Hot Tub Heist 2:
The Cousining
By Seraph LeSabre

It was another warm summer day at Devin and Derek’s house. Though the two were off for the day, their neighbor was taking advantage of both their open invitation and their very tall privacy bushes to lie out in their backyard. Davis was stretched out on a lawn chair, reclined all the way back and letting the sun warm his bare fur. He purred softly with his book opened and covering his face, feeling soaked in feline bliss.

The two otter brothers had extended a standing invite for Davis to make use of their place, provided the serval didn’t end up getting into trouble. Their only major stipulation was that Davis wasn’t allowed any clothes the moment he crossed into the house or back yard, which the cat hardly took issue with. Davis got to lounge around in the nude as much as he wanted, and Devin and Derek (or D&D as he’d taken to calling them) got to come home to an eager, nude teen more often than not. The two otters took good care of their neighbor, of course, and as an only child with his own parents out of the house so often, Davis had found himself being more or less invited into the otters’ family, just as they found themselves frequently invited into the serval.

Letting out a wide yawn, Davis let his paws run over his small, slender body. He was still regularly mistaken for a high school sophomore, and while D&D frequently tried to encourage him to hit the gym to bulk up some, Davis remained unconvinced that there was any amount of cardio or weightlifting was going to end up making him any taller. He scratched at his lighter furred chest and stomach before letting his paw roam down to cup his balls and rub his thumb on his sheath. He gave a relieved sigh to feel the soft white fur there - D&D had convinced him to try a chastity cage, conveniently leaving out that it was a SheefJail 6500 model with a highly secure time-lock mechanism. They’d let the boy out after a week just a few days ago, and while Davis didn’t find himself completely against the experience, he certainly wasn’t taking access to his own bits for granted quite so much anymore.

Davis reached for his cold, refreshing… La Croix… and perked his large ears up, thinking he’d heard something in the house. He peeked over and half-opened his eyes, but closed them again. The guys weren’t going to be home for a couple hours at least.. As a cool breeze picked up and draped over the serval, he let himself drift off into another catnap, yawning and stretching in the creaky lawn chair.

The serval stirred and found himself waking up under a dark shadow. His eyes slowly opened to see the dark outline of an otter standing over him, his body and head blocking out the sun. He rubbed his eyes thinking D&D had some home early, but as his eyes focused, this otter wasn’t one his recognized. The otter was far taller than the other two, and instead of the shaggy brown and tan hair of D&D, this one had blonde hair neatly styled forward. And instead of the constantly-jovial expression his neighbors had, the otter now towering over Davis scowled down at the cat with a very annoyed expression.

“So let me guess,” the otter growled out, “‘This isn’t what it looks like’, right? It sure as hell looks like you’re lying around bare-ass naked in my cousins’ backyard, so I’m just dying to hear you correct that impression.”

Davis yelped and grabbed his book, holding it over his sheath and he hurriedly sat up, pulling his knees up and curling up.

“I-I can explain!” Davis stammered out as the tall otter bared down at him, “Derek and Devan… they said I could hang out here. I know it sounds weird but… they said I could chill in the backyard as long as I… well… stayed naked….”

He stumbled over his words, realizing just how dumb his explanation sounded when he said it out loud. Miraculously though, this seemed to placate the taller otter, who softened his stance and took a step back. Davis finally got a clear look at the otter, who had overall slightly lighter fur than the other two, and a taller, more muscled swimmer’s build. He was shirtless, giving Davis a glimpse of two scars running under his pecs before the otter crossed his arms over his chest.

“Oh, I guess you’re Davis then?” the otter commented, “What my cousins said they had a friend who they liked to hang out with, I was picturing someone a little… taller? And an otter?”

Davis felt his cheeks burning. He’d left his clothes somewhere in D&D’s house, and wasn’t quite so sure about this new otter. The newcomer seemed to be softening towards him, but the serval now felt a lot more naked around him.

“So… er… my clothes are inside,” Davis explained, turning and starting to stand back up, “I’ll just go in and….”

“And do what?” the taller otter asked, putting a webbed paw on the serval’s chest, “I recall hearing something about your nudity being a perquisite for using my cousins’ house?”

“Prerequisite…” Davis muttered to himself as he sat back down, ears folded down, “It’s a prerequisite….”

“Good, because don’t expect me to be the one to cut you any slack.”

The taller otter uncrossed his arms and turned away, thick tail swaying behind him. He stretched his arms over his head, enjoying that warm summer sun himself on his bare chest. Davis slowly removed his book from his crotch and looked down - thank goodness, not hard or anything from getting caught. That was going to be even harder to explain to….

“So uh… you’re Derek and Devin’s cousin?” Davis asked the otter, who turned around with a nod, “I’m… I’m Davis. I live next door.”

“Yeah, I got the gist of the whole thing,” the otter replied, “I’m Zac, and yeah, I’m their cousin. They invited me over for the weekend, so I figured I’d slip by for some private nude sunbathing… turns out someone already beat me to the punch.”

“Oh, sorry….” Davis blushed deep red, now feeling like he was imposing, “I mean… I don’t really mind at all. There’s another lawn chair here, and we’re both guys anyways.”

Zac flinched a bit at the serval’s proposal, clearly catching himself before saying something. He just shook his head and pulled up a chair, sitting down and leaning back with his arms crossed back over his chest.

“Think I’m good. I might just go on a beer run or something.”

Davis lowered his ears dejectedly, picking up that he’d clearly said something wrong.

“I’m sorry. I can scram for now. I mean, it’s your cousins’ place, I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

The otter considered for a moment, fidgeting with his webbed fingers. Davis tried to use his best “innocent kitten” eyes. Zac huffed and slumped his shoulders, rolling his eyes as he undid the drawstring of his shorts. He wore a jockstrap underneath, black with blue trim, that clung to his bulge. As Zac reached down to adjust it, Davis couldn’t help but notice something odd about the way it moved, as though it were separate. Davis was hardly an expert, but as an amateur bulge-noticer, he looked up at Zac to ask about it, only to be cut off.

“Yeah, I’ll take them off,” Zac acknowledge, “but if I hear any sort of comment, I’ll punt your bare ass over that fence and make you run back home just how you are.”

Zac hooked his fingers under the waistband of his jock, and before he even started to pull it down, Davis’s eyes widened as he put two and two together. The scars, the shyness, the bulge… he realized just in time as the otter pulled down his jock, revealing his puffy labia instead of a thick sheath. The serval blushed deep red and just gave a nod, trying hard and failing to not stare at the otter’s bits. Zac sighed and picked his jock up off the ground, with Davis now clearly seeing the packer on the inside, and pulled up another folding lawn chair, unfolding it to lie out next to the cat.

“Can you maybe… not stare THAT hard?” Zac asked.

“S-sorry,” Davis stammered, directing his gaze downward, “I’ve just… you know… never seen… well…”

“A dude with a vag? Yeah, I get that a lot.”

“I was gonna say anyone’s…” Davis clumsily tried to defend himself, “Guy’s or otherwise.”

Zac chuckled nervously and laid out on the reclined lawn chair, letting his muscular tail hang off the side. Davis had never really considered the notion before, but he had to admit that the otter’s smooth, defined chest, moving down his torso to the mound of his labia and quite distinct clit… it was a good, sleek look that Davis now found himself considering for the first time. He managed to tear his eyes off Zac finally, though, picking up his book and trying to distract himself by reading.

Davis took a sip of his La Croix, finding his can was now almost completely empty. He shook the last few drops of angry water onto his tongue, and sat back up in his chair. The otter had already made himself at home, so Davis decided to try and endear himself a little more to D&D’s cousin.

“Hey… um… I’m going for another drink…” he announced bashfully, “Want me to grab you anything? I think they’ve got some beers in the fridge.”

Zac opened an eye as Davis stood up, watching him walk over to the house. Seeing him from behind, the serval’s mix of spots and striped running over his back definitely made him look taller, especially with how they curved over his soft rear. Zac figured if you were to try and drop a quarter on the feline’s ass, it would just sink in like a commercial for a mattress. He had to admit, it was a fun mental image.

“Sure. Whatever’s near the front,” the otter replied, “Unless my cousins suddenly developed taste and left some limes and tequila out.”

Davis peeked inside, then back out, shaking his head. He slid open the glass door and slunk in, panting a bit. His sheath was already swollen from eyeballing Zac, and he needed a quick way to calm it down. He opened the fridge and pulled out a “someone in the next room over at the bottling plant whispered ‘mango’ in the can’s general direction”-flavored La Croix and, thinking fast, held it up against his sheath. He winced a bit at the cold, but it did the trick and brought his sheath down a bit. Davis gave a relieved sigh as he fished out the first beer he saw - last thing he needed was to give the otter a drink while fully hard.

Davis trudged back outside to see Zac eyeing him up and down. He blushed and gulped as he walked toward the otter, his package swaying a bit with each step. He finally reached Zac and handed the otter his beer, only to have the otter reach out and cup the serval’s package in his webbed paw. Davis yelped and flinched, but didn’t make any effort to pull away as Zac rolled his balls between his fingers, eyeing them as a scientist might watch a beaker over a burner. As he serval gasped a bit, his vain attempts as keeping his cock in its sheath turning out to be for naught, he looked down to see Zac idley rubbing his other paw over his slit, circling a finger over his clit.

“Hmmm…” Zac mused, “Not my usual type… but you seem alright. And you seem interested in what I’ve got going on downstairs, so if you want to suck me off, I guess I can let you get a real nice close look.”

Davis tried to stammer out a response, but his stiffening cock said all he really needed to.He filled out Zac’s paw quite nicely, prompting an approving nod from the ott. The otter relinquished his grip on the serval’s package and reached around to give his rear a squeeze. His paw sank into the plush-soft cheeks, eliciting a meep from Davis.

“Just as soft as I expected. Shame I didn’t bring my strap-on. With a pillow like that to rest my hips on, I could’ve probably gone for hours on you.”

As he tensed his cheeks a bit, Davis let his eyes wander down the otter’s sleek figure. Zac had a gorgeous swimmer’s build, with a defined chest and abs that he wanted to grate parmesan on. The V of his hips led down to his inviting mound with a swollen clit, which Zac casually stroked his finger pad along. The otter spread his legs and patted his thighs like he was inviting a cat to sit in his lap.

“Well, have at it, it’s not really complicated,” the otter stated as he popped open the beer bottle, “Can’t even try and convince me you’ve never sucked dick before, same principle.”

Davis huffed a bit, wondering just how much Devan and Derek had told their cousin. Nevertheless, he slunk over between the otters legs and knelt down. Zac reached a paw behind the serval’s head and guided him forward to his inviting labia. Deciding to finally go for it, Davis leaned forward and dragged his tongue up along Zac’s slit, causing the otter to jump.

“Ack- that’s really…” he caught himself and reclined back into the chair, “Sorry, forgot about feline tongues. You’re good.”

The serval fidgeted, having forgotten himself about how his rough sandpaper-like tongue was a surprise to most people. He didn’t want to give up the opportunity though, so he leaned back in and delicately started to lap at the otter’s lips. The taste was a lot different than what he’d come to expect - while D&D were salty and sweet, Zac’s fluids had an almost metallic tang. It was different, but the serval hardly found it objectionable. The cat purred softly as he started exploring a little further between the folds, curiously working his tongue inward. Zac leaned his head back and tapped lightly on his clit, clearing his throat to catch Davis’s attention.

Davis quickly caught the message and started to lap upwards, dragging that rough tongue along the swollen clit, which dragged out a moan from the otter. Zac curled his toes and patted between Davis’s large ears approvingly. Davis took it and ran, circling his tongue along the otter’s engorged head, treating it as he would have any cockhead.

“See? Told you, you’re a natural. It’s hardly rocket science.” Zac cooed, quickly taking a liking to the rough tongue as he arched his back. He lifted a leg up and propped it on Davis’s shoulder, pulling his plaything in close as the feline nestled in. He let Davis circle his tongue around his bits as the serval reached down, squeezing at his own rock-hard cock.

“If you think he’s good there, wait until you get a feel of that ass!”

Davis jumped as he heard Devan’s voice. He hadn’t even heard the other otter pull his car in, much less open the door to his backyard. He started to sit back up, but Zac’s strong paw on the back of his head kept him from deviating from his task.

“Didn’t tell you to stop, did I?” Zac growled dominantly before turning his head to his cousin, “Like one of those soft-ass stress-relief balls you can just squeeze until it feels like it’s gonna pop right? When did you two get home? And please tell me you brought stuff for some real drinks?”

Devan laughed as Zac took a drink of his beer, holding Davis in place as the serval lapped intently at his vag. The cat’s cheeks burned hot enough he was sure Zac could feel it on his thighs as he tongued Devan’s cousin right in front of him. Not that the otter seemed to have any qualms around his brother, but it was still a moment of vulnerability for him.

“Anyhow,” Zac continued, “Pretty nice plaything you’ve got here. Hope you don’t mind if I keep him to myself for a bit. I’m sure you were looking forward to me as well.”

“Why, whatever do you mean?” Devan grinned, pretending to clutch at his pearls, “Me, wanting to fuck my cousin? What is this, Alabama?”

“Really?” Zac groaned as he rolled his eyes, releasing Davis finally as he swung his leg over, “You’re going to play that game? You’re going to act like if I go over there, I won’t taste your brother’s cock on your tongue.”

Davis caught his breath as Zac stood up, walking over to Devan. The serval felt a bit disappointed - he was really starting to like the taste and feel of Zac’s lips on his own. He watched as Zac crossed his arms in front of Devan, still managing to tower over the older otter by half a head.

“Wh-well…” Devan stuttered, “I mean… I’m not on trial her-”

Devan was cut off by Zac grabbing his cousin by the paw and pulling him in, forcing his lips against the otter’s for a few seconds before pulling away.

“Pineapple diet? Really? Is that what you two thought you were planning?” Zac scolded. He walked back over to Davis and hoisted the lithe cat up, throwing him over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes, “After that little comment, I think I’m going to just have to help myself to my new little toy for the rest of the day.”

Davis yelped as he was so unceremoniously picked up, only to be placed back down on the ground a few moments later. Zac looked down at the serval’s face, cupping the younger feline’s balls in his paw. Davis moaned softly, leaning forward and resting his head on the otter’s chest, cautiously reaching his own paw back down to tease at Zac’s moistened slit.

“Actually, cuz… since I’m very generous, I think I’ll have my way with him right out here so you can watch. I bet this boy thinks you and your bro have been showing him all kinds of things. I’ve got all sorts of new plans for him though.”