Page 54 of Tangwystle
She settled back further, grabbing my arms, and something glowed in my chest.
But I did my due diligence, taking a washcloth and running it over her skin. She jerked slightly when I rubbed her pussy, and Iliked the whimper she made. But I wasn’t horrible to her and let her sit back again and relax. She’d need a nap, and I needed to get back to my chores, but I also couldn’t get up.
“Wystle,” she said after a while. “Why don’t you ever touch Baz?”
I stiffened behind her. She could be much more perceptive than people gave her credit for. Then I gave her credit for.
“You both touch me,” she said, eyes closed. “And you let me touch you. And I know you like Baz because you keep letting him put his fingers in your cunt.”
I bit back the urge to tell her to watch her mouth. That good girls didn’t say words like that.
The water rippled as she moved, her wide green eyes peering up at me.
“You like both of us don’t you?” she whispered.
I nodded, my heart beating. I couldn’t think of two people I liked more.
She bit her lip and cocked her head to the side as her brow wrinkled. “You’ve never touched a man have you.”
Gretel perked up, realizing she’d discovered the truth.
“Wystle,” she awed.
I knew Gretel knew much more about men. The image of her and Clinemell in their courtyard had haunted me for months.
Baz and I had something. A big, tangle of something between us. It’d grown to include Gretel, but the ugly truth was that I felt awkward and shy with her looking on. I could recognize it because I’d been like that most of my life. A wallflower of sorts, afraid to look stupid.
Gretel knew how to handle a man. I’d watched her for days, a jealous monster, when she’d recovered from her wounds.
And Baz had been with women.
Gretel sat back on her haunches, water dripping down her nipples. “It’s okay to be nervous.”
She sounded so sweet. But I bit my lower lip, not saying anything.
She leaned forward, her body pressing to mine. And with a glint of mischievousness, she asked, “What if I had a way to help?”
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Gretel refusedto tell me the plan.
Even when I promised to swat her ass or tried a softer approach like reaching for her pussy, she’d only laugh as she dodged me. And worse, she told me she needed a day. Which meant I kept nibbling on my bottom lip, trying to understand that mind of hers.
Baz found us for dinner. He looked no different than normal, but I couldn’t get the image of his pained face from earlier to go away. I wanted to please him. To make him feel as good as we had. I know Gretel had touched him. Had sucked him off.
I wanted to do that too, to show him love and comfort.
We went to bed, the three of us, like normal. He never said a word about it. He never asked for anything. I kissed his cheek as he pulled the covers up, and I caught the way his head turned toward me. Inspected me. Perhaps he was surprised I showed such affection?
All I got in return was a flash of a bright smile. I didn’t know if it was my sadness that reflected in his face, though. I couldn’t help but wonder if I was just overthinking things.
As you can imagine, this went on and on. My head tumbled around with thoughts as I debated if I was failing Baz because, as Gretel rightly called me out, I’d never touched a man before.
Gretel was still horrible in the kitchen. I normally shooed her out, but the next day she lined ingredients along the counter. Several hours later, Baz found us.
“What’s this?” He shot me a mischievous glance, knowing I didn’t like her in my kitchen.
Gretel giggled, wiping her palms on her dress. Flour stuck to her cheek. “Wystle let me bake you something special.”
