Angela sees it in all its glory

"Oh, Liam, all worked up over little old me?" she murmured amused. She draped the towel around her own shoulders, leaving her body still mostly bare, her eyes never leaving his groin. Her amused gaze lingered on him, openly studying genitals.

"That's really flattering. It’s almost exactly like when you were tiny... I mean younger" she took a step, closing the distance. "I remember how it looked like when you used to play naked with Maya in our pool, it was a decade ago"

Her hand moved slowly, one finger was pushed forward and it touched the tip: a light poke that sent an electric shock at Liam who gasped. It was like a trigger had been pulled: his hips jerked forward in a spasm; heat, shame and release crashing together. A thick jet of white landed messily onto Angela's bare thigh, then on her forearm, before dribbling down on her finger.

Angela's smirk vanished, replaced by awe. She stared at the mess, then at Liam’s mortified, trembling form.

"Oh" She clapped a hand over her mouth, slightly shaking. "That was unexpected" She shook her head slowly, but a little chuckle escaped nonetheless as she turned around and changed the water in the bathtub. Liam had her butt totally visible and right in front of him, but he didn't register it.

When Angela was done, she glanced back at Liam and her expression morphed into concern. "Perhaps you should sit down here, you look so pale"

Liam flinched as her hand brushed his bare arm.

"Come on, little Liam" she murmured.

He moved like a puppet, sinking down in the clean water. The heat felt good, but it did nothing to relieve his shame.

"Just relax, ok? I'm sure it was only an accident" she offered while backing out of the bathroom. The door closed with a click and Liam sinked a bit more in the water. He stared at the ceiling with the back of his hard pressed against the porcelain rim.

After a long time he grabbed the bar of soap with trembling hands and started scrubbing himself.