Note from the author: This story is a work of fiction and a continuation of the "An Easter Family Reunion" series. While I will include some of the details from the prior chapters for those who have not read them, those will be kept minimal to avoid redundancy as this chapter is fully intended to be read after those prior ones. If you have not read them, I highly suggest you begin reading there and then continue here when you're done as it will provide a more complete and enjoyable story for you.
The shorter segment format of chapter two seemed to be more appreciated by the reader base according to comments so I will continue this style going forward. As always, I appreciate your comments; both praising and constructively criticizing my work.
Legal Disclaimer: All characters are over the legal age of adulthood (18) in this story.
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"What room are we in?" Kayla asked coming around the front of the car as I stood dumbfounded looking at my phone. I tried to hide the picture message that Gemma had just texted me of her bald inviting womanhood with the heart shaped girl fur up top and the words 'Room 217..., dinner's waiting for you' but Kayla snuck up on me too quickly, snatching the phone from my hands.
"Damn Gemma!" she laughed hysterically. "Looks like someone else is hot and ready for you too, Ronnie."
I tried to grab the phone back from her, but she dodged me with a twist of her shoulder, running to the opposite side of the car. "Come on, Kayla. Give it back." I knew it was worthless to chase her; she was a professional soccer player while I was just a sedentary computer nerd after all.
"Hold on..., I got an idea," she didn't even look up as she messed around on the phone; a devilish smile on her lips illuminated by the screen's light. I edged slowly toward her, hoping that I might sneak up on her while she was preoccupied but halfway to her I stopped frozen; my eyes not believing what I saw.
Kayla stuck her hand with my phone down the front of her shorts, the all-telling click and flash of the camera revealing her inner-leg silhouette through her shorts a couple of times from differing angles. Pulling the camera back out, she reviewed her handiwork and passed the phone back to me as I finally approached her.
"There..., now you have mine for your new collection of conquered kitties," she giggled as she walked for the hotel door, looking over her shoulder at me as she added an extra sway to her tight athletic ass. "Are you coming Ronnie baby?" I told her I'd be up in a sec and she laughed, heading through the door. She had obviously gotten the room number from the message.
Alone in the parking lot in the wee hours of the morning, my curiosity was killing me so I scrolled through my photo gallery to find a new folder marked 'my kitties' that I knew I had never made before. I didn't even own any cats!
Opening the folder, my eyes shot wide open as I beheld a downloaded version of Gemma's womanhood and then scrolling the page I found another saucy picture which I assumed had to be Kayla's lovely girl lips.
Though I had meticulously played with her sex in my fingers for over two hours earlier that night in and outside the car, I hadn't been able to see her properly in the darkness. Now on my screen, a little flared on the left from the camera flash, were her deep brown ample inner lips protruding down through her womanly folds and extending beyond the curve of her pronounced mound. Up top, she had a long thin hood visibly covering her clit; the dark blond hairs of her vulva shaved extremely short but still barely visible.
I began walking toward the hotel door slowly, stunned by this new collection I had received as I scrolled back and forth between them. It was definitely working on my hormones though; they were waking up my soldier with every step I took as I subconsciously sped up toward their room. Still, my mind fought between parallel feelings of desire and guilt coursing through my body.
On one hand, I knew that when I exited the elevator to the second floor, there would be a pretty decent chance I could stick my now stiffening rod into both girls before the night was over. For a 27-year old computer nerd who had only just lost his virginity earlier that very morning, that was definitely a difficult proposition to even consider passing up.
Nevertheless, I really did love my new girlfriend-cousin Brianna dearly and we were going to be married shortly after she moved to Colorado in a couple of weeks. She had been nervous about letting me go on this trip back west with my cousins, fearful that Kayla and Gemma would do..., well, exactly what they were doing. After all, they had unquestionably shown their sexual interest in me at the reunion.
Still, I knew in my heart that I had contorted her words as an excuse to allow myself to enjoy Kayla in the car even though I was well aware that what I had done was completely wrong. "I can't do this anymore," I resolved stepping from the elevator onto the second floor of the hotel, "...not to my sweet Brianna."
Standing outside room 217, I mentally prepared myself to deny anything that either Kayla or Gemma might try. All I needed was Tim's room number so I could go there and get a good night's sleep and then head home when I woke up in a few hours. That way I could be true to Brianna from that point forward and keep my conscious completely clear.
Just as I was about to knock on the door, I recalled the pictures on my phone and brought up the gallery once more to delete them. No temptations! It was like my girl had heard my thoughts from so many miles away though; her name and number popped up on my phone as an incoming call before I could go through with the deletion. It was nearly two in the morning; why would she be calling so late?
'She knows what I did!' I face palmed myself, nearly screaming in my mind. 'Kayla probably called her up, bragging and telling her that she had stolen me away or something.' I ran my hand through my hair, nervously unsure of what I should do; after all, I was new to all this serious relationship stuff.
The phone rang again and I decided that I had to answer it. After all, I had to face the music and accept the consequences for my actions. 'Besides, if Brianna really is upset..., there are always Kayla and Gemma' I thought, trying to convince myself of the bright side but I knew it wasn't really true. With both of them, it was purely physical; Gemma had said so herself. They didn't love me deeply the way Brianna felt..., and the way I felt toward her as well.
The phone rang for what I knew was the last time before the voicemail would pick up. I took in a deep nervous breath. "Um... hi baby...," I answered apprehensively, the guilt having fully taken over any pretense of the earlier desire completely.
