When I was 14 and just getting into puberty, I got the worst case of poinon ivy all over my hands. There were huge blisters between my fingers, and my hands were useless; not to mention how miserable I felt. Poinon ivy take 2 weeks to go away, and there was no way a 14 yo boy was going to go 2 weeks without a bath, in the summer.
One night while watching TV, my mom told my 17 yo sister to go up stairs and run a bath for me. I was feeling so miserable, it didn't register in my brain. Well, after a bit, my sister calls me to come up to the bathroom. I looked at my mom, and her look back said that I better get moving. She did say, "You'll feel alot better Robby. I told Donna to put salt in the water. It'll help dry up the blisters."
I went into the bathroom, somewhat timidly. My sister said, "Relax big guy. This is nothin', and you will feel a lot better."
I came in and stood there looking at the tub fill of water.
"Put your hands up Robby."
I did, and carefully my sister pulled my t-shirt up and over my head, being extremely careful when slipping it over my hands. I liked the way she seemed to understand how awful this was.
In a moment she was unbuttoning my jeans and my fly zipper down. My pants slipped down my legs, and I stepped out. I know my face was getting bright red with embarrassment, as my early pubery weiner was making a small bump under my fruit of the looms.
Without missins a beat, her fingers were on the waist band and she just pulled down my underware like it was something she did a thousand times. And there I stood, stark naked infront of my sister. And as natural as can be, I was beginning to get an erection quickly.
My sister couldn't help but see it, and she ushered me into the tub of water, with her hand under my arm. She helped me get sittin in the perfectly warm water.
"Get your hands into the water, and just lay here and soak. It will feel better. I'll be back in a little while."
I layed back in the water, that really did feel good, and now my full erection was sticking out of the water. It was OK now, as she had left, the door still wide open however. My weiner wasn't near full size yet, but I certainly wasn't a little boy anymore. I wondered how I was going to hide it when Donna came back?
And she did come back in about 5 minutes. "Feeling any better big guy?"
"Yea." I said. My erection had mostly gone down and I was feeling better.
"Well that's good, now let's get you clean and smelling more acceptable."
With that she started to shampoo my hair, soap my back shoulders, and chest. My erection was back in full form. I pulled my knees up to hide it. She rinsed off the soap from my uppper body, and lickity-split, she was soaping my legs, and in an instant, her hands were between my theighs, which I was squeezing together and tightly as I could.
"Robby, relax." she said. "I'll be done in a moment, but we have to wash down here."
With that her slippery hands were on my weiner. Her other hand pulling my kneews apart.
"Oh!" she she murmured softly as she felt the hardness of my erection. "Relax. It's perfectly normal. In fact, if you didn't have a stiffy, I'd be concerned about you. But you are a real normal boy." And her soapy hand slid all about my genitals - just long enough to wash - nothing more. But it felt fantastic, and I wished it could have lasted forever. I had forgotten all about my poison ivy.
After that, getting out of the tub and gettin dried off was equally fantastic for me. For her, it was nothing more than giving her poison ivy brother a bath.
I felt better.
I got a bath each might for the next week or so. For me, each one got better and better. For my sister, I think she was going to be so glad when my poinson ivy was gone.
That's my only experience with getting a bath from my older sister. Would I have like it on a regular basis? ABSOLUTELY!
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