Chapter 3

Freddie got up off the sofa and dragged her up too.

“Look at us!” he complained in mock disgust.

“We’re both soaked in your cum.”

“I’m sorry,” Dina sniffed, in embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to!”

“Well, there’s nothing for it,” he sighed, and then looked at her sternly. “Pick up our stuff.”

She bent to pick up their clothes, and he couldn’t resist.

SMACK!

“Ouch!” she yelped and then quickly. “Thank you, sir!”

He sniggered as she stood up with her arms full of clothes.

“Come on then upstairs, lets drop this lot of in your room.”

“What ... what are you going to do?” She asked nervously.

“Just do as you are told, Dina ... or you will be sorry!”

She was painfully aware of him following close behind as she climbed the stairs. She could feel his hot breath on her naked flesh.

She dropped the clothes onto her bedroom floor and then Freddie grabbed her before she could step fully into the room.

“Right this way – little step-sis!”

He half marched half dragged her to the bathroom.

“We are going to take a shower, and you will make sure we are both clean.”

The shower cubicle wasn’t that big, and so they were squeezed together tight, as the warm water rushed over them.

Dina gasped and gurgled for a moment, and Freddie ran his fingers through his hair a couple of times.

He picked up the sponge and handed it to her with a pointed look, and so she obediently soaped her sponge and began to first wash him.

She started with his chest, and then his arms and then she saw to his thighs and his shins, bending to reach his lower limbs.

“Can you turn around ... please.”

He grunted and turned his back.

She started with his shoulders, and then down his back; and then she glided over his bum cheeks, noting how firm they were as she passed by.

She bent to do his thigh’s and then his calves, and then she stood up again.

The water rushed over them as he turned back to her.

“Forgetting something?” he asked suddenly as she hesitated.

She blushed and then looked to the big hard purple headed monster.

“You do want it nice and clean for the next time you need to suck it?”

With a little sniff, she curled her fingers around his dick and then very slowly and very carefully she ran the soapy sponge along his shaft and then underneath to gently soap his balls.

Freddie was breathing heavily by then.

“You’re turn!” he grunted, watching her with glittering eyes.

She began washing herself, trying to not look at his big fat erection, but even though she didn’t look, she couldn’t not feel how it was digging into her however she moved.

She soaped her breast and gave a little squeal when his hands came round to rub the soap over her nipples.

“Nice, and clean for my next chewing!” he murmured into her ear.

“Please,” she gurgled. “Please don’t,”

He slapped her butt, with a splash and a SMACK!

“Ow oooh,”

SMACK! Splash

“Thank you, oh thank you sir!” she spluttered.

“Good little tart,” he muttered into her ear.

He turned the shower off and she assumed that she was good to get out.

“Stand still, while I dry you off!” he commanded wrapping a towel around his hips and then turning to her with another towel.

“Arm’s up and legs spread – so I can get to all of you.”

He took his time, as he lingered over her nipples rubbing them until they were hard and throbbing, and then he squatted down to rub up her inner thighs until her reached her leaking pussy.

Suddenly he grabbed her thighs and pushed his face between her legs, to lick her pussy juices.

“Oh! Oohh ... ohhh!”

He stood up and looked at her smugly. “I thought you might like that!”