Incest Seduction/Continue the back rub

"Er, that's okay. I mean, it's not like this is a serious back rub, is it?"

You can see her expression blank a little. "What do you mean?"

"I dunno," you shrug. "I'm just not that great at this. I'm no masseuse."

Kim pushes her way up out of your lap and tugs her shirt down. You're already filled with regret.

"Yeah, you're right. You could be doing a lot better. Come on!"

Kimberly grabs your hand and guides you off of the couch. You follow silently as your young sister pulls you along behind her. Up the stairs and down the hall you soon find yourself standing in Kim's bedroom. It used to be yours before you moved to your dorm. Naturally you had the largest room, being the oldest, but Kim had called dibs before you were even accepted to college. Your stuff was moved into her room since you still stay over from time to time. She's made this bedroom much more colorful with plenty of pastels and bright fabrics, although it's just as spacious as before.

"It looks like a cartoon character threw up on your bed," you comment, observing her offensively bright pillows.

Kim closes the door then walks right up to you only to hit you in the stomach. It's not the first time she's done that, but she still catches you off guard from time to time. She's already walking away before you're done over-reacting to her punch.

"Don't go anywhere!" she says before ducking inside her closet.

"No problem there," you mutter to yourself. She clearly brought you here for a reason, and the chub in your pants is as curious as you are as to what this is about. Of course you have a few ideas...

Only a few seconds pass by when the closet opens again. You look up to see your youngest sister wearing... less.

She refuses to match your gaze as she steps out. She has a towel wrapped around her body, and there's no indication that there is anything beneath it.

"Bring that over here," she orders softly. You follow her eyes down to a padded bench at the foot of her bed. Obediently you carry it over to her.

"I can give you a minute..." you trail off, setting the bench down.

"I want you to give me several minutes, at least!" she quips back, already straddling the bench. "Don't tease me anymore. I want a REAL massage."

Facing away from you, she opens the front of her towel then leans forward. She lowers her upper body onto one half of the bench before lifting her legs up onto the other half. Her legs hang off of the bench from her knees down, but they have to since her head is only barely on the opposite edge. She's lucky she's short as she wouldn't fit even as poorly as she does otherwise. Still, she makes do, locking her ankles together in the air. Kim fluffs the edges of the towel to make sure they are draped down on either side of the bench before she tucks her arms under her head.

This is all more 'professional' than the couch and much more stimulating. You feel a little flustered.

"Alright, well... where should I start?"

"Wherever you want. You are the masseuse..."

Might as well pick up where you left off. Start with her shoulders.

If you're committed you might as well try your hardest. Massage her feet first.