Bath Time Trouble

When I was younger, we bought a new house in the country that I was very excited about.  We moved in and around the first week or so, I was in the bathroom taking a bath in the brand new bath tub. It was large tub.  Larger that the one we had in the apartment where we used to live.

    So I put a lot of hot water in the tub. Something I could never do in the other house because we would run out of hot water if I put more that 4 inches of water in the tub.  That sucked.

    So I had a full tub of water.  When I got naked and got in, the water rose up to the high water drain.  This was great I could almost float in this tub.  I started sliding forward and backward making the water slosh from front to back.  The more I did it the more the water sloshed.  It was going over the side of the tub onto the floor.  In the midst of this fun, I heard yelling from down stairs in the basement.  A few moments lateer my older sister, one year older, barges into the bathroom.  OMG!  We typically a family where we didn't see each other naked.  I liked that privacy.  (Nudity would be something I discover as I got older.)

     "What are you doing?"  My sister yells.

     I didn't pay much attention to her as I was shocked for her to barge in and see me naked in the tub.

     "What are you doing?  There's water all over the floor, and it's leaking down into the basement.  Dad is going nuts down there."

     Then my mom dashed in to see what's going on.  Geeeeeeeeez was everyone going to come into the bathroom with me naked in the tub????

     "What are you doing Ralphy?  Why do you have so much water in the tub?  You can't be doing this.  I thought you knew better."   I just sat there with my knees pulled up to hide my weiner.  I was so embarrased.

      "Sorry,"  I said sheepishly.

      "Sorry doesn't clean up all this mess.  Donna, you stay here and watch him so that he doesn't make any more trouble.  I thought he knew how to take a bath!"  With that, mom went back down stairs, Donna started to smile as she sat down on the closed toilet seat.

       She just stared at me.  "Well, get on with your bath,"  she said. I couldn't do anything with her sitting there watching me.

       Then, "MOM,"  Donna yelled.

       My mom came back up saying, "What now?"

       "He won't get on with his bath,"  Donna told her.

        Then mom looked at me saying, "Young man!  Take your bath or I'll have Donna bathe you herself.  Your choice."  Then mom left.

        "Well Ralphy?  Want me to give you a bath?"

        "Get out,"  is all I could say.

        "I'll just call mom again."

        "NO!"  I almost yelled.

        "Then get on with it.  Last chance, or mom is going to tell me to do it for you."

I was in that proverbial, stuck between a rock and a hard place.  I reached for the bar of soap floating in the water, and started to soap my arms, keeping my knees pulled up.

         "Now that's better,"  Donna said, and smiled as she was enjoying the heck out of this situation.  "Get under your arms."  

        After I rinsed my chest and arms, I said, "I'm done you can go now."

        "You didn't shampoo your hair.  You didn't wash your face,  You didn't wash your legs. You didn't wash your butt, and you didn't wash between your legs - down there.  I think I should call mom."

        "NO!"  I exclaimed loudly.

        "Then get to it."

        I reached for the bottle of shampoo, and carefully got to my knees and stuck my head in the water.  I came up and shampooed my hair in about 3 seconds.  Then rinsed by sticking my head in the water again.   I did a piss poor job of it.

        "I'm calling mom,"  she said knowing that she knew I doing a piss poor job.

        "NO!"  I yelled once again.  Then grabbing the shampoo bottle and threw it at her saying, "Then you do it."

        Her smile grew;  She came to edge of the tub on her knees and getting her hands wet, poured some shampoo and went to scrubbing the heck out of my head.

        "That's how it's done she said after maybe 3 minutes of scrubbing. "Rinse."

        Still on my knees, I stuck my head into the water.  Donna held my head down with one hand and swished my head to be sure all the soap got rinsed out.  I wasn't expecting that.  When done, she pulled on my shoulders, forcing me back to sitting - knees still up as far as I could get them.

        Without any discussion, she grabs the bar of soap and starts washing my back, arms, chest and belly.

       "Now lay down and rinse."

       I did as I was told but used one hand to keep my genitals covered.

       I sat back up, and immediately, she went to my feet, knees still pulled up, and forcefully pulled a foot up and out of the water and she soaped it well - her soapy hand getting all the way up my thigh.  OMG!  She did the same with the other leg.

       "Rinse,"  she said.  

       "Fine,"  I said.  "Then I'm done and you can get out."

       "You're not done just yet,"  she said rather authoritatively.

       "Now stand up," she said.

       "Get out!"  I yelled.

       "MOM!"  she yelled again.

       Mom stickes her head into the bathroom saying, "What is it now?  I'm getting to the end of my rope with this nonsense."

       "He won't do what I'm telling him to do,"  Donna explained.

       "What does he need to do Donna?"  Mom asked.

       "He won't stand up so I can finish."

       "Oh really?"  Mom said in a tone that said she had had enough of this.  She comes into the bathroom right to me, grabs me by the armpit, and hauls me up and out of the water on to my feet.  My other hand covering my dick.  Mom has a grip like steel - it hurt.  It almost made me cry.

       "There Donna.  Now get him done, dried and into bed."  She turned and stormed off.

       'What the hell!'  I thought to myself.  'Did she just tell Donna to dry me and put me to bed?'

        So there I stood, wet, naked, with hands over my privates.

        Donna took the bar of soap , turns me a little and soaps my butt, getting into my crack really well, with her bare, soapy, fingers.

        I was mortified.

        Then she turned me around so her right hand would have full access to my front, while her other hand held my butt cheek in a big pinch.

         "Move your hands,"  Donna directed.

         I stood there, motionless, and starting to shiver.

         "I'm calling mom."

         "No,"  I said softly so mom wouldn't hear that there was a problem - again.  If she came up here again, it would not end any way good for me.

         "Then move your hands so I can finish you."

         I loosend my grip around my genitals just a little, and her slippery, soapy hands were all over my prick and balls.  I was getting an erection.  She kept soaping my dick.  It only took a few seconds for my dick to get fully hard.  It was now, as she continued to soap it.  

         "There, you're all clean now.  Sit down and rinse."

         I was glad to do that so I was back in the soapy water.

         "OK - I'm done.  You can go now,"  I said softly.

         "You heard mom.  She wants me to get you out of the tub, dried and to bed."

         "I can do it myself."

         "Mom doesn't think so.  That's why she told me to do it.  Now stand up or do I call mom again?"

        I considered my options.  There were none.  I slowly stood up as my sister flpped the latch that let's the water drain out.  My hand covering my now erect penis.

        Donna got a towel and told me to get out of the tub so she could dry me.  I wanted to die.

        I stepped out into the towel she was holding.  She wrapped it around me, then started to dry my hair.

        She dried all over me and made me move my hands agian.  She rubbed my erection rather softly,  I think for longer than it should have taken just to dry my genitals.

        "Now let's go."

     I was standing there naked.  My pj's were  in my bedroom just across the hall.  I always made the short dash naked after a bathe.  No one ever saw me.

     She marched me to my bedroom. my hands covering myself.

     I wore pj bottoms and a t-shirt to bed.  My sister found my t-shirt and said, "Arms up."

     I stood there again, motionless.  "I can do this,"  I said.

     "It's either arms up, or I call mom."

     She loved threatening me with calling mom.  And it worked.

    I put both hands up, leaving my erection sticking straight up for her to see.  I saw here eyes looking at it as she started to get my up held hands, into the t-shirt.   She took her time doing it.

    Then she pulled on my bottoms up and over my boner.   It made a nice little tent.

    "Now get into bed.  Think you can do that on your own?"

    I didn't respond.  Just jumped into bed and pulled the covers over my head.