Playing and cock-blocked

The hot tub turns into a steamy tangle of hands and whispered giggles.

Savannah keeps her shy grip on the base of his shaft, stroking slowly, almost reverently. Madison takes the head, thumb circling the tip each time it breaks the surface of the bubbles. Chloe alternates between massaging his balls and leaning in to nip at his ear, her freckled breasts pressed tight against his arm. Nick’s hands roam freely—squeezing Madison’s firm ass, sliding under Savannah’s bikini top to palm one heavy, soft breast, fingers teasing Chloe’s nipple until she moans into his neck.

The water churns around them, masking the wet sounds of stroking and the soft gasps that escape whenever one of them finds a particularly good rhythm.

They’re lost in it—eyes half-lidded, breaths coming faster—when the sliding glass door opens in the distance.

Angela steps back out onto the deck in fresh shorts and a loose tank top, hair pulled into a ponytail, carrying a tray of fresh drinks like nothing happened.

The shift is instantaneous.

Hands vanish under the water. Bodies scoot apart just enough to look casual. Savannah’s face flushes crimson as she sinks lower, bubbles hiding her chest. Madison flashes a wicked grin but leans back innocently. Chloe splashes water at Nick playfully, as if they’d just been horsing around.

Angela sets the tray down on the ledge, voice bright and ****. “Feeling better. Brought refills.”

The girls chirp thanks, grabbing drinks like nothing was happening seconds ago. Nick adjusts his trunks under the water—cock still hard and aching—and forces a neutral smile, but his eyes bore into Angela. She avoids his gaze entirely.

Conversation reboots: safe topics—classes, spring break plans, the party they’re all hitting on New Year’s Eve.

Madison leans over the edge toward him, voice teasing. “You should come with us, Nick. It’s at this house in the Hollywood Hills—insane view for the fireworks. Tons of people, open bar, the whole thing.”

Chloe nods enthusiastically. “Yeah, you’d fit right in.”

Savannah glances at him shyly over her glass, cheeks still pink. “It’ll be fun.”

Nick lets a slow grin spread. “I’m in.”

The girls cheer lightly, clinking plastic cups.

An hour later the sun is low, and they decide to head out—need to get ready for pre-game plans tonight, they say. Towels wrapped, bikinis barely retied, they gather their things. Angela walks them to the driveway, all hugs and promises to text details about the party.

Nick stays by the pool, watching as the white Jeep and Madison’s car disappear down the drive.

The gate closes.

The house falls quiet again.

He climbs out of the hot tub, water streaming off him, cock finally softening but frustration burning hot in his chest.

Angela is inside now, probably in the kitchen cleaning up the tray.

Nick grabs his towel, slings it over his shoulder, and heads in through the sliding door.

Time to confront his sister for cock-blocking him right when things were getting good.