Extension of August 2020 Drabble #1

McCree says something, miming to easily slip out his revolver from his hip and to shoot something as if he were in an old western. Reinhardt stops where he is and throws his head back with a booming laugh that seems to ripple the water. At least it feels like this to the girls who just stare part mesmerized part dismayed.

He needs to take the last step at least. Can’t he just… do it?!

Reinhardt pivots a little to talk up to McCree, hands now on his hips, looking like he is going in for the long haul of that conversation. Hana’s nails are slowly but surely digging into Brigitte’s skin. Her mouth newly freed of her friend’s hand she whispers with a broken voice: “Damn you, McCree! Can’t you just… just go?”

Brigitte bites the tip of her tongue. They couldn’t rush things now. It would only be too suspicious. Unless…

She lets go of Hana and throws her a little glance before she begins to swim toward the back of the huge crusader. Hana tries with a weakly grasping hand to catch her ankle and hold her back, but it’s easy to shake her off and be on her way.

As she advances, she can see McCree briefly glancing over to her. He seems to realize what she is about to do, and, not knowing about those very special little speedos Reinhardt is wearing, decides to play along with her prank and not say anything.

He’s a really good actor, she thinks before moving to put her feet on the ground of the pool now that she is in the shallow part. She moves slow and careful, eyes trained on Reinhardt’s ass. Just the bottom of his speedos are occasionally dipping into the slight waves of the water. The fabric has become somewhat see-through – but not enough.

She uses her legs to catapult herself onto Reinhardt’s broad, scarred back. She can feel him flinch in surprise but as so often he is a good sport and doesn’t get mad. Brigitte feels like a kitten playing with a lion. She is no small girl herself, but next to the giant of a man she is dwarfed.

She can get him to fall into the water with such a gusto that she is honestly surprised that there is still water in the pool afterward.

When the both of them come up again, a few of the others are laughing. It’s just fun, after all. She just wants to play with her godfather!

Reinhardt has a huge hand wrapped around her pony tail and is gently holding her at bay while he laughs and drags his other hand over his face to wipe away the water.

“Oh ho ho! I’ll get you for this, my lady! Later, though. Later. Jesse here was just about to tell me the end of his story!”

Brigitte’s heart is thumping so fast she is surprised it’s not visible against her ribcage. She tries to make it seem like she’s disappointed before she lets him be for the moment while he promises her to get her back for it in just a moment.

As she retreats to Hana she can see her bright, excited grin. The younger girl is extending her arms to her to hectically pull her closer again, eyes sliding off to the other side of the pool. The way her expression just seems to slide off of her features lets Brigitte know even before she turns around that the maneuver did the trick.

Around Reinhardt’s hips is a small bit of color that also rapidly dissipates as his little bit of swimwear just says… ciao.

His ass becomes visible. He’s standing up to his hip in the water now, arms crossed in front of his chest, hair dripping water from having Brigitte dunk him under.

Their hearts are beating a mile a minute as they cling to one another. That Reinhardt would now stand to them with his back seems just like karma or something.

It takes a second. Two. Three. Finally McCree’s gaze slips down, caught on some kind of movement, and his face goes as slack as Hana’s had earlier.

“Uh… pardner… you’re… kinda out in the open.”

Reinhardt laughs.

“What? What are you talking about, my friend?!”

Jesse’s mouth is hanging open a little and he just makes a kind of… swinging motion with his palm that has Brigitte make a weird little sound between a giggle and a sigh.

Reinhardt still does not seem to understand until Jesse very pointedly gestures down to the crotch of the crusader. Finally, Reinhardt uncrosses his arms from in front of his broad chest and looks down.

“Huh. Well would you look at that.”

He puts his hands on his hips and turns slightly as he watches with what can be called ‘mild interest’ the way his cock is floating on the water, awkwardly bobbing as it is attached to him.

Brigitte and Hana become very still, just staring at the long old man cock they’ve been wanting to see the whole damn time. It’s not like Brigitte hasn’t seen it already, having been on the road with Reinhardt for so long, but…

...it’s a really nice thing to see. And imagine to touch. She wonders if it’ll get even bigger when it is hard, or not…

“Reinhardt! What are you doing?!” Ana stands at the side of the pool, hands on her hips, looking exasperated – but not as shocked and embarrassed as one might have suspected. While McCree looks horrified, looking anywhere but at Reinhardt and visibly wishing for his hat so he could pull it over his face, Ana just stares directly at him.

“I don’t know! Suddenly everything was very… free,” the old crusader says unapologetically, then laughs heartily – either over himself or the situation as such.

“Well – show some decency! You are scarring the girls.” She nods to Brigitte and Hana who have just been staring, clawing at each other, mouths so very very dry as Reinhardt keeps standing in all his naked glory without an ounce of shame.

His one good eye moves to them and he frowns, looking concerned.

“Oh, you are right! I am sorry!”

“It’s okay!” Hana suddenly squeaks, voice a bit shrill and cheeks flushed red. “It’s alright, really! We’re uh… we’re all team mates, right?”

Reinhardt squints at her. He turns fully now. The girls can’t help but directly stare at his cock, bobbing on the waves of the pool. He’s got a lot of foreskin; the head is completely hidden inside it, and then some – but the ridge of the crown is still visible inside it.

Brigitte had almost forgotten about the whole thing; she only ever had been able to catch small glimpses, but like this… god, she wants to slurp at his cock. Stick her tongue into that loose, wrinkly slip of foreskin hanging over the tip of his dick…

“I see! Well in that case… maybe I should even out the field!”

He is grinning roguishly as he suddenly catapults himself toward them. The sight is… honestly a little disturbing.

They’re soldiers who have seen too much carnage for their age, but right now they push away from each other with childish screeches, trying to gain any real tempo in the water as one ducks right and the other left.

Reinhardt is handicapped with his cock out and about but there is no shame in his demeanor. He seems to think this is all just hilarious. Like there hasn’t been anything as funny in a long while. He chases them through the pool, having the advantage of being huge enough to get his feet on the ground almost constantly.

Brigitte is on the other side of the pool when she hears Hana screeching. She turns around to see Reinhardt bear hugging her from behind and pulling her up enough that her kicking legs are in the air.

“This was quite the funny prank!” he exclaims loudly. Brigitte’s mouth goes dry. So he has put two and two together after all. It is too easy to underestimate the old crusader. “I think a bit of revenge is in order, yes?!”

She watches as Reinhardt easily keeps one arm curled around Hana’s midsection so he has the other hand free to tug at the strings of her bikini top.

“Ana! Help me!” Hana screeches breathlessly, but Ana is only shaking her head and waves the plea away.

“It is your own fault, missy. Live with the consequences.”

Within seconds, Reinhardt is waving his trophy through the air while dumping Hana back into the water. She scrambles to hold her arms in front of her bare tits, face red hot – but grinning. At least she is a good sport about losing.

Then Reinhardt turns to stare in Brigitte’s direction. She can feel herself going white as a sheet.

“You are next!”

She tries to flee but part of her kind of wants to get caught and pressed to his muscular, warm body.

Maybe she could even cop a feel...