Chapter 8

For a couple of nights we just went straight to sleep in this way. I still masturbated in the shower; I didn’t know if Lily did something similar, but she didn’t prompt me by lying on her back when she got into bed. That wasn’t unusual; while we did it more often than not, it wasn’t an essential part of our nightly routine the way cuddling ourselves to sleep was. Lily was still getting into bed naked, but I kept my briefs on. She didn’t comment on that.

On Friday, though, our parents went out again, and Lily shyly asked if we could bathe together again. I wasn’t too surprised, but I suggested that we shower instead. I’d never known Lily to take a shower, but I was beginning to prefer them to baths as a more practical way to get clean, and of course I didn’t want to risk her sitting on my lap again. She acquiesced readily and we got undressed and stepped in. As the water cascaded onto her head, Lily looked surprised. “This is fun!” she said.

We stood facing each other, alternating getting soaped up and getting under the water. I didn’t get hard right away, but once we had washed thoroughly and were both standing close to each other, trying to enjoy the warm water at the same time, Lily kept brushing up against me and, inevitably, I began to stiffen. I didn’t try to hide it; what was the point? Lily was watching with great interest as it grew. She looked up at me and smiled. “You look nice, Robbie.” I felt a surge of desire for her as my penis hardened into an upright position. “You ... you look real nice too, Lil.”

In point of fact, she looked radiant. I don’t know what prompted me to say what I said next. Perhaps I was just expanding on our “discussion” a few nights before. But I blurted out: “You know when you asked if it felt good when I touched myself? I do it every night here. In the shower.” She looked pleased. “How, Robbie?” “You know,” I said. “Like before.” “Show me.” I put my hand on my penis and began to stroke it. After a few seconds, she simply reached out and touched it, without asking first. I let her.

For a while, she just felt around the tip while I stroked, but then she said: “Let me do it.” I was helpless; I gave in. I just took my hand away, and she encircled the shaft with her finger and began to stroke it. “It feels nice, Robbie!” she exclaimed. “Mmmmm ... that feels so good, Lil.” It really did. She was moving at exactly the right pace, and the feeling of her small, warm, chubby fingers was indescribably good. When I did it to myself, I often felt I was almost beating my penis into submission. This was utterly different: Lily was performing magic on me, and waves of pleasure were running through me. I guessed this was what she was feeling when I masturbated her in the bed.

Well, maybe it was OK, then. I didn’t mind doing that for her, maybe she didn’t mind doing it for me. I looked at her upper arm, shaking as she moved her hand up and down, then shifted my gaze to her breasts. Her nipples were stiff and I reached out with my hands and began to stroke them. Lily looked up at me, and I returned her gaze, starting into her eyes. I saw nothing there but love and happiness. “Lil...”

“Robbie...” she murmured. “Touch me down there.” Obediently, I took my right hand and reached down. I could just reach her vulva. I began to rub her mons pubis in a circular motion, slipping my finger from time to time onto her clitoris. She moaned a little, but kept stroking me, just right.