World of Women - World of Women - V3 - Chapter 7.5

This was commissioned as a continuation of last chapter.

“Wh-wh-what do you mean, a sponge bath!” Kemala cried,
backing away.

“Now, Kemala, you smell, naturally, we must fix this!”

“So, you noticed!” Kemala sniffed herself as tears formed in
her eyes before muttering. “And you sniffed me so closely…”

“So, we’re in agreement. I have the wash basin right here.”

Actually, this was probably to wash my hands after getting
my hands bloody, but I wasn’t above repurposing it. The water was pleasantly
heated and there was a sponge and soap available. I had been under a great deal
of stress lately, and being able to enjoy some sister bonding would help me
feel a bit better.

“No, no, no… wait… Brother, you shouldn’t dirty your hands!”
Kemala still tried to back up. “I can clean myself just fine.”

“Nonsense! Get over here and let your brother enjo- cough…
take care of his sister some more. You have had a rough time because of your
brother and I must make it up to you.”

Kemala still looked like she wanted to resist, and the
expression on my face grew a little irate. She was willing to die because I
wanted it, but suddenly when it came to being cleaned, she got really resistant.
Considering what I knew and suspected about my former host, I was reaffirmed of
something. I didn’t understand women at all! It didn’t matter what world I
lived in, women were still an enigma. Kemala saw my expression and the blood
drained from her face. She lowered her head and then came over to me
obediently.

“Hmm… if I recall, you peed yourself earlier.” I frowned,
scratching my chin.

“Ah!” Kemala’s brown skin burst into red. “That’s not… I
mean… they dumped water on me before bringing me up… so… you see…”

“Well, all these dirty clothes must come off.” I reached out
and grabbed her raggedy shorts and pulled.

“Ah, brother! No!” She grabbed the top, but because the
material was so weak, it ended up ripping in half. “Ah! It’s tearing!”

“I’m going to throw them all out anyway, so this is faster.”
I gleam shown in my eyes as I reach out and tore open her shirt.

“Aiii!” Kemala cried out, trying to defend herself.

However, who was I if not Clyburn. I lived two lives and had
spent the last in a mansion full of beautiful woman. I especially had to fend
off the advances of the mischievous Hannah. If I wasn’t quick with my hands, I
could very easily be overwhelmed by them. To a young naïve girl like Kemala, I
might have had a dozen hands.

Rip! Tear! I had to strip my dear sister in pieces, and with
each one, she let out a scream. She was blushing ferociously, and as more dirty
strips fell to the floor, it was becoming harder and harder to show any
modesty.

“Hehe… I like a sister who’s cute like this!”

Kemala shot me a tearful look. “I didn’t know brother was such
a monster!”

“A monster, is it?” My eyes flashed darkly, once again causing
the girl’s face to go white.

With my playful smile and nonaggressive ways of torturing
her, Kemala began to feel a new kind of dread, it seemed. She kept allowing her
inner personality to shine. She was a proud, honest girl. She had remained the
quiet perfect wife she was trained to be for her entire life, but after a few minutes
of my advances, she had already slipped twice, completely abandoning her obedient
persona. A perfectly obedient sister wasn’t a fun sister.

I regretted a bit that both of my sisters were older. Hannah had some cuteness to her as the younger sister, but at the end of the day, she was still officially my older sister and felt like she had to take care of me rather than the other way around. That’s why I found Charlie such a breath of fresh air. She felt a bit like the little sister I never was allowed to have. Or perhaps, she was more in preparation for the daughters I would one day have. In that case, Kemala was a true younger sister and one who needed a brother who loved her. Thus, I was willing to take on that cause.

Pulling out the wet sponge, I squeezed it out on her head. As water and dirt ran down her face and body, she gave a pouty look.

“You’ll make the floor dirty!”

Considering they casually murdered people and just discarded
the carpets, I didn’t really care too much about the dirtiness of the floor. In
fact, I’d rather my floors covered in my sister’s dirty water rather than
covered in blood. As I thought these words, I dumped the sponge back into the
water and began to attack my sister with the brush. She screamed and protested,
but there was very little she could do as I splashed water all over her.

As the dirt left her body, I grew more and more determined to wash every part of her. I had completely forgotten I was in a bedroom, not a bath, and thus puddles of water formed everywhere as I dumped more and more of the water on her. She protested at first, squirming with every streak, but eventually, she couldn’t do anything but give up. I had gotten all but the certain select area that shouldn’t be touched on a girl. I still had some water left. The girl herself was sitting in front of me, shivering in the cold.

“Stand up!” I ordered.

Kemala obeyed, moving into a standing position. Her light
brown behind was only a few inches from me. I resisted the urge to reach out a
grab it. She really did have a cute bottom. I swallowed once.

“Now, turn around!”

Kemala stopped for a second but eventually obeyed. She was
now facing me. She still had a few streaks of dirt. It was nearly impossible to
clean her completely with just a sponge bath. Plus, this wasn’t even a sponge
bath. It was closer to a hand wash. But at the very least, she smelled like
soapy water instead of filth, and I could see her skin rather than a thin layer
of dirt. Her skin was light brown like her mothers. Her lips were red. Her eyes
were actually a dark purple I could see now that the light was better. She had
dark brown hair which ran down her back almost to the crack of her butt.

Her breasts were modest, only about a size B. She was just a
bit larger than Madison. They were also brown, with very dark brown nipples.
Her skin looked smooth and youthful, and she showed little signs of abuse. I
was glad to see she wasn’t scared or abused by my former self. In fact, if
anything, she looked perfect. The perfect bride, that was how her mother
described her.

I reached out and touched her boob. Kemala squeaked, but she
didn’t pull back. I gave it a gentle squeeze. Then, a smile formed on my lips
and I lunged forward with the sponge.

“Aiii!” She let out another cry as I squirted soapy water on
her breasts.

Without stopping, I grabbed her chest with both hands. She
had turned to deflect my lunge, but I managed to get a hold of them. Squeezing
and rubbing water all over them, my little sister also felt quite good.

“Br-brother… not there…” Kemala said.

“Eh? Then how about here!” I dumped the sponge back in the
water and this time my hand went right between her legs.

“Ahhhh!” Kemala cried out.

However, no matter how much she struggled, I made sure to scrub her there. It wasn’t anything perverted, even though her pink pussy was quite alluring and tight looking. No… I just didn’t want my cute little sister getting some kind of infection. Making sure her butt, boobs and groin was finally clean, both of us collapsed on the bed. My clothing was soaked, but I had finally got Kemala up to standards.

She was panting as well, a shakey hopeless expression on her face. I rolled over and grabbed her, pulling her into a tight embrace from behind. She panicked once again, but I held her tightly and didn’t let her go. Eventually, the warmth of my body came through to her, and she stopped shivering. She finally wrapped her arms around mine and tightened them.

Leaning forward, I whispered gently into her ear. “I will
take care of you. I swear it.”

Kemala’s body shook, but she otherwise didn’t resist. We lay like that for some time. Somehow, I felt like if I had her with me, I could make it through what came next. I didn’t know why I had the feeling, but I clung on to it, and her, anyway. I eventually poked my head out the door and asked for some clean garments, and Kemala put them on, a strange expression on her face whenever she glanced at me.

“What is it?” I asked.

Kemala blushed and looked away. Not letting her say nothing,
I walked forward and put my arms around her.

“Please. Tell me.”

“Brother… isn’t what I expected.” Kemala finally spoke.

“What did you expect?” I asked.

“Harsh. Violent. Hateful.” Kemala spoke honestly.

“Well… instead, you ended up with me.” I said gently, kissing
the side of her head.

“Mm… a pervert.” Kemala replied.

My expression sank. “It seems like I haven’t tortured sister
enough.”

Kemala spun around. “Eh? B-b-brother… joke… it was a joke…”

“It… appears I have been too lenient with my sister…”

“N-no… please… I didn’t mean it…”

“Now… it is time… I bring out my tools!”

“Wait… isn’t that one of the maid’s feather dusters?” Kemala
asked in confusion.

“So, it is… so it is…” I responded darkly.

Round 2 began. Kemala was tied up and her feet were attacked until she ended up peeing the bed. By the time we finished up, her eyes were a bit hollow. Perhaps I took it too far. I could only sigh. It seemed like the path of fear was the only path I could take.