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The sides of her face tingle from the heat, the steam, and the delightful pressure from his fingertips. She bites her lip to keep from voicing the pleased sound that wants to slip out of her throat.

"A-alright. Umm," Paloma turns, back to Hyde and shivering despite not being very cold at all. Her line of sight lands on Jekyll and his soap, giving her a chance to do something with her hands. They light on his arm.

"Henry, let me?" Strange. She sounds... strange.

"--Huh?" Didn't they just talk about his nervousness!! Isn't he here to keep things clean?! Meanwhile Hyde watches with a big old grin, because that's exactly what he wants, play right into his hands.

Okay, see, that's fair, but consider: if Paloma's hands aren't busy they are at risk of wandering in Edward's general direction. They're already twitching again.

"I can get your back, is all," she mumbles. Her eyes flutter shut.

"Oh, alright, thank you." In that case, it's safe to hand the soap over and turn around for her. Should he bend down a bit to help her? He's a little tall...

At that her eyes re-open and she exhales her relief, using the chance to step forward closer to Jekyll's bent back and further from Hyde's feelers. The air on her butt seems very temporary, like the next moment could bring an erection along.

"Any... time."

Jekyll's skin is smooth even without the water running down it. The absence of Hyde's muscle tone isn't a negative as he might perhaps imagine it is, and for a few seconds her palm resting in the middle of his spine goes nowhere. The shift to doing any actual washing is gradual and reluctant.

She has such good instinct. He gives her a few brief moments before stepping forward to feel her hips and press his against her ass. He might not be fully erect yet, but that means she has the wonderful opportunity to feel it grow with the help of friction between her ass cheeks. How nice.

Some innate survival skill keeps her from barking in alarm, even though at worst she'd expected the tip to nudge a buttcheek. This slow slide of dick up the rivulets of hot water collected in the cleft of her ass is, well, unprecedented.

She's never felt a boy get hard before, let alone on her body. Her knees weaken to jelly and she only just summons the nerve to knead suds over Jekyll's shoulders.

"Umm, I can... wash your hair. Henry?" She whispers it.

"Should I kneel?" He laughs, and starts turning around to look at her (it's polite to look at people while you speak to them).

Paloma doesn't STOP him. Instead she freaks out on Hyde, dragging his fingers back up to her hair just in time for Jekyll to turn and see her hands fluttering around his.

But his cock goes nowhere. It lays on her tailbone like a rigid caterpillar, and she has to smile anxiously and distract from Hyde's nearness. "Maybe...! Don't slip and-- close your eyes!"

Please.

Closing his eyes is reasonable, wouldn't want to get shampoo in them. So he sits on his knees and closes his eyes and remains oblivious to his brother. His brother who takes the opportunity to run himself against Paloma all the more, against her thighs slick from the shower, once she's bent over.

What's less believable, Hyde's cock squeezing between her thighs or Paloma letting him run amok while she shampoos his trusting brother?

She takes a long, deep breath and shoves him out from under there. Enough, she mouths furiously. For good measure she exaggerates a clear 'NO', plopping her butt onto the tiles with Jekyll. See him sneak it in now.

W o w. Fine. He'll jusr be extra obnoxious then and rest his dick on her shoulder, seeing ss she's at a good height for it.

Her hands freeze, gripping Jekyll's scalp tight for a second. She makes a noise in protest, just a tiny one.

One hand vanishes from hair to gripping the shaft of Hyde's most vulnerable part. Paloma grabs on strong.

They echo eachother, "Ah--" A bad move, as it excites both of them. Both into a bit of rough play. It's the only reason Jekyll doesn't turn around, because he'd rather not show his pink cheeks.

Instantly she loosens the hold on both boys without quite letting go, appalled.

"Um."

Done it now, Paloma. One of them's harder than they were before and the other sure didn't sound unhappy with the mistake she'd made in forgetting to be gentle. Her fingers clench and unclench over their prizes. "So... conditioner."

"Thank you..." Is that what he should say? Now he's just entranced by the memory of Paloma tugging on his hair, hard to concentrate on much else.

Hyde reaches for the bottle and squeezes it out for her, lend a hand since hers is busy.

The cool conditioner dropping onto Jekyll's head in front startles her. Not so much she 'forgets' and squeezes any more dick. Far from obediently following Hyde into the bone zone she frees him and shrugs the nasty thing off, raising onto her knees for better kneading.

"Edward, I just wanna say I really appreciate your self-restraint... right now," she says, vying for a persuasive and totally false cheer. She swirls conditioner around with her fingertips and tries not to feel very exposed. Funny. One date and he's seen all of her

"See, I can be good." So very good, he says, as he wraps his arms around her waist to keep pressed against her back.

"He can be when he wants to!" The older brother laughs, not catching their real meaning at all.

Paloma levels an incredulous look to the back of Jekyll's ignorant head but doubles down on her reluctance to pop his bubble. Let him believe for just another minute that he's not trying to get in her. For the third time in under twenty-four hours.

Right behind him.

"Unbelievable," she giggles, hypertense and aware of every point of contact, every damp, slick, overheating inch. Hyde's breath invokes contradictory shivers.

"I know, but you see, it's true! He was sweet as a boy." Well, besides being a bit of a troublemaker. Rambunctious.

"You sure? I don't remember that."

Come on, she urges Jekyll mentally, come on, you can hear that he's close and on his knees with us. See him. Scold him?

Her hands fall to smooth over the line of his shoulders in repetitive and comforting motions. "I'm all ears to hear about when he was younger." Perhaps it will make his boner wilt.

"He did a great job of dragging me into his bad ideas that would inevitably get us in trouble." That might not sound very cute and in fact not much different than how things are now but trust him.

But she's right on the money, he doesn't need this rihht now! "No one needs to hear stories!"

Hyde will feel the budding interest she has in more childhood stories, their boyhood misadventures. She perks up enough.

"I think you should tell me about every single bad idea," she urges Jekyll, patting his brother's cheek with cheerful malice. Victory and triumph are in sight! This might not be a fuckfest after all! "Don't spare any details...?"

"Oh, I don't know..." Where would he even start? Maybe some running amok at Buckingham Palace?

"Shut your goddamn mouth." It's not that he minds the subject, he'd brag about some of it even, but not right now, don't ruin this!!! But he's got an ace up his lack of sleeve, thanks to Paloma. He leans over to yank on Jekyll's hair and therefore shut him up just as he opens his mouth, instead vocalising only perverse pleasure.

She yips like a little lapdog, caught in the middle of her victory lap and tripping on the moan Jekyll lets loose. It's shameful, a noise like that coming out of a gentleman, and it wrecks the cunning plan she'd concocted utterly.

"Edward did it," she says faintly. Her security falls away.

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