"Ahhhhh!" Teresa cried, her slim hips moving in jerky circles now as she rubbed her pussy against the teasing, rubbing friction of her fingertips. "Ohhhhhhhh… my God… SOOOO good!" Jane could hardly believe the look of ecstasy on her sister's face. Where a few seconds before she'd been grimacing as if in agony, now she looked relaxed, relieved, happy. She let her head loll back half in the water. Her toes had been fanned out against the end of the tub but now Jane watched them relax and close. She moved quietly to the door, opened and shut it again so that Terry would think she'd just re-entered the bathroom.

"Aren't you out of that tub yet?" she asked.

"In a minute," Terry replied, her voice husky with passion. There was more splashing as the slim girl moved around. Then she pushed back the curtain and stepped from the tub. Her flushed cheeks made Jane glance at her sparsely furred cunt. It was flushed-looking too and swollen slightly. Terry seemed to notice the way Jane was looking at her, and wrapped a towel around her hips.

"Take your bath now," she said. "You were in such a damned hurry."

Jane ran her a fresh tub of water, stripped her panties and jumped in. She was trying to think of something else… something to take her mind off the things she'd just witnessed. But the hot water against her cunt made her breath fast. She lathered her hands thoroughly and smoothed the suds over her breasts. Usually she never thought anything about doing that, but now her brown nipples were swollen and the slick friction made her shiver. She worked the lather around until it almost hid one nubbin. Then she pinched it with her slickened ringers.

"Ohhh… why did I do that?" she gasped, ashamed. She blushed. It was almost as if there were someone in the room watching her excite herself. As a child she'd always wondered if God could see through the walls to watch her pee. She felt that now that he might be observing her thickly lathered breasts and the way she kept rubbing her palms back and forth over the rigid nipples.