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. I sat up and she proceeded to wash my hair with her strong but gentle hands and used the shampoo to clean around my ears and neckline. Her touch was really arousing me and I tried my best to think of other things, figuring I’d masturbate later to take care of the over stimulation I was experiencing. She took a porcelain pitcher from the side of the tub and scooped it full, bade me to lean my head forward and poured it over me to rinse the suds from my head and shoulders. I was really starting to enjoy the ways of my brother’s home as Arisol again leaned across me to get a bar of sweet smelling soap from the holder, again being sure to allow her breast to touch me softly, even pausing to have one of her hardened nipples touch my lips for a brief moment. I knew she had done it on purpose, she was teasing the hell out of me, and I was going along, playing right in to her plan. She said “scoot up in the tub” and I slid forward as she got up and stepped into the tub behind me and knelt down to wash my back. Her touch was heavenly; she made circles of the soapy foam across my back and shoulders, and pulled me back to wash my chest, leaning me against her firm athletic body, my head resting between her magnificent breasts. As she washed my chest and abs her hands came teasingly close to my pubic region, even further stimulating my erection, now its full thick ten inches. I swear I heard her purr as she looked at it and said “Ummm, much nicer than Daddy’s.” She finished washing my torso and scooped up more water in the pitcher, pulled my head back and poured it over me, and swirled the water away with her free hand, it brushed against my love tool more than once as she did, causing it to flex involuntarily. She giggled from the spasms I was feeling, my abs also flexed rapidly my breath coming in pants rather than normal rhythm. She remained on her knees and bade me to stand, facing away from her so that she might wash my lower extremities, I stood up and felt as she again made circles with the sweet soap, this time on my calves, thighs and buttocks. She pushed my feet apart and washed the crack of my ass, being sure to cleanse the sphincter muscle with her fingertips, gently slipping one of her slender fingers into it to clean me. I jerked forward as she did to let her know that it was not appropriate and told her “don’t go there girl, we are related, you know.” She giggled and again slid her finger into my ass, further than the first time, and cooed “Relax, I do this for Daddy all the time, you’ll like it too.” She started gently probing my anus, making it really hard not to enjoy the pleasures she was offering me, so I stood and allowed myself to relax. She pulled her finger from my ass, washed her hand with the soap and poured more water on my buttocks and legs to rinse them clean. Arisol’s hands grasped my hips and turned me around to face her. My shaft was still rock hard and almost slapped her across the face as she did, but she moved in time and picked up the bar of soap to wash the front half of my extremities, all of them. She began with my shins, rubbing the sweet soap up them and then coated my thighs with the lather before moving on to my erect penis and balls. I could only stand and enjoy as she so tenderly rubbed my genitals and began stroking my thickness with both of her hands. I groaned as she brought me close to an orgasm, but restrained it thinking OMG that isn’t cool, I’m going to cum on my niece’s face if she doesn’t quit soon. She gazed up at me the whole time she was taunting me, teasing me to the point of absolute pleasure, and smiled as my cock began to jerk in spasms and my breaths shortened into a hard pant. She picked up the pitcher and rinsed me fully, my cock throbbing, wanting release. I stood before her as she smiled up at me and said “we’re done, unless there is something else you have need of.” My jaw dropped open in astonishment, “Seriously?” I inquired. She bowed her head, and said “yes, unless you want what I do for Daddy when he gets this hard.” I replied “show me, I am yours to do with as you will.” She looked up and giggled like a school girl in a candy store as she leaned to me and pulled my cock head into her mouth, then took it to the back of her mouth and started sucking me wildly while using one hand to savagely jack me off. It only took a couple of minutes before I shot a load of cum down her throat. She swallowed it greedily and took my entire shaft into her mouth and throat to milk the rest of my semen from me. She leaned back onto her heels and cooed out an “Ummm, you even taste better than Daddy, but don't tell him I said so” My erection was fading as I stepped from the tub and allowed her to dry me off with the soft towel she had gotten for me. She then dried herself off with the some one and put back on her robe before turning to leave the room. She said “better get dressed; dinner will be ready in 5 minutes.” My bath had taken 45 minutes, and I had learned just how twisted my brother truly was, he even sent his own daughter to take care of his little brother. To be continued…
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