American Dad The Hot Tub Novels & Stories

Jo’s voice cut into my trance. “Yeah.” Slipping off my cover was a little harder since you don’t realize how much abs you use on a daily basis. Cade and Jo were already in the water, but Maddox was waiting for me. “Where is the hot tub?” I asked, as Maddox held out his hand for me. “On the other side of that tree. Just follow the path.” Looking over there, it was almost completely hidden from the pool. “The water feels amazing!” Jo said just before she went under and swam a little way up.

He carried me there, my legs wrapped around his waist, his hard cock trapped between us and rubbing against my clit with every step. The bathroom was small but luxurious for a cabin—large tiled shower with a rain head. Marc turned the water on hot and stepped in with me still in his arms. Steam filled the space quickly. He set me down, spun me to face the tiles, and pressed my hands flat against the warm wall. “Ass out, baby girl. Daddy needs to fuck you properly.”

Soap that smelled like home. I stayed under the spray until my fingers pruned, then stepped out naked, towel forgotten on the rack. The house was quiet. No one here. I could walk around like this, free, careless, the way I used to when I was younger. I padded down the hallway to Mum’s room, pushed the door open, stepped inside, and closed it softly behind me. That’s when I saw him. Marcellus. Coming out of Mum’s en suite bathroom, a white towel knotted low around his hips, water still dripping from his chest, tracing dark paths over the lines of his tattoo, down the ridges of his stomach.

“Come on, Damien. Don’t make it worse.” “Make it worse? You’re about to freeze my ass off for limping and you think I’m the one making it worse?” I laughed but it came out shaky and pissed. They half-dragged me to the bathroom where the tub was already filling with water so cold I could see the ice cubes floating like little evil bastards. “This is insane. You know that, right? Normal dads don’t do this shit. They say ‘hey son, put some ice on it’ not ‘let’s turn you into a popsicle.’”

“I suppose it could. It’s never been particularly fun for me.” “Oh, honey, we need to fix that, Denver said, chuckling. “Right now?” She asked hesitantly. “Whenever you want.” “Follow me. It was about sixty degrees outside, perfectly for what he had in mind.” He took her by the hand. "They have an outside shower, and did you know they have a hot tub too?” “Oh, wow. A hot tub.” “You want to check it out?” “Only if you do, too.” “You’re on.” Denver removed the cover and turned on the jets.

When I stepped out I noticed two things: the lid was off the hot tub and my sister's head sticking up out of the water. We walked to the hot tub with Jenn disrobing as she walked. By the time we were at the tub Jenn was naked and so was Allison. Before I could spend much time thinking about being naked in front of my sister Jenn and Allison had all my clothes off. "Day before yesterday I called a pool service and they came today and got everything clean and working properly. They taught me how to do it, too." Allison said. Sadie said, "I learned too." I got in and sat down quickly. It felt good. Allison sat on one side of me and Jenn the other. Sadie sat next to Allison. The bubbles obscured

He nods his head and I stand up. “So what are we doing in here, sitting at the table, then? What are we, adults? Let's go play in the water.” I had no idea he had a pool and this news is exciting. I love swimming. I love the water. I love exercise. Pools are the trifecta for me. “I also have a hot tub,” he whispers, as if imparting some great secret with me.

She’s smiling when we reach the Sigma house and when she fires up the hot tub. “We going commando or what,” Adam asks. “Not really in the mood to see your junk,” Jordan says. “Everyone wants to see my junk,” Adam replies, stripping down so he’s completely naked. The girls giggle, enjoying the show, as Adam staggers to the tub, all the drinks of the night wrecking his ability to walk in a straight line. Then he’s in the water, beckoning for one of the twins. I’m not even sure it’s the same twin he came with, but he doesn’t seem to mind. And neither does Antonio, who’s already naked with his twin poolside. She’s straddling his lap, while he reclines on a lounge chair, riding him with her tits

I say, looking around at the cardio equipment, the barbells, the cable machine. Alpha Caden’s private gym is closer to an Equinox than the usual basement set-up. All the walls are mirrors, and the floor is made of spongy, rubbery material. His dumbbell selection would make Schwarzenegger weep with pride. “Take off your clothes,” he says with stern professionalism. “I need to see what I’m working with.” Alpha Caden has, of course, seen me naked nearly as many times as he’s seen me clothed –yep, rottenly adding when I was a baby to make this feel more taboo when it isn’t– but I play along, pretending to be shy as I slowly strip.

"I never can decide which feels better in your mouth, my tongue or my cock. I wish there was a way I could get both in there at the same time." He leaned down and turned on the hot tub. It had become part of their weekend routine, and Tracie continued to marvel at the inventive things Pete could conjure up for them to do in its roiling waters. But tonight, she was energized, antsy, waiting for Pete to tell her about the things in the third bedroom. "Ask me nicely," he teased. "Tell me and I'll suck your cock in the hot tub," she grinned." "You win. But something else first. Get up on the lounge on your hands and knees." He held up a plastic baggie with one of her butt plugs and the tub