Amelia's Steamy Massage
"Change into it right now."
No sooner had the words left my mouth than Big Sis's glare turned downright murderous. I cursed the Smith from five seconds ago who'd blurted that out without thinking. Smith, you fucking moron.
With one eyebrow arched ridiculously high, she alternated her gaze between me and the panties in my hand, her face twisting in utter disbelief.
"You fucking moron. You serious?"
"Dead fucking serious, Sis."
I'd already crossed the point of no return. If I backpedaled now with some bullshit like "Nah, just kidding, haha," my head would spin off in the freestyling adventure of a lifetime—the kind you only get once. Fuck, Smith, you piece of shit. I knew curiosity killed the cat, and here I was pulling this crap anyway. Time to grab my dick and reflect hard. Of course, reflection would have to wait until I got out of here alive….
I swallowed dryly, meeting her stare— which looked at me like I was a lunatic—as calmly as I could. No choice but to push forward like the madman I was. Backing off now meant game over.
"Come on, change quick."
"……."
I held out the panties boldly, and she recoiled a step, face contorted.
"Come on."
"……You really expect me to wear this?"
"Of course."
"For real?"
"For real."
Her bizarre expression—a weird mix of incredulity and doubt—had her double-checking over and over. That's when I spotted my opening.
"Sis, you ever been to the desert?"
"……No."
"In my tribe, we really wear stuff like this for massages. Look me in the eye—have I ever lied to you?"
"……Fuck. Still feels off no matter how I think about it."
"Come on, Sis. It's me, Smith. Why the hell would I lie to you?"
My conscience stung like a bitch in my chest. But after four years of honest living, one little white lie couldn't hurt, right?
"……Hand it over."
"Here you go."
With a skeptical frown, she finally snatched the black rose-pattern panties from my hand.
"……You seriously want me in this?"
"Seriously. Yes. Dead serious."
"…And the top?"
"Off completely."
"……You're insane. Why not just say strip bottom too while you're at it."
"Sis, top and bottom are totally different zones."
The arousal levels ain't even comparable. Hell yeah.
"Haa… fuck. Whatever."
She rubbed her face with the hand clutching the panties. Then, right in front of me, she stripped off her clothes in one fluid motion.
"Hey. Turn around."
"Ah, yes ma'am."
As she went to slip off her panties, she shot me a fierce glare, and I spun around quick. From behind came the soft rustle of fabric sliding off—sarrrk—and it teased my little brother something fierce. To keep my dick from standing at attention, I desperately pictured my old army sergeant's face. Stoic. It worked wonders. Fucking Sergeant Kim, you prick.
"Haa… that good?"
At her voice, I turned back. There she stood, arms crossed modestly over tits bigger than my head.
Through the slit in the panties, a peek of her yellow bush made me gulp hard.
"W-what the hell you staring at like a dumbass…."
"Ahem. Uh, yeah. Anyway. Lie down on the bed."
"……."
Still eyeing me suspiciously, she followed orders and stretched out on the bed.
"Sis, where's the towels?"
"Why the fuck you need those…?"
"Need 'em. Anyway, where?"
"……Over there."
She pointed to a shadowy corner by the door wall. There was another door tucked away.
"Oh… a door there?"
"Shut up and grab it quick, moron."
"Ah, yes ma'am."
I dashed to the door she indicated and yanked it open. Inside? A bathroom. No way—Big Sis had this fancy setup all to herself? Made sense. I grabbed a neatly rolled towel and hustled back to the bed.
"The hell you need that for."
"To cover your eyes. Easier on 'em, less strain."
"……Fine, whatever."
"Yes ma'am."
I unfolded the towel, folded it neatly into a square—not too thick—and laid it gently over her eyes.
"Comfortable?"
"Not bad."
"Got it."
I stepped back. Then I clawed at my hair. Damn it!!
I'd jumped in without thinking, but shit was going too smooth. Now it was a problem. I'd planned a light shoulder-and-limb rubdown, but somehow it'd escalated to full-body, and she'd stripped buck-naked to boot.
I eyed her lying there obediently, towel over her eyes. Her untouched tits were gorgeous as expected, and those subtle abs? Sexy as hell.
"……!!"
No, fuck. Not the time to ogle. Smith, you fucking idiot. Goddamn it.
No way I could just poke at her limbs and call it quits—not even Big Sis, generous as she was, would let that slide unscathed.
"You… starting or what?"
"Ah, hold on a sec. Gotta prep something."
Fuck, honey? Nah, never saw any in the kitchen. Olive oil? Pass—kitchen stuff was too cheap anyway. Then….
My gaze drifted to the bathroom where I'd grabbed the towel. Bambino's inn bath had 'em, Kernax's too—shampoo, body wash like on Earth. In this world of lifestyle magic over science, they'd use natural ingredients for sure.
"Sis, hang on just a sec—grabbing something from your bathroom."
"……Fine, just hurry the fuck up."
Her okay barely out, I bolted to the bathroom. Bigger than expected, with three familiar jars: hair, hair, body. I squeezed the body one, slathering it on my palm. Slippery. Nice scent, perfect viscosity. Bed might get messy, but a cleaning scroll post-shower would fix it. I snatched the jar and returned.
"…Why the hell you got that?"
She peeked from under the towel with one eye, glaring.
"Stands in for our tribe's scented oil. Alright, we're starting now—just relax, eyes closed, nice and easy."
"……."
Still suspicious, she glared a bit longer before settling back, towel over eyes.
"Might feel cool at first—don't freak."
"You talk too damn much… got it, start already."
"Yes ma'am."
I squirted the gel—nice thickness—spread it even on my hands, then climbed onto the bed by her head. No real massage skills, but porn wasn't wasted on me. I channeled those massage-flick actresses and got to work.
"Ngh, mm…."
"Relax, breathe slow."
I gently rubbed her hollowed collarbone, stroking up her neck like kneading dough. Beyond AV, I'd seen legit lymph massage vids—copied that.
"Pressure good? Harder?"
"……Harder."
"Gotcha."
Per her request, I amped the force from collarbone up her neck.
"Hmmm…."
"Going down now."
Her reaction better than expected, I freshened my hands with more gel and moved on. Slick palms from neck to collarbone, finally reaching those plump tits. Playing pro masseur, I slid my hand backs into her cleavage first.
Deep in, then under each breast, stroking up softly to the tops. Like caressing a round ball, slow firm presses, kneading every inch.
"Mm…."
Her breathing roughened somewhere; I gulped too. Her tits jiggled lewdly with my strokes—who wouldn't get hard watching that? Plus….
"H-hey, how long you gonna do tits…? Feels like forever…."
"Sis, tits take the longest. Shoulder knots, neck pain? All from these bad boys."
"……."
Her stiff cherry nipples stood proud. She knew it, wanted me to move on—but no chance. Who knew when I'd get this shot again?
Gulp. Unlike petite Siron or Kernax's cute ones, Sis's were thick, begging to be bitten. Palm under breast, I stroked up slow. The way her tit warped then slipped down, her hard nipple dragging across my palm… exquisite.
"Hah…."
A faint moan, her shoulders twitching ever so slightly. I stroked up agonizingly slow, grinding that nipple relentlessly with my palm.
"Kh… nghhh…."
Her aroused gasps made her toes twitch. Trying to stifle it? That lit a fire in me. I whispered low in her ear.
"Sis, my massage isn't just for body fatigue—it's for mental stress too. So… don't hold back. Just take it. As is… it's just a massage. Massage. Yeah, just that…."
Finishing, I gripped her full tits, thumbs out, and mercilessly rubbed her rock-hard nipples.
"Guh, nghk…."
"Sis, don't hold back. No need."
"Haa, haaah!!"
Her breaths turned ragged, hips bucking faintly. That told me she wouldn't stop me. Bold now, I pinched and twisted her erect nipples.
"Nghaaah…!!"
For a split second, her back arched off the bed then slammed down. Short, but she came—hard.
"Haa… haa…."
Her heaving tits shook wildly with each gasp, a feast for my eyes. I smoothed her sweat-damp hair, lips to her flushed ear.
"Now for the lower body."
"……."
Her panting mouth shut. I ignored it.
"Sis, just a massage. Nothing to worry about… pure massage. Relax and enjoy. I'll handle the rest."
Gulp— her swallow echoed. Mine too.
Carefully, I shifted position. Refreshed hands slick, I placed them slow on her firm abs.
"Ngh…."
Short moan. Ignore. Downward: past navel, press lower belly, slow over womb, across those naughty panties—finally—
Squelch♥ Touching her slick, soaked petals.
And Sis… didn't push my hand away.