North Branch Hotel and Resort fans out to more the two hundred acres of land from the bank of the river, straddling the north branch and over rolling terrain about a half-hour drive southwest of the city center. It has 45 guest rooms, a restaurant and bar, an outdoor swimming pool, tennis court, pickleball court, exercise room with standard equipment and game room with pool and ping pong tables. The property features hiking trails, two actually babbling brooks and a duck pond. It receives enough rain to keep the lawns, gardens and forests lush and enough sunshine to keep the guests golden brown.
And half a dozen years ago, it was on the brink of bankruptcy. Until my sister arrived, the ink still drying on the diploma for her bachelor's degree in hospitality and hotel management.
The elderly couple that had bought the facility a decade earlier as a retirement venture had had to part reluctantly and amicably with the previous facility manager when they could no longer afford his salary. Hallie was more than happy to accept an entry-level, two-year contract to run a property where she saw opportunities rather than problems.
She started by retooling the website, swapping out dated information and photos with more eye-popping depictions of the building and grounds. She set up social media accounts that she updated regularly with colorful reports on the sprouting of leaves and flowers, the passage of geese, the guests splashing in the pool or pond and whacking tennis balls around the court. Her hardest sell was reducing room rates by ten percent, but she convinced the owners that she could more than make up for the revenue loss with increased occupancy. She hired a new cook and revamped the restaurant's tired menu.
The results were not immediate, but after one year she had cut the operating deficit in half. She projected that the hotel would return to profitability within another year. She got it there in eight months. She convinced the owners not to pocket the net revenue but to reinvest it in linens, décor, repairs to the pool deck and repainting the tennis and pickleball courts.
Hallie's second two-year contract included pay increases of eight percent and five percent. She didn't rest on her laurels. She took a "what have I done for this property lately" attitude. She surveyed guests in person and potential guests online about what changes, enhancements they would like to see at North Branch.
One question she threw in almost as a lark was whether people would like it to adopt a clothing-optional policy. To her surprise, and delight, the answer was overwhelmingly "yes." Luckily, the owners were open-minded about such matters and after due deliberation agreed to take the chance. It took effect in Hallie's fourth year on the job.
With that policy in place at North Branch, occupancy, revenue and profits rose. Hallie increased wages and benefits, hired more, younger, attractive staff who put customer service first and happily joined the clothes-free environment. Her third two-year contract included a ten-thousand-dollar signing bonus, salary increases of ten and eight percent and a five percent share of ownership.
Then she got really daring. One of the primary reasons respondents gave for suggesting the clothing-optional policy in the earlier survey was simply "freedom." She decided to see if she could ride that into libertine territory. Some guests had said they didn't like having overt sexual activity restricted to private rooms. Couldn't they designate an area away from the hotel where fucking would be allowed? The owners again were reluctant but trusted Hallie to make the right call after having done so so many times before.
The sex zone was an immediate hit. Couples sometimes headed for it two or three times per day. Partner-swapping and orgies were not uncommon. There was an unwritten rule that was largely obeyed against pure voyeurism; if you went, you must participate. The hotel's customer base expanded to neighboring states and beyond. Bookings became more difficult to obtain, even as Hallie gradually increased rates.
Hallie decided to take another step. She hired a videographer and offered special packages that featured videos of people having sex -- couples, threesomes, foursomes and more. Access to the videos was limited to guests who appeared in them, in both DVDs and from downloads from a secure site in the cloud.
Groups could include guests only or outsiders hired through a local modeling agency. The models could be seen in local and regional print and broadcast advertising for clothing, furniture, appliances and car dealerships and in the restricted-access videos sucking cocks, licking pussies and fucking total strangers. One of Hallie's favorite and frequent hires was a thirty-two-year-old mother of two who was a part-time real estate agent and president of the elementary school PTA and could be seen on many, many videos giggling uncontrollably as men spurted cum all over her face and tits.
If she took a particular liking to a couple or group, Hallie would throw herself into the mix at no extra charge.
It was while she was telling me over the phone one day about a group session that had been more intense than usual that she asked rather casually if I'd ever be interested in joining the fun. I had thought about it before but hadn't mentioned it to her because we refrained from sticking our noses, or other parts, into each other's business. But I quickly, instinctively, excitedly said, "Hell yes." She promised to get back to me when she found an appropriate match.
Her call came two weeks later. She had a very attractive couple in their late thirties who were repeat guests, having made a fine couples video the year before. He was a college professor, she was a librarian. They had two teenage daughters. They were just beginning to think about branching out sexually after years of strict monogamy. They wanted to start with a threesome with another man. I would have to take Thursday off work at the firm, but I was up to date on all my projects, so that was not a problem.
I joined them for lunch in the hotel restaurant. Hallie had told them only that they would be joined by a handsome, intelligent, articulate, fun-loving architect with a bigger-than-average dick and who knew exactly how to please a woman. I wasn't sure of that last part, but Hallie said she had consulted with some of my previous and current lovers and had been assured that the claim was true. She hadn't told Mark and Julie that we were siblings.
When she introduced me as her "hunk of a brother, Brian," Mark raised his eyebrows in surprise and Julie smiled broadly. Mark stood to shake my hand. He was an inch or two taller than me, with black hair, a slight tan and a frame that was visibly well-toned even when covered by a polo shirt and shorts. Julie, though she remained seated, was obviously a long-legged, short-skirted swimsuit model in disguise. I couldn't have been more pleased with my assignment.
After lunch, we adjourned to a gazebo overlooking the duck pond where Mark and Julie had decided to shoot the video. The sex zone had been expanded. Indeed, Hallie had created a special section of the website to show that guests could stand on any room balcony and likely observe one or two couples screwing. The videographer, Stephanie, and her assistant were set up and waiting for us.
We started with Mark and me kissing Julie and fondling her tits and ass through her blouse and short skirt. She did not wear a bra or panties, so we quickly had her naked, sucking on her nipples and fingering her pussy. We removed our shirts and shorts, and Julie grabbed a cock in each hand and started stroking them. We were both hard as steel immediately.
I went down on her first. She had a well-trimmed patch of pubic hair above a shaved cunt. She was wet, and I relished the smell and taste of her juices. I could see by looking up at her body as I ate her out that Mark was standing on the gazebo bench and she was sucking his cock. I flicked my tongue over her clit and rammed it into her snatch. She shivered and shook and came almost immediately.
Mark sat down on the bench next to her and pulled her onto his lap. She reached between them and guided his cock into her slit. She arched her back. He raised his hips off the bench. He was deep inside his wife. I stood next to them, one foot on the bench, and Julie leaned toward me to take my dick between her lips. She sucked about half of my shaft into her mouth and then bobbed her head back and forth over my cock and her body up and down over Mark's.
Mark rose, lifting Julie off his dick and away from mine, and gently settled her on hands and knees on the gazebo floor. He scurried around and lay beneath her, his cock pointing up at her face. As she settled her lips around it, he said to me, "Fuck her. Fuck my wife now, Brian." I was happy to oblige.
I leaned into her to drive my rod as deep as I could. I reached around and cradled her swaying tits in my hands. She pushed back to meet every thrust while still managing to keep a steady rhythm sucking Mark's cock. It was quite a feat for a woman who had limited herself to just one man for more than a decade and a half.
