Wet: Overflow by Zenobia Renquist

“Nice trip?”
    “Lulu,” Hotsuma said.
    She swam over to him and then gasped when he hugged her. “Hotsuma?”
    “You’re okay?”
    “Of course. It’s not like I’ve never been transported through water before.”
    “Yes, but Masato is bad at it. He nearly drowned me on more than one occasion while we were practicing.”
    Masato said with laughter in his voice, “That’s because I was fucking with you, Uncle. I had it down after the third try. I wouldn’t have agreed to do it if I thought Lulu would get hurt.”
    She stared at Masato in surprise. Those were strange words coming from a man who had once shot her and tried to strangle her. But the Masato from that time and the Masato before her weren’t the same man. This Masato was carefree and playful… in a mischievous way.
    She startled and yelped when a current of water rushed between her legs.
    Masato said close to her neck, “Since we’re already in the water…” He trailed off as he cupped one of her breasts.

Chapter Nine
     
    Masato squeezed Lulu’s breasts and butted his hips against her ass. “What do you say?”
    Hotsuma tightened his hold on her, and then a pushing sensation forced them above the surface of the water. Lulu clutched Hotsuma’s shoulders in surprise. He was standing on the water. In a physical body, he was standing on the water. She hadn’t known he could do that.
    As though hearing her thoughts, Masato said, “We didn’t spend the last week relearning your tricks while in my body so you could use them against me, Uncle.”
    “Relearning?” Lulu met Hotsuma’s gaze. “I’ve seen you control water. What does he mean?”
    Hotsuma slipped his arm under her legs so he cradled her as he walked to the edge of the pool. “I could control the motion of the water but nothing else. I distanced myself from my water abilities once I was free. I thought I had no need for such things. My actions put me out of practice. As well, not being part of the water means more effort to control it. Transporting and forming a body are skills I had to relearn. You saw my poor attempt the first night the three of us came together. I couldn’t even speak to let you know who I was.”
    Lulu thought back to that night, the way the water bubbled before forming a body. Masato didn’t usually do that, and he wouldn’t have let her yell at him without a response.
    He lowered her legs to the ground. “Masato and I spent our nights training. I had to get back the abilities I shunned and thus lost.”
    Lulu snorted. “You didn’t lose much, if our session in the barrier room was any indication.”
    Hotsuma blushed. “Sex is a great motivator.”
    “I’ll bet.” She looked back at the water. Masato stood above the surface with his hands on his hips, his legs spread apart, and his erection on full display. She focused on his face. “What now?”
    Masato grasped his dick. “You know my vote.”
    Hotsuma said, “We have to deal with the Babas.”
    “Deal with them how?” Lulu asked. “You two have kept me in the dark this entire time. What’s happening?”
    Hotsuma squeezed her shoulders. “We didn’t mean to exclude you, Lulu, but there was nothing for you to do. The plan is simple -- display my water powers to frighten them into telling us what they had planned for me. Meanwhile, the family is erecting a new barrier around the entire hotel that will alert us if anyone bearing magic enters so we can watch them.”
    “Step one accomplished.” Masato cocked his head to the side as though listening to something. “And if the way some of them are yelling and carrying on is any indication, it worked the way we wanted. Now for step two.”
    Before Lulu could ask, Masato made an upward gesture with his hand. Takumi Baba lurched into view, struggling and cursing, at the same time Masato stepped into the water and disappeared.
    Hotsuma said, “Calm down.”
    Takumi glared at him from the water, which he continued to struggle against but