REIGN OVER [Ch 7] Testing the Water

 

Testing the Water

 

The shower was a palace unto itself.

Serenity had designed it years ago for guests who paid extra for luxury—a sprawling marble sanctuary with rain heads the size of dinner plates, steam that rose like clouds, and enough space for a small party to bathe in decadence.

Gold fixtures gleamed against black stone.

Water cascaded from multiple directions, warm as a lover's touch.

Now she stood at the center of it, flanked by two princes who couldn't stop touching her.

"Here." Evander’s soapy hands slid over her shoulders and down her arms. "Let us take care of you."

"You've been taking care of everyone else for so long," Tobias added, his palms cupping her breasts, spreading fragrant lather over her heavy curves. His thumbs found her nipples, circling slowly, and milk began to bead at the tips despite her recent draining. "It's our turn now."

Evander smirked. “How do you like being pampered by royalty?”

“I love it.” Serenity let her head fall back, let the water stream over her face, let herself be worshipped.

When was the last time anyone took care of me?

Their hands were everywhere—gentle and sensual, learning the geography of her body with studious attention.

Evander washed her back, her hips, the curve of her ass. His fingers dipped into the cleft, spreading soap into places that made her shiver.

Tobias focused on her front, his attention returning again and again to her breasts, to the milk that kept leaking despite his efforts to wash it away.

"I can't stop it," she chuckled, watching the white streams mix with water and suds. "When I'm aroused, it just—"

"Don't stop it." Tobias lowered his mouth to her nipple, suckling briefly, drinking the milk mixed with soap and water. "I want every drop you'll give me."

His brother's hands tightened on her hips.

"That's enough." She stepped back from their eager hands. Her body thrummed, alive with want, but a darker curiosity had taken root. "Now wash each other."

The twins froze.

Evander's voice cracked. "What?"

"You heard me." Serenity leaned against the cool marble wall, crossing her arms beneath her breasts. Water streamed down her brown skin. "You do everything together. You've shared me together. So do this together. Wash each other. I want to see."

They exchanged one of those looks—that silent twin communication that had defined them since they'd shared a womb.

Uncertainty flashed in Evander's sapphire eyes.

Recognition answered in Tobias's wild blue gaze.

Neither of them spoke the truth aloud: that they'd always been too close. That the line between brotherhood and intimacy had blurred years ago, in ways they'd never examined.

That fucking the same woman—feeling her clench around them, tasting her on each other's skin—had only dragged that buried wanting into the light.

Curiosity won out over caution.

Then Tobias reached for the soap.

He started with Evander's shoulders. Clinical at first, almost businesslike—just soap, water, and the task at hand. His wild blue eyes stayed fixed on the marble wall behind his brother, refusing to look down, refusing to acknowledge what they were doing.

But Serenity watched his hands slow as they traveled down his brother's chest.

Watched them linger on the ridges of Evander's abs, the cut of his hips.

Watched his fingers trace the trail of dark hair that led downward.

Her body hummed with lust. "Lower."

Tobias's jaw tightened. A muscle jumped in his cheek.

But he obeyed.

His soapy hand wrapped around Evander's cock, and both brothers inhaled sharply. The sound echoed off the marble—twin gasps of shock and something else.

Something neither of them wanted to name.

Evander's eyes fluttered closed. His lips parted. A soft groan escaped his throat as his brother's hand began to move.

"That's it," Serenity breathed. "Stroke him. Feel how hard your brother is."

Tobias stroked once, twice—spreading lather over heated flesh—and Serenity watched Evander's cock grow in his brother's grip. Watched it thicken and lengthen, the head flushing dark with blood.

Pre-cum began to mix with soap at the tip.

"You're making your brother hard," she whispered. "How does that feel, Tobias? Knowing you can do that to him?"

Tobias’s voice was low. "I like it. . .although I know we shouldn’t."

"But you are." Serenity's hand slipped between her own thighs, fingers finding her clit beneath the warm spray. "And you like it. I can see how much you like it."

She could.

Tobias's own cock had risen to full hardness, jutting forward, untouched and aching.

The evidence of his arousal was impossible to hide.

"Now you," she looked at Evander. "Return the favor."

Golden hands found dark flesh.

Evander was less hesitant than his brother. His composure had cracked open, revealing his true raw desire beneath—curiosity, hunger, the craving to explore what had always been forbidden.

His long fingers wrapped around Tobias's length, and he stroked with an artist's attention to detail, relishing the shape of his brother's cock. The wet sound of Evander’s hand moving on his brother's cock echoed obscenely off the marble walls.

"Fuck," Tobias’s head fell back. "Evander—"

"I know." Evander's voice was hoarse. "I know. I feel it too."

Their breathing had synchronized—twin gasps, twin moans, the same ragged rhythm filling the steam-thick air.

Evander's hand tightened on his brother's cock, and Tobias made a sound that was almost a sob. Their foreheads dropped together. Their breath mingled. Their lips hovered an inch apart—close enough to taste, close enough to cross the final line.

Neither of them closed the distance.

But neither of them pulled away.

They stood there for a long moment—two princes with their hands wrapped around each other's cocks, water streaming over their identical bodies, further crossing a line they could never uncross.

"Turn around," Serenity continued to work her fingers faster against her clit. "Wash each other's backs. All the way down."

They pivoted in unison, a mirror image of motion, water cascading down their identical forms.

Palms glided over slick skin, tracing vertebrae and muscle, descending until fingers found forbidden territories—soap-slippery hands exploring the firm curves of each other's bodies with hesitant curiosity that quickly became something more deliberate.

Tobias's fingers slipped between Evander's cheeks, and his brother shuddered.

"Has anyone ever touched you there?" Serenity asked.

Evander's voice was barely a whisper. "Only my brother."

"Do you like it?"

A pause.

Then. . .

"Yes. I love it."

Both of them were fully hard now. Their cocks jutted forward, flushed and aching, occasionally brushing against each other's hips as they moved.

Serenity could see how close they were—the trembling in their thighs, the way their breathing had gone ragged, the way they kept not quite looking at each other's faces.

Her clit throbbed beneath her fingers, swollen and desperate. She'd had fantasies before—dark ones, ones she'd never admitted to anyone—but watching two princes stroke each other's cocks while water streamed over their identical bodies surpassed anything her imagination had conjured.

This is depraved.

Her fingers moved faster.

I want more.

"This is so beautiful." Serenity could see how close they were—the trembling in their thighs, the way their breathing had gone ragged. Tobias's hand had stilled on his brother's cock, gripping tight, and Evander was making small, desperate sounds with each exhale.

"Kiss him," Serenity breathed. "I want to see you—"

The bathroom door slammed open.

For a fraction of a second, everything froze—the twins mid-touch, Serenity against the wall with her hand between her thighs, steam swirling around them like startled ghosts.

And then King Aldric stepped through the doorway.

Oh my God.