Momo clutched my arm.
"Momo doesn't run. Momo likes to walk next to Master."
Sonja grabbed my other arm.
"Then I'll walk with me Master too!"
"You girls are just too much."….
...….
"Shower time, girls,"
I said as we returned home, stepping through the front door.
For Momo, this was routine.
After a hot and sweaty day, followed by being sprayed with bug repellent, she would have hopped in the shower without me telling her.
Now that Sonja had become a person, she had to do the same.
Her ears dropped at the prospect.
"Aw, I hate showers."
"Don't worry, it won't be that bad. Momo will go first, then I'll go in with you and show you how it's done."
Hearing that, Momo grabbed Sonja and pushed her towards the bathroom.
"Momo will show her how it's done. Master doesn't need to do it."
In the bathroom, Momo turned on the water and waited for it to get hot before pulling Sonja in.
Unable to resist, I pulled away the shower curtain, putting them on display while I sat down on the toilet sit to watch.
Yeah, I know I'm a scumbag, but there's no way I was going to miss this.
"Master?"
Momo asked.
"Oh, uh, just making sure you don't forget to teach her anything."
Sonja scrunched up when the water first touched her, just like she would as a dog, but became much more relaxed the longer it poured on her.
Maybe it was because they were still animals at heart, but she was taking it much better than Momo had when I first washed her.
"So first, you're going to shampoo your hair. You don't want to do it every time you shower because that will damage it. Just every three days."
Following my directions, Momo poured some shampoo onto her palm and then started rubbing it into Sonja's scalp.
The blonde beauty smiled and wagged her tail, relishing the feeling of someone playing with her hair and massaging her ears.
I remember Momo reacting in the same way when I first bathed her.
"Now you'll let that sit for a couple minutes. Momo, soap her down, and don't forget to get yourself."
Sonja stepped out of the water and Momo retrieved the bar of soap.
Working diligently, she scrubbed the two of them down, leaving their bodies coated in a white film. I watched her with aroused focus, focusing on the bar of soap as it moved across their skin.
I directed most of my intention when Momo soaped up her breasts, her pert cupcakes with gumdrop nipples, then Sonja's, the two soft bowling balls on her chest, the nipples soft and smooth under the hot spray.
Just watching those balloons shift and flatten with the presses of the soap was enough to drive me nuts….