Okay, so house to ourselves. Pretty much the dream when you’re 18 and itching for some freedom, right? And Michael, being the cool older brother at 19, he’s totally on board. We ordered a mountain of pizza, enough beer to sink a small ship, and blasted our favourite tunes. By the time our parents were actually pulling out of the driveway, we were already cracking open the first six-pack, laughter bubbling up like crazy.
The night just escalated. One minute we were playing video games, the next we were belting out karaoke – terribly, might I add, but who cares? Then Michael, with this goofy grin, suggests the hot tub. Like, duh, of course, the hot tub! It’s literally in our backyard, mocking us all winter. So, we’re stumbling out there, beer in hand, the night air a welcome chill against my already flushed cheeks.
Stepping into that hot tub? Instant heaven. The jets started up, swirling hot water all around me, instantly melting away any stress – or maybe that was just the alcohol kicking in harder. Steam rose, carrying the chlorine smell, but honestly, mixed with the yeasty scent of our beers and the night-blooming jasmine from Mom’s garden, it was kind of intoxicating.
I leaned back against the hot tub wall, letting the jets massage my lower back. God, it felt good. My bikini, a bright pink thing, suddenly felt… constricting. Did it always feel this tight? Maybe I’d had too much pizza. Or maybe it was just the warmth making my skin all sensitive.
Michael splashed in beside me, grinning wider than ever. “Dude, this is the life, huh?” He bumped my shoulder playfully, and even that small touch sent a little shiver down my arm. We started tossing jokes back and forth, the kind of stupid stuff you only say when you’re a little drunk and feeling invincible. But even through the laughter, I could feel something shifting, something underneath the surface.
Was it the beer? Or was it the way the underwater lights turned the water a deep, inviting blue, making everything seem a little softer, a little dreamier? Michael’s sitting closer now, our knees bumping under the swirling water. His arm is resting on the edge of the tub, and his bicep flexes when he reaches for his beer. Damn, he’s been hitting the gym. When did he get so… noticeable?
He catches me looking, and his grin softens, turning into something… warmer. “You okay, Mia?” he asks, voice lower now, almost husky.
“Yeah, just… relaxed,” I say, a little breathlessly. Relaxed and… something else. My chest feels tight, and my nipples are definitely beading under my bikini top. Is it just the hot water making me this sensitive, or is it… him?
His gaze flickers down, just for a second, to my chest, then back up to my eyes. And in that second, I swear, the air in the hot tub got even hotter. His eyes are darker in the dim light, and there’s something in them I haven’t seen before. Something that makes my stomach do a little flip.
“You look… really good, Mia,” he mumbles, almost like he didn’t mean to say it out loud.
My breath hitches. Did he just…? “Thanks,” I manage to whisper, my voice sounding way too shaky. My heart is hammering against my ribs now, and I can feel the pulse thumping in my ears. The water around me feels like it’s turned up about ten degrees.
He shifts closer again, and this time, his knee doesn’t just bump mine. It rests there, warm and solid against my thigh. He’s looking at me, really looking at me, like he’s trying to see right through me. And honestly? I kind of want him to.
“You know,” he says, his voice even softer now, “we haven’t had a night like this, just us, in ages.”
“Yeah,” I agree, my voice barely a whisper. A night like this… where everything feels different. Where the brother-sister lines are blurring, just a little. Or maybe a lot.
His hand, the one that was holding his beer, is no longer holding it. It’s hanging in the water, dangerously close to my thigh. Is he going to touch me? Is he even thinking about it? Because I’m definitely thinking about it. I’m thinking about his hand on my skin, about his touch not being brotherly anymore.
He must see something in my eyes, because his hand moves. Slowly, deliberately, it slides along my thigh, the water slick and warm between us. His fingers brush against the edge of my bikini bottoms, sending another jolt of heat straight through me.
“Mia,” he breathes, my name sounding like a question, a plea.
And suddenly, all the laughter, all the beer, all the brother-sister stuff just… fades away. There’s just him and me, in this steaming hot tub, under the moonlight, and this feeling, this intense, forbidden feeling, pulling us closer.
I lean in, just a little, my eyes locked on his. “Michael,” I whisper back, my voice husky now too.
His hand tightens on my thigh, and he pulls me just a fraction closer, so our bodies are almost touching. I can feel the heat radiating off him, feel the tension in his muscles. His gaze drops to my lips, then back up to my eyes, and I know, just know, what he’s thinking. What we’re both thinking.
He reaches up with his other hand, cupping my face, his thumb stroking gently along my jawline. And then, he kisses me.
Not a brotherly kiss. Not even a friendly kiss. This is a kiss that sends sparks flying, a kiss that tastes like beer and something wilder, something desperate. His lips are firm and warm against mine, and his tongue slips in, exploring, tasting, igniting a fire that’s been simmering just below the surface all night.
My hands come up to grip his shoulders, my fingers digging into the wet skin. I kiss him back, just as desperately, just as hungrily. Years of being ‘just siblings’ seem to melt away with every touch, every taste. This feels so wrong, but God, it feels so right.
We break apart, breathless, our foreheads touching. The only sound is the bubbling of the jets, suddenly loud in the silence. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide. Mine probably are too.
“Mia,” he says again, my name a ragged breath. “I… I shouldn’t…”
“But you want to,” I finish for him, my voice trembling. Because I know he does. I can see it in his eyes, feel it in the way his body is pressed against mine, even through the water. And I want to too. More than I’ve ever wanted anything.
He doesn’t say anything, just looks at me, his eyes roaming over my face, my neck, lingering on my chest. My bikini top feels like it’s barely containing me now. My tits are practically begging to be free, aching with a need I can’t ignore.
He follows my gaze down to my breasts, and his breath hitches again. He reaches out, slowly, hesitantly, and brushes his fingertips against the side of my breast, just above the edge of my bikini.
A jolt of pure electricity shoots through me. My breath catches in my throat. “Michael,” I gasp, my body arching slightly towards him, wanting more, needing more.
His hand cups my breast now, his fingers tracing the curve, feeling the fullness. He squeezes gently, and a moan escapes my lips before I can stop it. He’s still looking at me, his eyes burning with desire.
“Are you sure?” he whispers, his voice hoarse.
“Yes,” I breathe, “so sure.”
And that’s all the permission he needs. His other hand comes up, and he unclips the back of my bikini top. The straps loosen, and my breasts spill out of the fabric, exposed to the cool night air and his hungry gaze.
He stares at them for a long moment, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Then, he reaches out again, this time with both hands, cupping and lifting, his thumbs teasing my nipples. They’re hard and aching, begging for his touch. And God, his touch is incredible.
He leans down, and his lips close over one nipple, sucking and pulling, sending waves of pleasure through my entire body. I moan again, louder this time, my hands tangling in his wet hair, holding him close. The hot tub jets are roaring in my ears, but all I can hear is the pounding of my heart, the rasp of his breath, the wet sounds of his mouth on my skin.
He moves to my other breast, lavishing the same attention, sucking and teasing until I’m arching my back, my hips pressing against his in the water. I want him inside me, now. The need is a burning ache in my core, a raw, desperate craving.
He pulls back, his eyes dark and intense. He reaches down, his hands sliding under the water, finding the ties of my bikini bottoms. He tugs them loose, and they float away, sinking to the bottom of the hot tub. Now, there’s nothing between us. Nothing but water and desire.
He stands up in the hot tub, the water swirling around his waist. I stand up too, facing him, my body trembling with anticipation. He’s hard, clearly, even in the dim light I can see the bulge in his swim trunks. And he’s looking at me like he wants to devour me.
“Come here,” he rasps, reaching for me. I step closer, into his arms, my body pressed against his. The water is still swirling around us, but all I can feel is him, his hard body against mine, his hands on my bare skin.
He lifts one of my legs, wrapping it around his waist. I gasp, the sudden angle opening me up to him, right there in the hot tub. He’s holding me tight, my leg braced against his hip, and he’s looking down at me, his eyes filled with need.
“Mia,” he whispers, “are you really sure?”
“Just do it, Michael,” I plead, my voice thick with desire. I need him, now. I need to feel him inside me.
He doesn’t hesitate. Guiding himself, he presses against me, pushing slowly, deliberately inside. It’s tight, so tight, but the hot water helps, easing him in. And then he’s there, inside me, filling me, stretching me, and it feels… incredible. Raw and primal and unbelievably hot.
He starts to move, slowly at first, then harder, faster, his hands gripping my ass, holding me tight against him. The hot tub water splashes around us, the jets are still going, a constant hum in the background, but all I can feel is him, inside me, moving, driving me wild.
I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him fiercely, my body writhing against his. The pleasure is building, wave after wave crashing over me. He’s groaning now, his breath hot against my neck.
“Mia… fuck,” he gasps, thrusting harder, deeper.
“Ahhh M-Michael ahh yeah, ahh,” I was panting as he fucked me in the hot tub as he squeezed my ass pumping me hard.
“Fuck, Mia, you feel so good,” Michael groans, his hips slamming against mine, the water churning around us. His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass, pulling me harder onto his cock with each thrust. I can barely catch my breath, the pleasure overwhelming me as he pounds into me, the hot tub jets massaging my clit with every movement.
“Dad would be mad if he ever f-found ahh out that your fucking his…. ahh princess. Suck my tits,” I demanded as I just relaxed into his shoulder.
He leans down, his lips closing around one of my nipples, sucking hard as he continues to thrust into me. The dual sensation of his mouth and his cock has me seeing stars. I arch my back, pressing myself further into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair.
“Mmm, fuck, Mia,” Michael groans against my breast, his teeth grazing my nipple. The combination of his mouth and his relentless thrusting is pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I can feel my orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure in my belly that’s about to snap.
“Yes, Michael, just like that,” I pant, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
“Don’t worry I won’t, by the way nice ass,” He said squeezing it hard and I drill my dick hard up her pussy.
“Ahhh… just a… nice ass,” I panted oh fuck he was so good. “is it only my… ahh.. ass you like.”
He pulls back, his eyes dark and intense as they rake over my body. “No,” he says, his voice low and husky.”I like everything about you, Mia. Your ass, your tits, your face… fuck, even your smart mouth.” He punctuates his words with a sharp thrust, hitting a spot inside me that makes me cry out.
His hand slides from my ass to my hip, then up to my stomach, my ribs, until he’s cupping my breast again. He squeezes, his thumb and forefinger pinching my nipple. “I like how responsive you are,” he murmurs, leaning down to suck a mark onto my neck. “How you react to every touch. Oh, and I defiantly love your pussy hole.”
His words send a fresh wave of heat through me, and I grind my hips against him, taking him even deeper. The way he said he loves my pussy hole, fuck. The pleasure is intense, fuck is cock hammered me well. I want more. I want all of him. “Harder,” I demand, my voice breathless and needy. “Fuckme harder, Michael.”
He obliges, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigour. The water churns violently around us, sloshing over the sides of the hot tub. I can feel the heat of his body, the strength of his muscles as he holds me, lifts me, slams me down onto his cock again and again. “Yes, yes, fuck yes!”I scream, my voice echoing in the night air. I don’t care who hears us. All I care about is this moment, this feeling, this incredible, forbidden pleasure.
His hand slides from my breast, down my stomach, between my legs.
His fingers find my clit, circling and pressing, adding another layer of sensation to the overwhelming pleasure. I throw my head back, my mouth open in a silent scream as the coil inside me finally snaps. My orgasm crashes over me, wave after wave of intense, mind-numbing pleasure. I convulse in his arms, my pussy clenching around his cock, milking him.
“Fuck, Mia, yes!” Michael groans, his hips stuttering as he follows me over the edge. I can feel him pulsing inside me, filling me with his hot release. He buries his face in my neck, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. We stay like that for a long moment, wrapped around each other, panting and trembling in the aftermath. The hot tub water laps gently around us, the jets still bubbling away, as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened. But everything has changed. Everything.
As we come down from our high, Michael pulls out slowly, his softening cock slipping from my well-used pussy. I can feel his cum starting to leak out of me, mixing with the hot tub water. He watches, his eyes dark with satisfaction, as some of it drips down my thigh.
“Look at that,” he murmurs, his fingers trailing through the mess. “I marked you up good.”
I shiver at his touch, at the possessiveness in his voice. “Yeah,” I breathe, leaning into him. “You did.” He pulls me close, wrapping his arms around me. We stay like that for a while, just holding each other, the hot tub jets massaging our tired muscles. The night air is cool against our heated skin, and I can hear the distant sound of a dog barking, a reminder that the world exists beyond this moment. But for now, it’s just us.