The Size of Texas – Part 6

Everyone in this story is 18+

The deck door slid open behind me. The others. Closer than I wanted them to be.

Panic shot through me like a live wire. I looked down into the foaming water — and froze.

There it was.

Evidence, floating cum looking like a couple of tiny jellyfishes. Floating between us, bobbing in the bubbles like a crime scene clue.

“Ayden,” I hissed under my breath, already shifting to block it with my hand.

He followed my gaze, eyes lighting up. His grin was pure trouble. “Oh, that’s… Cute.”

“They’re coming,” I said, low and urgent.

“I see that.” He leaned closer until I felt his lips brush my ear. “Guess you’ll have to eat it.”

“What—”

“Unless,” he added with a smirk, “you want them to know what we’ve been up to.”

Footsteps hit the deck. Louder. Closer. The glass door slid further open.

“Ayden!” I hissed again.

He raised a brow. Waiting. Testing me.

And I did it.

I didn’t even think — I just scooped the warm, salty, slightly chlorinated shame into my mouth and swallowed like it never happened. My stomach flipped. My ears burned. Ayden leaned back, satisfied, and whispered, “Good boy.”

Troy burst onto the deck like a circus performer on energy drinks, sprinting toward us and yelling, “CANNONBALL!”

“Don’t—” I started, but it was too late.

He launched himself into the jacuzzi with a splash so massive I thought the jets would short out. Scalding water sprayed over the edge, soaking Antonia’s towel on the chair. Austin followed with slightly more control, sliding in beside him, laughing like this was a summer music video instead of my personal hell.

“Jacuzzi life!” Troy shouted, dunking his head and shaking water everywhere.

“Calm down,” Austin said, pushing him back with a foot. “Save some chaos for tomorrow.”

“What’s tomorrow?” I asked, trying to sound casual, like I hadn’t just swallowed me and Ayden’s own secret five seconds earlier.

Antonia strolled onto the deck, bone dry, sunglasses back on, towel slung around her shoulders like she was above all this. Our parents are gone again tomorrow,” she said. “We’re throwing a party.”

“A little party,” Austin corrected with a grin.

“A little?” Austin scoffed at himself. “Last time you said that, we ended up with a live bull in the kitchen.”

“Details,” Antonia said, sliding into the tub with zero care for the splashing chaos around her. “Pool, drinks, maybe karaoke. Whoever survives wins.”

Ayden perked up, grin wicked. “I love a party.”

Troy clapped his hands together like a kid on Christmas. “Do we get body shots? Please tell me yes.”

“Depends on the bodies,” Antonia muttered, sipping from a glass.

Ayden glanced at me, slow and knowing. “Count me in.”

The tub devolved into chaos — Troy splashing everyone just to see who’d react first, Ayden pretending to scold him but secretly egging him on, Austin yelling “depth charge!” every time Troy went under and came up laughing. Antonia somehow managed to stay untouched, sunglasses on.

I sat still, forcing myself to play it cool, heart still hammering from what Ayden had just made me do. Every time his knee brushed mine under the water, I jumped like it was electric.

The door opened again.

Ashlee stepped out in her bikini, flawless again — makeup fixed, hair slicked back, waterproof confidence radiating off her in waves.

“Make room?” she said sweetly, stepping into the tub with careful grace.

Troy immediately splashed, purely by accident — but the wave hit her full in the face.

I braced for impact, for screaming, mascara streaks, the whole production.

But she just wiped her eyes, smiled, and said, “It’s fine, sweetie. Waterproof makeup. Learned my lesson.”

The group burst out laughing — even Antonia cracked a grin.

Talk turned back to the party — who they’d invite, how much booze to steal, whether karaoke counted as foreplay. Ayden offered to “curate the guest list,” Troy offered to “curate the shots,” and Austin suggested someone bring inflatable flamingos “just in case someone drowns.”

Ashlee leaned back against me, laughing along, and for a moment it felt almost normal. Then she shifted closer, lips brushing my ear, voice dropping soft and lethal.

“So,” she whispered, “about that threesome.”

My throat tightened.

She smiled, perfect and dangerous. “Looks like we have an opening tomorrow. After the party?”