A Family Too Close 4: All Together
Author's Note. This is the final chapter of a four-part series involving sexual relations between stepsiblings and their respective parents. It is a TABOO story and if such fantasies offend, then this is likely not the story for you. All characters are over the age of 18.
The hotel was lavish with mirrors and paintings on every wall. Vases overflowing with bouquets on every countertop and table. Charlie watched his stepsister shine in her thin floral dress. It revealed her glossy legs and her unrestrained breasts. There were even laces on the front tied into a loose bow. All he had to do was pull one of them to reveal her delicate luminous brown skin.
Jasmine was bubbly, practically hopping up and down as they both waited for their stepparents to get the keys to the rooms. Charlie whispered into her ear, and she giggled with delight. His hand drifted to her waist and brought her close. Over the last three months, she had regularly come into his bed to fuck. At least, when they weren't fucking each other's parents. It had become a game. What part of the house to fuck in and how to remain quiet.
They were far enough away from the receptionist desk and their parents. He kissed her neck, brief and simple. It sent signals tumbling down Jasmine's spine, making her nipples tense up. Now how was she going to explain that? It was at least 85 degrees out. Jasmine edged away from him and shot him a devious smile.
Not yet
, it said.
The keys were dropped into Anita's extended hand. They weren't keycards like most modern hotels. Instead, they were brass and old-fashioned.
Bill placed his hand on Anita's back. She tensed up and cleared her throat before stepping out of his reach. Bill and Anita had been at an awkward impasse for weeks. All of them coming for Jasmine's soccer tournament had been Bill's idea. A little vacation to mend the rift. Charlie and Jasmine didn't really know what they had been arguing over. Certainly not the secret trysts they shared with their children.
"This way. We're on floor 4," Anita said leading them to the elevator. She handed Jasmine a key. It dangled and flashed from Jasmine's fingertips as an idea sparked in her eyes. She dashed for the stairs with Charlie at her heels.
"Where are you going?" her mother's voice inquired from behind her.
"Racing!" She shouted back as she bounded up the stairs. Charlie was just far enough behind for her to pull off her shoes and hold them by the straps. '
Ah, that's better
,' she thought as she skipped up another flight of stairs.
She heard him getting closer but was over-confident. Sure, he was more athletic than her, but he was muscle, and she was a soccer player and all they did was run. The head start also helped. So, when his hand gripped her arm and pulled her to him against the wall, her heart stalled and her breath faltered. It was his kiss that jumpstarted her heart again.
He held her waist and one hand ventured up until it was cupping her breast. He thumbed the thin cords that fastened the front of the dress together. Their breathing was hoarse and overlapping. Her hands were in his hair. He was sweaty, heaving against her. His cock was hard. She leaned in. Charlie thought it was for a kiss but her lips extended up to his ear.
"I want to win," she whispered, her eyes shining before she slipped like water from his grip. He couldn't help but let out a startled laugh as she disappeared up the next flight of stairs. Was it really that easy for her to dismiss him or was it the excitement of being in a new country that caught hold of her.
A dark thought pierced his thoughts. It had lingered for weeks. The thought that she liked his father more than him. They had both had their bond with their stepparents and hadn't stopped having sex with each other, but something had changed between them. It wasn't like the first time when they heard their parents fucking. It was infuriating but he had always suspected that it was hearing their parents in another room that had driven her over the edge with him. He tried to push his doubts out of his mind, following her footsteps as if they were rose petals.
Despite the diversion, he was sure that they had made it first. When Charlie got up to the floor it was clear which room was their's because the door was left wide open. Jasmine was standing at the balcony, her hands of the rail and the afternoon breeze whipping her black hair about her arms.
He wanted to touch her again, to feel her against him. That's when he noticed the two queen beds. They looked so comfortable and puffy with chocolates on the bedside table. One would have done the trick but obviously, its not as if Bill or Anita would have known they were more than willing to share a bed. Little did they know that it would just add to the fun.
Charlie was about to share his thoughts with Jasmine when he heard the voices from behind them. To his surprise, his stepparents both walked in. Charlie looked at his father in confusion.
"Where's your room?" He blurted.
"There was a mistake!" Bill sighed, looking at Anita. "They didn't plan for such a large tournament."
"But-" Charlie faltered as his dreams of sharing a private room with Jasmine dissipated. He wanted to be near Anita as well, of course, but this seemed like an impossible situation.
"We're all adults here. You can share a bed with Jasmine. You two can even choose which one you want. Besides, we're going to be outside for most of our trip anyway."
"Right, okay," Charlie said. "I guess that makes sense." He ran a hand through his hair and thought he saw Anita glancing his direction. A smile played at his lips. Maybe this wouldn't be the worst situation after all.
~
Charlie and Bill waited in the lobby bar while the ladies got ready. It had taken them no time to put on some swim trunks and t-shirts but both Anita and Jasmine wanted to dress up even if it was to go swimming.
Bill was talking up the bartender, asking him about his favorite haunts over a stiff drink when Charlie heard Jasmine's trademark giggle. He looked over his shoulder and practically did a double-take.
