The Jacuzzi Ch. 01

Jason took a tentative step toward the Jacuzzi, and Megan found her gaze traveling to her brother's midsection. His boxer-briefs looked soft and comfortable, and they were snug. She could easily see his bulge. She knew he was a good size down there. The last time she'd had even so much as an accidental glance at his penis had been when they were young kids, but at a family gathering a few years ago, and after perhaps one glass of wine too many, Megan and Jason's wife Theresa had started talking about their men's "junk." Theresa had confided that it took her "a while" to get used to his size...

"Would you like to take a picture, it'll last longer."

Megan blinked. "What?"

Jason chuckled. "Never mind." He got in using the steps, pausing on each one to get used to the heat. "I can't believe you just dropped into this. It's boiling."

"I love it," Megan said, leaning back but not quite closing her eyes. Until he got deeper into the water, he was still giving her a bit of a show, and in her tipsy state she wanted to enjoy another moment of it. "I try to take a nice relaxing bath at least once a week," she went on, "I guess I'm used to it."

She let her eyes close fully once he was waist-deep in the water. She heard a bit of splashing as he moved to find a comfortable spot. Depending on where one sat, one could have a jet aimed the spine, to either side, even a row of three up the back...their dad had been really creative. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Jason sitting along the same side as her, about six feet away, sipping his drink and starring thoughtfully into the churning steamy water.

For several minutes they just soaked. Sipped and soaked. The soothing heat of the water permeated into them, and the collective stress and sadness of the past week finally began to evaporate. It certainly helped that they were also quite loosened up by what was now their third cocktail. Eventually they did start talking again, and it was a trip down Memory Lane. The conversation included a lot of:

"Hey, do you remember that time when we tried to build a treehouse?"

"Dad was ready to kill us when he got home and saw the mess we made out of his favorite oak tree."

"What about that time we cranked up the pool heater and got it as hot as the Jacuzzi?"

"And the two-thousand-dollar gas bill? I think I'm still paying that off..."

They laughed and reminisced, and their alcohol intake contributed toward making even the most mundane anecdotes into the most hilarious adventures that soon had them hooting and slapping the water with uncontrollable laughter.

During a suddenly quiet moment when they were both catching their breath after a particularly hilarious memory, Megan asked Jason, "Do you remember where your favorite jet is?"

Jason raised his eyebrows at her. "Come again?"

Megan nodded toward the far side of the Jacuzzi. "Your favorite water jet."

"Why would I have a favorite?"

"Admit it: you had one."

Despite more or less slowly cooking in a hot tub, Jason blushed. He most certainly had had a favorite jet; it was that one near the middle step. One day, years ago, had found the perfect way to sit in a position that allowed the jet to hit his crotch at just the right angle, just the right amount of pressure to—

"Hey!" he suddenly blurted aloud. "You knew?"

His sister shrugged and flashed that devilish grin of hers. "Pretty much."

"Oh jeez," Jason grimaced, then took a healthy sip.

Megan gave a quick laugh. "I realized one day that you always liked to sit in one particular part of the Jacuzzi when you the only one in it. Anytime I hopped out to go cool off with a few laps in the pool, or layout in the sun, I noticed you would almost always move to your favorite spot and just sort of zone out."

His face turned even more crimson. She was dead-on. All this time he thought he'd been masking his masturbatory pleasure with his best possible deadpan.

He said, "So you even know which jet?"

She nodded and moved neck-deep across the Jacuzzi to the exact spot. She even shifted and sat at more or less the same angle he had sat in so long ago and so many times. She glanced down, then up to Jason.

She moved away from his favorite spot and asked, "How exactly did you get yourself off with this?"

Jason grimaced again. "I'm not going to discuss that with you!"

"Oh, come one, don't be a prude." It was the third time she'd called him that tonight. "You tell me how you used this jet to get you off, and I'll tell you about my favorite spot."

He just stared at her, and she winked at him.

"You mean..." he began.

"Yep," she answered. "Sometimes when it was your turn to jump in the pool to cool off, I would mosey on over to this area—" She demonstrated in real-time, settling into a spot quite close to where her brother was currently sitting. "—and sit in just a way that I could...well, you know."

"Do tell," Jason heard himself saying.

"No, no," she replied, waggling a finger. "You go first."

Jason considered his sister for a moment. He was coming to the realization that, knowing he had been getting himself off with a hot tub jet, rather than be repulsed or disgusted, she'd actually allowed him to do it on multiple occasions.

Still somewhat skeptical, he asked, "You seriously want to know the details?"

Megan nodded. "I have to admit, I'm curious. I always wondered how you pulled it off—if you'll forgive the sort-of pun. I knew you were doing something naughty and self-pleasuring, but I never saw you moving while it was happening."

Jason sipped his drink. What Megan said confirmed that he had succeeded in looking innocent whenever he pleasured himself with the jet. But she had discovered the pattern of the fact that he always sat in exactly the same way whenever he did it. He had had too, otherwise the angle would've been off and he wouldn't have been able to—

"Okay," he said, snapping himself out of his reverie. He waded over toward the jet in question. He looked down into the bubbling water, vividly recalling the pleasure that damned thing had given him. He turned and looked at his sister. She was leaning toward him, eager to hear every detail over the sound of the churning water.

"Okay," he said again, "it was actually rather simple. I would just—" He caught himself, because he had actually started moving to sit as he had done for pleasure back then, but he realized that it would be better to just explain it verbally. He said, "I would sit near the jet in profile, with one leg on the seat, the other hanging down. I would then pull up one leg of my bathing suit to free my, my—"

Megan blurted loudly: "Your cock, Jason, you can say it!" She burst out laughing.

Jason couldn't help but drunkenly giggle, too. "Fine, you little shit. I would free my dick, and then I basically just had to hold it at just the right angle and, well, you know what comes next, if you will also allow a bad pun."

Megan considered for a moment, then said, "So, you never stroked yourself?"

Her brother shook his head. "No, not when I used the jet."

"Wow, so you actually were able to achieve climax with just the pressure hitting you?"

Jason involuntarily blushed again by the fact that his sister was referring to his climax, but he managed to stay on point. "It was a great feeling, because it built up slowly."

"I'll say," she said. "There were times when I wanted to move back from the pool to the Jacuzzi, but when I saw you in 'your spot,' I had to wait until you were finished."

He chuckled and raised his glass in toast. "Thanks, I guess?"

"Of course," she continued, "I usually waited an extra few minutes after you finished, hoping all your disgusting jizz would dissolve."

Jason did do a spit-take with that one, and they both laughed.

"Hey, what can I say?" he said. "Gotta love chlorine and filtration."

They laughed again for several minutes before settling back into quiet drinking, each allowing their eyes to lose focus in the water. Then Jason jerked his head up, remembering something.

"Okay, naughty girl, your turn."

"Really? You're curious how I did it?"

"It's only fair!"

Megan scrunched up her face at her brother for a moment, but then she shrugged, realizing she'd made a deal.

"Okay," she said, beginning her recollection the same way as Jason. She looked over to where her favorite spot was, and, without thinking about it, stood to her full height in the water to cross to it. She heard her brother gasp and glanced over to him. His eyes were clearly directed at her chest. Megan looked down, and only then did she realize that her light, flesh-colored bra was quite useless as a make-shift bikini top due to the fact that it was now completely see-through. She was inadvertently displaying her clearly visible nipples and areola to her brother.

She yelped in embarrassment and dropped back into the water. "Oh god," she moaned, blushing profusely.

"I'm sorry," Jason stammered, "I didn't mean to suddenly stare, it's just--"

"No, no, it's my fault," his sister said quickly, trying to lighten the tension. She even managed a chuckle, "I should've known that this damned thing would become transparent." She looked down at her own chest in the bubbling water. Staying neck-deep in it again, she moved toward her favorite spot.

"Now," she said, clearing her throat. "Where were we?" She glanced around her for a moment. She then used her free hand to feel around for the exact spot. "It's been a while since I did this in here...ah, here it is."

Jason moved a little closer her, quite curious now. He was also, not so subconsciously, hoping to get a good look at his sister's breasts again. He felt a pang of guilt thinking about this, but he thought about it nonetheless.

Megan said, "I didn't use an actual jet, but right down here, toward the edge of the seat, the bubbles come up at a particular...well, frequency, I guess you could say. Here." She took one of Jason's hands and guided it into the water. When they reached the little holes where the bubbles came up, she held his hand there. "Feel it?" she asked.

Jason nodded, and swallowed. He was now very close to Megan, and her breasts were just barely censored by the churning water. He cleared his throat and asked, "So...did you just sit on it or something?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"And the bubbles would...?"

"Tickle my pussy!" Megan blurted, then laughed.

Jason realized she was still keeping his hand over his, over the bubble holes. There was a pause between them that threatened to get awkward. Choosing the safer route out, Jason gently pulled his hand away and put a bit more space between them. He was still curious.

"Did you do it over your bathing suit, or did you, you know...?"

Megan laughed again. She found it adorable how boyishly shy he got when the talk got explicit. She knew he wanted more specific details, so she offered them up: "I kept my bathing suit in place. It's not a good idea to allow too much air to be blown directly into the vagina. Sometimes I would also rub myself over my bathing suit to help things along."

"Wow," Jason said dumbly.

She smiled at him. "To be honest, and not to disappoint you, but I usually did not climax. It just felt damned good, gave me a nice glow."

"You couldn't cum?" Jason surprised himself by asking. The booze was helping.

His sister shrugged and shook her head. "I needed a good amount of time for it to build up. And I was often...interrupted."

"Interrupted? How?"

"It was usually your fault, actually."

"What?!"

Megan said, "You never knew what I was doing, silly, and I never knew when you'd suddenly pop out of the pool, ready to hop back into the Jacuzzi."

"Oh, my god," Jason laughed. "I'm so sorry! I ruined your orgasms!"

They both lost it at that point, suddenly devolving into uncontrollable fits of laughter.

"You owe me at least a dozen!" Megan shouted, and they exploded into another giggle-fest.

Most of whatever booze was left in their glasses was sloshed out. When they finally managed to catch their breath, Megan raised her empty glass at Jason. "I don't think I can handle yet another straight cocktail, but I don't want to lose my buzz. Think we can switch to wine?

"Sure." Jason took her glass. He went to the steps of the hot tub and started to get out. He paused momentarily when he remembered that he was going to flash his sister his underwear-covered butt, but what the hell. He was just happy he didn't have an erection. That would have been awkward.

Megan allowed herself to stare right at her brother's ass as he got out of the tub. The thin material of his undies clung tightly to his glutes, and she could clearly make out his physique. He was in damned fine shape, and she was proud of her brother for maintaining his physical fitness.

In a few moments, Jason returned with a well-chilled bottle of chardonnay and a couple of stemless wine glasses. He was still pretty wet, and his underwear was still quite clingy. So now Megan got a decent look at his front. The bulge of his penis and testicles was prominent, and the women in her instinctively dwelled on what that monster in his shorts might look like when it got hard. As quickly as she wondered this, she blinked quickly and glanced away, hoping Jason hadn't seen her staring.

Jason started stepping back into the hot tub and paused yet again. This time it wasn't over concern about his appearance, but because he saw that Megan's bra was now resting next to her shorts and top.

"Um..." he said, stupidly.

Megan knew what he was referring too and shrugged. "It was getting uncomfortable, and it's not like it was hiding anything anyway, right?"

Jason swallowed and accepted her logic.

"Besides," she continued, "I'm still censored with all these bubbles."

Her brother nodded quietly, finally getting back into the Jacuzzi. He poured their glasses and they clinked. Jason was hoping he wasn't looking as awkward as he was feeling. It was silly of him, because the water was, indeed, obscuring the details of her breasts, so at the moment it didn't matter if she'd still been wearing her bra or not. It's just that now he knew her breasts were bare. And that knowledge sent shifted libido to a notch where it shouldn't be around his own sister.

What Megan did next cranked it a notch further.

With her devilish grin, she scooted over until she was sitting right on her favorite bubble spot. Despite the fact that her own brother was in the hot tub with her, watching her, Megan closed her eyes for a moment and let the bubbles tickle her down there. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes again and looked at her brother. It was very amusing; he did not know what to make of what he was seeing. She liked having him off-guard.

"What? It's not like I'm masturbating in front of you," she teased further.

"Very funny," he said. He shook his head, realizing that he was being taunted. His sister always knew how to press his buttons, but it had never before been in a sexual way. He wondered how far she'd push it. She was like a dog with a bone once she knew she had the upper hand. He decided that he would match her, move for move, quite curious to see where this might go.

She said, "I'm on my favorite spot; why don't you find yours?"

Jason narrowed his eyes at her and took a sip of wine. Oh yes, curious indeed...

Mirroring her challenging look, he waded over to his own spot and sat exactly as he would when he used the jet to get himself off. The siblings stared at each other. They were now starting to play an odd form of chicken that was going in a direction neither had expected, yet neither wanted to stop.

"Well?" Megan asked.

"Well, what?"

"Don't you need to, you know..." She pointed down into the water, toward his crotch.

"Are you serious?" He was a bit more nervous now. Did she really want him to whip his dick out? And if he did, would she suddenly end their little game, victorious at actually making him think that he could get himself off in front of her?

"It's not like I can see anything," she said, splashing a little of the bubbling water.

"You seriously think I'm going to use the jet on myself with you in here with me?"

She glanced down at herself, then back up to him. "Jason, I've been sitting on my bubbles for five minutes now. No reason why I should have all the fun."

He stared at her. Jesus, she was serious. And he was seriously horny now. And erect. Sister or no sister, here was a beautiful half-naked woman giving him permission to get himself off in front of her. Jason had always been faithful to his wife, yet bizarrely, because it was his sister, he didn't get the sense that he was cheating. His mind was whirling, and his cock was straining to be let out.

"I'll do it," he threatened.

"Go for it," she chimed right back. "Whip it out, bro."

He stared at her. She stared at him.

"Fine," she said, "I'll give you some privacy." With that, she closed her eyes and tilted her head slightly to one side, shifting around to find her own pleasurable spot in the Jacuzzi.

Jason stared at her for another long minute. He grimaced at her sense of "privacy." But he was getting hornier by the minute, and his erection was now painfully restrained within his underwear. It was now or never. When he heard his sister let out a little sigh of pleasure, he decided that this was going to happen.

He set his glass down so he could position himself in the water with both hands. Just as he had described earlier, he sat profile against the side of the tub. He felt the jet pressure grazing his thigh. He never took his eyes off of his sister while worked underwater to free his cock. As he was wearing boxer briefs rather than an actual bathing suit, he found it easier to simply pull the front of his briefs down rather than fish his penis out of one of the legs. He let out his own involuntary sigh of relief when his substantial erection was freed. He tucked the front of his briefs down below his balls.

Megan kept her eyes closed, but she smiled when she heard her brother sigh. She instinctively knew that he had pulled his dick out. She assumed it was hard, and she couldn't help but wonder just how big and beautiful his manhood was. Yes, it was her brother, but she really wanted to see what his wife had said "took some time" to get used to. Knowing that she would never actually see it, let alone touch it, it never occurred to her that what she and Jason were doing could be considered cheating.

Having had a lot of practice over the years, it didn't take Jason long to position his erection in just the right way. It couldn't be too close or too far from the jet. Too close, it would actually get painful. Too far, it just wasn't enough pressure to do the job. He managed to line the head of his dick up with the Goldilocks zone, and within seconds he was stifling another moan of pleasure.

He flinched when Megan finally opened her eyes and looked at him. Neither said a word. There was only the sound of churning water. He couldn't believe that he was essentially getting a mechanical "blow job" while his (topless) sister, just a few feet away, was pleasuring herself as well.

"Just like old times?" she asked, her voice husky.

Jason had to clear his throat before answering truthfully: "Oh yeah."

"Good," Megan beamed at him. She was actually happy for her brother. Dealing with their mother's estate had been very taxing, both emotionally and mentally. He deserved a little physical pleasure to get some soothing endorphins released. And, being honest with herself, she deserved some pleasure, too.