After rinsing her off, she insisted on helping me wash as well, and of course as gentle a man as I am I didn't refuse.
When her soft hands touched my skin, it tickled in a way that made it hard to endure mentally. She commented on how firm my muscles were, sounding amused by the discovery.
When she reached down my body, her eyes widened slightly, and she asked, "Does it always stand up like this? Is this... an erection?"
"Yeah, it doesn't take much stimulation for it to get hard," I answered, trying to keep my voice steady.
Lilly stared at it with curiosity, her gaze tracing the veins and contours like she was studying something completely new.
"To be honest," she began, "I once saw a boy's thing in class when his pants were pulled down as a prank. But it looked small and kind of cute... nothing like this."
"Well, it's not always this big when I'm not aroused..." I muttered.
Hearing her compare it to something 'cute' made me feel oddly sorry for the boy she mentioned. Poor guy.
After a moment, Lilly's hands wandered lower, reaching my balls. Her movements were a bit clumsy and rough, and I flinched, half-expecting her to squeeze too hard.
"Careful! That part's really sensitive," I warned.
Despite my words, the mixed sensation of pleasure and excitement from her touch made my body react involuntarily.
"They're so soft... and fun to play with!" she giggled.
She seemed completely fascinated by the texture, fondling and gently squeezing before even brushing her face against them. The sensation made me shiver, excitement building in my stomach and dick.
The rest of the bath passed with us chatting about childhood memories, neighbors who had moved away, annoying teachers from elementary school, and silly moments from the past.
It had been a long time since we'd talked like this. Not because we didn't have time, but because we hadn't found the right moment.
Sitting in the bath, sharing these stories, brought back a sense of closeness that I hadn't realized I'd missed. It felt... warm and comforting.
When we finished bathing and stepped out of the bathroom, Mom happened to catch us.
"You two took a bath together?" she asked, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"Yeah," I replied calmly.
Mom's expression softened after a moment, and she simply said, "Just don't waste too much time."
I glanced at the clock. It was already 10:55 PM!
"Bathing is relaxing, so it's normal to take longer," Lilly chimed in as she dried her hair.
"Well, don't waste water," Mom replied, though she didn't seem upset.
Once we returned to the bedroom, I sat down at my desk and opened my workbook, but my thoughts wandered.
Something about this situation felt... strange.
Lilly had always been my amazing little sister even though we were just one year apart in age, but was this kind of interaction really normal?
Mom's reaction was completely unexpected. I thought she was going to scold me, but instead, she didn't even mention it.
It felt... unsettling. Up until now, I believed my orderly behavior had kept me out of trouble, but suddenly, everything seemed out of sync.
Still, there was no point dwelling on it. Instead of overthinking, I decided to focus on the practical steps I needed to take.
Setting my doubts aside, I opened my exam notes and began reviewing them.
Right, tomorrow, I have plans to meet Emily. If my friend reacts the same way, then it'll confirm that something strange is happening to me, even though I'm already sure, but what more one try though.
With that thought, I drifted off to sleep, anticipation filling my mind about what to test on her.
….
Saturday morning arrived. After washing up, I headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. By this time, Lily and Mom had already gone out for their morning exercise.
Just as I finished frying the eggs, Dad walked in through the front door with a newspaper in hand.
"It's looking cloudy outside. If you're heading out later, don't forget to bring an umbrella," he said.
My dad was the picture of an ordinary office worker, polite, clean-cut, and always wearing glasses that made him look a bit smarter than he probably was.
He was a year younger than Step-Mom, and, according to my uncle, their love story started when Step-Mom took the initiative at some social gathering. She apparently offered Dad a martini to calm his nerves, and the rest was history.
My uncle still uses that story to remind me that men need to know how to drink, and once, when I was still in elementary school, he handed me a glass of 58-proof liquor to 'practice.' I genuinely thought I had swallowed poison at the time.
"Are you working today?" I asked, noticing his usual button-up shirt.
Dad flipped open the newspaper and replied, "No, but if I don't dress like this, I'll feel weird going out to buy Lily's birthday gift."
I nodded and decided not to ask more.
Not long after, Lily and Mom returned home. Dad conveniently left for his 'work' trip just as they finished their shower and joined me for breakfast. I quickly mentioned that I'd be heading out and left the house.
….
Today, I had plans to help Emily buy exam prep books.
We agreed to meet at the subway station. When I arrived, there were still five minutes left until the appointed time, but I spotted her right away a familiar ponytailed girl standing near the entrance.
Emily was a year younger than me, still a first-year student. Although we had gone to the same schools growing up, we were never in the same class. Our families lived close to each other, so we'd been friends for over ten years.
Before I could call out to her, I noticed she was fixing her hair in a small mirror, as though she were waiting for a date.
"We could've just met at your place or mine," I said, waving as I walked over.
She glanced up and replied flatly, "I prefer meeting somewhere with air conditioning."