CHAPTER 60: WATER UNDER THE THIGHS

The shower hissed steadily, steam curling into every corner of the cramped bathroom.

Nash sat in the small square tub, knees pulled in, the bright tile walls closing in around them.

Zayela stood under the spray, her back to him, a sponge in one hand. Water streamed over her skin in thin, glistening sheets, tracing every curve with care.

His eyes followed the path of the water as it slid down the slope of her shoulders, rolled over the deep curve of her spine, and pooled briefly in the small of her back.

The soap bubbles clung to her before spilling over the swell of her hips. Her ass, round, firm, a perfect balance of softness and shape, moved subtly with each stroke of the sponge.

Water and suds split over each cheek, joining again between her thighs in a way that made his throat tighten.

He swallowed hard. His cock was already painfully stiff, pulsing against the water’s heat, but he forced himself still.

The system was always watching. No matter how much he wanted to lean forward, to close the distance, he had to keep control.

Zayela’s voice broke through the hiss of the shower.

"This place might be small, but it’s ours for now. And when things move forward... we’ll get somewhere better. All because of you, Nash."

She didn’t turn, didn’t hide, giving him the full display of her ass while she spoke.

No towel, no barrier, just dark skin glistening under the water and soap. What kind of situation was this? He swallowed again.

Her voice softened.

"Before all this, I picked up mechanic work just to keep us alive. But what you’ve done? I couldn’t match that, not even close."

He shook his head instantly.

"Don’t say that. You’ve always been the breadwinner, Zay," he managed to say, his voice hoarse. "You’ve been carrying us since we were kids. I’m just... finally paying you back."

She stilled, both hands going to her hair as the water poured over her. She stared at the floor for a moment.

"You know... Back when you told me you were dating Saya... I didn’t understand. We had nothing, and girls like her? They want you to spend on them. I know that a lot, it was too obvious... Sorry... but at this time, there was no other reason she would be dating you. We had nothing, and you were going to spend our nothing on a gold digger. I thought maybe I was wasting my time fighting for us."

Nash opened his mouth, but she turned then, and his noble thoughts shorted out.

Her breasts again, full, impossibly high despite their heavy size, short-circuited his brain, her dark, stiff nipples stood out boldly as if pointing at him, judging him, glistening like they’d been sculpted for this exact moment.

"I’m sorry for thinking that," she said. "But I’m glad you got kicked. It pulled the real man out of you."

Her words were sweat, but his thoughts were sour. He looked away, caught between shame in himself and the undeniable truth in her words.

She was right. If that hadn’t happened, maybe he’d never have gotten the system at all.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized how dangerous it would be to waste a single day of its potential. Everything was great, but it wasn’t the limit. He could bring even more...

"I’m proud of you," she added, and when he looked back, her eyes were wet. She was holding something in, maybe the same thing he’d been avoiding for weeks.

This wasn’t just the heat of the moment. This wasn’t just tension. It was a connection, and it was dangerous in ways the system couldn’t measure.

She was Zayela, they were cousins, and they grew together for over a decade like siblings. But now, as he said himself, they weren’t children anymore. They were two adults, male and female, with a sin of being attracted too much one to another.

He didn’t know if they were still just cousins. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they’d already crossed into something else without saying it.

She rinsed herself off slowly, water tracing every line of her body, then stepped toward him.

"Make some room," she said, standing over the tub. "I’m getting in."

Nash froze, eyes widening as Zayela stood before him, naked, water dripping off every inch of her amber skin.

The light caught on her curves, tracing each slope and swell as if to show him where to look.

Water streamed from the crown of her head down her back, sliding over the deep line of her spine and pooling in the dip just above her hips.

From there, it traveled across her round, full ass, the cheeks shifting subtly with each breath she took.

His gaze sank lower before he could stop it, catching the soft, smooth folds between her thighs, glistening and flushed from the heat.

She placed her hands on her hips, making the view even more clear. He swallowed hard.

Zayela caught his stare, thighs pressing together for a moment, only to slowly part again, hesitant but deliberate. She let him see, and it sent a shock through his chest.

"That’s... a tub for one person," he muttered, voice tighter than he intended.

"Then make room," she said casually, though the faint curve of her lips betrayed the nervous thrill running through her.

She lifted her leg to step in. The movement pulled her thighs wide, leaving nothing hidden.

The soft mound of her mons was framed by thick, dark curls that clung to her skin like a lover’s embrace.

Her lips, full and inviting, parted slightly as she settled in, giving him a glimpse of the pink flesh within.

Nash’s eyes locked there, helpless, taking in every curve and crease.

She glanced at him again, cheeks deepening in color.

"N-Nash... stop staring. Move over."

He shifted reluctantly, the bathwater sloshing as she slid in.

The cramped space made it impossible for them to move without their bodies brushing against one another.

Every shift sent a spark of electricity through Nash’s skin, and he felt her softness against him in a way that was both thrilling and unbearable.

The heat of the water was nothing compared to the fire building between them.

"Too cramped," he muttered.

"That’s your problem," she replied, refusing to retreat.

She maneuvered in, knees pressing the porcelain on either side of him. Her chest floated just above the waterline, her breasts brushing his bare skin with every breath.

Firm yet soft, warm against his cooler skin, they made him painfully aware of how little space they had.

Their eyes met, the silence between them charged, as if either of them could tip this moment into something neither could take back.

He coughed, looking away.

"You’re going to flood the bathroom."

Zayela giggled, the sound quick but shaky. She shifted just enough to keep from spilling more water, though her body still touched his everywhere.

"You’re right," she murmured. "It is crowded."

Zayela tried to maneuver into a more comfortable position, but the tub gave them no room.

Every movement had her wet skin gliding against his, slick, warm, and uncomfortably intimate.

Her thigh brushed his hip, then his stomach, leaving a trail of heat that burned even through the water.

She pushed to adjust again, and her inner thigh slid straight against him under the water. The sudden contact with his hard length made her jolt, eyes widening for a split second before she looked away. Nash’s pulse spiked in panic.

"Try turning around," he said quickly, voice low. "Face the other way... more space."

But Zayela puffed her cheeks, then smirked as if the thought amused her.

"Nope," she said, fighting to keep her composure while she worked to stay in front of him. "I want to see your face when I talk to you."

It took her a few awkward shifts, water spilling over the edge with each movement, but she managed something halfway between sitting and straddling him.

Her knees bent high, sliding over his shoulders, and her ass rested on his thighs. The position was precarious, but it was the only way they could fit.

Her pussy was now dangerously close to his dick, in fact, it was right against it, practically rubbing it, and he could feel the warmth of her sex against his.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the pounding of their hearts and the splash of water against the tub.

Their eyes stayed locked, close enough for him to see the fine droplets clinging to her lashes.

Then, with a sly smile, she whispered.

"There. That’s better."