Bo and Me, Chapter 4

  • Posted on April 24, 2017 at 3:07 pm

By Unfastened Belts

A soft peck on the lips woke me up. “Took to this quick, didn’t you?” I mumbled, eyes still closed. Bo giggled.

I opened my eyes to see her smiling at me. We were lying side by side. Bo moved closer so she could kiss me again. I pursed my lips, waiting for her. When our lips met, we both made smacking sounds, then laughed.

“This is nice,” she said.

We exchanged a few mutual pecks. Unlike what I’d seen in movies, Bo didn’t kiss me at an angle to avoid our noses crashing into each other. Instead, she simply pressed her nose to mine. I absolutely loved how innocent that seemed.

After a while, I opened my eyes. “Don’t move,” I told her.

Bo’s eyes widened in anticipation. I put my lips on hers, but instead of smacking them, let them linger there, nibbling ever so slightly on her upper lip. I didn’t dare go any further and pulled away soon.

“That felt really weird,” she said. After a few seconds, she added, “But it felt really cool, too.”

We just looked at each other for a while. I thought she might kiss me again, but instead her eyes drifted shut. After a few minutes, I saw them move underneath her lids and thought she must be dreaming. I kissed her softly on the lips. Her eyes stopped moving and she sighed. I wasn’t sure if she was still asleep.

Then she shifted slightly. “I had a dream just now,” she said.

“What about?” I asked.

“There was a fairy that took me to a magic place. I think I was a fairy too. We were flying through giant blades of grass. It was at dusk. There was a pond with frogs that were bigger than us. Fairies rode on some of them. I wanted to ride one too, so I got on top of it. It jumped towards the pond and I got scared. When we went underwater, at first I thought I was gonna drown, but then I noticed that I could breathe underwater and I thought, ‘how cool is it that I can do that?’

“Then I did a loop, and while I was going around myself, I saw I was a mermaid. I wasn’t surprised, ‘cause I didn’t remember that I’d been a fairy before. I wanted to breach out of the pond like a whale, but I woke up right when I got to the surface.”

“You dreamed all that in one minute?” I asked, laughing.

“That was only a minute?” Bo opened her eyes, looking at me in surprise.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’ve heard that when you dream, time goes by ten times as fast. I didn’t know if it was true.”

“I guess it must be,” she said.

I wondered if she’d realized that my kiss had awakened her. I trailed my fingers through Bo’s hair, which made her smile. She toyed with my hair, too.

I asked her, “Hey, wanna get up and go downstairs?”

She said, “Okay.”

I instantly hated myself for asking her that. I would have much rather stayed in bed with Bo, cuddling and kissing, but I was too scared that she might decide what we were doing was wrong, or that she’d bring it up in a casual conversation with our parents because she thought it wasn’t wrong.

That wasn’t my only concern — I was also afraid of getting carried away if we kept on kissing. I wasn’t sure what other things my lustful imagination might decide were okay to try out on my little sister.

I managed to pull myself away from Bo and get out of bed, then looked down at her. She gave me a bright, cheeky smile, extending her arms to me. I rolled my eyes, pretending to be annoyed, but couldn’t keep from grinning. I took her by the wrists and pulled her into a sitting position.

She got out of bed and stretched, then surprised me by getting up on tiptoe and wrapping both arms around my neck, then giving me a soft kiss on the cheek that made the cutest sound.

“See you downstairs,” she said quietly into my ear. Then she let go and off she flew.

Dazzled, I plodded behind, rubbing my eyes to make sure I wasn’t still dreaming.

Downstairs, I glanced into the living room. Mom was seated on the couch with a book. “Morning, Mom,” I said.

“Good morning,” she said with a wave.

I went to the kitchen. Bo was filling two cups with milk. I looked at the clock and saw it was half past eight. Bo put the cups in the microwave.

“I’m making instant cocoa for us,” she said.

“Thanks,” I said.

“You can go sit on the couch,” she said. “I’ll bring it out.”

“Okay,” I said and went back to the living room, sitting at the end of the couch opposite my mother.

“You girls are up early,” Mom said.

“Yeah,” I said, not mentioning that Bo and I had had a sleepover. I picked up a Carl Barks comic from the coffee table and pretended to read it.

“Good morning, Mom,” I heard Bo say a few minutes later. Mom greeted her back.

When Bo came over, I put down the comic and she handed me my cup. “Thanks,” I said.

“You already thanked me, but you’re still welcome,” she said and sat between us. I took a few sips, put the cup on the table and went back to my comic book.

“Mom, can I take a bath?” Bo asked after a bit. Since baths used way more water than showers, our parents preferred for us to get permission before filling the tub.

Mom thought about it. “Okay,” she said. “You should go and turn on the water.”

“Yippee!” Bo exclaimed.

She got up and walked to the bathroom. I heard her turn on the tap, the water rushing to fill the tub. When she came back to sit between us, she asked, “Hey, Lisa, you wanna take a bath with me?”

My heart began to pound. “I dunno,” I mumbled. The last time we’d taken a bath together, I’d been around eight and Bo five — a good while before I’d realized I liked girls, much less that I had a thing for my sister.

“Please?” Bo said. I was still looking at the comic but couldn’t make out the pictures. My mind was racing.

“Lisa probably feels too old for that,” Mom said when I didn’t reply.

“Huh?” I said, looking up. “Sorry, I got distracted.” I put the comic down. Instinctively, I chose to pretend I hadn’t realized what they’d been talking about, so I could feel out the situation some more.

“Bo said she wants you to take a bath with her,” Mom said.

“Oh cool, yeah, sure,” I said, looking back down at the comic. I thought I sounded pretty calm, but couldn’t be sure.

“Really?” Mom said. She seemed surprised. I glanced at her to see her smiling.

“Yeah, I haven’t taken a bath in a while,” I improvised. “If Bo’s gonna take one, we can both use the same tubful of water.”

“Yay!” Bo cheered, drinking some more of her cocoa.

With a shrug, Mom picked up her book again. “Well, if you don’t mind sharing the tub, I guess…” She fell silent, turned a page.

Bo was first to finish her cocoa. She took her cup to the kitchen and stayed gone for a bit. Then I heard her yell, “Bath’s almost ready!”

Without looking up, I called back, “Be there in a minute!” I didn’t want to seem too eager.

“Okay,” Bo replied.

She didn’t come back. I thumbed through the comic for a few more minutes, then put it back on the table and got up.

“Have fun,” Mom said.

I rolled my eyes. “It’s just a bath, Mom,” I said, trying to affect a casual air as I exited the living room.

When I got to the bathroom, the door was already closed, but I heard the water still pouring into the tub. I knocked twice.

“Come in!” Bo said.

Entering, the first thing I noticed was her pyjamas on the floor. Then I saw that my sister was in the tub already, surrounded by mountains of foam. All I could see of Bo’s body was her knees and shoulders.

Fighting to still my jangling nerves, I closed the door behind me. Bo giggled and squeezed more shampoo under the faucet, fueling the foam production. The flowing water churned the suds even higher.

“C’mon, Lisa — get in, get in!” she exclaimed.

“Close your eyes,” I said, out of instinct. When I saw that she did, I got out of my pyjamas.

As I pulled down my panties, I noticed they were a little wet, and found myself blushing. I’d never been so wet that it showed on my underwear before! Letting them drop to the floor, I hid the evidence under my pyjama top, just in case. Glancing at Bo, I saw that she still had her eyes closed. I climbed into the bathtub and slowly eased myself into the hot water, the soap foam nearly coming up to my chin. I sat down facing my sister, surrounding her with my legs on either side, careful not to touch her.

“You can open your eyes now,” I said. Bo giggled when she saw me, practically buried in the thick suds. I felt nervous but grinned.

“We haven’t taken a bath together in a long time,” she said.

“Yeah,” I said.

Neither of us spoke for a while, we just relaxed in the hot water. The sound of the stream pouring into the tub was a meditative drone. I slipped into a dreamlike state as I gazed at Bo, who had her eyes closed.

Her face was flushed from the heat. Steam was rising up between us. Her hair, which was usually straight, fell down in waves around her face and on her forehead, curled up from the humidity in the air. She looked incredibly cute.

The sight of Bo’s bare knees, still jutting out of the water, was filling me with a desire that, by then, was all too familiar. My heart was thumping in my chest, and I wondered if the vibrations were traveling through the water.

After a little while, Bo opened her eyes and gave the tub a critical lookover. Following her survey, she grabbed the bottle from the side of the tub and joyously squeezed even more shampoo into the stream, cackling like a maniac.

“This bath needs more foam. Foam is good. Foam is life!” she exclaimed.

Bo’s mood was infectious. I caught myself giggling. “You’re a dork,” I said.

She looked at me. “Yeah, but I’m a foamy dork,” she explained patiently.

I laughed and poked her flank with my toe. She squealed in surprise and clasped her legs together, creating ripples in the water. When she relaxed again, some of the foam between her knees was gone. Seeing her bare lower legs made me shiver, despite the heat.

The tub was getting pretty full, so Bo turned off the water. She scooped up some foam and put it on top of her head, crowning herself.

“I hereby declare you Princess Foamy,” I said, tapping each of her shoulders in turn with my index finger.

Bo giggled, then put on an earnest look. “I shall reign supreme over the lands of foam! I vow to keep all citizens of Foamland foamy at all times,” she promised.

I jutted out my lips and applied some foam to my upper lip. “Arrrr! I’m the evil pirate Clearwater, and I’m not going to submit to your despotic rule!” I threatened in a rumbling voice.

I pushed some of the foam from my side over in her direction, baring my chest. Laughing, she waved the foam back to me. I proclaimed, “Princess Foamy! Your wasteful ways have terrorized Foamland for much too long! I shall take this soap and put it back to its original purpose.”

I scooped up most of the foam that was covering me, piled it on top of my head and began massaging it into my hair as big gobs of it fell down around my shoulders.

Bo looked amused, but she had quieted down. I thought the foam on her side probably blocked her view of my lower body, but I felt incredibly excited to be flashing my boobs at her. I couldn’t tell for certain if she was looking at them, mainly because foam was running down my face. I made a helicopter noise with my lips and shook my head wildly, sending suds flying across the tub at Bo.

She giggled quietly. “I surrender,” she offered meekly, slowly sliding deeper into the water with a theatrical sigh.

Bo’s head went under, only her crown still visible on the surface. I felt her feet come to rest on my tummy. I gulped, suddenly feeling nervous again. My gaze followed her legs — from her feet out of the water to her knees, then back underwater to the junction of her thighs. The water was rippling from the motion, and her legs were too close together for me to really make out anything, but I thought I could see that she was still hairless.

I only got to look for two seconds before she pushed herself back up, rising from the water. The crown was lifted back on her head, but diminished in size. Bo’s lower half disappeared beneath the foam again, but her chest was uncovered.

While she wiped her face, I caught myself staring. Her little nipples sat on mounds that were barely bigger than her beautiful dark areolas. The inside of my mouth was dry and I thought I might pass out on the spot.

I scooped some water over my head and washed the soap out of my hair. “The heat is getting too much for me,” I told her truthfully. “I’m gonna get out.”

“Okay,” Bo said, closing her eyes without my having to ask. I toyed with the idea of telling her she didn’t have to, but remained silent.

I slowly stood up and reached for a towel. I could see better from this position — but Bo’s hands had come to rest in her lap, so once again I couldn’t make out much, which was probably for the better.

I stepped out of the bathtub, dried myself off and wrapped myself in the towel. “You can look,” I said. Bo opened her eyes.

“I’m gonna stay and enjoy the water a little more,” she said, looking at me.

“Okay, Mrs. Foamy,” I said. Bo smiled brightly. I gathered up my clothes and left the bathroom.

“Out already?” I heard my mom call from the living room.

I went over to the door. “Yeah, I was getting bored. I’m squeaky clean already, anyway. Bo’s gonna stay in a little longer,” I said.

“Okay,” Mom said, going back to her book.

I went upstairs outwardly calm, aware of how badly I needed to touch myself. Passing my parents’ bedroom, I heard my dad snoring.

In my room, I put my clothes on the bed and dropped the towel. Feeling incredibly daring, I continued naked into Bo’s room.

I went through the clothes on the chair she used as a hamper and found a pair of panties. I sniffed it. It smelled faintly of pee. That was enough to drive me insane.

I crawled into Bo’s bed and underneath her blanket, pulling it up so that only my upper body was covered but my legs exposed, which made me feel extra naughty. I pulled Bo’s panties over my head, the crotch over my nose, breathing in her scent.

My trembling right hand found my pussy. It was so wet that it couldn’t all have been from the bath. My whole body was quivering, both from my bare legs being exposed to the cool air and from the adrenaline that was pumping through me. I slowly moved my index finger back and forth over my clit, torturing myself on purpose. I wanted to stretch this out, make it last.

When I felt myself getting close, I stopped touching my clit. Teasing myself instead, I started tracing lines on the sensitive flesh just around my pussy and lightly trailed a finger through the wet lips.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I went back to slowly massaging my clit. Not able to keep myself from moaning, I pushed the crotch of Bo’s panties into my mouth, held it in place and started to suck on it.

I had never felt this depraved before, or this horny. I kept going at my clit, but at the same languid pace. I was shivering violently, breathing hard. I could hear myself whimper pathetically, which turned me on even more.

The orgasm hit me unprepared. A flash of lightning zapped through my body. My hips bucked violently, and now that I was at the peak, I went wild on my clit, mashing it with the tip of my finger until it became too painful to stand. My ears went deaf and all I could see was stars. I came for at least twenty seconds.

Still breathing heavily, I could feel myself drift into what seemed a lot like a coma, but what remained of my consciousness told me that I was done for if anyone found me like this: stretched out naked in my sister’s bed, a hand between my legs, Bo’s soiled panties pressed to my face.

I tried to stand, but was still shaking so badly that I couldn’t trust my legs to support me. I put Bo’s panties back on her chair and crawled back into my room on hands and knees.

Somehow I managed to put on my pyjama top and panties. Slipping into my bed, I noticed that my face was drenched with tears. I must have cried through my orgasm.

A warm, fuzzy darkness soon enveloped me and I passed out.

Continue on to Chapter 5

 

No comments on Bo and Me, Chapter 4

  1. Purple Les says:

    Very hot chapter. I love getting in bed nude after a shower or bath.

  2. JetBoy says:

    Prejudiced though I am, being the editor of this story, I would be heaping it with praise even if I’d never seen it before. It’s a slowly building tale that has this reader quivering in anticipation. Of course, I’m a couple of chapters ahead of you folks… 😉

  3. cherryco says:

    WAY HOT!! I so love this story! Please give us more!

  4. Unfastened Belts / Lisa says:

    Thank you so much, guys. <3

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