it by myself and that I didn't have to endure the treachery of a slippery tub just waiting to trip me up.

She smiled at me and replied, "And I appreciate the back wash Nick... we could do this more often." As she finished speaking she opened the shower curtain and disappeared from my sight. I moved back and let the water run down my neck, shoulders and back. This was my favorite part of a shower... all cleaned up and just relaxing under the spray of the shower head.

After a couple of minutes I heard the hair dryer start up and listened to the 'whooshy' noise it made as she manoeuvered around her head. The pitch of the sound changed as the dryer got closer to her head, getting a little higher pitched before she moved it again to another area not so close to her head.

I knew from previous experience that there was no use in leaving the tub before she was done with her hair so I turned off the water and opened the shower curtain. I reached over to the towel rack and grabbed my towel, then began drying myself off.

When I was done hung the towel over the shower curtain bar then sat down on the toilet seat, waiting for my sister to finish off her routine. I watched the hair dryer orbiting her head as she used a brush to style her hair. As she let her hair grow full length down her back it really wasn't a difficult style to maintain... but it did take a while and some fairly dexterous movements to get it all dry, letting her head hang backwards and directing the hot air under her long mane of hair, all the while using the brush to keep the shape she wanted to achieve.

As I watched her, I was happy that I had a fairly short, low maintenance hair style... I didn't even need to use the hair dryer. By the time I had dried myself off my hair was only slightly more than damp. By the time I had washed my teeth and sprayed on some deodorant my hair was dry enough to style with just a comb.

I also noticed that she had done some growing up since the last I also noticed that she had done some growing up since the last time I had had the chance to really scope her out. Except for her long hair, she looked to be just a younger version of my mother... she had gotten curves where she should and her breasts were on their way to becoming something she would be proud to strut when she wanted to. Her little bush was unshaven and dark, her ass coming along nicely. I thought to myself, 'she is gonna drive the boys mad when she gets older.

My reverie was broken as she announced she was done before slipping out the door and back to her room. I finished my routine and went back to my bedroom to get dressed.

All four of us where in the kitchen now, my sister and I having a quick bowl of cereal, my father with his briefcase and thermos of coffee giving my mother a kiss before heading out the door to his car and then on to work. "Have a good day kids!" he called over his back to us just before the front door closed. A minute later the car backed out of the driveway and he was gone.

Mom had already packed our lunches in brown paper bags and they were ready to go as we finished our breakfast. We rinsed our dishes under the kitchen sink faucet, stuffing our lunch bags into our school bags as we finished.

My sister and I both said, "Bye Mom! Have a good day" before she gave us both a hug and pushed us towards the side door. A minute after that we were walking down the street and on to our respective bus stops. Her stop was on the other side of the bridge, close to the 'early risers' bus stop for my high school.

She said, "See you later Nick" and gave me a friendly wave before she started to cross the bridge.

"Hey Nick, your sister seems to be nice to you" pronounced Roy as he stepped alongside me at the bus stop. His little sister Anna stood closely behind him and gave me a big smile.

Bill arrived in time to say, "Yeah, she's not a bitch, like some sisters I know.

"Julie's not a bitch Bill... she just doesn't like you that much" said Roy.

"Why is that? What have I ever done to her that she treats me so bad?"

Roy responded, "Well, I think it has to do with you groping her with your eyes, mentally undressing her every time you see her."

"Sit down so I can do your feet."

I sat down in the tub and held my left foot up. She squatted down, grabbed my foot and gave it a good washing. She let go of it and I held my other foot up, and she gave it a good wash too.

"Thanks sis, I appreciate the foot wash." I smiled kindly at her as she finished washing off my foot. Although it had been no small amount of time since we had washed each other I had really enjoyed the sensation of someone washing my back and feet. I always felt cleaner knowing that my back was cleaner than I could get it by myself and that I didn't have to endure the treachery of a slippery tub just waiting to trip me up.

She smiled at me and replied, "And I appreciate the back wash Nick... we could do this more often." As she finished speaking she opened the shower curtain and disappeared from my sight. I moved back and let the water run down my neck, shoulders and back. This was my favorite part of a shower... all cleaned up and just relaxing under the spray of the shower head.

After a couple of minutes I heard the hair dryer start up and listened to the 'whooshy' noise it made as she manoeuvered around her head. The pitch of the sound changed as the dryer got closer to her head, getting a little higher pitched before she moved it again to another area not so close to her head.

I knew from previous experience that there was no use in leaving the tub before she was done with her hair so I turned off the water and opened the shower curtain. I reached over to the towel rack and grabbed my towel, then began drying myself off.

When I was done hung the towel over the shower curtain bar then sat down on the toilet seat, waiting for my sister to finish off her routine. I watched the hair dryer orbiting her head as she used a brush to style her hair. As she let her hair grow full length down her back it really wasn't a difficult style to maintain... but it did take a while and some fairly dexterous movements to get it all dry, letting her head hang backwards and directing the hot air under her long mane of hair, all the while using the brush to keep the shape she wanted to achieve.

As I watched her, I was happy that I had a fairly short, low maintenance hair style... I didn't even need to use the hair dryer. By the time I had dried myself off my hair was only slightly more than damp. By the time I had washed my teeth and sprayed on some deodorant my hair was dry enough to style with just a comb.

I also noticed that she had done some growing up since the last

Bill snorted quietly, knowing that Roy had put his finger right on the root of the problem. I wasn't surprised at school Bill was always running a bit behind the rest of the crowd as he would sometimes slow down, almost to a complete stop as he swiveled his head around, trying to take in the view of all the nearby women. Roy had called him a 'Perv and Bill had defended himself saying, "I'm just a connoisseur guys a connoisseur of pretty women."

Soon enough the bus arrived, the door squeaking open as it rolled noisily to a stop. We all boarded and headed to our seats as the bus lurched ahead, accelerating as the driver, Terri's mom, ran through the gears.

Roy, Bill and I were sitting in our seats for about half a second before Bill asked me, a leer on his face, "So Nick. I heard you got lucky last night."

I blushed quickly; it seemed that everyone knew about my

movements. "Yeah? What did you hear?" I quietly shot back,

looking him dead in the eyes.

He seemed a bit unnerved by my serious tone and power stare.

"Well, I heard that you walked Heather home last night... only it took a long time, and she arrived home alone quite some time after you had left Roy's place."

He paused before resuming, "I heard that you and Heather spent some serious time together under the bridge before she got home. I also heard she had quite a damp spot when she got home."

"How the hell do you know that?" dermanded; my quiet tone replaced with one quite a bit louder. "Who told you that?"

"No one told me! I just heard a couple of girls talking as I got closer to the bus stop. All I could really hear was, 'Heather and Nick were under the bridge last night', and 'Yeah.. she was dripping when she got home.

I calmed down a bit, but still wondered who it was that Bill had overheard.

Roy nudged me with his arm, asking, "Really? Wow man, you don't fool around when it comes to the ladies eh?" He grinned and continued, "Actually, I guess you do fool around with the ladies! So you actually fucked Heather last night under the bridge?"

I smiled a big, goofy smile and said, "Yeah... twice."