Noah wraps one of the cheap rubber bands from the drawer around the final tail and plays, flipping up my braids. “She’s cute like this,” he tells Kaleb. “Don’t you think?”
The tails tickle my skin, and I look up in time to see Noah wet his thumb and then rub circles on my left nipple, toying with the sharp, little point.
I groan, crossing my legs against the burn. “I’m gonna pee my pants.”
“Then the pants have to go,” he replies calmly.
I close my eyes for a moment. I’m not sure if I have to go to the bathroom or I’m just nervous.
He lowers to one knee and looks up at me as he pulls my shorts down. I step out of them, feeling Kaleb like a threat as he stops and watches.
Noah reaches up again, taking my light blue silk panties and pulling them down my legs, my body bare for them.
I look up at Kaleb. He stares, every muscle in his arms flexed with his fists curled as his eyes trail down my body. It doesn’t look like he’s breathing.
Noah pours water into the tub and then rises, both of them circling me. My pulse races, and it feels like they’re going to pounce any second.
Water sloshes at my ankles, and I hear Noah behind me as Kaleb stops in front of me, running a finger down my torso and stopping just below my panty line. I shiver.
A hot cloth hits the back of my neck, and I hear the suds bubble and pop as Noah squeezes the cloth.
“Do you mind this, Baby Van der Berg?”
I shake my head, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. He runs the hot cloth down my back and back up to my shoulders.
It feels so good.
“What would you do without us?” Noah leans into my ear, whispering.
I lean my head back against him, closing my eyes.
“We take care of her pretty good,” he tells Kaleb, reaching around me to squeeze hot water over my breasts. “She doesn’t need Daddy. Do you?”
Kaleb takes my leg, bringing my foot up to rest on his knee as he washes me. Running the cloth up my thigh, he dips inside, close but not there, and I moan.
“That’s it.” Noah bites my ear. “Good girl.”
Giving me the cloth, he uses his hands and soaps both my breasts, massaging them in circles. A pool of heat settles between my legs, and I want more. I want their hands everywhere.
Noah takes my hand with the cloth and pushes it down low. “Clean your pussy.”
I bite my bottom lip, but I follow directions. Using the cloth, I slip between my legs and squeeze it for more soap, washing myself.
Kaleb brings up my other leg, bathing me, but his eyes are on my hand, watching me soap up my bare pussy.
“Get it wet again?” I ask him, holding out the cloth.
He dips it into the water and hands it back to me, his chest rising and falling hard as he watches me wash myself and water drip down my legs.
His hard eyes don’t blink, and a groan escapes him. I look down, seeing his cock straining against his jeans.
“Is it clean?” Noah asks.
For a moment, I think he’s asking me until Kaleb dives in, his hot tongue licking the length of my slit to check.
I shudder. Fuck.
I grab Kaleb’s head, keeping him there, and Noah twists m