Chapter 95: Can We... Stay?

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Chapter 95: Can We... Stay? Meanwhile back in Ethan’s bedroom. Inside the bathroom, the warm mist filled the bathroom quickly. Ethan stood under the steaming water, letting it wash away the day’s weight. His muscles loosened slowly, the heat working its way through the leftover tension that even the Vault hadn’t managed to squeeze out. He didn’t hear the door ease open behind him. Didn’t notice the two shadows slipping inside. Evelyn paused just past the door, clutching the hem of her shirt tightly in her hands. Her heart was beating way too fast. "Everly," she whispered, almost pleading, "are you sure this is okay? I... I don’t want him to think we’re... You know... desperate or something." Everly gave her a small smirk and gently bumped her sister’s shoulder. "Shh," she whispered back. "If we wait around being shy, someone else will grab him first." Evelyn flushed deeper but nodded slowly, swallowing her nerves. They both moved quickly after that. Soft fingers undid buttons. Fabric slipped off warm, trembling skin. In the golden misty light, their figures were revealed — soft, curvy, every shy breath causing small trembles through their bare bodies. Their clothes were neatly placed to the side, forgotten. Together, the twins stepped quietly toward the glass shower door. Inside, Ethan hadn’t noticed a thing. He stood under the spray, his head bowed slightly, water running down his toned back, and his shoulders moving as he lazily washed his hair. The sight made Everly’s breath catch in her throat. He looked strong. Not the flashy kind of strong. The quiet, real kind. The kind you could lean against without a second thought. She grabbed Evelyn’s hand briefly—steadying both of them—before they slid the glass door open just a crack. Bare feet touched the warm tile. One step. Two. Three. They were right behind him now. Completely unaware. Evelyn hesitated, clutching her hands over her chest, but Everly was already moving. She placed her palm gently against the glass. Then she slid it open, just enough to slip inside. Evelyn followed a heartbeat later. The warm mist curled around them, wrapping them in a cocoon of heat and water. Ethan was standing under the stream, head tilted back, lost in the moment. He didn’t hear them until two pairs of arms wrapped around him from behind. He stiffened slightly, startled, then relaxed when he felt who it was. Soft bodies pressed against his back, warmth sinking into his skin even through the rush of the water. He glanced over his shoulder. "...You two," he said, voice rough from the steam. Everly giggled softly against his back. "Us," she whispered. Evelyn pressed her forehead gently against his shoulder blade, her breath warm against his skin. "We just... didn’t want you to be alone," she said quietly. Ethan exhaled slowly, feeling something deep in his chest loosen. He turned slightly, enough to see them more clearly. Both of them stood there, water sliding over their glowing skin, hair damp and clinging to their curves. Their bodies were pressed close, soft, inviting, real. And their eyes... Full of love. Full of need. He raised a hand and brushed a strand of wet hair away from Evelyn’s face. She leaned into his touch without thinking. Everly reached up too, her fingers brushing along his side, her touch feather-light. "Can we... stay?" she whispered. Ethan smiled. "Always." Their smiles bloomed, shy but radiant. Gently, he shifted his body, turning until they were wrapped up in his arms instead, the hot water falling around all three of them. His gaze dropped, taking in their flushed, perfect bodies. Their curves, their breasts, the tiny shivers running down their thighs. He let his palms drift, feeling the warmth, the smoothness. His thumb brushed their nipples. They shuddered and whimpered, a flush rising quickly through their skin. He pulled them closer. A little more pressure. His hands moved slowly, exploring, caressing. Every inch. Every curve. Worshipping. His mouth followed, trailing kisses along their necks, their collarbones, their shoulders. Their moans echoed faintly against the shower walls, mixing with the gentle hiss of the water. It didn’t take long for his body to react, his dick pressing against Everly’s hips. She didn’t say anything, just pressed herself closer, grinding gently, her breaths coming quick and shallow. Evelyn’s lips were parted, her face flushed, her chest heaving. He ran a thumb across her cheek. Her gaze was dazed. Dripping. She nuzzled his palm, kissing the calluses, her eyelids fluttering shut. Then, suddenly, Everly reached between their bodies. She stroked his shaft slowly, her fingers firm and sure. The touch sent a shock through his entire body, the heat and the friction almost unbearable. His grip tightened, pulling her close, their chests pressed tight, her breasts pillowed against his pecs. Her nipples rubbed against his skin. A shudder rolled through her, making her knees weak. Ethan felt her trembling, heard her whimpers. He held her tighter. Pulled her closer. Slid his palm down her stomach, her navel, the thin strip of trimmed hair between her thighs. And lower. "Oh," Everly breathed, her eyes wide. Ethan didn’t stop. His hand moved slowly, his palm rubbing, massaging. Pressing. Sending heat and pressure and pleasure rushing through her in a wave. Her hips arched forward, a whimper catching in her throat. The feeling was unlike anything she had felt before, the sensation of his thick, hard cock against her hip combined with the intense, teasing pressure of his hand making her thoughts melt. Ethan’s other arm slid around Evelyn, holding her close, keeping her safe, giving her comfort. He moved his fingers carefully, testing, exploring. Finding the rhythm, the angles, the places that made them gasp and tremble and whimper. He stroked, caressed, rubbed, teased, his touches sending heat rushing through their bodies, their breaths quick and shallow, their cheeks burning, their minds melting. The hot water was like silk, coating their bodies, running in streams and rivers, dripping and trickling and gliding. Everly was trembling, her nails digging into his skin. Evelyn pressed her forehead against his shoulder, her body shaking. Their legs were weak, their thighs quivering. But the pleasure wasn’t the only thing overwhelming them.

Chapter 95: Can We... Stay?

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