An Incest Birthday Chapter 28 - Sex Stories

An Incest Birthday Chapter 28

... wasn’t up there, neither were my soaking wet clothes, she didn’t waste any time getting back to the laundry. I went back to the bathroom and threw a bar of soap in it, I was pretty much spotless so I didn’t need any more body wash. I threw a handful of that Epsom salt stuff in the water, but not the bubble bath, if I was gonna sit in the tub by myself there will be not one bubble in it, unless it came from the bar of soap. While the tub was filling up I went back to the room and grabbed my phone and my laptop and sat it on the toilet so I could watch a movie while I soaked. I got in the tub and sat down and to my surprise, the water felt really good, tingly like. I didn’t know if it was the salt, or the water temperature, or the fact that I haven’t took a bath by myself in over a decade, but I was almost instantly relaxed. My laptop came with a little remote so I turned on Happy Gilmore (not the ideal bathtaking movie but I’m a guy, sue me) and lay back in the tub. If I had a cupcake and a beer this would be the manliest bath ever. This doesn’t even come close to the kind of bath Rita usually takes, there’s always a tub full of bubbles, some music playing, the lights are out and candles are burning, and this is every time she takes a bath, looking at the scene I was in I can see why she wanted no part of my man bath. I turned my attention back to the movie and jumped halfway through it up to all the good parts before the door slowly opened and Rita came in with a towel ...

... around her. “Did you yell something downstairs? What happened to you taking a shower?” “That’s what I was yelling, I switched from a shower to a bath.” “Where’s the bubbles? It’s not a bath unless there’s bubbles in it.” “It’s a man bath, I don’t need bubbles, I put some salt in it, that should be good enough.” “Whatever, with your boring bath, and Happy Gilmore? Really?” “Like I said, man bath, what you’d expect me to be watching, The Notebook?” “Ummm yeah! You take your little boring bath, I’m gonna go to mom and dad’s tub and take a real bath, with bubbles, and candles, and Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams!” “You know you wanna get in, come on, there’s room for one more…” “You enjoy your plain bath, probably smells like fish anyway,” she laughed as she left the room. I laughed to myself as I replayed the image of me falling in the water over in my head, now that I was clean I can laugh about it, that is until I see the clip on YouTube. I got out of the tub, trying not to drip water everywhere as I grabbed that back pillow thing for the tub, and thought about pouring bubbles in, but decided against it, not after I made that big show about my man bath. I went back to watching the movie when Rita came back into the bathroom, still wearing the towel, but this time she had a plate with the food from the restaurant from earlier. “What happened to you not wanting to be in my boring bath?” I teased. “I guess I can put up with it once or twice, seeing as taking a bath was your idea ...