This story focuses on the theme of incest. If this doesn't interest you, please do not read further. Thanks for your time.
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Vegas. Sin City. Matt Piazza always expected his first trip to Vegas would be with his friends, gambling and partying their asses off. He hadn't anticipated meeting Summer in college and falling head over heels in love. He gazed out the window of the plane as it began its descent and felt Summer squeeze his hand. He turned his head, her piercing green eyes met his and he smiled. She never failed to give him butterflies. She was simply the most beautiful girl on the planet to him. Even dressed in sweatpants, no makeup, with her hair pulled back in a ponytail, she was a stunner. He gazed at her, noting her pale porcelain skin and delicate nose that accentuated her wide full lips. Her loose clothing hid her large C cup breasts, lean legs, and firm ass. She had her long brown hair tied up in a ponytail. She smiled with perfect white teeth, "Why are you staring, silly? You are grinning like a fool."
Matt loved that part of her allure was her modesty, she just didn't see herself the way everyone else did.
"Just reminding myself how lucky I am to have you."
"I love you too, now put your tray away, we are about to land."
Summer was nervous. Plane landings terrified her, she couldn't even bear to look out the window. She was also nervous about her wedding. Nervous that it wouldn't go as planned. Nervous at seeing her brother for the first time in three years. Nervous that she was committing herself to what was essentially her first real boyfriend. She couldn't fathom that she would be a married woman in just two days. She had blossomed late in life and boys hadn't started chasing her until her senior year of high school. She had grown up without a lot of friends, she preferred reading and hanging in the house to hanging out or playing with the other kids. She loved to read and write poetry as well. It didn't help that her mother had remarried and moved her into a new town when she was fourteen. She felt alone in the new town, a skinny teenager with barely any friends, and she basically became a recluse. Her dad had left the year before, when he ran off with a coworker he had been secretly dating. Neither she or her mother had spoken to him since.
Her brother, Kevin, was five years older and the exact opposite of Summer. He was an extrovert, extremely outgoing, and popular. Summer, on the other hand, was a quiet introvert all through high school until she was in her first year of college. That's when she met Matt. He was six foot tall, handsome, had a thin athletic body, and a great personality. They became fast friends, then best friends, and eventually lovers. They graduated just last June, both securing entry level jobs, and got an apartment together in the city. They were saving for a house and planned on having children as soon as financially possible.
They looked at different options on where to get married but kept landing on Vegas due to their budget constraints. It would be a quick destination wedding and honeymoon wrapped in one. They kept the guest list small, family only. They would throw a small separate dinner party with their friends when they got home. She had only invited her brother since her mom and her step-dad were always off traveling. She knew they would decline and she didn't want to be let down. She closed her eyes and gripped Matt's hand as they descended to the runway.
Kevin strolled leisurely around the pool at the Cosmopolitan Hotel until he noticed a group of thirty-something ladies gathered near one of the pool bars. He casually made his way over to the bar and found an empty seat across from the women and ordered a beer. He scrolled around on his phone, then made eye contact with one of the women, a cute blonde with sunburnt shoulders and large breasts. She blushed and smiled back at him. Kevin had a way with women for as long as he could remember. He was tall, almost six foot four, with light brown hair that he kept shaggy. He was clean shaven with an athletic muscular body. His hawkish facial features, large lips, and height had many of his ex-girlfriends telling him he could be a model.
As he sat and listened to the women drone on he realized he had made a mistake. These ladies were already drunk and were single by the lack of rings on their fingers. He figured it wouldn't take much conversation to bring one of these girls up to his room and that bored him. He liked a challenge, and drunk single women were easy. He had arrived in Vegas late the night before and was on his way to meet his sister, Summer, who landed a few hours ago with her soon to be husband, Matt. Kevin had a vague recollection of Matt, he met him briefly over three years before at a Christmas gathering at his mother's home but he hadn't seen Summer or his mother since. He had considered declining the invitation when he discovered his mother wasn't going to attend but the wedding seemed like a convenient reason to see what Vegas was all about. Bored with the Cosmo Pool, he paid his tab and went to hail a taxi.
John Piazza lounged on the couch in their nicely adorned suite near the top of the Bellagio hotel. They had secured adjoining suites next to Matt and Summer. His wife, Amber, was looking at herself for the third time in the full length mirror. She had on a cute white tennis skirt and a white collared shirt. She stood just 5'2" with long dirty blonde hair but the skirt accentuated her legs making her look taller. Her elfish features, thin face, strong straight nose, and wide smile had often drawn comparisons to Sarah Michelle Gellar when she was young. Her large B tits fit her frame well and her nipples were slightly visible poking through the thin shirt. John thought to himself that his pert little wife was getting even sexier with age.
"You look hot honey, stop changing and let's go play some pickleball already."
"Do you like this outfit? I think I may need a different bra, I think my nipples are pushing through."
"You look amazing. It's Vegas after all and it's hot as hell outside. What you are wearing is nothing compared to what the kids at the pool will have on."
"Ok, just one second, I want to put sunblock on."
John sipped his water and waited, thinking about how great his life has become since the kids were grown and out of the house. For over twenty years the kids had been their sole focus. He worked long hours in sales for an insurance company while Amber stayed at home, raising their two children and taking care of the house. Every penny he ever earned went to his mortgage and saving up to make sure his kids could attend college. With his mortgage finally paid off and no kids to support, they no longer lived paycheck to paycheck. Amber went to pilates class every day, helped out at the local church, and at night they would often eat out for dinner. Their sex life had also increased substantially. They were screwing two nights a week now after spending twenty years having sex once a month or less. They'd even begun experimenting with vibrators and watching an occasional porn video. They would talk dirty to each other while watching porn, imagining each other in the videos and discussing what they would do with the porn stars.
He smiled thinking about how much more sexual his wife had become, it was like they were twenty years old again. He looked around his five-star hotel suite, out past the balcony and the city, and he could almost feel the energy of the town. Vegas made him feel different, like anything was possible. Amber finally emerged from the bedroom, she quickly threw on a white hat, and they headed to the elevators.
Matt was annoyed. He had been relaxing by the pool with Summer, listening to the music and enjoying the hot Nevada sun when Summer's brother, Kevin, showed up. That was thirty minutes ago and Kevin hadn't stopped talking yet. It wasn't just that he talked alot, he also made Matt feel small. Matt wasn't short by any means, standing at six foot tall but Kevin towered over him at six foot four. With his good looks and toned muscular body, he was easy for Matt to dislike. It didn't help that Kevin kept calling him 'Little Bro' in conversation. Kevin was in the middle of another story when Matt's mother and father entered the pool area. Matt waved them over.
Kevin stopped mid-sentence, "Hey Little Bro, you didn't tell me your sister was a hottie."
Amber rolled eyes but seemed pleased with the compliment, "I suppose you must be Summer's brother. Nice to meet you."
Kevin shook hands with her and John before turning his attention back to Amber.
"You playing some tennis, you look ready for Wimbledon. That is an amazing outfit."
"Pickleball, you ever play?"
