Author Note.

Most of the characters in this story make their first appearance in my story, Training My Niece to Obey. If you don’t read that story first, there’s a good chance this one won’t make much sense. The suggested reading order is Training My Niece to Obey, The Beckham Centre, The Beckham Centre Chapter 02, The Good Niece.

‘Lord, what a fucken bitch,’ Ella thought as she listened to her aunt run down her uncle again. ‘What kind of moron changes their name to Raqueda from Rachel?’ Leaning forward, Ella turned her stereo up, trying to block out her mum’s and aunt’s conversation. Her aunt Raqueda was so loud that Ella could clearly hear both sides of the conversation. It helped (helped? Ella wondered. Is that the right word?) that her mum, Jerry, had her mobile on speakerphone.

Ella, who had recently turned eighteen, pictured her uncle Eric Cantana in her mind. Her uncle is a handsome mid-fifties man. Eric is of German/Franco descent, and his mother, Ella’s great-aunt by marriage only, is from the south of France, down near the border with Spain. Eric has inherited his swarthy skin, lean features, and piercing blue eyes from his mother’s side of the family.

Getting up and closing her door, partially to block out the droning sound of her aunt and partially for privacy, Ella slipped between her sheets and slid her panties down her slender, bony legs. Hiding them under her pillow in case her mum came in and caught her, Ella spread and lifted her knees. She placed a book in her lap to pretend to read if her mum came in and then put the soles of her feet together. Now she was ready, Ella closed her eyes and dreamed of her handsome, dynamic uncle.

Finding her virgin entrance, Ella circled it as she worked her other hand’s fingers over her little button. The fantasy always ended the same. Eric throws the bitch (Aunty Raqueda) out and turns to his sweet, innocent, virginal niece and says, “I can’t live without you, Ella. Please stay and become my wife.” She’d climax to visions of her uncle’s lean, powerful body moving between her shapely thighs (hey, it was Ella’s fantasy, and her thighs would be shapely instead of skinny if she wanted them to be) and his penis – cock, Ella reminded herself – slowly pressing against her virginal pussy, about to shred her hymen.

Unfortunately, that was as far as Ella’s fantasy went. Due to her strict Roman Catholic parents and upbringing, Ella had attended a single-sex high school and had no idea what having your hymen sundered felt like. Nor did she know what it was like to have a ‘penis in your vagina’ – cock in your cunt - Ella corrected. The girls in class told incredibly fanciful stories about what it was like to ‘have intercourse’ – fuck - but Ella suspected most of them knew even less than she.

The school term was almost over, and Ella would have three weeks of boredom. Most of her friends would be whisked away to exotic destinations by their parents. Unfortunately, nearly all of her parents’ extra money was spent keeping Ella in her private school, so there would be no holiday islands or villas for her. Instead, she’d be condemned to enviously watching her friends’ social media posts, wishing she could be with them.

The three weeks until the term’s end passed. Ella said goodbye to her friends and tried not to be jealous of them and their wealthier lives. She caught her usual bus home and found her mother and father in a flurry of activity. Their bags were already packed, and a taxi was waiting outside.

“What’s going on?” Ella asked.

Jerry took her daughter’s hand and tearily said, “Your grandfather, Henry, has had a massive heart attack. We’re headed to Toronto, hoping to get there before Henry passes.”

“Shivers!” Ella exclaimed. “I’ll get packed!”

“No, honey,” Jerry denied. “Henry will probably die, and your father and I will need to stay for his probate and will reading. We don’t want you to miss any of your final year of high school, and we couldn’t afford to take you anyway.”

“Oh,” Ella said despondently. She’d only met her father’s father once when he’d brought his second wife to visit. She spoke to him on the phone at Christmas, and he always called on her birthday, but she didn’t really know him. “You’re leaving me home alone?” She asked.

“I’ve asked Uncle Eric if you can stay with him. You’re certainly old enough and responsible enough to stay here if you’d prefer. But I thought you might enjoy staying with him because he has his niece from New Zealand with him. Eric’s sister, Margaret and her husband, Greg, were killed in a car accident. Their daughter Rebekkah now lives with Eric and Raqueda.”

“Poor Rebekkah,” Ella blurted. “Raqueda’s a bitch!”

“That’s my sister you’re talking about,” Jerry said coldly before grinning. “But you’re right. Although Eric says that she’s changed recently.”

Ella turned to look at the car pulling into her driveway. Her uncle got out. ‘Tall, dark, and handsome,’ she thought. ‘Just like in the romance books.’ A young woman about Ella’s age got out with him. The teenager had long blonde hair and eyes that were such a deep shade of blue they were almost purple. Her eyes were wide-set and quite large. Her skin was mostly clear of pimples and a pale, alabaster white. However, her best features were huge, firm tits that stood proudly out from her chest and a round tight, badonkadonk butt. Her thick thighs were shapely as well as firm. Ella couldn’t help but look down at her own slender, almost shapeless body and feel totally inadequate.

“You didn’t bring Raqueda?” Jerry asked as she greeted her brother-in-law.

“She’s making another movie with Rocco,” Eric explained. “She’s become one of his favourite actresses to work with.”

“How come I’ve never seen any of these movies?” Jerry queried.

“You probably don’t have the right streaming service,” Eric said straight facedly. His wife, Jerry’s sister, Raqueda, starred as a porn actress across several porn streaming sites and had made many porn films under the name Melodie Melons. Her specialties were simulated mother/daughter lesbian movies and/or big cock anal films. Raqueda also worked as a high-class prostitute, using the name ‘Trixie Turntricks’.

Eric turned to the young woman behind him and encouraged her forward. When she reached his side, Eric said, “Becca, this is your Aunt Geraldine. She’s Raqueda’s sister. The shy woman beside her is your cousin Ella. Your birthdays are only a year and a day apart.”

“I prefer Jerry,” Geraldine said warmly, hugging the blonde, big-chested, bubble-butt, nineteen-year-old. “I was so sad to hear about your parents. I hope things with your uncle are going well?”

“Yes!” Becca gushed. “Although I’m still sad about Mum and Dad passing, Uncle has been so good to me. He’s been a rock for me and has really helped me turn my life around.” She smiled winningly before deprecatingly saying, “I was a bit of a brat before Uncle Eric settled me down.”

“A bit of?” Eric said teasingly.

“Yes!” Rebekkah grinned, “A bit of a lot of a brat!”

“How are things with Raqueda, Eric?” Jerry queried.

“Well,” Eric admitted. “Things were difficult whilst Becca was being a bit of a lot of a brat, but it has settled down now. Raqueda even says she wants to return to being Rachel.”

“That is a change,” Jerry noncommittedly replied, trying to suspend her disbelief. She’d heard Raqueda’s litany of complaints about the youngster before her. But Becca seemed a delightful young woman with a wicked, self-deprecating sense of humour. But Jerry knew it would require a tectonic shift of continental proportions for her sister to become anything other than a monumental bitch. Of course, Jerry wasn’t to know that Dr Davis Beckham and his nanobots had taken care of that for Eric.

Becca enthusiastically bounced over to Ella. Jerry blinked and thought, ‘Bounce’ is right. The young woman’s enormous knockers seemed to defy gravity when Becca stood still, but you could almost believe they’d give her black eyes when she ran. Yet, the young woman clearly didn’t have an ounce of fat on her. Because Becca was so short, barely more than 150 cm, or so Jerry thought, Becca’s badonkadonk butt and Double-D breasts looked enormous on her.

Becca grabbed the much shyer Ella’s elbows and pulled her close. She kissed Ella’s cheeks and said, “I’m so glad you’re coming to stay with us. I know it’s for a bad reason, but still, we’re going to have so much fun!” Becca took Ella’s hand and dragged her inside. “Your mum said she’d already packed your things, but mothers, huh? What would they know about what we girls need? Let’s go and repack something more suitable for three weeks of fun.”

A rather nonplussed Ella allowed Becca to drag her inside and down to her room. Her silence didn’t stop her new friend from talking excitedly.

“Uncle has a heated pool, so we’ll be able to swim. I bet Aunty Jerry didn’t even pack your bikini,” Becca stated.

“I don’t own a bikini,” Ella protested weakly.

“I’d loan you one of mine,” Becca giggled, cupping her enormous breasts. “But I don’t think it would fit.”

Ella looked down at her scrawny, flat-chested, shapeless body despairingly, “I think you’re right,” she muttered.

“Doesn’t matter,” Becca said encouragingly. “I’m sure Uncle won’t mind buying you one.” Becca emptied Ella’s suitcase onto the bed and went through it, muttering, “No, no, nup, nope,” and tossing those clothing items aside. She held up a shapeless, long-sleeved dress. “Not only no, but hell no!” She threw it to land on the others.

After going through the suitcase, Ella’s wardrobe, and drawers, Becca kept four items. A pair of skinny jeans, denim booty shorts Ella had bought but was too shy to wear, and two T-shirt tops. Both were long-sleeved. “I guess these aren’t too hideous,” she grumbled. Then she grinned and picked up the denim booty shorts. “Here, put these on, and we can be twins!”

“Oh, I couldn’t,” Ella refused. “I’d be so embarrassed.”

Becca grinned and said, “Not only could you, but you will. Come on, Elle’s bells, you’ll look hot in this.” She handed Ella the shorts.

Overwhelmed by her intense, super-confident cousin, Ella turned and removed her school uniform, put the shorts on, grabbed a T-shirt, and quickly donned that, too.

“See?” Becca chortled. “Hot!”

Ella was pleased by Becca’s compliment but didn’t believe it. She studied her cousin. Rebekkah’s large, rounded butt was barely encased by a high-waisted, clinging pair of denim booty shorts. The bottom curves of her ass cheeks were clearly displayed beneath the shorts’ hems. Above the shorts, Becca wore a clinging, long-sleeved, knitted cotton crop top that left her belly button bare. On her feet were a pair of wedge-heel, platform sandals.

In comparison, Ella’s skinny buns barely showed beneath the bottom of her shorts. Even her tight T-shirt revealed only tiny A-cup breasts, which really didn’t need a bra. Ella wore one because her enormous puffy nipples bothered and embarrassed her. White sneakers were all she had for footwear to go with this outfit.

“You’ll be fine,” Becca assured her. “I’ll ask Uncle to take us shopping tomorrow, and we’ll get you a new wardrobe.”

“Ella,” Steven, her father, called. “We need to get going. Eric’s offered to take us to the airport, so that will save a cab fare.”

Ella threw her remaining items back into her suitcase. She went to add her lingerie, but when Rebekkah pulled a face and shook her head, she left them behind, too. Then, she raced downstairs with Becca, put her case in the boot, and joined the other two women in the backseat of her uncle’s car.

After a tearful goodbye at Brisbane International Airport, Ella got back in her uncle’s car, and Eric drove them to his home. Ella got out of the vehicle and gaped at her uncle’s home. It was the same one she’d visited several times in the past but now it had been revamped. The rotting tile roof had been replaced with COLORBOND roofing iron, and the entire house had been freshly painted. The lawn was dark green and healthy instead of sparse and yellow as she’d seen before. The concrete driveway had been redone and stencilled to resemble a Roman cobble road.

The changes were even more evident inside. The cheap Formica bench and table tops had been replaced with solid marble and polished wood. Faux wooden floors covered the original concrete slab, and a new upper wing was added to make the house two-storied. The furniture, fittings, and appliances screamed understated wealth.

“Your Aunt’s new movie career is going well,” Eric said self-deprecatingly. “I’ve been able to go into work for myself, and we’ve managed to turn some nice profits on my latest inventions and investments.”

Eric hadn’t mentioned he’d helped fund The Beckham Centre’s latest expansion and had been rewarded with shares in the burgeoning company. Shares that were now worth more than one hundred and forty-five dollars each. Eric owned ten thousand of them.

Becca showed Ella to the guestroom and helped her unpack her two items, not that she needed the help. Then, Rebekkah jumped on the bed and sat cross-legged. She encouraged Ella to join her, and the two young cousins set about getting to know each other. They were both excellent students, and although they had different career paths planned, they could relate to each other.

Ella wanted to become a veterinary doctor, and Becca had begun her education journey to becoming a geneticist. Becca dreamed of working with Ona Mabooty and her partner, Yvonne, on Ona and Davis Beckham’s nanobot technology. Becca thought the nanobots could replace the severed spinal cord and allow paralysed men and women to walk again. Her studies were designed to allow her to find the correct path to program the nanobots on.

Ella’s quick mind realised there were applications for animal doctoring based on what Rebekkah had described. The same nanobots, as Ona had already proved, could alleviate pain in animals, too. Ella asked probing questions about the technology and how it worked. Becca answered honestly and told what she knew. However, she did omit that she and her aunt were both controlled by this technology. Becca shuddered, remembering her behaviour from before Eric had taken her to The Beckham Centre and the pain she’d suffered trying to resist the bots’ demands.

“You okay, Becs?” Ella concernedly asked after seeing her shudder.

“Just a goose walking over my grave,” Becca dismissed before relenting in the face of her cousin’s concern. “I was merely remembering what a spoilt brat I was before I came to live with Uncle Eric, is all,” she explained. “Raqueda was even worse than I was, and between us, we made poor Uncle’s life a living hell.”

“What happened to change your behaviour?” Ella asked curiously.

“I met Dr Davis Beckham and the inimitable Ona Mabooty,” Becca explained. “Their clinic’s specialty is transforming spoiled brats into model citizens.”

“How do they do that?” Ella asked.

But her cousin shuddered again.

“Through a pain and pleasure reward system,” Becca explained. She refused to expound beyond that admission. All she’d say was, “If you want to know, then become an absolute brat, and Uncle will inevitably take you to Ona’s clinic to cure your behaviour.”

“It’s called The Beckham Centre, and you refer to Dr Davis Beckham, but you say it’s Ona’s clinic. Umm ... isn’t Ona Mabooty that dancer from Strictly Come Dancing? Didn’t she win it like twice? What does she have to do with a behaviour modification clinic in Brisbane?”

“Yes, she’s that Ona,” Becca admitted. “But Ona’s specialty is miniaturising robots, making nanobots specifically. Her dancing was to fund her studies and to set up the clinic.”

“They use these nanobots to control behaviour?” Ella asked sceptically. “They don’t even exist yet, so how could they?”

‘Let’s hope you never find out different,’ Becca thought. Hiding her discomfit, she shrugged and said, “The Beckham Clinic is a full-service health and welfare clinic—everything from general medical practioning to remedial massage and day spas. They have psychologists, psychiatrists, chiropractors, physiotherapists, podiatrists, and massage therapists. There’s a cosmetic surgery clinic attached to it now, too.”

“You seem to know a lot about this clinic,” Ella stated.

“Uncle owns twenty per cent,” Becca said proudly. “The clinic was in a lot of trouble when Davis had his breakdown, and Uncle Eric stepped in and helped them back on their feet. In return, they gave him twenty per cent of the shares in the business.”

“The clinic’s founder had a breakdown?”

“Yeah,” Becca explained. “It’s quite sweet, really. Davis had suppressed his homosexuality and transgenderism, but the pressure of trying to expand the clinic made him crack. Ona stood by him and encouraged his transition. Davis now lives as husband and wife with his and Ona’s friend, Nick McKenzie. Doctor Nick is a world-famous cosmetic surgeon. His clinic is now part of The Beckham Clinic Group.”

“What about Ona?” Ella asked. She was fascinated with Becca’s explanations.

“Ona lives with Yvonne at hers and Davis’ unit in Spring Hill. Ona’s not really a lesbian, but she has trust issues with men, and Yvonne helps with that.”

As they chatted, Becca slowly inched her way closer until their knees touched. Ella had been so engrossed in Becca’s story she hadn’t really noticed. Becca continued to explain how things were, but then, Becca put her hands on Ella’s lower thighs and gently rubbed upward as if it were no big deal. Ella fascinatedly watched Becca’s hands as they stroked closer to her shorts. She felt her wetness growing and worried Becca would smell her arousal. But if her young friend had, she said nothing, yet her hands came closer and closer to Ella’s centre.

Just before they got there, Uncle Eric knocked on the door, which had been left open. “Sorry to bother you, ladies,” Eric said politely, carefully keeping his eyes locked on his nieces’ eyes and ignoring where Becca’s hands were. “Becca, are you forgetting something?”

“Yes, Uncle,” Becca said brightly. “I haven’t done my exercise program yet.”

“Maybe you could show Ella what you do, and if she’d like, Ella can exercise with you.”

Becca turned to Ella expectantly, making Ella shrug and say, “Sure. I don’t have anything to exercise in, though. So maybe I’ll just watch this time.”

“Aww,” Becca protested. “Exercise with me, please. It’s okay because you can borrow one of my robes, and we’ll put your stuff in the washer and drier so you can put them back on.”

“Okay,” Ella agreed, knowing she’d regret it later. She hated gym class and rarely exercised other than when forced to at school. Ella preferred to watch her calories and maintain a strict diet to maintain her figure.

“Yay!” Becca squealed happily, leaping off the bed and dragging Ella after her to her room. Chattering away, Becca unselfconsciously stripped her clothes off, revealing that she was commando and braless.

Ella found that she was biting her lower lip as she gazed upon her cousin’s nakedness. Becca’s enormous bosom was even more impressive naked than when it was covered by her top. Her cousin’s breasts defied gravity, standing high and firm on her muscular chest. Her nipples were upturned and almost begged to be kissed and suckled. Ella’s new friend was clean-shaven from the neck down, and Becca’s clitoris peeked delightfully from its hood. Her pussy lips were flowered open.

“Like watcha see?” Becca teased as she pulled a yoga outfit from her drawer and put it on.

Ella nodded wordlessly. She was afraid that her arousal would show in her voice, as well as the wet spot she knew was forming in her centre. Becca confused and excited Ella, who had never considered taking a female lover before. Her cousin’s raw sexuality confounded Ella’s repressed upbringing. Despite her church’s restrictions on same-sex relationships, Ella wanted Becca to touch her, show her, and guide her into a sexual relationship. As much as she feared her desire to touch her cousin’s body, Ella ached to be taken by her. She was disappointed when Becca’s staunch body disappeared behind lycra yoga shorts and a sports bra, which confused her even more.

Becca sat on her bed to tie her shoelaces and then giggled, “Come on, Ms Stary-Stary, let’s go work up a sweat.”

“I wasn’t,” Ella protested. However, she sounded unconvincing even to herself.

“It’s okay,” Becca said, dragging Ella toward the entrance to the garage. “I like you looking because it makes me feel all gooey inside.”

Becca opened the door, and they stepped into a fully functional home gym. There were two of everything scattered throughout the room. One corner had matching stair masters. Another had stepper platforms, and a third held dumbbells of various weights. In the room’s centre stood an exercise bike and a treadmill, which were side-by-side. Beyond those was an elliptical machine and a weights machine.

“I’ll warm up on the treadmill, if you like?” Becca suggested. “You use the bike.”

Ella showed her assent by getting on the bike. She tried to pedal it but couldn’t make the pedals turn.

“Oops,” Becca grinned, loosening off the bike’s resistance. “This one’s set for Aunty, Uncle, and me. It’s a bit stiff, as you’ve discovered. Try again.”

Ella pushed and found she could turn the pedals over with some effort. “Perfect,” she acknowledged. There was enough resistance in the pedals to make Ella work but not enough to overstress her legs.

“Where is Aunty Raqueda?” Ella asked innocently and was surprised by Becca’s blush.

“Aunty’s in Milan making a movie with Rocco Siffredi,” Becca eventually replied, hoping Ella wouldn’t know the actor/director’s name.

“Oh?” Ella said curiously. “I’ve never seen any of her movies. In fact, I didn’t know she was an actress.”

“She’s very popular with her audience,” Becca explained. “But her movies go straight to the streaming services, not theatres. Aunty’s films have received over four million paid views.”

Ella was naively unaware that her aunt was a porn movie actress and call girl, so she hadn’t caught why her cousin was being obscure in her explanation. “Four million paid views? Wow! No wonder you guys are doing alright,” Ella exclaimed. “Have you thought of appearing in some with her?”

Becca suppressed a grin before replying, “No, not with my aunt. Uncle says that I can choose to make some of my own if I wish, but I’m not ready to do that yet.” Becca smiled at her new friend. Ella’s eyes had settled on Becca’s deliciously bouncing breasts. Breasts that bounced despite being encased in the tightest sports bra she could stand. Ella seemed unaware she was biting her bottom lip and staring. ‘I wonder if Uncle will let me seduce her?’ Becca wondered.

The buzzer sounded, indicating they’d been working out for five minutes. Becca led Ella through a series of stretches to help with her flexibility and prevent injury. Then, they moved to the twin stair masters. Becca had to loosen this item up, too. Even jumping on the step didn’t make it move for Ella.

“What is this machine meant to do?” Ella puffed. “Other than wear you out, I mean.”

“Most of this equipment is designed to firm your butt and make it bigger,” Becca admitted. “It also strengthens your lower back and hamstrings. Well, your entire legs, really. The elliptical machine is for cardiovascular and upper-body fitness. Then, the weight machine ensures my spine remains strong enough to carry my massive breasts. As well as toning my arms and shoulders.”

“How did you get your waist so small?” Ella asked.

“A strict keto diet and spending most of every day in a corset. Uncle helps tighten the laces until I can barely breathe, and then I stay like that unless I’m exercising or it’s time to sleep. I don’t wear the corset if we’re visiting family because some of you wouldn’t understand.”

“You really love Uncle Eric, don’t you, Becca?” Ella asked despite knowing the answer and being a smidgen jealous and despairing.

“Yes,” Becca averred. “He’s been so good to me. He took me in and helped me despite me being a total bitch towards him and Aunty. He paid a lot of money to take me to The Beckham Centre so they could help me regain control of my behaviour.”

“How do they do that?” Ella queried curiously.

“They have several specialists there that are experts in remoulding recalcitrant women’s behaviour. They use various techniques, some of which are quite painful, to show women the error of their ways and to encourage us onto better, more productive paths.”

“Sounds almost like a cult,” Ella muttered.

“Nah, not at all,” Becca denied, amused by Ella’s supposition. “You’re not expected to worship anyone or anything. You’re only expected to act reasonably at all times. They use a kind of pain/reward system. If you act like a decent person, then you’re rewarded.”

“And if you don’t?” Ella asked as Becca’s watch dinged, saying it was time to change exercises again.

“There are consequences you don’t want to suffer,” Becca admitted. “It typically only takes a few incidences when you rebel before you learn that behaving decently gets you rewarded, and rebelling means less pleasant consequences.”

“Such as?” Ella pressed as Becca adjusted the treadmill for her and re-tightened the stationary bike to suit her.

Becca thought through what she could safely say to satisfy her new friend but avoid getting her uncle into trouble. “The psychologists and psychiatrists are very adept at ferreting out what you loathe,” Becca said carefully. “Then, they make you do what you loathe until you correct your behaviour.”

“Oh, so like when Mum or Dad made me stand in a corner when I was younger. I hated that because it was so boring.”

“Yeah, something like that,” Becca agreed, failing to say it was nothing like that at all.

Her watch chirped, and the girls moved to another part of the gym. Becca handed Ella a pair of 2.5kg barbells before picking up two 12.5kg weights for herself. Becca taught Ella to do walking lunges, and then the girls spent ten minutes working through those before returning to the bike and treadmill to relax and loosen up. After five minutes of pedalling and running, the girls walked to the stepper platforms and spent ten minutes stepping up and back down, using alternate legs.

Ella was done when Becca’s watch finally beeped again. She let Becca guide her to the exercise bike and dutifully promised to keep pedalling until Beca finished her program. Rebekkah spent five minutes running on the treadmill before going to the weights machine. She spent ten minutes doing leg presses before returning to the treadmill. Ella was exhausted just from watching her.

For the next ninety minutes, Ella idly pedalled the bike as her cousin worked her way through the various apparatuses several times. When Becca finally announced that all she had left to do was to cool down, Ella was amazed by how fit Becca was. Ella hadn’t lasted an hour, and her weights and resistance settings were less than half of Becca’s.

Seemingly inexhaustible, Becca took Ella’s hand and gigglingly said, “I’m all sweaty. Want to come and wash my back?”

Ella blushed and stuttered, “Ah ... umm ... I ... ah ... well, umm, no. I mean, well, isn’t that a little weird? Showering together, I mean.”

“Only if you make it so,” Becca denied. “Look, we’re two women sharing a shower. What’s weird about that? It’d be weird if you wanted to shower with your mother or Aunt Raqueda, cos, gross, you know? But sharing a shower with a close buddy? That’s natural.”

“Okay, I’ll do it then.” Ella decided that it wasn’t any different to showering with her classmates after gym class, and that was okay if a little embarrassing because of her skinny, shapeless, titty-less body.

“Cool,” Becca grinned. “Then, we’ll use the large shower in the family bathroom. That’ll give us plenty of room.”

“Sure,” Ella agreed.

They dropped past Becca’s bedroom to pick up a robe for Ella and a change of clothes for Becca. Ella self-consciously stripped before shyly putting on the robe. It was too big, but that was probably preferable to clinging. Talking at a mile a minute, Becca guided Ella down the hall to the main bathroom. Closing and locking the door, Becca stripped her sweaty gym wear off and set the water temperature before stepping in.

“Come in, the water’s delightful,” Becca said sultrily and then laughed. “Come on, silly. I won’t bite. Well, not unless you want me to.”

Overwhelmed by her teenage friend’s raw sexuality again, Ella stepped into the shower and under the water. She luxuriated under the wide spout that was designed to mimic rainwater. Becca had the water a little hotter than Ella preferred, but her body quickly adapted. She’d kind of zoned out for a second as she ‘felt’ her body with her mind, ‘Definitely going to hurt tomorrow,’ Ella realised. She was startled when Becca began massaging her scalp. Ella hadn’t even noticed that Becca had poured shampoo onto her head.

“Relax, woman, sheesh,” Becca teased as she worked the shampoo into a lather and washed her cousin’s hair.

Ella found having her hair washed by another to be quite relaxing and didn’t pay any attention to Becca’s hands. Ella’s hair reached to her mid-back, and Becca took advantage of that by ‘accidentally’ running the backs of her hands over her cousin’s nipples. Emboldened by Ella’s lack of response, Becca took a scrubber and poured body wash onto it. Then, she washed down Ella’s back, over her bony ass and down her skinny legs.