I had flown to Seattle on business, and decided it was about time that I visited my brother and his family. It didn’t happen very often that I could do so, and over the years my visits were rare, in fact very seldom, and we had drifted apart for the most part, not really a true family any longer. My wife couldn’t go with me on the trip, so I would do the catching up on family matters and developments for the both of us.
When I arrived at SeaTac it was even busier than I had remembered, but then it had been over ten years, my goodness how things change, I wasn’t even sure I would recognize my own brother, much less his two grown children. His wife, Mako, I was sure I would though, being Japanese she didn’t seem to age as quickly, never showing her accumulated 50 plus years, the same age as I, but always looked younger somehow. His two children Ken (now age 25) and Arisol (age 23) I knew I would not recognize hadn’t even seen a photo for the ten years of my absence. I rented a car, as planned, and drove to the hill, an older housing area near downtown Seattle , and parked on the street in front of the house. At least it hadn’t changed, and was still easy to find. Went to the door and knocked, was greeted by my sister-in-law and gestured to come in, “please remove your shoes” was her only comment. I won’t bore you with the visiting that ensued, mostly family stuff, my brother had retired from civil service a couple months earlier and was out shopping for dinner supplies for my first evening. Ken had grown weary of the rigidly disciplined family environment and had moved out a few years earlier to “go to college”, and no longer visited. Arisol still lived at home, and was attending the University of Seattle , and doing quite well. Mako had not changed at all; she was still the Japanese wife, still believed that the old school ways were best and served her family as was her tradition. As Mako, Arisol and I sat and visited my brother Wade got home and burst through the door with a bag of groceries, a huge smile on his face, I hoped because of my arrival. Mako hopped up and took the sack from him to take care of her duties, while Wade crossed the room and gave his daughter a friendly kiss on the cheek and then a firm handshake for the little brother, me. Mako returned and stood quietly until there was a break in the conversation, and then asked “Wade, what time would you like dinner to be served?” He looked at his watch and replied “One hour.” She bowed her head slightly in his direction and turned to head into the kitchen. Things hadn’t changed that much, I thought, he’s still a domineering asshole. We sat for a few more minutes visiting and then Wade asked if I would like to take a bath to freshen up before dinner. I nodded my approval and was led to the bathroom by Arisol, who retrieved a towel from the linen closet and handed it to me. I stammered out a “Thanks”, and couldn’t help but notice the smile on her wonderfully blended features of Wade’s Scandinavian looks and Mako’s typical Japanese features. She had grown to be a very attractive young woman, not that I thought of her in any way but that. She departed the room and closed the door behind her. I started filling the tub, sprinkling a few bath crystals in to sooth the jangle of my nerves from the visit, and then as it filled I undressed, and brushed my teeth to get the days’ yuck out. I stepped into the tub and then heard the door open behind me. I turned, startled that someone would walk in on me while in the bath, and saw Arisol standing in the doorway in a Kimono Robe, head bowed and looking at the floor. I asked “What’s this girl? I know how to bathe myself.” I was still standing with one foot in the tub, naked as the proverbial Jay Bird as her face lifted and replied “Daddy said I should wash your back that is how we do things here”, and dropped the robe from her shoulders exposing her naked figure completely after closing the door. I felt quite awkward, in Oklahoma we don’t do things this way, I thought to myself, but if this is the way Wade wants it, OK, and sat down in the tub of warm soothing water. Arisol stood for only a moment, but I took note of how truly beautiful she had grown up to be, 5’6” tall, slender figure, well muscled legs, and OMG what a rack, firm C cup size breasts with the most tantalizing areolas and nipples I had ever seen, and a smooth firmly rounded pubic mound. As she walked to the side of the tub I couldn’t help myself and my penis started to become erect at the thought of her bathing me. She knelt beside the tub and reached across me to get the shampoo, her luscious breasts brushed against my arm and chest as she did, making my dick grow even harder. As she leaned back she looked into the water and giggled before saying “I thought Daddy was the big brother, you have a much bigger penis than he does, and his is at least eight inches.” I choked out a laugh and said “well, he got taller, and I got longer” and then laughed with her over the differences between brothers. She said “Lay back to get your hair wet first, I’ll wash it before we do the rest.” I obliged her wish and lay prone in the large tub as she worked the water into my scalp, her breasts lightly brushing across my face and chest the entire time, I couldn’t help but notice how hard and stimulated her nipples became as she did so.
