Charity Events

Chapter 2: Testing the Waters

Janice held back from doing anything more on the next day. She didn't want her plan to become too obvious. But the following day, she again entered the bathroom in the middle of her niece's bath.

This time, Charity knew enough to remain quiet. She was not about to do anything that might result in another humiliating inspection. Janice sat on the closed toilet seat and talked with the naked girl about various subjects. When Charity was finished with the bath, Janice arose and removed the towel from the rack and opened it.

"Let me help," she offered to the nude beauty. Reluctantly, Charity stepped out of the tub. Janice rubbed her hair to dry it and then created a little turban with the towel. Then, she grabbed another towel and patted the magnificent body dry, forcing herself not to linger too long on the girl's breasts or sex despite her desire to hold them longer.

The following evening, she started to exert a little control. Janice announced that she was going to take a bath and asked Charity to help her. Charity was confused by the request but followed her aunt upstairs. Janice went into her bedroom, removed her clothes, and then walked naked down the hall to the bathroom.

Charity was surprised by the nakedness of her aunt. She had never seen Aunt Janice naked before. Janice stopped and turned completely around once before striking a model's pose.

"What do you think? Not bad for an old broad, huh?"

Charity was momentarily at a loss for words but then was able to respond. "I think you're beautiful," she said, honestly. And Janice truly was beautiful. Her figure was perfect from religiously exercising each day. Her breasts may have had a slight sag to them but were still firm and stood high on her chest. And her black pubic thatch was trimmed into a narrow strip.

Then Janice reached up and lifted her own breasts, squeezing them gently together. "These puppies are hanging in there, aren't they?" she asked lightheartedly. "Not a lot of gravity going on there. At least not yet."

Charity nodded. Her aunt's breasts were easily as large as her own; maybe even larger. And she wore a 36C cup bra. "They're very nice Aunt Janice. And they look very firm."

"And they're real too. Here, have a feel." Janice stepped closer and thrust her chest toward her niece who just stood there as if paralyzed. "Go on. They won't bite you."

Slowly, Charity raised her hands and touched the breasts. These were the first breasts she could remember touching. She knew that she had nursed at her mother's breasts as a baby, but that didn't count.

Janice reached up again and placed her hands on Charity's holding her niece's palms to her breasts and squeezed. "Take good care of yours," advised Janice as she watched Charity's cheeks turn crimson. "You'll appreciate it later in life. Well, enough fun for now. You can draw my bath for me."

Charity was taken aback again by the actions of her aunt but was relieved when the grip on her hands was loosened. Not wanting to prolong the hallway encounter any longer, she turned and went into the bathroom to fill the tub. "Yes Mis.. Aunt Janice."

Janice smiled as she watched the shapely bottom walking away from her. She wondered how long it would be before the full word, mistress, escaped from her niece's lips.

Janice sank down into the hot water and luxuriated in it for a moment. The tub was large enough for two but she decided against having Charity join her. That would be pushing too fast.

"Do my hair?" said Janice with her eyes closed as she sat in the steamy water. Then she waited until she heard Charity shuffling to kneel beside the tub. Slowly she opened her eyes and turned toward the girl.

"Surely, you're not going to do this fully clothed. You'll get all wet."

"I'll be okay, Aunt Janice," replied Charity.

"Nonsense!" retorted Janice. "Out of those clothes this instant. Then we won't have to worry."

Charity wondered what the big deal was. She was only wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a tank top. It really didn't matter if they got wet. But she seemed to be losing arguments these days and didn't have the strength to even try to debate her aunt on this. She arose again and quickly discarded her top and her shorts.

"Ahem," said Janice as Charity started to kneel back down. "All of them." Charity nodded timidly and reached behind her back, unsnapping her bra and freeing her magnificent breasts. Then she shimmied out of her panties, much to Janice's delight, and knelt by the tub again.

Janice tilted her head forward and Charity poured the water, wetting the long raven locks. Then she poured the shampoo and started to lather up Janice's scalp.

"Being a slave owner will be wonderful," though Janice to herself. "It will be luxurious."

After the hair had been washed and rinsed, Janice spoke again. "Will it be easier if I stand or do you want to work with me sitting?"

"What do you mean?" asked Charity with a puzzled look on her face.

"The rest of my body. Will it be easier if I stand?"

"Oh," replied a surprised Charity. Immediately, the vision of her aunt's naked sex staring at her from only inches away from her face popped into her head. "I think sitting would be best."

Janice nodded and stretched out against the back of the tub to let her niece start to work. Charity wetted the washcloth and applied soap before starting on Janice's face. Slowly, the soapy cloth moved across her aunt's forehead, cheeks and nose.

"Close your eyes, Mis… Janice," said Charity. "I don't want to get any soap in them."

Janice closed her eyes as the washcloth continued its journey. "Miss Janice. I like that. You may call me that if you prefer."

"Yes, Miss Janice," replied Charity awkwardly. She could have kicked herself for the continued slips of the tongue. She would have to be more careful. She couldn't keep slipping into the minds of the characters in her stories.

The cloth moved across the shoulders and then cleaned each arm, paying particular attention to the delicate fingers. Then, Charity faced a dilemma. She didn't want to touch her aunt's breasts again but knew she would have to wash there eventually. She decided to get it over with and moved the soapy cloth over the snow-white mounds resting on Janice's chest.

"Mmmmm, that feels nice," said Janice with her eyes still closed, feeling her niece moving across her breasts. "Keep doing that."

Charity didn't know what to do. Her nervousness told her to run. Her mind told her to protest. But she watched in disbelief as her hand just kept making figure eight motions around the two breasts, occasionally breaking the pattern to move across the tops of the mounds.

"Oh yes," murmured Janice. "We'll have to do this more often."

"But this doesn't seem right," said Charity in a small voice.

Janice sat up in the tub, surprising her niece and reached out with a wet hand to grasp Charity by the jaw. "This doesn't seem right, what?"

"I'm sorry. I meant to say this doesn't seem right, Miss Janice."

"Better," replied Janice as she laid back in the tub again. "the water is getting cold, little one. Give me some more hot water."

"Yes, Miss Janice." Charity started the spigot and opened the drain to let some of the cool water out while she refilled it with hot. From experience, she knew that the hot water had to be swirled around the tub or it could scald her aunt's feet. So, with both hands, she started the water flowing in a circular fashion by sweeping one hand up Janice's left side and the other sweeping down her aunt's right side.

This caused Charity to lean over the side of the tub and soon her breasts were dangling and swaying above Janice's prone body. Janice lifted her hands and let her fingers grip the nipples, which she had already learned were very sensitive. She rolled them back and forth and was again amazed at how quickly they stiffened.

"Oh!" gasped Charity as she pulled her torso back and sat on her heels trying to catch her breath.

"You have the most amazingly responsive nipples," observed Janice. "I think they're wonderful."

"Thank you," murmured Charity. "I think."

Janice did not press her advantage any more that night. Charity had to continue washing her aunt, which included moving the cloth between her legs and which brought another blush to the younger woman's cheeks. But after the bath was finished, Janice arose, allowed Charity to dry her off, and then went to her bedroom. She left a dazed and bewildered niece standing in the bathroom with a damp towel dangling from one hand and discarded clothes lying on the floor around her.