I bathed my cousin.

My cousin Clara used to live with her mother in a simple house high up on a hill, but after the accident with the stove, everything changed, the burns took over the palms of her hands, severe enough to prevent any delicate movement, she couldn't even brush her own hair. I was practically his hands. That night, it rained so hard, my aunt called early in the evening, saying she couldn't come back because she was stuck in the city. That night, she asked me to do one of the few things I hadn't yet done for her. Can you heat some water for me? I need to take a bath... I can't sleep like this. I went to the kitchen, heated water in a large pot until it was a little warm, and took her to the bathroom. When I pushed the door, she was already sitting on a wooden bench, wearing only a thin towel, barely covering her breasts, holding her wrists with difficulty <unk> her handcuffed hands trembled with effort. She looked at me all embarrassed, even though she already had enough intimacy to ask for something like that, and besides, it was out of necessity, wasn't it? I had no choice, it was all up to me, and I don't know at what point I stopped seeing her as just a cousin, and I always had a certain curiosity about her body, but it was something natural, not exactly special, but seeing her in that delicate state... I knelt before her. The hot water in the basin was already beginning to cool, so I took a spoon and poured it slowly over her shoulders. The skin was white, reddish in some spots, with some freckles (a charm, by the way). I shampooed the foam, started with the hair, gently massaging the scalp. She closed her eyes to keep the shampoo out, and at that moment I was able to look sharply without pretending not to care. I lowered the touch to her neck, then to her shoulders, and her back was so soft, and I took a sponge and I started to rub it slowly, and she was arching involuntarily, sensing my every movement. Still, I needed to know if she was okay with it, so I said, It's cold, you're very quiet, do you need something? No, it's just that you're... She stuttered a little, I don't remember exactly what, but she seemed to be enjoying herself. The sponge descended in curves, circling her back, brushing the side of her breasts, and when I got there, her breathing accelerated, and she bit her lip and opened her eyes, looking at me. You can... you can go on. The towel was slipping from her frail arms, and I approached, and without saying a word, I held it carefully, pulling off the towel, and her breasts were exposed, steady with their hard beaks, almost begging for a touch. She didn't look away, she was committed, vulnerable, but longing for every second of it. I approached, slowly passing the sponge over her breasts, circling around her nipples, and she groaned, a high-pitched, muffled sound that made my cock harden inside my wet shorts. "Is everything all right?" I asked. She just nodded, her glassy eyes on mine. I put the sponge aside and used my hand, and my warm palm against her nipple made her shrink with pleasure, and my other hand slid down her thighs, making a way as if it were natural, and she let go. Her thighs were closed, protecting her precious, but it took a gentle touch of my hand for her to open them slowly, exposing herself to me without resistance. My fingers gently brushed the inside of her thighs, slowly climbing up to the bend of her groin. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. I was completely delivered. I passed my thumb over her opening, right on top, just to feel it, and it was all jammed up, stuck to my finger. <unk> Continue... please With those words, I had everything I needed to go with everything, I played a siren for her just like that. I'm going to wash your face! All I got was groans in response. I began to rub more firmly, feeling her slip through my fingers, all warm and trembling. I put some liquid soap on my fingers to make them well lubricated, and I began to rub her little cricket with my thumb and forefinger <unk> Oh, fuck... I'm gonna... shit, motherfucker! (that was the first time I heard her say so many names in my life) I kept going faster, deeper, and her moans grew shorter, broken, until her whole body arched over the bench and she made fun of my fingers, rolling her eyes. We stood there in silence for a few seconds, and to my surprise, she broke the silence with a: I'm all sweaty again, but I enjoyed the bath... it was... good. And I didn't even finish washing you. //////// What are you doing? The story ends here, but it doesn't mean that's all it was, so comment and follow me to part 2!