Bath with the Sisters
He protested,
"But I..."
"Not to worry," Auntie Gwyneira corrected him, "undressing in front of a mother is like undressing in front of a doctor or a tailor fitting you for a new suit; there's simply nothing I haven't seen."
Still, Jasper protested with, "But I..." However, a stern, resolute voice shot from the next room.
"JASPER BLATHERWICK! Do as your aunt tells you."
It was Mother sounding quite cross (she'd called his full name too and not Jasper); bloody serious this was! Odd thing though: had he heard her sloshing about in the tub? No, that couldn't be; he was the one who should be taking the bath, correct? He stepped out of his things as Auntie gathered them up in her arms.
He was now naked as of his day of arrival on this earth. He was a bit perplexed as well by what was occurring, so he decided to step off smartly alongside Auntie and get this silly lesson in hygienics (or whatever it bloody-well was) out of the way in the hopes he could get out quickly.
Anyhow, he stepped through the doorway to the bath, and his mouth immediately fell open.
In the bath, sat mother, it was clear she wasn't preparing the water for him. She was most definitely enjoying the tub's contents, and she beckoned for him to join her.
Jasper was struck by a bolt of shock and uncertainty as to what this was all about. He looked first to Mother and then to Auntie Gwyneira, not understanding exactly what he should do next.
Mother continued patiently to beckon with her finger as Auntie nodded, saying softly and calmly,
"Go on, Jasper, it's alright. It's time."
Jasper tossed a leg over the rim of the clawfoot slipper tub and stepped in. The bath was large—larger than normal, but then again, it had to be. It had all the markings of Jasper's father, (so to speak).
The modern clawfoot bath epitomized Western civilization in gleaming self-indulgence and mastery over nature, seeing it as proof that the Empire had a right to its supremacy.
Theodore's fascination with his housing, combined with his wealth, meant that he saw fit to spare no expense in furnishing his house with the latest in bath accommodations, and nothing was too opulent for him. In fact, he went so far as to have all the main bedrooms and guestrooms in his mansion outfitted with oversized clawfoot tubs.
Actually, to say "oversized," it might be putting it somewhat mildly. It was somewhat unconfirmed, but back then there were whispers at the time eluding to the fact that the large tubs with their garish gold trim could hold Theodore, two bottles of champagne, three ladies of normal proportions (four providing corsets were tight enough), and a floating box of cigars!
Yes, he did everything in his bath...and everyone, apparently!
As she tilted her head and looked at her son's nudity, she might even be getting the ole' canal widened a bit, judging by the look of things. Oh, how exciting it was to her; she simply loved being with him now.
Jasper now stood in the steamy warmth, halfway to his knees. As bathtubs went, it was most certainly spacious—much bigger than the one in the hallway loo. He felt small and vulnerable.
He had remembered as a very young lad bathing in this enormous monstrosity (and he thought rather on the big side of things then). Standing there now, he noticed that it hadn't changed at all in that respect, for it was simply enormous. He guessed it was large enough for him and at least five more people as he crouched to sit down (only to be corrected by his Auntie),
Jasper was feeling rather embarrassed, he didn't want to upset them and just leave here, and he couldn't exactly act in his carefree manner. During his time in training, he had his share of girls and knew very well about the matters of man and woman.
On one side, this all felt new to him. His aunt and mother were staring at his tall, muscular physique, his chiseled arms, and his scars on his back and shoulder, a stark contrast to the innocent boy they remembered. Jasper could sense their concern and curiosity, wondering how much he had changed during his time away.
Gwyneira nodded with her head to her sister. Aurelia demonstrated by sinking a hand down under her belly to rub and vex her furry pink sex, not three feet away with her arse high off the water. She moaned and screwed her eyes shut in a ludicrous masturbatory pantomime, running her tongue across her lips and gasping.
"Ooooh, yes, just like that! Ooh, just like that, please!"
Jasper's eyes widened in full surprise as he saw her. He had no idea what was happening or why they suddenly started to behave like this.
It was Gwyneira's suggestion to go on with this plan. When Aurelia talked about Jasper and him being too distant from her, she just suggested going about this way, and it was an effective way to get closer to him.
However, if news of such things transpired in society, it would become disastrous. Neither Gwyneira nor Aurelia cared too much about society, and Jasper was much more important for them.