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“Hop, are you going to finish getting undressed and get in, or what?”
Hop was starting to get used to his relationship with Sonia, but every now and then, he still froze up. Even in a steamy bathroom—with the door shut tight behind him so that nothing could escape—he still felt his blood run cold when Sonia tilted her chin at him, batted her eyelashes, and called him closer. It was the same chill he got whenever Leon averted his gaze, the same chill he got when he woke up breathless and thinking of her, the same chill he got when his classmates asked him if he had gotten a girlfriend already.
He was hoping that that feeling would disappear, soon, so that it was easier to survive.
Then again, Sonia had told him that he would get used to it, and at the very least, he didn’t get nauseous anymore. As hard as it was to do so, he was able to take a step forward, then another, then remember that he still had his briefs on, then take them off and take one more step.
He froze again.
“Hop,” Sonia whined, splashing around in the tub, much like a child. He might have found it endearing, some time ago. Or, maybe he still did. “The water’s going to get cold!”
“M’sorry,” Hop mumbled, fixing his eyes on the tile floor. Hop took a few deep breaths, then did as Sonia had told him to some long minutes before, and stepped into the bathtub. There was hardly room for him to sit, the tub was so small. He was shorter than her, still, so he’d overestimated how much space they’d have. He couldn’t even turn around, once he’d gotten in, and he had been trying so hard not to face her that he ended up with his back to her breasts. The chill he’d felt was dissipating, being replaced by a heavy, dizzying heat.
“There we are,” Sonia said, patting his head with a wet hand. “Was that so hard?”
“It wasn’t hard, I just—”
“It was just what?” Her tone was playful, but it didn’t make him feel any less tense. Speaking had never felt so pointless. When he just leaned backwards into her, it was much easier to breathe, so that’s what he did. Sonia rewarded him by hugging him from behind, her chin resting on his shoulder. “We worked mighty hard today, didn’t we, Hop? That’s why I figured it’d make more sense for you to spend the night.”
Sure, it made sense. After all, he’d been spending less time at home, anyway. Being at home meant pretending nothing was happening, defending Sonia from his parents whenever they questioned how hard she was working him. There was also the non-stop pressure that came from living under the same roof as Leon, even though he wasn’t the Champion anymore. Being with Sonia allowed him peace (for the most part), quiet (sometimes), and praise (for a price). In tranquil moments like that, he almost forgot why he’d fought her for so long.
Then, Sonia said, “I’ll wash you up.”
Quickly, he remembered that something was wrong.
“Sonia, I can do it myself,” he said, trying his best—for the sake of his tattered pride—to not sound like he was whining.
“I know you can, but your big sis wants to lend you a hand.” Silent but clear, Sonia was telling Hop that he was supposed to be a good little brother now, and address his sister properly.
What had once seemed confusing and foreign to him had become a familiar-yet-nauseating pattern. It wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t hard, either. Even though they’d never bathed together or been completely naked together before, his body had a way of making everything simple. It took no effort at all to sit back and let himself be washed; they were quite dirty, after doing field work all day in the blazing heat. There was undoubtedly a layer of dirt and dried sweat on his skin, which Sonia washed away with a sudsy cloth. She was just doing him a favor.
Him not crying out when a hand plunged beneath the water and began groping him was just him doing her a favor in return.
Of course, she didn’t want him completely silent. Sonia always talked during times like these, and always prodded him for a response. As she started to stroke him underwater, she cooed into his ear, happy as could be. “I know you’re a boy, but you’ve gotta make sure to keep yourself clean, too, Hop.”
Taking offense to that almost made the situation feel normal. “O-of course I do!”
“Really? That’s good.” Sonia’s thumb began to play with his tip, massaging him, almost, which made him shy for reasons he couldn’t explain. “Especially since you’ve got a little extra skin down here. You have to be really thorough about it.”
“I know,” Hop gasped, squirming. He had nowhere to go but to lean back more into Sonia. “Lee told me that already.”
Sonia made a noise of disinterest, perhaps because he’d mentioned Leon. Hop didn’t really want to talk about him, either, given the deterioration of their relationship as of late, so he left the conversation there and let Sonia continue. He’d never touched himself like that, focusing so much on the head and the fold of his foreskin, but Sonia was fascinated with it. It wasn’t uncomfortable; in fact, it was quite pleasurable. Briefly, he imagined doing the same thing himself when he was alone, but then he realized that he would have to think about Sonia while doing it, and covered his face.
“What’s wrong, Hop? Feels too good?”
“No,” he said, through his fingers.
“You’re so shy today,” Sonia sighed. She began to jerk him off normally again. The feeling was different underwater, but he couldn’t explain how. He couldn’t explain anything about what they did together. It was wrong, he knew that, yet it felt less wrong every time they were together. Somewhere along the way, he’d become more accustomed to her voice, and the chills that he used to get took a backseat to the heat in his groin. “Hopefully you’re not too shy to sleep in a bed with your big sis tonight. Do you want to?”
But the couch, he thought, you told my parents I’d sleep on your couch. But when he thought about it, thought about how good Sonia’s hand felt and how scary it was to be alone, he couldn’t reject her. “I want to.”
“You want to...?”
The bath felt too hot. His chest and head felt like they were filled with cotton. “I want to sleep with big sis.”
“I knew you would! It wouldn’t be a sleepover if you didn’t, right?”
Hop had one of those awful, guilty thoughts again. He thought about Sonia touching herself while standing behind his chair, and thought about her doing the same thing while they laid in bed, and he got so scared and so something else that he came right away. The feeling was almost overwhelming, given the oppressive heat and the intense sensations, but Sonia’s chest pressing against him and her hand caressing his torso kept it pleasant.
“Hm...the water’s all dirty now.” Sonia lifted her hand, and Hop saw a bit of his own cum on her palm, diluted by the water. He wished she hadn’t shown him that. “Oh, well. We had a good soak. Let’s shower, instead.”
Hop nodded. Maybe he was just like every other perverted guy, only after one thing, but now that it was all said and done, he felt a little empty.
He wasn’t sure he’d ever get clean.