The bundles of new clothes rustled in their arms, Mira’s excitement still bubbling as she was humming a tune she once heard from a bard.

  “Lys, can I wear the blue one first?” Mira asked, already tugging at the ties of her old dress before they even reached the hut. “Or the one with the pockets? I can’t decide!”

  Era chuckled, shaking her head. “Mira, at least wait until we’re inside. You’ll rip them before you even put them on.”

  Mira pouted but slowed down, though her fingers still fidgeted with the fabric. “Fine, fine. But hurry.”

  Lys was the first one to reach the door, so he pushed it open. After coming inside, he set another bundle of clothes on the table before turning to the two women.

  “Alright,” he said, rubbing his hands together. “Get washed up. We’re going to see the new house soon, so I want you both looking your best.”

  Mira didn’t need to be told twice. She grabbed her new dresses and bolted for the door. “Last one to the well is a rotten egg!”

  Era sighed, but there was a smile pying at her lips. “Honestly, Lys, you’ve spoiled her with this shopping. She’s now worse than a child on festival day.”

  Lys grinned. “Come on, Mom. Let her be. Isn’t it good that she is finally acting like that!”

  Era hesitated for just a second, her fingers tightening around the bundle of clothes in her arms. Then she nodded, her cheeks flushing just slightly. “I’ll… go wash up too, then.”

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  The well was quiet when Lys arrived. Mira was already there, her old dress discarded in a heap beside the well, her bare back turned to him as she spshed water over her shoulders. The new clothes were draped carefully over a low branch, safe from the spshing water.

  Era stood a little farther away, her hands working at the ties of her own dress. She gnced at Lys as he approached, her movements slowed down just slightly.

  “Lys, you’re joining us?” she asked, her voice soft but not surprised.

  Lys leaned against the well’s wooden frame, crossing his arms. “Yeah, it’s our st bath here, right? Thought I might as well bath with you two now.”

  Mira turned, water dripping from her beautiful red hair as she grinned at him. “Good! Mom’s always slower than me. You can help her scrub her back; she hates when I do it.”

  Era let out a small, embarrassed ugh, her fingers finally undoing the st knot of her dress. The fabric slipped down her shoulders, pooling at her feet. Lys’s heart skipped a beat seeing her naked suddenly.

  Even after everything, the sight of her, curves soft in the golden light, the way her hips fred, the fullness of her breasts, still made his pulse beat faster.

  Mira, already naked, didn’t seem to notice him staring at her mom. She grabbed the bucket and hauled up water, pouring it over herself with a happy sigh. “Ahhh, this feels so good. Lys, you’re taking too long! Get in here!”

  Lys stripped off his own shirt and pants, the cool air raising goosebumps on his skin. He stepped forward, and the well’s damp earth was soft under his feet. Era watched him, her gaze flickering away when he caught her looking.

  “Here,” Lys said, taking the rag from Mira and dipping it into the bucket. “Let me wash your back.”

  Era turned, presenting her back to him. The water had already slicked her skin, droplets tracing the curve of her spine. Lys stepped closer, the rag cold in his hand as he pressed it to her shoulders.

  “You don’t have to…” she started, but then her words cut off with a small, pleased sigh as he began to scrub.

  “Last time here, Mom,” he murmured, his voice low. “Let me give you some service to remember this pce.”

  Era didn’t answer, but her body rexed under his touch. He worked the rag in slow circles, the soap thering lightly. His fingers traced the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips. The water ran down her back, droplets disappearing into the cleft of her buttocks.

  Mira, still spshing herself, didn’t seem to notice the way Lys’s hands lingered. “Mom, you’re taking forever! Lys, are you actually washing her, or are you just…”

  “Yeah, Just washing,” Lys said quickly, though his fingers had already begun to explore further.

  Era’s eyes widened as his palm cupped the fullness of her ass, squeezing just slightly. She didn’t pull away. Just let him do his thing.

  “Lys,” she whispered, her voice tight. “What are you…?”

  “Washing, Mom, what else…” he murmured, his thumb pressing against the tight ring of muscle between her asscheeks. “Got to get everywhere clean, right?”

  Era stiffened, a small gasp escaping her. “Lys! That’s…!”

  “Dirty, right?” he asked, his voice rough as he pushed his finger just slightly inside. “Better clean it, then.”

  Her breath came faster, her hands gripping the edge of the well. Mira, finally noticing the shift in the air, turned, just as Lys’s finger slid deeper inside her asshole.

  “Lys!” Era’s voice was a mix of shock and something else, something warmer, needier. “Stop that…!”

  But even though she was telling him to stop, she herself didn’t pull away.

  Mira’s eyes grew wide as she stared. Lys’s finger had slipped between her mother’s ass-cheeks and was moving slowly inside her. The cool water still dripping down Mira’s own skin suddenly felt icy, but a strange, warm flutter stirred low in her belly.

  “Lys…?” Mira’s voice came out small and shaky. “What… what are you doing to Mom right now?”

  Era’s breath caught hard. Her fingers gripped the edge of the well so tightly her knuckles turned white. She knew she should push him away. She knew this was wrong. But every slow push of his finger sent little sparks racing up her back, making her legs feel weak.

  “Just cleaning mom’s insides properly,” Lys said softly, his voice low and rough near her ear. His other hand rested on her hip, holding her steady. “No one’s ever cleaned you here before, right, Mom?”

  Era let out a quiet, broken sound. “N-no… never… Lys, that’s not…oh!”

  She gasped as his finger slid deeper, twisting gently. Her hips rocked back without her meaning to, chasing the strange new feeling.

  “Shh, it’s okay,” he whispered, lips brushing her ear. “You’re so tight. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

  Era’s face burned hot. She pressed her lips together, trying not to make a noise, but another soft whimper slipped out. “It… it feels… strange… but good… should it feel like this…?”

  Mira stood frozen, water running down her legs. She had never seen her mother like this, cheeks flushed pink, body trembling, eyes half-closed. The sight made something warm and tingly bloom between Mira’s own thighs. Without thinking, she bit her lip.

  “Lys…” Mira whispered, her voice barely there. “Can… can you do that to me too? Later?”

  Lys gnced over at her, eyes dark and hungry, but he smiled. “Yeah. Later. Right now I’m taking care of Mom.”

  He kept moving his finger slowly in and out, his thumb gently rubbing the soft skin just below. Era’s breathing grew faster and louder. She tried to stay quiet, but small gasps kept escaping.

  “You like it when I touch you here?” Lys asked gently, his free hand sliding up to cup one of her heavy breasts. His thumb brushed over her nipple, making it stiffen.

  Era nodded quickly, eyes squeezed shut. “Yes… oh, yes… it feels…feels so full… so different…”

  Her voice shook. She had never let anyone touch her this way before, not even her te husband. But Lys’s finger felt so good she couldn’t stop her hips from moving with him.

  Lys groaned softly. “You’re getting so wet, Mom. I guess, you really do like it then.”

  He sped up just a little, curling his finger inside her. Era’s knees buckled. She grabbed the wall of the well tighter to stay standing.

  “I’m… I’m going to…” she gasped, voice breaking.

  “Yeah?” Lys murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. “Let go for me. I’ve got you.”

  Era cried out, quiet but desperate, as pleasure crashed through her. Her whole body shook hard, her ass squeezing around his finger again and again. Lys held her close with one strong arm so she wouldn’t fall. She leaned back against his chest, breathing fast, eyes blurred.

  Mira watched every second, her own hand pressed between her legs without her even realizing it. Her heart was pounding.

  Lys slowly pulled his finger out, then gently turned Era to face him. She looked dazed and soft, cheeks still bright red.

  “You okay, Mom?” he asked, voice warm now, brushing damp hair from her face.

  Era gave a shy little nod, hiding her face against his shoulder. “That… that was too much….”

  Lys chuckled softly and kissed the top of her head. Then he looked at Mira, who was still standing there, breathing quickly and eyes wide with nervous excitement.

  “Your turn soon, little sis,” he said with a gentle smirk. “But only if you really want it.”

  Mira swallowed hard, looked at her mother’s satisfied face once, and then gave a tiny, eager nod. “Uhh, yeah, I… I do.”

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