Oswin sat dripping on the low wooden stool, his was skin still warm from the herbal water, and his cock still stubbornly hard and pointing upward like it refused to accept that the bath was "just a bath." Every shallow breath made it twitch faintly in the humid air of the hut.
Lira stood in front of him, her hands firmly on her wide hips, looking down with that same soft, amused smile—like she was watching a puppy try to figure out a new toy.
"You're still tense, nephew," she observed, tilting her head. "And Auntie can't have that. Turnabout is fair play, don't you think?"
Before he could ask what she meant, she reached behind her back with both hands. The wide leather band that barely contained her breasts loosened with a soft tug. It fell away, landing on the packed-earth floor with a quiet thump.
Oswin's brain flatlined.
Her breasts spilled free—heavy, full, bronze-skinned, with dark nipples already pebbled from the warm air. They swayed gently as she moved, the motion felt hypnotic that Oswin found it hard to look away. Below, she untied the knot at her hip and let the short fur skirt slide down her thick thighs to pool at her feet.
She stood completely naked now, confident and unhurried, every generous curve on display. A faint sheen of sweat (or maybe leftover steam) glistened between her breasts and along the soft swell of her belly. Between her legs, dark curls framed smooth, inviting skin.
Oswin stared. Openly and shamelessly. His mouth had gone desert-dry.
Lira chuckled low in her throat.
"Eyes up here… mostly," she teased, then turned slowly, presenting her back to him. Long silver-streaked hair cascaded down her spine, stopping just above the generous curve of her ass. "Now it's your turn to wash Auntie. Fair's fair."
She handed him the still-warm, dripping cloth over her shoulder without looking back.
Oswin took it with trembling fingers. His erection throbbed painfully at the sight of her—broad back, narrow waist flaring into wide hips, with her ass so round and plush it begged to be grabbed.
'This is happening. This is actually happening. Don't fuck it up, don't fuck it up—'
He rose on unsteady legs and stepped closer. The heat of her body hit him like a wave. He started at her shoulders which seemed like a safe territory, wiping slow circles with the cloth, letting warm water trickle down her skin in little rivers. She sighed softly, a contented sound that went straight to his groin.
"Lower," she murmured.
He obeyed.
The cloth glided down the center of her back, tracing the gentle dip of her spine. When he reached the small of her back, she arched slightly—pushing her ass back toward him just enough that the cheeks brushed the tip of his cock.
Oswin jolted. A bead of pre-cum welled at the slit and dripped onto the floor.
Lira didn't comment. She just hummed approvingly.
"Lower still, sweet boy. Auntie likes to be thorough."
His hands shook as he dragged the cloth over the upper swell of her ass. The fur was soft under his palms, the flesh beneath was firm yet yielding. He squeezed gently at first, testing the limit, then a little firmer when she didn't pull away.
Another soft sigh from her. Her tailbone flexed as she pushed back again, deliberately pressing her ass cheeks around the length of his shaft for one heart-stopping second.
Oswin bit his lip hard enough to taste blood.
He moved the cloth between her cheeks now, careful. She parted her legs a fraction wider, giving him better access. The cloth brushed the sensitive skin behind her balls—wait, no, she was all woman, smooth and warm and already slick with more than just bathwater.
He could smell her now—musky, aroused and intoxicating.
"Very good," she praised, with her voice sounding a bit husky. "Such a quick learner."
She reached back suddenly, catching one of his wrists. Guided his free hand around her hip to rest low on her belly, just above the dark curls.
"Hold me steady," she whispered. "While you finish."
Oswin's palm flattened against the soft give of her stomach. His fingers splayed instinctively, feeling the warmth, the faint stretch marks that only made her more real and more perfect.
He kept washing in slow strokes along the crease where thigh met ass, then daringly lower, letting the cloth glide along her outer lips without quite pressing in. She shivered once, with her thighs tensing.
Then somehow mercifully and cruelly, she straightened.
"That's enough for now," she said, turning to face him again.
Her nipples were harder than before. A faint flush colored her cheeks and chest. Between her legs, her folds glistened unmistakably.
She looked down at his hard cock, which was veined, leaking steadily now—and licked her lips once.
"You did well," she murmured. "Very well."
She stepped close enough that her breasts brushed his chest, nipples dragging against his skin like points of fire.
"But lessons aren't over." Her hand hovered just above his shaft—close enough he could feel the warmth of her palm, but not touching. "We still have to dry off… and then Auntie will show you what happens when a boy earns his reward."
She leaned in, lips brushing his ear.
"Unless you'd rather stop here and go help your mother with the evening meal?"
Oswin's voice came out wrecked.
"…Don't you dare."
Lira laughed—soft, triumphant—and finally wrapped her fingers loosely around his length.
Just holding. Not stroking. Yet.
"Then be a good boy," she whispered, "and let Auntie take her time."