Wet: Overflow (10 page)

“What makes you think I can’t hop from body to body?”

Takumi sobered.

“The Mizuno family will do anything to ensure my powers remain, including offering up sacrifices for me to inhabit. I gain the memories of the host body when I take it over, allowing me to blend in flawlessly.”

“It doesn’t matter. We won’t stop. We’ll never stop. The Mizunos owe us for the wrong they committed against our ancestor. Ichiro Mizuno will be avenged.”

“Avenged? His betrayal of the family almost ruined it. He should be glad Kazuko didn’t have him and his followers killed. Banishment was the leniency she showed him, against the wishes of the family, because he was her beloved twin.”

“She stole his rightful place as head of the family.”

“What lies have you been told? The Mizuno family has always passed the title through the first-born female. Her husband is adopted into the family and made the head. Ichiro refused to accept that and wanted the title for himself. He took me from my resting place in the family shrine, brought me to America, and then dumped me down a well.”

“But his diary said --”

“Lies. All lies. I was there. I saw it all happen. Ichiro Mizuno betrayed his family and has had his descendants dancing around like puppets on a string to carry out a revenge he doesn’t deserve.”

“But… but…”

Lulu’s heart went out to the man. Being confronted with the truth seemed to break his spirit. He slumped in the water with his head bowed. She placed her hand on Hotsuma’s shoulder. “That’s enough.” She asked Takumi, “Right? You’re done? This is over?”

Takumi nodded and then shook his head. “Waste. A complete waste. We were always taught Ichiro Mizuno was usurped and he ran from the family to save his life.”

Hotsuma said, “Ichiro Mizuno was a spoiled, willful brat who took things too far. But I bear him no grudge. His actions set in motion my meeting with my wife.” He threaded his fingers with Lulu’s and brought her hand up to his lips. “I wouldn’t have known this joy or gotten my new freedom if not for his selfish act.”

While Lulu wanted to bask in the glow of Hotsuma’s words, she couldn’t tell if he spoke the truth or was lying for Takumi’s benefit. He’d already lied and told several half-truths that all sounded genuine. Was this another?

Takumi said, “I’m done. We’re done. It’s over.”

“Good.” Hotsuma released Lulu’s hand and then pointed at Takumi. The man rose above the water to stand on the surface. He looked scared. Hotsuma said, “You and your family will leave quietly. Onsen will re-open next Saturday, and your family members will not show up to work.”

“Of course.”

“If any of you ever think to cross me or mine again, consider one thing -- the world is seventy percent water, and I’ll use it against you.” Hotsuma dropped his hand against his side.

Takumi fell into the water and then disappeared.

Masato rose up and walked across the water to the edge of the pool. “The Babas are on their way out the door. Each of them dry as bone and scared shitless. Good job, Uncle.”

Hotsuma said, “Let’s hope they never call my bluff. I can only manipulate water within a two-mile radius. And the farther away it is, the less I can do.”

“They won’t chance it.”

Lulu walked away, headed for the master bedroom and much-needed rest. The biggest obstacle had been cleared. There was one left, but she didn’t have the mental or physical strength to deal with it. Not yet.

She entered the bedroom, closed the door, and then locked it. If Hotsuma or Masato wanted in, they could bypass the lock easily. Her hope was that they wouldn’t. She trudged to the bed, crawled beneath the sheets, and curled into a ball.

A dull ache started in her shoulder, reminding her of the past and making her worry for the future. Hotsuma and Masato had worked together to solve the family crisis, but would that cooperation continue when the issue of their relationship became the topic? Lulu fell asleep thinking about her feelings for Hotsuma and for Masato.

The next morning, Lulu felt refreshed but scared. She opened the door slowly and peeked out. Neither Hotsuma nor Masato were in the living room. She left the room, headed for the balcony. That was where she’d left them last night. It was silly to think they would still be there, but she went anyway.

The balcony was empty. Lulu pushed open the glass doors and enjoyed the cool morning breeze and the way the rising sun made the water of the hot spring sparkle.

“Good morning, Lulu.” Hotsuma walked out of the water. His suit should have been soaked, but it was dry.

Behind him, Masato formed a body and walked toward her across the surface of the water.

She said to Hotsuma, “I see you’re making good use of your renewed talent.”

“Elevators are too slow. I wanted to be here when you woke so we could talk.” Hotsuma glanced over his shoulder at Masato. “All of us.”

Lulu sighed in resignation. She didn’t want to have this conversation but knew it had to happen.

Masato said, “I’m not backing down and I’m not going away. You’re fucking her with my body, Uncle. I’m just collecting what’s owed to me.”

Lulu asked, “So I’m a debt now? Every time Hotsuma and I have sex, I have to have sex with you to make it fair and balanced? Is that how this is going to work?” She met Hotsuma’s gaze. “Is that the deal you made with him in the beginning since you knew all along he was there?”

Hotsuma said quickly, “I didn’t always know, Lulu. I found out the same day you did. That was the call I received that night. Masato used the phone in my office to call me away.”

“And what? You just stood back and waited while he fucked me in the shower?”

“No!”

Masato cut between them and pushed them apart. “Time out. Let’s set some things straight.” He faced Lulu. “I told Uncle the same lie I told you, Lulu. He had to turn a blind eye or I would alert the family to my continued existence. Of course he told me to go fuck myself, but he had to back down when I reminded him that he was the only person standing between you and the family’s wrath. A wrath that would put you and probably everyone you love through hell after locking him back in his prison.”

Lulu hugged her arms as she shook her head. “You are such a bastard, Masato.”

“I made an indecent proposal, so sue me. You enjoyed it.” He grinned as he put his face close to hers and forced her to meet his gaze. “You enjoyed it a lot. You enjoyed it even more when it was both of us. Admit it.”

She pressed her lips together, refusing to tell the truth or utter a lie. Besides, Masato and Hotsuma already knew the answer.

Masato said, “Face it, sweetheart. You ended up with a two-fer. Now the question of the hour is whether or not you’ll accept it.”

“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.