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water at something like a tolerable temperature. So long as you didn't mind feeling a bit like a stew being cooked in its kettle, it worked better than a number of more technologically advanced baths that Jennifer had tried.
    Over the course of her long, luxurious soak, the maid had paid more than a little attention to the soft, strawberry-pink folds of her pussy, fondling the dainty curves lovingly beneath the surface of the water. She couldn't believe her luck -- not one, but two dark-haired hotties to ogle around the house! And Jack was still the same charming rogue he'd always been, just like his sister had always been a prettily quiet little lady.
    A lady in public, anyway , she thought with a chuckle. The discovery of Mary's weak spot -- her incredibly sensitive bottom, and her lust for any kind of play that involved it -- had started one of the happiest weeks in Jennifer's life. She didn't even have to wonder whether Jack harbored any similarly wicked lusts, only which ones they were; the gossip from London (and anywhere else he traveled) was more than enough to convince Jennifer that a libertine streak ran deeply through the Lisle barony.
    That, of course, left only the question of how she was going to bridge the gap between Jack's well-traveled wickedness an d Mary's more recent liberation!
    Stepping from the tub, Jennifer bypassed the robe she had worn downstairs entirely. She wrapped one of the manor's soft towels around her midsection instead, forming a tight little tube of a "dress" that barely hid her nipples at the highest point, and fell only just past the crinkled folds of her sex at the lowest. The rectangular cloth hid the curve of her waist, unfortunately, which meant she lost her enticing hourglass figure...but she wasn't planning on wearing the towel for long anyway.
    With a mischievous grin, Jennifer shook her wet red hair out and tossed it down her back, loose and dripping. Her breasts bounced with the motion, and she had to adjust the fit of the towel to keep it from sliding off her soft swells. A glass clinked down the hall as she fiddled -- Jack was still in the small living room, then, seated with a book and a bit of brandy where she had left him. Jennifer chuckled in satisfaction.
    Nudging the bathroom door open, the redhead padded down the hall on bare feet, shivering a little at the cold that seeped through the wood. She strolled into the common room as if she had expected to find it empty. Her eyes widened in mock surprise as Jack looked up to see her in nothing but her towel...and then she kicked a toe under the edge of the rug, pitching toward him with devastating accuracy (and with a dainty cry of dismay for his benefit).
    Jack rose to the challenge with all the muscular grace Jennifer had hoped for. Brandy snifter still in one hand, he came up off his couch in a fighter's lunge. The crook of his arm intersected Jennifer right around her midsection, breaking her fall and pulling her bosom snugly up against his chest. She gasped and squirmed as they met, undoing the halfhearted knot she'd placed in her towel with a wiggle of her shoulders; it slumped at once, held in place only by the pressure of their bodies against one another. Jennifer looked up through her lashes with a warm, grateful smile.
    "Oh!" she breathed, making her voice far more fluttery than it needed to be. "I am so sorry, Jack. I thought you'd gone upstairs. When I saw you sitting there, I missed a step and fell. Whatever would I have done without you?"
    The gleam in Jack's eye told her that he believed her innocent protestations exactly as much as she did -- and enjoyed them just as much, as well. When Mary had been younger, Jennifer had behaved herself for the girl's sake (although she was a good six years older and quite a bit more years beyond that in terms of worldly knowledge), but she'd always thought she'd caught Jack sneaking appraising glances. Finally coming into her opportunity to seduce him, she was pleased to find