"Twinkle-Twinkle little car, how I wonder whose you are," I sang as I kicked my legs back and forth.

A sigh fell from my lips when I couldn't think of anything to add. The sound of the moving water was a perfect distraction from my thoughts. I had walked outside a few minutes after they disappeared upstairs.

"Twinkle-Twinkle little. . ." I trailed off. "Little car, bar. Damn."

"It should be star."

I gasped and glanced over my shoulder. Michel stood a few feet away with his lips pulled up in a smile.

"I'm trying to make my own song," I told him as I turned back around.

I stared down at my feet in the water. It was nice and cool.

"Why are you sitting out here all alone?"

"Bella and Tyrone are upstairs," I muttered.

He hummed as he moved closer. I risked a glance up at him from beneath my lashes. My eyes widened and my mouth fell open. Michel was pulling off his shirt. He dropped it to the floor and then kicked off his boots. His socks hit the grass next. My eyes dropped to his hands as he unfastened his belt.

"What are y-you doing?"

Michel smiled. "I'm going for a swim."

His pants pooled around his ankles. Stepping out of it, he walked to the edge of the pool and then dived in. A squeal slipped past my lips when I was splashed with water. Sucking in a sharp breath, I wiped the water from my face and then slowly opened my eyes. The front of my clothes were soaked.

Michel's laughed echoed around the yard. He swam closer until he was able to stand.

I did my best to glare at him.

"Tyrone told you that you needed to start wearing a bra," he muttered.

I followed his gaze down to the front of my shirt. It gave him the perfect view of my breasts. My nipples were pebbled because of the cold water. I shifted slightly when he continued to stare.

"I'm at home. Bella said it's okay to go without one at home."

I swallowed when he moved closer. My knees brushed his ribs when he stopped.

"I don't mind you walking around without one Sin," he said softly. "What if Tyrone or I brought someone home? Or if we had unexpected visitors?"

"I d-don't know."

"I don't like other men staring at what's ours." His fingers slowly trailed up my calves. "You are ours aren't you?"

I nodded. My heartbeat increased when his fingers curled around my knees and slowly pulled my legs apart. He stepped between then until his chest was press against mine. My eyes dropped to his lips.

"Mine, Tyrone's and Bella's."

"Yes," I breathed.

Michel smiled. "Did you talk to Bella?"

I nodded. Reaching up, I pressed my hands against his wet chest. I leaned forward and pressed my forehead against his shoulder. He smelt like pool water.

"We kissed."

"Just kissed? No touching."

"Tyrone got home before that," I whispered. "Bella didn't want me to watch them so I told then that it was okay. They're upstairs."

He cupped my cheek, and with a finger under my chin tilted my head up. His eyes instantly caught mine. I leaned into his touch as he stroked my skin with his thumb.

"You're not happy that they're upstairs having sex?" he asked softly.

"It's not that." I closed my eyes and tried to fight the tears that suddenly surfaced. "I-I feel like something bad is going to h-happen."

When I opened my eyes again his face was blurry. A tear escaped my eye and slowly trailed down my cheek. He instantly caught it with his thumb. Michel leaned forward and licked the tear that trailed down my other cheek. My eyes fluttered closed and a small sigh fell from my lips, when he kissed my closed eyelids.

"I promise that we won't let anything happen to you," he whispered against my skin.

"It's not me I'm worried about," I admitted.

He pulled away slightly and gave me a small smile. "We can take care of ourselves sweet pea."

I slid my hands over his chest slowly. My fingers brushed against his nipples. Michel sucked in a sharp breath. I glanced up at him with a smile.

"Will you teach me how to touch Tyrone so it feels good?"

His smile widened. "Let's go inside then."

I followed him inside the house silently. Instead of leading me upstairs, he led me into a bathroom downstairs. Michel dropped his dirty clothes on the basin and then turned to the shower. He opened the taps and tested the water with his hand. Once satisfied, he turned towards me.

"Are you okay with us getting naked?"

I nodded. "I don't mind."

I was curious to see him naked. Tyrone had given me a glimpse of himself but now I'd see Michel.

He winked at me as he hooked his thumbs in the band of his boxers. He slowly tugged them down but stopped.

"You're wearing too much clothes."

My lips stretched up into a small smile.

Gripping the hem of my shirt, I tugged it over my head and dropped it to the floor. Next, I kicked off my shoes and hooked my fingers in the band of my pants. My eyes caught his as I pushed them down. It dropped to my ankles. It took everything in me to keep my arms at my sides as his eyes trailed over me.

"You are beautiful Sin," he said softly. "All we need to do is feed you some more to fatten you up."

Heat spread up my cheeks when he pulled his boxers off. I tried to keep my eyes locked with his. Michel held out his hand to me. I bit my lip as I placed mine in his and allowed him to pull me into the shower. He slid the door closed behind us.

I looked up at him in question. Uncertainty filled me.

"I'm going to wash you." It wasn't a question. He reached for the soap and stepped closer to me.

Lathering his hands, he dropped the soap on the shelve again. I sucked in a breath when he placed his hands on my shoulders. His fingers softly dug into my tense muscles. I stared up at his face as his hands trailed down. My lips parted and a surprised gasp fell from them when he suddenly cupped my breasts. I could see his eyes darken as he massaged them.

His thumbs circled my nipples. I sucked in a sharp breath when he brushed his thumb across the hardened tip which made an electric current flash down straight to my sex.

My knees weakened and I was sure I would've hit the floor if he hadn't grabbed hold of my hips.

Michel gently guided me backwards until my back hit the cold wet tiled wall. Something brushed against my stomach. I glanced down between us. My mouth suddenly felt as dry as the Sahara desert.

The bulbous head of his penis brushed against my stomach again. It was hard and pointing straight up at me. Without really thinking my actions through, I reached out and wrapped my hand around it.

It was soft, but hard at the same time. His penis looked similar to the one we had been learning about in my biology book before I dropped out of school. But it was bigger and had more veins, and it was leaking at the tip.

I wiped the clear fluid with my thumb. My head snapped up when Michel sucked in a sharp breath.

"It hurts?"

He swallowed a few times before he answered me. "It feels really good," he said huskily. "It's a sensitive spot. This—" He took hold of my thumb and slid it to the rim. "—is also a sensitive part."

"Oh." I glanced up at him. "It feels good when I touch you?"

"Very good."

"Will Tyrone like it if I touch him like this too?"

He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against mine. With his eyes closed, he groaned. The sound made my stomach tighten. It felt like butterflies were floating around in it. I pressed my thighs together to try and lessen the ache.

"How do I make Bella feel good?"

His eyes snapped open. Michel blinked down at me. "You want to know how to touch Bella?"

I nodded.

"You touch her the same way you touch yourself."

"But I haven't," I whispered.

His eyes widened slightly. "Not even once?"

I shook my head.

"Then what do you do when you want to come?"

"I rub against my pillow, or against Tyrone."

He nodded, and stepped back slightly. "Showing you means touching you. That okay?"

"Yes," I breathed.

Michel guided me back under the spray. He washed the soap from my body and then reached behind me to close the taps. I frowned when he opened the shower door. He stepped out and grabbed a towel to dry himself, then he turned to me with the towel held open.

"Come on," he urged softly. "I'll show you. It'll be better if you lie down when I touch you."

"W-why?"

Michel rubbed my body dry and then threw the towel into the basin. He tugged me against his body and brushed his lips against mine. When he pulled back, he was smiling down at me.

"You'll see, sweet pea."