Donald was just about to do some more unpacking when a knock landed on the door. He was in half a mind to ignore it but then, there was another knock, this time much louder. He wasn’t in the mood for uninvited guests but however, when he opened the door, he was surprised.
“Hi sis, I thought you were coming tomorrow.” Donald said, looking up at her.
“I was, but I couldn’t wait to see your new apartment.” She replied.
“It’s in a bit of a mess now, I haven’t finished unpacking yet.” Donald said.
Suddenly her smile disappeared, it was replaced with a frown.
“I have a question for you.” He waited, but she just stared at him.
“OK, what is it?”
The smile came back and then she said “Can I come in?”
He laughed, then he moved aside so that she could enter. As she passed him he muttered “Very funny.”
Donald liked his new apartment, he was anxious to hear her assessment of it. His step sister can be very critical, and at times quite rude, so he was prepared for the worst.
“I like it, the kitchen would have been better if itwas bigger, but it will do.” She commented.
“Thanks, I wasn’t sure if you would approve of it.”
She smiled then said “Why, because I am such an awkward bitch?”
With a straight face he answered her with “You are not awkward.”
Luckily she found that really funny.
They then talked for a while. He offered to make her some lunch but she declined, she was meeting some friends later on and would eat with them. As she was leaving he noticed a slight limp.
“What’s wrong with your leg?” He asked.
She turned round to face him then said “It’s nothing serious, just some problem with my right calf muscle. Too much exercise, I think I have been overdoing the running.”
Donald was concerned, “I think you need to get it checked out.”
She shrugged her shoulders then said “It will get better with time, or if I get a sports massage.” She then continued with “Normally I see a guy who works at the Gym, but I is booked up for the next two weeks.”
“What if I do it?”
He had intended it as a joke but she wasn’t laughing, instead he could see she was considering it.
“Are you serious?” She asked.
He hesitated, then he said “Yes.”
However as soon as he had said it he wasn’t sure if he could deliver on what he had just agreed to. Bella would expect him to do a proper job. He was just about to tell her he had changed his mind when she spoke.
“OK, but when?”
It was now too late, he would just have to give it his best shot.
“How about tonight?” She asked.
She was obviously keen. He couldn’t think of a reason to say no, so he agreed. They decided to do it at eight, that would give him time to do more unpacking.
“I need to go, otherwise I will be late meeting up with my friends. I will see myself out.”
He was deciding what box to tackle next when he heard the front door close, then he heard knocking. “What had she forgotten?” He muttered under his breath.
“Sorry, I should have said before I left. I will bring the massage oil and you provide the towels.” Then she quickly added “I am assuming you have some towels?”
“Very funny, now go and leave me in peace.” Donald said.
“OK, but I think you should let me have a key.”
He shook his head before saying “No chance.”
As he closed the door he heard her say “It’s a good idea me having a key.” He just ignored her.
He spent the next hour working, most of the kitchen stuff was now done so he decided to take a break. He smiled as he sat on the sofa drinking a mug of coffee, at twenty-three it felt good to have his own place, even if he was only renting. He checked his watch it was just after four, he would stop for fifteen minutes.
At seven he decided to call it a day. He still had a few boxes to unpack but they contained non-essentials, mostly books. He had neatly stacked them in the spare bedroom so they were out of the way. He desperately needed a shower and a change of clothes.
As he showered he thought of Bella and how he would conduct the massage. He have always played a lot of sport and consequently he have had a lot of injuries, mostly minor ones though. If it was a sore or stiff muscle then a massage always helped. What he would do to Bella is to try and copy what has been done to him in the past. That was the theory, we would just have to see how it worked in practice.
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“Sorry I’m am late.” Bella said as she came back. It was eight-thirty.
“No problem, but I was beginning to think you had changed your mind.” Donald said.
She just smiled then proceeded to check the apartment again.
“You have been busy, I am impressed.” She said while still scanning the room. Donald beamed, proud of what he had done.
“Let’s get started. Where can I hang his coat up?”
“Sorry, no coat hooks. It’s on his list of things to do.”
She unbuttoned her coat and placed it over the back of a chair. He stared at her. When she turned round she could see the look on his face.
“What?” She then laughed and said “Yes the skirt is a bit short.”
“Short, it’s almost non-existent.”
She laughed again before saying “I don’t wear it in public, it’s just for the massage. I don’t want to get oil on my clothes.”
Donald didn’t know what to say. He had naively assumed he would just be doing her calves but it looked as if Bella was expecting him to go higher, much higher.
She lay face down on the bed and he placed a towel over her to cover her bottom. He was just about to start when he had a thought.
“Give me a few minutes, I will warm the oil up.” Donald said.
“OK, but don’t be too long or I might fall asleep.”
He placed the bottle in a bowl of hot water, a couple of minutes should do the trick. As he waited, he thought of Bella, his big sister, five years older than him. She had recently split with her boyfriend so was now living on her own. If they had still been together he would be massaging her now rather than him. It was six months since Donald’s last regular girlfriend, now that he had his own apartment, he was hoping his luck would change.
He checked the oil, nearly ready.
Bella is about five feet three inches tall, quite slim, probably because of all the exercise and sport she does. Her face is average but she has a really nice smile, it’s probably her best feature. She wall well endowed on her chest. They are not massive but are quite big and prominent.
“How long are you going to be doing that?”
He tested the oil before shouting “It’s ready now.”
He came out with the warm oil and started on her right leg, slowly massaging her calf. When he got to the tender part she winced.
“That’s the spot. Do it gently at first then dig deeper into the muscle.”
After five minutes she asked him to stop.
“That was good but I think it’s enough for now. Just do the rest of his legs.” She said.
He did the same to her left calf, but this time for about ten minutes.
“How does that feel?” Donald asked.
“Good, but you need to do my thighs as well.” She said.
He removed the towel, her short skirt was only just covering her panties. This was going to be awkward. He started massaging her right leg again, but this time just above the knee. As he slowly moved his hands higher, he realised that in order for him to continue she would have to spread her legs. Should he ask her to move her legs or was she expecting him to push them apart? He stopped, he wasn’t sure what to do. Bella must have realised why he had stopped because she suddenly parted her legs.
“Are they wide enough?” She asked.
He couldn’t speak, his mouth was wide open and he was staring at her white panties. She then wiggled her bottom and opened her legs even more.
He managed to mutter “Yes.”
His dick had now grown several inches and was straining in his trousers. He quickly adjusted it to make it more comfortable. His gaze returned to her bottom, covered by her tight panties. He could see the outline of her pussy. He wasn’t sure but it looked as if she was shaved.
“What are you doing?” She sounded slightly irritated.
“Sorry sis, I was just deciding if I needed to heat the oil up again.”
“There was a quick “No” from her.
As he continued with the massage, he smiled to himself. He was thinking of telling her ‘I was just admiring the shape of your pussy and imagining how good it would be if I could finger you’.
He was now working on her upper thighs, just below the hem of her skirt, about six inches away from her panties. She was giving appreciative moans, particularly when he went deep into the muscle. His dick was throbbing but he was trying to ignore it. He was finding it difficult to concentrate, but fortunaly for him, they were nearly done.
“Finished, did I do a good job?” Donald asked.
“Yes.” Then she said “But I want you to do a bit more. It’s slightly sore higher up on my left side. I think it’s because when I have been running, I had put more strain there to compensate for the problems with his right calf.”
He hesitated, he didn’t feel comfortable massaging any higher. However since it’s what she wanted, he just have to go on with it.
“OK, let me know when he hit the spot.” Donald said.
He started where he had left off, then he slowly moved up.
“Be careful of getting oil on my skirt. It might be better if you lift it up out of the way.”
He was trying to decide how to do that without using his oily hands when she reached behind and did it herself.
Her whole bottom was now clearly visible, just covered by her tight panties.