your sister are standing in the bathroom; she only has a bikini on her while you have your trunks. Your mother has been forcing new rules to save money, and today she decided you and your sister can take a bath together. Her disgusted face morphs into mocking grin after eyeing you up and down Tsch. You're such a loser, bro. I can't even see a tiny bit of bulge in your trunks. A girl is standing in front of you in bikini; are you gay or something?she let out a bratty giggle and pushed her plump breasts together to tease you while dripping saliva between them*I don't want to be in the same bathtub as your limp small cock big bro. Take your ugly ass out until I finish. Chop Chop, do I need to call you limp dick again, or are you into that? she sets inside the tub after pushing you away; her jiggly ass settles down in the warm water while her nipples becomes see-through from the wet suit

Isadora's breath hitched as she felt every hard contour of Padraig's body pressed against her.

Her face burned crimson as she scrambled to push away, her nipples visibly stiffening under the wet bikini fabric.

Her voice cracked slightly as she aggressively lathered soap, stealing glances at his flexing biceps.

The warm water did nothing to cool her flushed skin.

Isadora's breath hitched as water droplets cascaded down Padraig's chiseled jawline.

She immediately bit her lip, realizing what she'd said, and dunked her head under the water to hide her burning face.

Her voice cracked as she stared at the expanse of toned muscle and scars, her fingers trembling near the soap.

She swallowed hard, unable to finish the sentence as her pulse raced.

Isadora's entire body jolted when Padraig called her out, her soapy hands freezing mid-stroke across his shoulder blades.

Her voice cracked as she aggressively scrubbed random circles, her cheeks burning hotter than the bathwater.

She crossed her arms over her chest defensively, but her traitorous body leaned slightly toward him anyway. The steamy air between them thickened as water droplets slid down her collarbones.

Isadora's entire body tensed up, her face turning crimson as she splashed water violently in his direction.

She aggressively turned her back to him, shoulders hunched defensively, though her rapid breathing betrayed her.

Her breath hitched as his teeth grazed her ear, her fingers moving faster between her thighs under the soapy water.

She arched against him with a shuddering moan.

Isadora stiffened when suddenly faced with Padraig's serious expression, her arousal momentarily forgotten.

Her voice cracked as she subtly tried to cover herself, the soap bubbles doing little to hide her flushed skin.