Page 6 of H & G Restorations

Chapter

Six

A whisper of movement made her crack her eyelids open. She watched Magnus set a small pile of clothes on the vanity before he knelt by the side of the tub close to Hans. Dipping a fluffy washcloth into the water, Magnus smoothed it over the younger man’s shoulder and up his throat.

“Close your eyes, Hans,” he directed and washed the perspiration and dust away that coated his face. “Dip your head under the surface, little boy. You have all sorts of things in your hair.”

As Gretel watched Magnus lather thick shampoo through Hans’s short, blond hair, she battled jealousy and happiness that their Daddy had started with Hans instead of her.

Those strong fingers rubbed over Hans’s scalp, cleaning his hair and drawing a moan of delight from his lips.

She could almost feel Magnus touching her.

Gretel wiggled her fingers in the water in anticipation.

As Hans ducked his head under the faucet to wash away the suds frum his hair, Magnus told her quietly. “He needed me to touch him first, sweetheart.”

She nodded immediately. Magnus was right. As they’d talked about having a Daddy, Hans had worried most that someone would be attracted to Gretel and simply tolerate him. Hans needed to know that Magnus wanted him as much as he wanted Gretel. “It’s okay. There’s two of us. Someone has to go first.”

“It’s your turn next time to be first,” Hans suggested as he sluiced the water from his face and hair. “Damn, that feels better.”

“Language, little boy.”

“Golly gee whiskers, that feels good,” Hans joked.

“Much better,” Magnus approved, as he rubbed the washcloth over Hans’s back.

Gretel watched the expressions change on Hans’s face as the handsome older man washed him.

She could see relaxation and sexual tension battle in his expression as Magnus touched him.

The water distorted her view, but Gretel could tell that his cock had responded eagerly.

When Magnus’s hand disappeared under the water to wash his abdomen, the younger man’s eyes rolled back in his head. Unable to resist, she scooted closer.

“Uh, uh, Gretel. This is Hans’s turn. Daddy will come to wash you soon.”

At the sound of his firm tone, Gretel moved back to her side. She’d follow his instructions—this time. Peering through the bubbles and sudsy water, she watched the white washcloth wrap around Hans’s cock and stroke up and down repeatedly, pulling a low groan from her best friend’s lips.

“Bend your knees and spread your legs wide, little boy,” Magnus directed as he moved the cloth. “I’ll need to get every nook and crevasse to make sure you’re clean, Hans.”

Gretel thought about scooting down under the water to watch but knew the soap would burn her eyes.

Unable to tear her gaze away from the water rippling against Hans’s chiseled abdomen, she pushed her shoulders back against the tub wall.

Without a deliberate thought, her hands glided over her stomach to trace the cleft of her pussy.

The slickness already gathering there despite the water eased her fingers through the pink folds.

She shivered as she guided one fingertip over her clit.

“You don’t have to clean there,” Hans protested weakly, drawing her attention back to the couple on the other side of the tub.

“Of course, I do. You need to be clean everywhere. Relax your bottom, little boy.”

The low moan that followed told Gretel that Magnus had persisted successfully. She watched the older man draw his hand firmly from the root to the tip as he attended to Hans’s bottom. It didn’t take long. Hans moaned his climax into the warm room as his hips thrust against that arousing touch.

Gretel’s fingers worked furiously between her legs, trying to finish before Magnus noticed what she was doing. Somehow, she knew he wouldn’t approve.

“Little girl.”

She froze, feeling as if she were only a few touches away from reaching her own pleasure.

“Arms crossed over your chest,” Magnus ordered in a tone that didn’t allow her to refuse.

On edge, she watched Magnus soothe Hans, helping him descend from his orgasm. When Hans rested limply against the tub, Magnus quickly washed his legs, feet, and toes. To finish, he stretched the warm washcloth over the younger man’s chest like a blanket and leaned over him to kiss his lips lightly.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Hans whispered.

“You’re very welcome, little boy.”

“Gretel has been very good,” Hans informed him.

She wiggled her toes under the cover of the water in appreciation of Hans turning the spotlight on her. When Magnus turned to look at her, she looked down at the surface of the water, feeling suddenly shy and insecure. Maybe he didn’t want to touch her like he had Hans.

“You have been very good, Gretel.” He caressed a damp hand over her cheek to cup her chin, raising it until their eyes met. “It had to be exciting to see your Daddy touching Hans.”

Gretel nodded eagerly before confessing, “I knew I shouldn’t touch myself, but I couldn’t… not.”

“There’s nothing wrong with caressing yourself, little girl, if you have permission. Did you ask Daddy if you could make yourself feel good?”

“No,” she answered softly.

“Why do you think I told you to stop?”

“Because you wanted to make me feel good yourself?” she asked hopefully.

“Exactly. You’ve been very patient waiting for your turn. Are you ready for me to touch you?”

“Please,” she said breathlessly as the air seemed to evaporate inside her lungs.

Picking up a fluffy new washcloth, Magnus dipped it into the water and cleaned her face and neck, making Gretel groan with delight.

It felt so good to have him wash away the grime of the day.

So much better than doing it herself! The soft cloth spread over her collarbones and whisked over the swell of her small breasts before its progress halted.

“Dip your head under the water, sweet girl. Your hair needs to be cleaned, too.” He smoothed a hand over her hair before unfastening the elastic band at the tail of her braid and releasing her tresses.

Eagerly, Gretel slid her bottom so she could lean back in the tub, lowering her head under the water.

When she sat up, he wiped the liquid from her eyes before pouring shampoo into her hair and working the lather across her scalp and to the ends.

She would have been happy to sit there forever, basking in his attention, but Magnus had her dunk her hair under the faucet to rinse the suds away.

She’d never seen a faucet set in the middle of the tub.

It was convenient for her and Hans, and she made a mental note to discuss changing the placement of the faucets in the Candy Lane Mansion restorations with him and Magnus.

“That feels better, doesn’t it? Let’s get your skin all clean, too.”

Gretel nodded eagerly and closed her eyes to hide her excitement as he picked up the washcloth to continue.

He smoothed it over her arm and down to her fingers, paying attention to each digit and smoothing the tension from a day of holding power tools before treating the other arm with as much care.

The lap of the water against her torso made her hope that he’d wash her chest next.

When he glided the material around her small breasts, she sucked air into her lungs in response to the sizzling reaction of his touch on her sensitive mounds.

The flick of his thumb over her taut nipples made her bite her lower lip to control the groan that threatened to reveal her reaction.

“Let Daddy and Hans hear your sounds, babygirl. We need to know how you’re feeling,” Magnus instructed patiently.

“Yes, Daddy,” Gretel whispered, unaware that she’d automatically called him by that title.

He cupped her jaw to praise her. “I like hearing you say that, Gretel. Call me Daddy again, please.”

“Daddy? Can you wash me lower?” she asked.

“That’s my eager Little girl.” Catering to her, he stroked over her tummy and the soft mound between her legs.

Gretel’s breath caught in her throat, and she shifted her legs apart to encourage his exploration.

To her dismay, he swept over her thighs and down to her toes.

She wiggled her toes in protest as he cleaned between them before carefully washing her legs.

When he dropped the washcloth into the water, she looked at him in protest.

“But…”

“Daddy’s not done, little girl. I need you to kneel in the water.”

Magnus helped her move into position. Gretel felt very exposed to his view as well as Hans, who watched very closely. When Magnus asked her to loop her arms around his neck, she clasped her hands behind his head eagerly and shivered as his hands slid over her back to cup her bottom.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, lifting one hand from her skin.

She heard the soft sound of the liquid soap he used before she felt his remaining hand part her buttocks.

The slick mixture made her shiver as he spread it between her cheeks.

He circled a fingertip around that small entrance hidden between them before pressing inward slightly.

The combination of him stretching that tight ring of muscles and the burn of the soap on her inner tissues made her groan in arousal.

She knew he had done this to Hans as well and clenched her inner thighs together as her arousal grew.

“Nothing is off-limits to your Daddy, Gretel. Someday, I’ll make love to you here just as I’ll make love to Hans’s bottom. Do you think you’ll like having me inside your tight passage?” Magnus forced her to focus on his words as just his fingertip glided in and out of her body.

“No,” she lied, more turned on than she could remember ever being. Being forced to accept Magnus’s attentions while her lover watched pushed the sexual tension to increasing levels.

Whack!

The sting of his sharp swat on her bottom made Gretel jerk her bottom forward. “I’ll be good,” she promised.