053: A Bi…?
**Chapter 53**
I couldn’t put the sight into proper words.
Sasha stood under the warm spray with her back to me, balanced on the balls of her feet, both hands flat against the tiled wall. Her spine was arched just enough to push her ass out in a perfect, inviting curve. Water ran in thin rivulets down the length of her back, gathered in the dimples above her cheeks, and then continued between them. From this angle, she looked almost helpless, pensive, waiting, and that quiet helplessness hit me harder than any deliberate pose could have.
I stepped in close until the heat of her body mixed with the steam. Even on her toes, she was still short enough that I had to bend my knees slightly to line myself up. Before I did anything else, I rested both hands on the full, soft weight of her ass and simply held her there, thumbs brushing the undersides of the cheeks.
“Your ass is just heavenly, Sasha.”
“Mmm~~~”
The sound she made was low and immediate, more a reaction to the words than to the touch. A fine tremor ran through her thighs. She pushed back a little farther, settling the cleft of her ass against the hard length of my cock until I was nestled perfectly between the warm, wet cheeks. One small upward tilt of my hips would have been enough to start sliding against her.
She had a different idea.
Her right hand slipped between her legs from the front, found my cock, and wrapped around it with confident fingers. The sudden contact sent a sharp, clean jolt of pleasure straight up my spine. She guided me downward, angling the head until it rested against the soft, slick heat of her pussy, trapped between her thighs and the folds of her entrance.
The temperature difference was startling. Her skin was warm from the shower; the flesh between her legs was hotter, almost feverish, and already wet enough that my cockhead slid easily through the gathered moisture. A thin haze of pink lust began to rise from her body, curling through the steam. I still didn’t fully understand what triggered it, only that it thickened whenever she was this worked up.
I kept my hands on her hips and began to move.
Slow, deliberate thrusts. The thick head of my cock dragged through her folds, spreading them, coating itself in her slickness, then retreated only to push forward again. Each pass made a soft, wet sound under the water.
“Hmmmnn~~~”
Her moan vibrated through her whole body. I felt the tremor travel from her core into my hands. The pleasure on my side was just as intense, hot, and slippery, perfectly framed by the soft pressure of her thighs. Every time the head caught against her entrance, it took real self-control not to push inside. I wanted to. The urge sat heavy and constant. But I held back. She had to be the one to decide when that happened, and I still had the unresolved weight of Sara sitting in the back of my mind.
I shoved every complicated thought aside and focused only on the physical rhythm.
Pull back. Push forward. Feel the way her wetness clung to me.
“Hng!”
The sound left her suddenly. On the next stroke, her folds parted more fully, and the head of my cock slipped into the shallow valley between them, nestled right against her entrance without penetrating. The heat there was sharper, almost scorching in its gentleness, and the fresh rush of her fluids made everything even slicker. My cock throbbed hard enough that I was sure she felt it.
“Aahhh~~~ Tyler~~~”
Her voice cracked on my name. I kept the same steady pace, grinding the full length of myself through her slit, the ridge of the head catching on her clit with every upward pass. The pressure at the base of my spine built faster than I expected. Whether it was the leftover tension from the morning with Sara or simply how good Sasha felt, I was already riding the edge.
“Sasha…” My voice came out rough, broken by the effort of breathing through the pleasure.
“Yeah~~ Ahh~~ Ahh~~ Do~~ Ann~~ Do it~~!!!”
She came first.
A sudden, strong gush of fluid spilled over my cock and down her thighs at the same moment my own control snapped. I pulled back just enough that the head cleared her entrance, and then I was finishing hard, thick, heavy pulses painting the shower wall and the front of her thighs in long white ropes. The orgasm left my legs weak; I barely managed to stay upright until the last spurt left me.
“Haa… haa… haa…”
We both stood there panting under the spray. I let myself slide down the wall until I was sitting on the wet tile. Sasha followed a second later, more falling than sitting, and I caught her against my chest. We ended up lying on the shower floor with her body draped over mine, limp and warm and completely spent, my cock still rock hard and feeling the heat of her pussy against it.
“Hmmm~~~”
The sound she made this time was soft, almost content. “Wish I could stay here all day.”
“You could,” I said, still catching my breath.
“Can’t. The tennis coach is coming. After that we have practice.” She shifted just enough to look up at me. “Mom and us. It’s kind of our thing. You wanna join?”
Her chest rose and fell against my side with every still-uneven breath. Water beaded on the soft curves of her breasts and ran down toward her stomach. I watched the movement without touching, unwilling to break the quiet of the moment.
“I’ll think about it.”
“You do that.”
After another minute, she found enough strength to stand. Her legs wobbled once; she laughed under her breath and stepped fully under the spray to rinse. I stayed on the floor, one arm behind my head, and simply watched. Soap slid over her skin, down the line of her spine, between the cheeks of her ass, across the soft mound of her pussy. She was efficient about it, not a long, luxurious routine, done in under ten minutes.
When she finished, she left the water running for me and stepped out to start her after-shower creams. I took my own turn under the spray, washing away sweat and the mixed evidence of what we had just done, then dried off and dressed. Sasha was still occupied with lotion when I finally left the bathroom. What were they doing in this bathroom anyway?
After half an hour with no sign of her emerging, I decided to go downstairs for coffee.
It was only a little after eight. I expected the house to be mostly quiet.
I was wrong.
Tom and Aunt Elise were already in the kitchen talking with Ross. Mira appeared behind me before I could ask why he was here so early.
“Hey, Tyler. Morning.”
“Hey.” I glanced toward Ross and then back at her. “You and Ross…?”
She understood the unfinished question. “Project partners for the club.”
“Wasn’t he on the basketball team?”
“He’s the reason our club isn’t under-enrolled. The president wants him kept happy, which means I get to suffer.”
“Ouch.” I accepted the mug of coffee she poured for me. “Maybe give him a small chance? He seems decent.”
“He is decent. He’s just not my type.”
“What’s your type, then?”
“Big boobs and big, big butts,” Mira said without the slightest change in tone.
I nearly choked on the coffee.
“Wh-What?”
“I’m bi. I swing both ways, leaning more toward girls.” She said it as casually as if she were commenting on the weather.
“Wow.” It was the only word I managed for a second. There had never been any obvious sign. “Good for you…?”
She smiled, small and genuine. “At least you’re not judging.”
“Why would I? I’m already picturing you kissing another girl.”
The joke came out easily, but the mental image that followed was vivid enough that I had to take another sip of coffee to cover the pause.
Mira’s smile widened a fraction. “I get why Sara feels incomplete without you.”
“What?”
“Nothing.” She set her mug down and walked toward Ross before I could press. “Bring your stuff out. We have an hour at most.”
Aunt Elise looked over. “Actually, honey, I invited Ross to stay for lunch, so he’s here for the day. You can take it easy.”
Mira shot me a look that clearly said, *See?* I chuckled under my breath. She turned back to Ross, expression carefully neutral.
“If you’re here all day, then there’s no rush.”
Ross’s face lit up. “Really? Then maybe we could—”
“Tyler,” Mira cut in, already walking toward the stairs. “Help me move my bed and stuff.”
It was not a request. It was a blatant escape route delivered without any attempt at subtlety. Ross’s expression fell in real time. I felt a fresh stab of sympathy for him. Shared by everyone else who had watched the exchange, not just me. But I still followed Mira upstairs. Annoying her further would not help anyone.
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Chapters are becoming longer and longer, and with the other novel of mine, uploading two chapters a day is really difficult. The double-chapter system would only go as far as chapter 60. After that, it's one chapter every day. Hope you understand.