Remember When We Used To...?

Alex Coal and Serena Blair stand side by side in the old bathroom, scrubbing tile and wiping mirrors. Their father is gone now, and this house is too big for their mother to keep. They trade glances and then smiles when they reach the tub. Both of them remember the shared baths from years ago, the reluctant closeness that eventually turned into easy laughter and then into dunking each other under the water. Time slips away as they reminisce. The clock says dinner is waiting, so they shrug off their clothes and step into the steaming bath together. Soap glides over shoulders and down the curve of small, natural breasts. Fingers drift lower, tracing soap-slick skin until the touch turns hungry. Alex leans in first, lips meeting Serena’s with a soft, surprised sound. They press closer, tasting each other’s mouths, then slip under the surface to taste something sweeter. Hands find slick heat, and fingers slide inside, slow at first, then urgent. Serena climbs from the water and settles her thighs around Alex’s face, hips rolling in time with the strokes inside her. Every shared memory of the bath has turned into this first, wet discovery of each other.