Poseidon

That wet dream

"Poe?!" he yelled. "I think your girl is here!" he left the door, and a moment later Poe appeared. He was in a wifebeater again.

"Life with it, Snowflake," he said and let me in. "Oh, and that was Josh."

"Great," I said, not really meaning it.

Poe snorted and locked up after me. "None of us has ever invited a girl over here before," he whispered to me. "Uhm, before Josh, and before me, there were more girls here, but we don't have parties, so."

I smiled. "Smooth, Poe," I whispered back.

"Yeah, don't you think?" he asked me, smiling widely.

I rolled my eyes and followed him into the living room.

It was still as clean as the last time.

He grabbed my back and ducked into his room with it before coming back. "I'm hoping you're wearing your bikini under your clothes."

"And if I didn't?" I asked him.

"Then you'd have to change in my bedroom. Peter's on the toilet." He shrugged and ushered me outside.

Josh was doing laps, and this felt like a tremendously bad idea.

Until Poe whipped off his hideous wifebeater and just cannonballed into the water.

Then Josh started splashing him, and no one looked, and I slipped out of my clothes and slipped into the water. It was both warmer and colder than I anticipated – warmer on my feet, colder on my stomach. But I'd survive when the breeze wasn't there.

I swam to them and used Poe's body to give me momentum to float backwards.

That also had them stopping behaving like two five-years-olds, which was another plus.

Josh pointed at me and then fell backwards laughing.

Poe shot me a dirty look, and then Peter cannonballed into the water, splashing water everywhere, and they began with their bickering once again.

Peter was slim, black and keeping the other two in check with their shenanigans. I kinda liked their dynamic, to be honest.

Poe swam to me at some point and leaned back against the pool next to me. "I'm kinda bummed I didn't get to see you undress," he mused.

I elbowed him, even though it couldn't hurt in any way. "You're a big boy," I countered.

He looked at me. "You're not wearing the same bikini."

I smiled and scooted away from the edge, treading water. They were just that bit taller than me that they could stand on the bottom and see over water. I could reach the bottom, but the water went to my nose, and so yeah. "The bottom is actually the same."

He floated after me. "See, I didn't get a good enough look to actually notice." He complained.

"To bad so sad?" I asked him, frowning before diving under and shooting away from him.

He grabbed my ankle before I got too far away, dragged me back, and help me above water.

I spluttered and coughed water up, and I was glad he kept me floating.