We didn't rush back into anything after the living room.The three of us stayed on the sectional for a long while—clothes half-on, half-off, breathing still uneven but slowing. Riley curled against my side, head on my shoulder, one leg thrown over my thigh like it was the most natural thing. Lena stretched out on the other side, feet in my lap, toes occasionally brushing the inside of my knee in lazy little circles.No one spoke for maybe ten minutes. Just the hum of the air conditioner, distant traffic outside, and the soft ticking of the wall clock in the hallway.It felt… strangely normal. Like we'd crossed a line we'd all been staring at for years and now we were just sitting on the other side of it, catching our breath.Riley broke the quiet first."You're really quiet now," she murmured. Her fingers traced idle patterns on my chest through the t-shirt. "Regretting it already?"I shook my head. "No. Just thinking.""About?""How long you two have been walking around like that." I nodded toward their bodies—still mostly bare, skin flushed, curves soft in the afternoon light filtering through the curtains. "And how I never did anything before."Lena gave a small laugh. "You were a kid. We treated you like one.""I stopped being a kid a while ago," I said. "You just didn't notice."Riley lifted her head, looked at me. "We noticed. We just… didn't know what to do with it."Lena's foot pressed a little firmer against my thigh. "And now?""Now I'm noticing back," I said simply.Silence again. But it wasn't awkward. It was heavy. Full of things we weren't saying yet.Eventually Lena sat up. Stretched. Her breasts lifted with the motion—full, round, nipples still slightly darker from earlier attention. She didn't cover them."I need a shower," she announced. "Sweaty. Sticky. All of it."Riley groaned dramatically. "Same. But I don't want to move.""Then don't," Lena said. She stood, walked toward the hallway. Hips swaying slow. Ass cheeks flexing under the leggings she'd pulled back up. At the archway she paused, looked back over her shoulder. "Unless someone wants to join."She disappeared around the corner.Riley and I looked at each other.She smirked. "You going?""You coming with?""Maybe later." She leaned in, kissed the corner of my mouth—soft, lingering. "Go. She likes being chased a little."I stood. Adjusted myself—still half-hard, still sensitive. Walked down the hall.The master bathroom door was cracked. Steam already curling out. I pushed it open.Lena stood under the rainfall showerhead, water streaming over her shoulders, down her back, tracing every curve. She didn't turn around right away. Just let the water hit her.I stripped off the t-shirt and sweats. Stepped in behind her.The water was hot. Perfect.I didn't touch her immediately.Just stood close enough that she could feel my body heat mixing with the spray. Close enough that my cock brushed the small of her back—light, accidental-on-purpose contact.She sighed. Leaned back the tiniest bit. Let her shoulders rest against my chest.Still no words.I reached for the body wash on the shelf. Pumped some into my palm. Rubbed my hands together until it foamed.Then I started with her shoulders.Slow circles. Thumbs pressing into the muscles there. Working out tension she probably didn't even know she was carrying. She tilted her head forward, giving me more access.Down her back. Long strokes along her spine. Fingers spreading out over her ribs. Then lower—palms flat against the dip of her waist.She arched just a fraction—silent permission.I slid my hands around to her stomach. Flat. Warm. Traced the soft line under her navel. Up again. Cupped the undersides of her breasts—lifting them gently, letting the water cascade over them.No squeezing yet. Just holding. Feeling the weight. The way they filled my hands completely.Her breathing changed—deeper, slower.I moved my thumbs. Brushed the lower curves. Then higher. Circling the areolas without touching the centers.She shivered.Finally—slowly—I let my thumbs graze her nipples.They were already firm. I circled them. Once. Twice. Then pressed lightly. Rolled them between thumb and forefinger—gentle pressure, then a little more.Lena let out a soft sound—almost a whimper.I kept the rhythm steady. Not rushing. Just teasing the peaks until they were tight and sensitive.One hand stayed on her breast. The other drifted lower—over her hip, along the outside of her thigh, then back up the inside.I stopped just short of where she was wettest. Let my fingers hover there, feeling the heat radiating off her.She pushed back against me—small, needy roll of her hips.I smiled against her shoulder. Kissed the wet skin there."Patience," I murmured.She huffed a laugh. "You're evil.""You like it."She didn't deny it.I turned her around slowly. Water streamed down her face, her neck, between her breasts.Our eyes met.Hers were dark. Pupils wide.I leaned in. Kissed her—slow. Deep. Tongues sliding together like we had all afternoon.My hands went back to her breasts. Cupped them fully now. Squeezed—firm but careful. Thumbs flicking the nipples in time with the kiss.She moaned into my mouth.I broke the kiss. Lowered my head.Took one nipple between my lips.Sucked gently at first—just lips sealed around it, tongue flat against the tip. Then a slow swirl. Then harder suction.Her hands went into my hair. Held me there.I switched to the other one. Same attention—slow, thorough. Alternating between soft licks and firmer pulls.She was trembling now—small shivers running through her.I sank to my knees.Water pounded on my back.I kissed down her stomach—slow open-mouthed kisses. Over the soft curve of her hip. Along her thigh.Then up the inside—higher, higher—until my breath ghosted over her center.She spread her legs a fraction wider.I didn't dive in.Just kissed the crease where thigh met body. Then the other side. Then—finally—dragged my tongue along her outer lips. Slow. Flat. Tasting clean water and her arousal.She gasped.I did it again. Longer stroke this time. Parting her just enough to feel how swollen she was.Her clit was peeking out—hard, sensitive.I circled it with the tip of my tongue—light, teasing touches. Never direct pressure.Her hips jerked."Ethan…"I looked up at her through the water.She was watching me—lips parted, cheeks flushed.I held eye contact.Then I sucked her clit gently into my mouth.Just held it. Let my tongue flutter against it—soft, quick little movements.Her thighs shook.I released it. Licked lower—slow laps through her folds. Then back up.Repeated.Slow. Patient. Building.Her breathing turned ragged.One hand braced on the wall. The other in my hair—guiding but not forcing.I kept the pace steady. No rush to finish her. Just drawing it out. Letting the tension coil tighter and tighter.When her moans started getting louder—higher—I pulled back.Stood up.Kissed her again—letting her taste herself on my tongue.She whimpered into the kiss.I turned off the water.Grabbed a towel. Dried her slowly—starting with her hair, then her shoulders, her breasts (taking extra time there, toweling in gentle circles around her nipples), her stomach, her thighs.She watched me the whole time—eyes soft now. Almost vulnerable.I dried myself quickly.Led her out of the bathroom.Down the hall.To her bedroom.Riley was already there—sprawled on Lena's bed in just a towel, hair damp like she'd taken a quick rinse in the guest bath.She smiled when she saw us."Finally," she said. "Thought you two were gonna stay in there forever."Lena laughed softly. Dropped her towel.Climbed onto the bed.I followed.Riley opened the towel. Let it fall away.Three of us. Naked. Afternoon sun slanting through the blinds in golden stripes across the sheets.No hurry.Just hands.Touching.Exploring.Breasts cupped. Nipples teased. Thighs stroked. Backs arched.Slow.Deliberate.Letting the heat build again—layer by layer.Because we had time.And because now… we all wanted to savor it.