“Me?” She moved her gaze to Hotsuma. “This… we… Hotsuma, you can’t be okay with this?”
“I’m not. You’re my wife, Lulu. Mine.” Hotsuma looked down at himself. “But this is Masato’s body. No matter that it resembles the one I used to have when I was alive, it still belongs to him.”
Masato said, “And I think I should get something for not demanding it back.”
Lulu shook her head. “No. No. Absolutely not. I don’t love you, Masato. I don’t even like you.”
“You might not like me, but I know something you do like.” He closed a fist around his dick and wagged it at her.
She looked away from his display but not before her pussy twitched and her heartbeat sped up. Her body was reacting even if she wanted it otherwise. Damn Masato for that trick he’d pulled in the shower. Thanks to that, her body knew what he could do and craved to feel it again. She would be lying to herself if she tried to deny it.
Hotsuma said, “We could switch. The three of us could come together one last time so Masato can have his body back.”
“No!” Masato and Lulu yelled in unison.
Masato sliced his hand across the air, splashing water over the ground. “Nothing doing, Uncle. I don’t want it. I take that body back and I have to deal with all the family’s shit all over again. Fuck that.”
Lulu said, “Hotsuma, even if we do that, I’m still married to Masato… on paper. Nothing would change. And you want to be solid. You want a body. Being back in the water permanently would kill you slowly. I don’t want to watch that.”
Hotsuma swung his gaze from Lulu to Masato and back again. “I can’t watch you with him.”
“It’s just sex.” Lulu cupped his face and kissed his lips. “I love you, Hotsuma. Nothing has changed that and nothing ever will.”
She didn’t think too hard about switching her stance. Hotsuma’s solution wasn’t an option. If accepting Masato kept Hotsuma from trying to go back to water, she would do it.
Masato came up behind her, crowding her back and pushing her against Hotsuma. “Think of me like a vibrator, Uncle. Your wife has one and you know she uses it, but you’re the one she prefers.”
Lulu nodded, bumping the back of her head against Masato’s face. He shifted to the side and licked her neck. Hotsuma glared at him, but said nothing. Lulu took that as a good sign.
She kissed Hotsuma again. It took a few heartbeats before he warmed to it and made it deeper. His tongue danced with hers as the kiss reaffirmed the one thing they both knew for certain -- they loved each other.
A muffled yelp escaped into Hotsuma’s mouth when Masato dipped one hand down the back of her pants so he could rub his finger over her asshole. He said, “And sometimes you take the vibrator to bed with you because you like seeing her reactions when she plays with her favorite toy.”
Hotsuma pulled back from Lulu and glared at Masato. “Sometimes. On rare occasions.”
“Fair enough. I can always get her in the shower when you’re not home.”
Lulu started to say something but her words came out as a begging whimper when Masato pushed the tip of his finger into her puckered hole. She couldn’t help the way she shimmied her hips, which rubbed her against Hotsuma’s hard arousal.
Hotsuma wasn’t happy with the situation but she already knew he had no issues sharing her. He’d already done it three times, though the first time hadn’t been with his knowledge or consent. From the way Hotsuma started removing his jacket and tie, Lulu surmised he was about to make it a fourth.
Masato used his free hand to unbutton her pants. He removed the finger he’d been teasing her with so he could push her pants down her legs and then tossed them aside after she stepped out of them. Instead of going back to fingering her, he went to his knees and spread her cheeks so he could tickle her asshole with the tip of his tongue.
Lulu cried out and her legs went weak. Hotsuma caught her with his arm around her waist before she could fall. He slipped two fingers into her pussy, and her sounds of pleasure turned to pleas for more.
Hotsuma bent down and clamped his mouth around one of her nipples. He sucked and nipped at it before switching to the other. Lulu leaned into him and pushed her ass back, opening her to more of Masato’s attention. He kneaded one cheek as his finger took the place of his tongue and he kissed his way up to her lower back.
She didn’t know when it started, but they were rocking. All three of them moved in a slight back and forth motion. Whether she was doing it or the men were guiding her hips with the fingers they used to pleasure her holes, she couldn’t tell. She added a roll to her body that had Masato making a rumbling noise against her back.
He kissed and licked his way to her shoulders then her neck. The finger in her asshole started expanding and lengthening. Lulu let out a loud, passion-filled moan at the sensation of Masato’s dick forming inside her. He cupped her hip with one hand, reached around her waist and rubbed her clit with the other, and bumped his hips against hers as he moved.
Lulu bit her lip, but that didn’t stop the pleasured noises she made. In front of her, Hotsuma backed away and sat on a bench made of water. He opened his pants, pulled his dick out and stroked it as he watched her and Masato. Lulu couldn’t take her eyes off his hard member. She wanted to feel it buried in her pussy, stretching and rubbing her inside.
Against her neck Masato asked, “You want him, don’t you?”
“Always,” Lulu rasped, licking her lips.
He urged her legs apart and spread her pussy lips. Her juices dripped down her leg. Masato rubbed her clit harder. “Look at the way she’s drooling for you, Uncle.”
Hotsuma nodded. “I see.” He moved his hand faster, pumping his shaft.
Water from the hot springs crept out of the pool and surrounded Lulu’s and Masato’s feet. She gasped when they slid forward on that water, bringing her closer to Hotsuma, who leaned back to accommodate her position. He kissed her surprised lips as he cupped her hips and guided her down.
Her pussy welcomed his hard length, sucking him deep. She settled onto his lap with a swirl of her hips that made Hotsuma and Masato groan in appreciation. They did it again when she started bouncing her hips, riding both men.
Hotsuma gripped her ass while Masato’s hands settled on her waist. Control of the pace switched from her to them as the men worked together to move her body so she took them both as deep as they could go at the same time.
“Oh, yes! Ah! Ooooh!” Lulu’s voice warbled because of the movement. She switched between moaning and panting, biting her lips and sucking them.
The sensation of water sliding between her body and Hotsuma’s didn’t make sense to Lulu until she felt it gliding over her clit. The water rubbed and swirled, pulling a scream of ecstasy from her. She arched her back as she orgasmed.
Her pleasure doubled when she felt Hotsuma and Masato releasing hot liquid into her depths. Masato pulled out first after a grunting sigh. He laid a soft kiss on her lower back while Hotsuma reached up and grabbed the back of her head. He pulled her down to his mouth for a hard kiss that felt rougher than usual.
Lulu opened to the kiss, even enjoyed it, but she couldn’t push aside the feeling of it not being right. Hotsuma didn’t kiss like this, but Masato did. When he ended the kiss, she stared into his eyes. Had Hotsuma and Masato switched after all?
“Hotsuma?”
“Right here.” He kissed her nose and then smiled at her. “We didn’t switch.”
She sagged against him in relief. Her sigh turned to a muted moan of renewed pleasure as he slid his dick from her body. She shivered at the cool air that brushed her heated flesh.
Hotsuma sat up with her cradled on his lap and his arms around her waist.
Masato said, “Maybe next time we can switch for a few hours. Let me stretch my real legs for a while.”
Hotsuma tightened his hold on Lulu and said in an annoyed voice, “Next time is going to be a long time coming.”
Lulu couldn’t help
it. She laughed. They had come together without the world ending. She still loved Hotsuma and he still loved her. Both of them tolerated Masato. Their relationship might not be ideal, but it would work. They would be happy.
Epilogue
Nine Years Later
Lulu reached under the sofa and retrieved a binder from its hiding place. “Makoto, I found it.”
The seven-year-old ran over to her. “Thanks, Mom.” He grabbed the binder and stuffed it into his backpack.
“Where’s Minoru?”
“Helping Sachi and Suzu with their breakfast.”
“Helping with their --”
“Mommy, make him stop!” The little girls’ angry voices blended into one.
Lulu groaned as she pushed to her feet and headed for the kitchen. To Makoto, she said, “Go stand by the door and don’t move.”
Makoto saluted her and rushed to the front door.
She entered the kitchen and found Makoto’s twin Minoru helping himself to Suzuko’s and Sachiko’s bacon. Typical morning in the Mizuno household. She snapped, “Minoru, out. Now.”
The little boy said, “They aren’t eating fast enough. I was helping.”
Suzuko pointed at her brother. “He’s eating our bacon. We were saving it for last.”
“Yeah,” Sachiko said.
Lulu went to the pan and pulled out the last four strips of bacon. She wrapped them in a paper towel and then held it out. “Sachiko, here. Share with your sister.”
The little girl ran over and took the bacon. “Thanks, Mommy.”
“Yes. Good. Everyone happy?”
The kids nodded. The bacon hanging from Minoru’s lips bobbed up and down. That was as good as it would get.
Lulu pointed to the kitchen door. “Out. Get your stuff and get down to the limo. I don’t want you getting to school late.”
“Okay,” the kids said in unison. They shuffled out of the kitchen with Sachiko guarding the bacon like a precious treasure.
When Lulu had imagined having children, she had never thought they would be taking a limo to school. A limo. For elementary school kids. Her plans to raise her children so they weren’t privileged and spoiled were going out the window. She blamed her husband’s family. They refused to let her raise her children in any way that might be mistaken for ordinary.
But she had known the Mizuno family would never leave them alone once they found out Sachiko and Suzuko were both ageman. The identical twin girls had both inherited their father’s power while Minoru and Makoto, her identical twin boys, had inherited her nullifier powers. So far as Lulu could tell, her boys inheriting her powers meant they could get in and out of locked rooms to play pranks on the hotel guests because that was all they used them for.
Their saving grace was that no one knew the boys were behind the pranks, and it was never anything too malicious -- building pyramids with the pillows or hiding the TV remotes. Lulu was convinced they’d inherited their mischievous attitude from Masato. He was proud of that fact.
She went to the front door to see her kids off. They each wore their backpacks and looked sharp in their school uniforms that denoted they went to the best private school in the state. “Everybody got everything?”
“Yes,” the kids said in unison.
“Good. Get downstairs. Be careful, and I’ll see you when you get home.”
The kids waved at her as they raced to the door that led to the stairwell.
Lulu yelled, “Wait! Don’t take the…” She gave up when the door closed behind them. Shaking her head, she asked the air, “Why do they always take the stairs?”
“Think of it as exercise,” Hotsuma said, coming in from the balcony. He must have used the hot spring to transport again. He refused to use the elevators, much like his children. “Good morning.”
“According to who?” She giggled when he pulled her close for a kiss.
Before his lips touched hers, he looked to the side and frowned. “Minoru, put Sachiko down now. No piggybacking while you’re on the stairs.” He paused. “I said no, young man.”
Lulu held her breath. The only reason she didn’t worry more about the kids taking the stairs was because there were fire extinguisher spigots at every landing, which meant Hotsuma or Masato could keep an eye on them.
Hotsuma said, “Thank you. Now walk like normal.” He sighed and shook his head. “I’m beginning to think the boys might be Masato’s. They resemble him more than me, and we were switched that one time.”
“You might be right. Though it’s not like we can take a paternity test to find out.”
He shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. Him or me, it’s the same body.”
“Speaking of… Let me go rescue my last born from him.” Lulu rushed to the bathroom, but had to stop in the doorway. The entire floor was covered in water. “Masato! I told you to give Aoi a bath, not drench the place!”
Masato gestured to the tub where Aoi, Lulu’s one-year-old son, sat on top of a waterspout. “I am giving him a bath. Or I was. He did all this himself.”
Lulu closed her eyes and prayed for strength. Aoi was the only child to inherit control of water. She thanked God for that small favor every single day. Bath time became that much more interesting when the child could fling an entire tubful of water across the room.
She took a bracing breath and then waded into the room and retrieved her son. He laughed and waved his arms, making the water on the floor spin until it formed tiny funnels. She tweaked his nose. “Yes, yes, you’re very clever.”
Masato said, “Don’t worry. It’s an easy fix.” He swept his hand to the side. The water rushed into the tub and disappeared down the drain, leaving the floor dry. “See? All better.”
She walked away without comment. Of all her children, she worried about Aoi the most. His powers could get him into trouble in the future if he let the wrong person catch him using them.
As though hearing her thoughts, Hotsuma said, “It’ll be okay, Lulu. Once Aoi is older, Masato and I will teach him to better control his powers and not to use them in public. He’ll be fine, just like his siblings.”
“I hope so. I really hope so.” She hugged Aoi close. “I don’t want him ending up some lab rat, but I don’t want to keep him locked away from the world, either.”
“Neither of those things will happen. I promise you. He is a Mizuno. Between Sachiko, Suzuko, and I, our powers will ensure no one ever catches him. He’ll be fine.” Hotsuma kissed her neck and then moved her shirt aside so he could place a kiss on her shoulder. “It’s his naptime, right?”
Lulu moved away from him. “Oh, no you don’t. Sex during naptime is how we got this one.”
“Yes it is. You had to keep your voice down so you didn’t wake the children. I remember you enjoying yourself quite a bit.”
“Me too,” Masato said, coming out of the bathroom.
Aoi yawned wide, blowing milk-scented air into her face. She rubbed his back when he laid his head on her shoulder. She nodded. “You’re right. It is his naptime.”
Masato and Hotsuma shared a grin. They would be sharing her in a few minutes. She looked at the two men in turn. One in a regular body and the other in a body made of water. Lulu couldn’t remember when the boundaries and cold acceptance fell away, allowing her, Hotsuma, and Masato to enter into the loving relationship they now had. It had happened though.
One day Hotsuma stopped glaring every time Masato touched Lulu. Masato stopped doing things to goad Hotsuma. And Lulu found that she felt more than lust for Masato. Their love created five beautiful children.
She walked to the nursery but said over her shoulder, “After I put him down, I’ll see you two on the balcony.”
Masato held his fist out to Hotsuma, who bumped it with his own. The men headed for the balcony. Hotsuma said something and clapped Masato on the back a few times. Masato laughed then nodded. Lulu smiled at them both then entered the nursery.
She placed Aoi in his crib and pushed his favorite plush dolphin near his sid
e. He curled around it, falling asleep before Lulu straightened to leave. She closed the nursery door softly behind her then headed for her men.
Hotsuma and Masato stood on the surface of the hot springs talking. When Lulu stepped onto the balcony, they looked her way and each held one hand out to her. She started unbuttoning her blouse as she walked across the water to them. No matter how they’d started the journey, Lulu was happy they were doing it together.
Zenobia Renquist
Whether as D. Reneé Bagby or Zenobia Renquist, Reneé lives in her imagination. When not traveling through her fantasy worlds, she can be found in Hawaii living with her husband and two cats.
She is an Air Force brat turned Air Force wife, which means she’s accustomed to travel and does it whenever possible (so long as she doesn’t have to fly). Her favorite pastime is torturing her characters on their way to happily-ever-after for the enjoyment of her readers.
On the few occasions her muse flees the scene of the crime, Reneé likes to read (comics, manga, and romance), go to the movies, play a few levels of whichever puzzle game has hijacked her interest or experiment with a new chain mail weave.
Visit her websites at http://dreneebagby.com and http://zenobiarenquist.com.
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