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I'm just…trying to….\" the otter huffed, pushing the raised plastic buttons on the side of the balcony hot tub, making it beep, but not much else. \"How do you make the big bubbles happen?\"\n\n\"Red button! It says 'jet action'. Once for big bubbles, twice for little ones, three times turns it off.\"\n\n\"Jet action? Like an airplane?\" the kit pondered, hitting the button and chirping happily at the watery blooosh of jets firing air into the hot water. \"That's it!\" he yelled over his shoulder.\n\n\"I know! And stop yelling, we have neighbors!\"\n\n\"Yeah. They're all at the park, riding the coasters,\" the kid muttered. It was the third day of their family vacation in the Smoky Mountains, and they were staying in a mountainside cottage with a truly spectacular view that Tick felt he'd gotten the maximum amount of enjoyment out of after two days, but his parents insisted on 'vacation time' — just sitting around doing nothing, with a big amusement park ten minutes away! And a science museum! And silly hillbilly stuff to laugh at! But no, they had to 'enjoy' their cottage, because it was expensive or something, and that meant mom & dad would read books and drink wine or coffee…. yawn.\n\nThe otter hoisted himself up and dipped a finger into the warm churning water, then his paw. He'd been in hot tubs before, including this one, but never quite understood the point. Dad would groan and say stuff about the knots in his back melting away while mom dipped his younger sister's feet into the bubbles, making her laugh, but Tick didn't know what a back knot was, and it just seemed like a hot bubbly pool that was too small to actually swim in… so what?\n\nWell, he was bored, and was saving his Roald Dahl book for the ride home, so now was a good time to figure it out. With a little push, he slipped into the bubbly water and laughed, standing in the center of the tub, froth gathering around his belly, the legs of his swimsuit billowing out as if inflated. \"I am the master of the hot tub!\" he announced to the pine trees below, swishing paws in the foam.\n\nShuffling along the bottom to one side, he gingerly sat on the formed plastic seat, lowering himself 'til the bubbles met his shoulders. The rolling water smelled of chlorine and warmth, and a dragonfly buzzed by, darting away when a large bubble popped on the surface. \"Maybe I have knots in my back and don't even know it,\" he thought, and slid sideways until a nearby waterjet nearly pushed him off of the seat, spraying against his spine. \"Uguggugugug,\" the otter gurgled and laughed, letting it vibrate his back, curving it this way and that. It felt okay, but if he had any knots, they weren't being helped. Sliding along the seat, a jet near the surface buzzed near his ears; he avoided that one and kept sliding.\n\n\"Ggkk!!\" he squeaked in surprise; he'd found another jet, and this one was right near his tail. A glance at the sliding glass door — nobody was near, so he squirmed closer and muffled his muzzle under the water, the bubbly spray teasing the base of his undertail and right… up against…. the boy raised his rear just enough for it to tickle between his cheeks and laughed out loud with a soft squeal! Wiggling sideways away from that spray, he giggled and squirmed, pretending to just splash in the bubbly water, just in case he'd been heard.\n\nHis dad leaned his head out of the open balcony door. \"Enjoying the tub, chief?\"\n\n\"Oh yeah, it's fun! Super bubbly and all.\"\n\n\"Don't mess with the temperature, you'd make a gross soup,\" his dad grinned, and went back to the TV.\n\n\"Har har.\" Tick's tail wiggled and bubbles tickled his whiskers and nose as he swished his arms underwater, feeling the jets bubbling around him. Sliding a bit sideways on the bench, he blinked at a tickle in an unexpected spot. Wait a sec. He carefully felt around with his paw — he had a stiffie! Not a total stiffie, but some of one! The tease under his tail had gotten him all poky, and his dad was right there looking at him, and had no idea! The cub watched the bubbles. The froth really covered the surface well, gathering in heaps and bunches. He could just… no, he'd get caught. But they can't see him, probably! If he was really careful…\n\nWith what he imagined was a casual just-sitting-in-the-jacuzzi look on his face, the young otter felt around underwater, fiddling with the button-fly on his swimtrunks, pushing the button through its hole, then reaching inside to tug the tip of his mostly-stiff penis out into the water, and held it between his fingers. He was all poky in the tub, hot water all around the tip of his dick. He was stiff and holding himself, and nobody knew! Just the idea made him twitch in his paw, hard and sensitive.The cub looked around; he was pretty sure all the neighbors were out, and his parents were both doing their boring rest-time thing. He squirmed back over to that jet at tail-level and gradually let it spray on his rudder, then underneath, flexing his rear until the bubbly foam tickled right up against the broad base where his tail met his butt, and the cub ducked his muzzle underwater before making delighted squeaking sounds… that felt SO good! He huffed out excitedly through his nose, making bubbles skitter around as he squeezed and rubbed his hard penis, the flow of tickling froth under his tail making it twitch in his fingers. The otter's tailtip flicked against the plastic bench as he felt a tingling excitement in his belly, rising way faster than usual, and he knew that in just a few seconds it'd get even better, just needed to tug his stiffie a few more times…\n\n\"Upsy-daisy!\" His mom dipped his sister's little feet into the bubbling froth, and the startled Tick let out a yelp underwater, looking up wide-eyed to see his mom lowering the giggling little girl, clad in one-piece swimsuit into the tub. \"Watch her for a little bit, scamp, she's been asking to get in the hot tub with you.\"\n\nShe hadn't seen. Could she see? He crouched down, froth ticking his cheeks. Act normal. His paw still held his throbbing hard little penis, obscured by the white froth covering the surface. \"Moooommm! Come onnnnn. I don't wanna babysit!\"\n\n\"Not a baby!\" his sister stuck her tongue out.\n\n\"I'm not asking you to babysit. I'd have to pay you to do that, ha! Just make sure she doesn't drown for five minutes while I put the laundry in the drier! Catch her, I'm going to drop her,\" mom smiled, and Tick squirmed forward, belly-down, and caught his wiggling sister, sitting her on a high child-bench, the girl's tail and belly underwater.\n\n\"Be back in a bit,\" his mother left — did she know? No, she didn't act like it, he was sure. And now he had to deal with his dumb sister… who was shoving paw-fuls of water foam into his face. \"Lilly, stop it!\"\n\n\"Don't let me droooowwwwwn!\" the girl laughed, slipping off of the plastic bench and into the water; Tick peeped in surprise and caught her in mid-dunk, supporting her on a knee to keep her nose above water. \"Awww, I was gonna swim in bubbles.\"\n\n\"It's… it's not for swimming, it's for sitting! Can't you just… sit? Here, I'll put you back on the chair…\"\n\n\"No, I'm in the bubbles! They'll make me float like a duck. Wak! Wak!\" she quacked, trying to hoist herself off, paws on his leg underwater.\n\n\"Stoppit, Lily, just stop wiggling! You're gonna… nngghh!\" the cub's breath caught in his chest and his back arched. Oh no.\n\nHis sister peered at the rolling surface of the water in confusion. \"Is that your finger?\" she asked, paw awkwardly groping at his boyhood. Tick squirmed and tried to lift her away, but small fingers gripped it, and a surprised squeak caught in his throat.\n\n\"Lil, just… let go of my… f-finger. Please?\"\n\n\"Why's it all squishy and wiggly? Feels like a hot dog. I want to see.\" The girl shoved her face underwater, hair floating on the surface.\n\n\"Lil!\" he hissed, trying to cross his legs underwater while panicking, watching the door, listening for mom or dad. \"Stop looking!\"\n\nThe six year old otter's wet brown face suddenly emerged from the water and blinked up at him. \"Why do you have a little pink hot dog down there? Why. That's weird. I'mma tell mom you have hotdogs in the tub.\"\n\n\"It's not a hot dog!\" he huffed, \"just… shhh! Leggo of it,\" he squirmed.\n\n\"No! Tell me what it is first.\"\n\n\"It's a…. it's a joke! It's a pool toy. It's nothing, ha ha! Okay, out of the tub.\"\n\nShe glared at him. \"I'm not a baby an' I'm not stuuuupid. Pool toys don't wiggle and move an' it's not a finger.\"\n\nTick sighed. She literally had him caught. \"Can you keep a secret? A brother-sister secret?\"\n\n\"Uh huh.\"\n\n\"Come on, Lil, you have to say it. 'I prooommisse…'\"\n\n\"I promise not to tell mom an' dad, fine!\"\n\n\"And you'll let go if I tell you?\"\n\n\"Yeah, I said I promised!\"\n\n\"Okay. It's… a thing only boys have. It's a penis. It's what I wet with.\"\n\n\"Oh,\" she blinked, as if that was far more boring than she'd expected. \"It comes out of this? Huh. Why's it keep moving? And why was it all squishy and then got hard?\"\n\nIt's hard? Oh, great. Yeah, he could feel it. It's really hard. \"It just… does that if… if you hold it or rub it. That's why you gotta let go or it doesn't fit in my swimtrunks.\"\n\nLilly's fingers felt the small, stiff otterbit underwater as if pondering. \"An' it's a secret cause mom and dad don't know you have a penis.\"\n\nTick couldn't help laughing in between small gasps as small fingers played with him, \"No, shhh! They had to change my diaper when I was a baby, they saw it,\" he explained. \"It's a secret 'cause sisters don't um… usually touch their brothers'… penis.\"\n\n\"Oh! Wait… so… I made it get hard when I touched it?\"\n\nThe otter looked towards the door. \"I… guess so, yeah. Okay. Enough now….\"\n\nShe beamed. \"That's neat! I wish I had a penis. Do they feel good? Like when it's hard and I do this? It makes you wiggle a lot.\"\n\n\"Ssssstop! Stop, no Lil,\" he hissed in between little gasps, as a small paw stroked and squeezed his boyhood under the steamy warm foamy water. \"You said you'd let go before mom got back!\"\n\n\"It's fun to make you wiggle! I can feel it moving like a hot dog worm,\" she giggled, fingers feeling around the tip and giving it a squeeze, making his penis strain against her small paw.\n\nTick tried not to whine and moan, but the small noises escaped his throat anyway. \"Lil… j-just….\" his tail swished underwater, jets tickling its tip. Her little fingers prodded and felt the eager boyhood, and the boy bit his lip. It was feeling way too good. He squirmed, hunching forward to push his penis into her paw awkwardly, and she let go with a giggle, poking at it with just a fingertip. \"That's silly.\"\n\n\"Oh c-come on Lil, you can.. you can do that some more… if you want… \" he whispered, feeling his cheeks and ears redden, the small frustrated otter feeling desperate for release after being interrupted before, he'd been so close.\n\n\"No, it's dumb! I don't wanna touch your dumb penis when you're poking it at me,\" she laughed, splashing in the water.\n\n\"Sshh, don't… just don't talk about my penis… ever….kay?\"\n\n\"Kay. But why's it make you all blushy? It looks fun. Is that what you do in here? Make your pen… um… hot dog hard?\n\nTick couldn't help giggling. \"Yeah, my… hot dog! I guess that's what it's for! I mean, there's these jet things. I dunno what they're here for except to feel good and tickly underwater.\"\n\n\"C'n I see?\" his sister pushed herself off of his leg and tried treading water in the froth; the otter yelped and caught her. \"Seriously, Lil?\" his eyes darted to the door; mom was probably reading a magazine. His sister nodded enthusiastically. Well, why not? With paws on her belly, he guided the dog-paddling little girl to one side of the tub with mid-height seats. One had a jet nearby.\n\n\"I dunno, Lil, I don't wanna get in trouble. We can just soak in it like dad does and um, get our knots out.\"\n\nLilly giggled. \"Dad doesn't have knots! He's prob'ly making his hot dog hard.\"\n\n\"Sssshh!! D-definitely never ever talk about dad's hot dog,\" Tick giggled, trying his best to act serious and stern. \"And you don't have one anyway, so I'm not sure if they do anything for girls.\" He wiggled his fingers in the bubbly jet, feeling its pressure against his webbing. \"I guess you can do the same thing I did? I just put my butt up against it, but not right on it. Just above. And put your tail up,\" he explained, tugging her rudder up with a paw as the girl backed up and raised her rear, aiming it at the churning foamy water.\n\n\"It's just bubbles on my legs an' my butt,\" she sniffed, \"This is dumb… K-kkkhhheeeee!\" she suddenly squealed, and jumped sideways. \"It tickled! Right up… between… in my tummy? Where I pee.\"\n\n\"That's your va-gi-na,\" Tick explained, pronouncing it as three words, the way his elderly health class teacher did.\n\n\"Virginia.\"\n\n\"No. Vagiiiiina.\"\n\n\"We're going to Virginia next month!\"\n\n\"Wha? I mean, yeah, but…\"\n\n\"We're going into meeeee!\" the girl sunk down in the water, giggling madly and slapping the surface.\n\n\"Lilly, stoppit! Seriously! That's another word you can't say.\"\n\n\"Aw.\"\n\n\"No penis, no vagina. Kay?\"\n\n\"Kay. Hot dogs an' Virginia.\"\n\n\"Y…..yeah. Sure. Did you like how it felt, though?\"\n\nHer head bobbed quickly. \"A lot! Imma do it more until mom gets back.\" She immediately started nudging her rear around, trying to find the bubbly jet.\n\n“Um, okay…” Tick's eyes darted between the open door and his sister; he couldn't hear anything beyond the whooshing of the hot tub, so he wasn't sure where mom and dad were. Watching TV? Having more coffee? Probably. His sister's little gasps and giggles reminded him that he was still poking out of his trunks and hadn't gotten less hard. At all. Groping underwater to hold himself, he squirmed over to where another jet was, peering underwater to find the source of the bubbles. “Just be quick, Lil, I’mma be over here f-for just a second…”\n\nA sudden surprised squeal made him jump and gasp. What happened? Was Lil okay? Well, of all the sudden panic scenarios that rushed through his head, his mom holding his sister’s rudder-tail aloft wasn’t one of them. But there it was. Oh god. That’s it, end of the vacation, end of everything. Dead otter. Done.\n\n“Up a little higher, rump up…. does that feel good, Lily? Mm, I guess it does!” their mom smiled, adjusting the height of Lil’s exposed rear as the girl’s worried whimpers became little gasps of joy, the water jet thrumming against just the right spot. “Good girl. I see you two have been having fun out here! Not the kind of babysitting I had in mind, but I’d say this is advanced training.” Winking at Tick, she whispered, “Relax, it’s okay. Your dad fell asleep in front of the TV. I won’t tell. Go for it, kiddo, I know you want to.”\n\nGaping in amazement at the sight of his mom holding his sister against the jet by her tail, the cub hesitated, glancing over at the bubbly jet nearby. She smiled reassuringly and gave him a wink. “Go on, I know it feels good. Show me how you play with yourself.”\n\nThe boy’s penis perked in his paw, having softened a little from impending death. But now he had… permission? The cub grinned and nodded, squirming his rear backwards with rudder hiked, guiding it downwards until the stream of bubbles tickled at his undertail and downwards, teasing his pucker, the vibration of the rushing jet sending pleasurable sensations all around his rear and the sensitive patch right under his balls, and he let out a gasping moan, squeezing his small stiff cock. “Good boy, that’s what I thought you might like,” his mom purred. “Keep going!” \n\nHis sister’s huffy squeaks mixed with his own as the cub tugged and stroked himself eagerly underwater, his paw working quickly, elbow splashing at the surface. “Aaah, aaaah….” he moaned, the hot water from the jet tickling just inside his tight pucker, making his tailtip flick, raised high above his head, as he tried hiking his rear upwards a little more… and suddenly a helpful paw held the thick base of his tail and lifted, and the bubbles teased all around, grazing his cocklet, sending tickly vibrations all around, and he shivered and squealed with pleasure. Ohh, perfect, that was so good! “M-mom, I’m gonna…” The boy’s penis twitched in his paw, which milked a drip or two of clear juice into the rushing water of the hot tub, and he tried to muffle his excited squeaks with his muzzle under the water. A million miles away, he could hear his sister making happy giggly noises, and he smiled as the foggy thought of “she’s doing it, too,” swam around his head.\n\nAs the intense tingly rush of his orgasm faded, the boy’s tense body relaxed, and he sighed with relief. “Um, t-thanks mom…”\n\n“No, thank YOU for the show, you little scamp,” an unexpectedly deep voice grinned, as his dad gave his tail a loving squeeze before letting it flop into the water. “See hon, I knew the kids would like this place. So! What should we do tomorrow?”\n\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "*beep*
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"Are you having trouble out there?" Tick's mom called from the cottage kitchen, where she was making coffee.

"No! I'm just…trying to…." the otter huffed, pushing the raised plastic buttons on the side of the balcony hot tub, making it beep, but not much else. "How do you make the big bubbles happen?"

"Red button! It says 'jet action'. Once for big bubbles, twice for little ones, three times turns it off."

"Jet action? Like an airplane?" the kit pondered, hitting the button and chirping happily at the watery blooosh of jets firing air into the hot water. "That's it!" he yelled over his shoulder.

"I know! And stop yelling, we have neighbors!"

"Yeah. They're all at the park, riding the coasters," the kid muttered. It was the third day of their family vacation in the Smoky Mountains, and they were staying in a mountainside cottage with a truly spectacular view that Tick felt he'd gotten the maximum amount of enjoyment out of after two days, but his parents insisted on 'vacation time' — just sitting around doing nothing, with a big amusement park ten minutes away! And a science museum! And silly hillbilly stuff to laugh at! But no, they had to 'enjoy' their cottage, because it was expensive or something, and that meant mom & dad would read books and drink wine or coffee…. yawn.

The otter hoisted himself up and dipped a finger into the warm churning water, then his paw. He'd been in hot tubs before, including this one, but never quite understood the point. Dad would groan and say stuff about the knots in his back melting away while mom dipped his younger sister's feet into the bubbles, making her laugh, but Tick didn't know what a back knot was, and it just seemed like a hot bubbly pool that was too small to actually swim in… so what?

Well, he was bored, and was saving his Roald Dahl book for the ride home, so now was a good time to figure it out. With a little push, he slipped into the bubbly water and laughed, standing in the center of the tub, froth gathering around his belly, the legs of his swimsuit billowing out as if inflated. "I am the master of the hot tub!" he announced to the pine trees below, swishing paws in the foam.

Shuffling along the bottom to one side, he gingerly sat on the formed plastic seat, lowering himself 'til the bubbles met his shoulders. The rolling water smelled of chlorine and warmth, and a dragonfly buzzed by, darting away when a large bubble popped on the surface. "Maybe I have knots in my back and don't even know it," he thought, and slid sideways until a nearby waterjet nearly pushed him off of the seat, spraying against his spine. "Uguggugugug," the otter gurgled and laughed, letting it vibrate his back, curving it this way and that. It felt okay, but if he had any knots, they weren't being helped. Sliding along the seat, a jet near the surface buzzed near his ears; he avoided that one and kept sliding.

"Ggkk!!" he squeaked in surprise; he'd found another jet, and this one was right near his tail. A glance at the sliding glass door — nobody was near, so he squirmed closer and muffled his muzzle under the water, the bubbly spray teasing the base of his undertail and right… up against…. the boy raised his rear just enough for it to tickle between his cheeks and laughed out loud with a soft squeal! Wiggling sideways away from that spray, he giggled and squirmed, pretending to just splash in the bubbly water, just in case he'd been heard.

His dad leaned his head out of the open balcony door. "Enjoying the tub, chief?"

"Oh yeah, it's fun! Super bubbly and all."

"Don't mess with the temperature, you'd make a gross soup," his dad grinned, and went back to the TV.

"Har har." Tick's tail wiggled and bubbles tickled his whiskers and nose as he swished his arms underwater, feeling the jets bubbling around him. Sliding a bit sideways on the bench, he blinked at a tickle in an unexpected spot. Wait a sec. He carefully felt around with his paw — he had a stiffie! Not a total stiffie, but some of one! The tease under his tail had gotten him all poky, and his dad was right there looking at him, and had no idea! The cub watched the bubbles. The froth really covered the surface well, gathering in heaps and bunches. He could just… no, he'd get caught. But they can't see him, probably! If he was really careful…

With what he imagined was a casual just-sitting-in-the-jacuzzi look on his face, the young otter felt around underwater, fiddling with the button-fly on his swimtrunks, pushing the button through its hole, then reaching inside to tug the tip of his mostly-stiff penis out into the water, and held it between his fingers. He was all poky in the tub, hot water all around the tip of his dick. He was stiff and holding himself, and nobody knew! Just the idea made him twitch in his paw, hard and sensitive.The cub looked around; he was pretty sure all the neighbors were out, and his parents were both doing their boring rest-time thing. He squirmed back over to that jet at tail-level and gradually let it spray on his rudder, then underneath, flexing his rear until the bubbly foam tickled right up against the broad base where his tail met his butt, and the cub ducked his muzzle underwater before making delighted squeaking sounds… that felt SO good! He huffed out excitedly through his nose, making bubbles skitter around as he squeezed and rubbed his hard penis, the flow of tickling froth under his tail making it twitch in his fingers. The otter's tailtip flicked against the plastic bench as he felt a tingling excitement in his belly, rising way faster than usual, and he knew that in just a few seconds it'd get even better, just needed to tug his stiffie a few more times…

"Upsy-daisy!" His mom dipped his sister's little feet into the bubbling froth, and the startled Tick let out a yelp underwater, looking up wide-eyed to see his mom lowering the giggling little girl, clad in one-piece swimsuit into the tub. "Watch her for a little bit, scamp, she's been asking to get in the hot tub with you."

She hadn't seen. Could she see? He crouched down, froth ticking his cheeks. Act normal. His paw still held his throbbing hard little penis, obscured by the white froth covering the surface. "Moooommm! Come onnnnn. I don't wanna babysit!"

"Not a baby!" his sister stuck her tongue out.

"I'm not asking you to babysit. I'd have to pay you to do that, ha! Just make sure she doesn't drown for five minutes while I put the laundry in the drier! Catch her, I'm going to drop her," mom smiled, and Tick squirmed forward, belly-down, and caught his wiggling sister, sitting her on a high child-bench, the girl's tail and belly underwater.

"Be back in a bit," his mother left — did she know? No, she didn't act like it, he was sure. And now he had to deal with his dumb sister… who was shoving paw-fuls of water foam into his face. "Lilly, stop it!"

"Don't let me droooowwwwwn!" the girl laughed, slipping off of the plastic bench and into the water; Tick peeped in surprise and caught her in mid-dunk, supporting her on a knee to keep her nose above water. "Awww, I was gonna swim in bubbles."

"It's… it's not for swimming, it's for sitting! Can't you just… sit? Here, I'll put you back on the chair…"

"No, I'm in the bubbles! They'll make me float like a duck. Wak! Wak!" she quacked, trying to hoist herself off, paws on his leg underwater.

"Stoppit, Lily, just stop wiggling! You're gonna… nngghh!" the cub's breath caught in his chest and his back arched. Oh no.

His sister peered at the rolling surface of the water in confusion. "Is that your finger?" she asked, paw awkwardly groping at his boyhood. Tick squirmed and tried to lift her away, but small fingers gripped it, and a surprised squeak caught in his throat.

"Lil, just… let go of my… f-finger. Please?"

"Why's it all squishy and wiggly? Feels like a hot dog. I want to see." The girl shoved her face underwater, hair floating on the surface.

"Lil!" he hissed, trying to cross his legs underwater while panicking, watching the door, listening for mom or dad. "Stop looking!"

The six year old otter's wet brown face suddenly emerged from the water and blinked up at him. "Why do you have a little pink hot dog down there? Why. That's weird. I'mma tell mom you have hotdogs in the tub."

"It's not a hot dog!" he huffed, "just… shhh! Leggo of it," he squirmed.

"No! Tell me what it is first."

"It's a…. it's a joke! It's a pool toy. It's nothing, ha ha! Okay, out of the tub."

She glared at him. "I'm not a baby an' I'm not stuuuupid. Pool toys don't wiggle and move an' it's not a finger."

Tick sighed. She literally had him caught. "Can you keep a secret? A brother-sister secret?"

"Uh huh."

"Come on, Lil, you have to say it. 'I prooommisse…'"

"I promise not to tell mom an' dad, fine!"

"And you'll let go if I tell you?"

"Yeah, I said I promised!"

"Okay. It's… a thing only boys have. It's a penis. It's what I wet with."

"Oh," she blinked, as if that was far more boring than she'd expected. "It comes out of this? Huh. Why's it keep moving? And why was it all squishy and then got hard?"

It's hard? Oh, great. Yeah, he could feel it. It's really hard. "It just…  does that if… if you hold it or rub it. That's why you gotta let go or it doesn't fit in my swimtrunks."

Lilly's fingers felt the small, stiff otterbit underwater as if pondering. "An' it's a secret cause mom and dad don't know you have a penis."

Tick couldn't help laughing in between small gasps as small fingers played with him, "No, shhh! They had to change my diaper when I was a baby, they saw it," he explained. "It's a secret 'cause sisters don't um… usually touch their brothers'… penis."

"Oh! Wait… so… I made it get hard when I touched it?"

The otter looked towards the door. "I… guess so, yeah. Okay. Enough now…."

She beamed. "That's neat! I wish I had a penis. Do they feel good? Like when it's hard and I do this? It makes you wiggle a lot."

"Ssssstop! Stop, no Lil," he hissed in between little gasps, as a small paw stroked and squeezed his boyhood under the steamy warm foamy water. "You said you'd let go before mom got back!"

"It's fun to make you wiggle! I can feel it moving like a hot dog worm," she giggled, fingers feeling around the tip and giving it a squeeze, making his penis strain against her small paw.

Tick tried not to whine and moan, but the small noises escaped his throat anyway. "Lil… j-just…." his tail swished underwater, jets tickling its tip. Her little fingers prodded and felt the eager boyhood, and the boy bit his lip. It was feeling way too good. He squirmed, hunching forward to push his penis into her paw awkwardly, and she let go with a giggle, poking at it with just a fingertip. "That's silly."

"Oh c-come on Lil, you can.. you can do that some more… if you want… " he whispered, feeling his cheeks and ears redden, the small frustrated otter feeling desperate for release after being interrupted before, he'd been so close.

"No, it's dumb! I don't wanna touch your dumb penis when you're poking it at me," she laughed, splashing in the water.

"Sshh, don't… just don't talk about my penis… ever….kay?"

"Kay. But why's it make you all blushy? It looks fun. Is that what you do in here? Make your pen… um… hot dog hard?

Tick couldn't help giggling. "Yeah, my… hot dog! I guess that's what it's for! I mean, there's these jet things. I dunno what they're here for except to feel good and tickly underwater."

"C'n I see?" his sister pushed herself off of his leg and tried treading water in the froth; the otter yelped and caught her. "Seriously, Lil?" his eyes darted to the door; mom was probably reading a magazine. His sister nodded enthusiastically. Well, why not? With paws on her belly, he guided the dog-paddling little girl to one side of the tub with mid-height seats. One had a jet nearby.

"I dunno, Lil, I don't wanna get in trouble. We can just soak in it like dad does and um, get our knots out."

Lilly giggled. "Dad doesn't have knots! He's prob'ly making his hot dog hard."

"Sssshh!! D-definitely never ever talk about dad's hot dog," Tick giggled, trying his best to act serious and stern. "And you don't have one anyway, so I'm not sure if they do anything for girls." He wiggled his fingers in the bubbly jet, feeling its pressure against his webbing. "I guess you can do the same thing I did? I just put my butt up against it, but not right on it. Just above. And put your tail up," he explained, tugging her rudder up with a paw as the girl backed up and raised her rear, aiming it at the churning foamy water.

"It's just bubbles on my legs an' my butt," she sniffed, "This is dumb… K-kkkhhheeeee!" she suddenly squealed, and jumped sideways. "It tickled! Right up… between… in my tummy? Where I pee."

"That's your va-gi-na," Tick explained, pronouncing it as three words, the way his elderly health class teacher did.

"Virginia."

"No. Vagiiiiina."

"We're going to Virginia next month!"

"Wha? I mean, yeah, but…"

"We're going into meeeee!" the girl sunk down in the water, giggling madly and slapping the surface.

"Lilly, stoppit! Seriously! That's another word you can't say."

"Aw."

"No penis, no vagina. Kay?"

"Kay. Hot dogs an' Virginia."

"Y…..yeah. Sure. Did you like how it felt, though?"

Her head bobbed quickly. "A lot! Imma do it more until mom gets back." She immediately started nudging her rear around, trying to find the bubbly jet.

“Um, okay…” Tick's eyes darted between the open door and his sister; he couldn't hear anything beyond the whooshing of the hot tub, so he wasn't sure where mom and dad were. Watching TV? Having more coffee? Probably. His sister's little gasps and giggles reminded him that he was still poking out of his trunks and hadn't gotten less hard. At all. Groping underwater to hold himself, he squirmed over to where another jet was, peering underwater to find the source of the bubbles. “Just be quick, Lil, I’mma be over here f-for just a second…”

A sudden surprised squeal made him jump and gasp. What happened? Was Lil okay? Well, of all the sudden panic scenarios that rushed through his head, his mom holding his sister’s rudder-tail aloft wasn’t one of them. But there it was. Oh god. That’s it, end of the vacation, end of everything. Dead otter. Done.

“Up a little higher, rump up…. does that feel good, Lily? Mm, I guess it does!” their mom smiled, adjusting the height of Lil’s exposed rear as the girl’s worried whimpers became little gasps of joy, the water jet thrumming against just the right spot. “Good girl. I see you two have been having fun out here! Not the kind of babysitting I had in mind, but I’d say this is advanced training.” Winking at Tick, she whispered, “Relax, it’s okay. Your dad fell asleep in front of the TV. I won’t tell. Go for it, kiddo, I know you want to.”

Gaping in amazement at the sight of his mom holding his sister against the jet by her tail, the cub hesitated, glancing over at the bubbly jet nearby. She smiled reassuringly and gave him a wink. “Go on, I know it feels good. Show me how you play with yourself.”

The boy’s penis perked in his paw, having softened a little from impending death. But now he had… permission? The cub grinned and nodded, squirming his rear backwards with rudder hiked, guiding it downwards until the stream of bubbles tickled at his undertail and downwards, teasing his pucker, the vibration of the rushing jet sending pleasurable sensations all around his rear and the sensitive patch right under his balls, and he let out a gasping moan, squeezing his small stiff cock. “Good boy, that’s what I thought you might like,” his mom purred. “Keep going!”

His sister’s huffy squeaks mixed with his own as the cub tugged and stroked himself eagerly underwater, his paw working quickly, elbow splashing at the surface. “Aaah, aaaah….” he moaned, the hot water from the jet tickling just inside his tight pucker, making his tailtip flick, raised high above his head, as he tried hiking his rear upwards a little more… and suddenly a helpful paw held the thick base of his tail and lifted, and the bubbles teased all around, grazing his cocklet, sending tickly vibrations all around, and he shivered and squealed with pleasure. Ohh, perfect, that was so good! “M-mom, I’m gonna…”  The boy’s penis twitched in his paw, which milked a drip or two of clear juice into the rushing water of the hot tub, and he tried to muffle his excited squeaks with his muzzle under the water. A million miles away, he could hear his sister making happy giggly noises, and he smiled as the foggy thought of “she’s doing it, too,” swam around his head.

As the intense tingly rush of his orgasm faded, the boy’s tense body relaxed, and he sighed with relief. “Um, t-thanks mom…”

“No, thank YOU for the show, you little scamp,” an unexpectedly deep voice grinned, as his dad gave his tail a loving squeeze before letting it flop into the water. “See hon, I knew the kids would like this place. So! What should we do tomorrow?”



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