Oh my god, both of them were in the shower washing each other! Moms big d-cup knockers were being lathered up by my brothers hands while mom was doing...the same to his boner. They were having a good time getting clean with each other, so I decided to step inside to see more. "Oh hello honey, your brother hasn't had shower in a couple of days , and this was the only way to get him to take one! Now shut the door if you want to stay in!" mom said. My brother said, "Franky this is fun, you should. She was careful and methodical as she lathered his face and began to work. "Stop grinning or I'm going to knick you," she scolded. He was trying not to, but the look of concentration on her face was making it hard. Finishing her task, she rinsed his face with warm water and rubbed her cheek against his. "Mmmmmmmmm, that's nice," she cooed. As he stepped from the shower intending to drip dry over the pile of clothes on the floor she stopped him with a hand on his arm. Handing him the razor. “Only dreaming about you my love,” he smiled kissing and hugging her tightly. She shrieked as he lifted her tiny frame off the floor and hugged her tight, “I love you!” He exclaimed brightly.“I love you too,” she replied wrinkling her brow at his sudden, though often show of affection. Brad still couldn’t believe his good fortune to be loved by such an incredibly smart and beautiful young woman.She looked stunningly beautiful wearing a white mini skirt and a light blue tank top that scooped a. Both of us erupted into laughter. Once we calmed down I offered him a pair of my shorts if he wanted to change, as well as offered to wash what he on. he accepted and off to my room I went. I brought back a pair of basketball shorts because I figured he would be free balling since his underwear were most likely soaked as well. He took them and went off to the bathroom to change.He returned and had his wet shorts in his hand. I asked if he would like to wash them and he said no, just needed a.