Chapter 3
The taxi ride to the resort wasn't anything to write home about. The smell was something I could do without for the rest of my life. After the thirty-minute ride that took us through several sections of dense rainforests and some hilly terrain, we arrived at the resort. Palm trees, white sandy beaches, and clear blue water surrounded the property. Check-in was usually uneventful, but not this year. To our surprise, our father had checked us in as adults, which meant we would be able to drink if we liked. It was all in the color of the braided wristband, something that you could never take off until you checked out. The plastic oval with the resort's logo in the center did a few things. But, most importantly, it was the key to your room. The logo was also the very thing that told staff you were staying and not just a guest from a sister resort. With it being a large chain resort, it had an added perk that you could also go to the other resorts under their umbrella companies to eat, drink, and swim in their pools for no cost. We were excited, to say the least.
The next surprise was the one that would change everything in our lives forever. The resort had screwed up our reservation, and after a lot of bickering back and forth. My father finally and reluctantly agreed after the resort threw in some extras and upgraded our rooms. The girls were also going to get some extra spa days free of charge. As far as the rooms went, they were still side by side, but our upgrade had put us in suites. They also didn't have that pesky little door between rooms that would benefit our parents to come in and out whenever they pleased. My father and his newfound relationship with me had saved us and mainly because we hadn't brought any friends. What a great decision at the time, especially one we didn't want or like.
The rooms were almost identical, both with beautiful white marble flooring and high-end dΓ©cor. A large hot tub sat in the middle of the suite, and one on the balcony for the sunsets the resort called "magical." The large walk-in shower had two full-body jet systems, three showerheads, and a thirty-inch rain shower. It was the most extensive shower I had ever seen in my short life. However, the minibar was anything but that. With a complete range of top-shelf liquor on the wall and a large lounge area, you could host a hell of a party and still have room. Last but not least was the giant king-size bed that looked to be floating three feet above the floor finished off the room nicely. Even with the resort being a luxury resort, the suites were next level.
"Are y'all sure this is okay?" My father asked, walking into the room and looking right at the king-size bed, the only bed in the room.
"Of course, dad, we've slept in the same bed a bunch of times before. Share the same tent when we go camping. We'll be fine." Katie said like it wasn't a big deal. She was back to her old self and feeling better than ever.
"Just stay on your side of the bed, butthead," I said, as I tried to back her up and put my father at ease.
"Well, if it gets too weird, I'll let you sleep with mom, and I'll come over here, okay? And please try to get along." My father said as he left and closed the door to our room.
"Oh my God, this is beautiful. I can't believe I get two weeks alone with my man, and we get to sleep together every night." She said, now in my arms, having run across the room, leaping into my arms and placing little wet kisses all over my face.
"Yes, this is going to be awesome."
Not thirty seconds after the door closed. The hotel phone started to ring, causing her to leap out of my arms and onto the bed on all fours. She made sure to crawl as seductively as she could over to it, putting her lovely round ass on full display for me. The tiny cut-off jean shorts that rode way up into her ass also left little to the imagination. About 3 inches of her ass cheeks protruded below the bottom of the shorts when she was standing. I now knew why she had a sweater tied around her waist when we left the house. With her back arched and her ass high in the air, I could clearly see the lips of her sex on each of the tiny strip of denim. It was only suitable for covering her entrance at this angle.
"Hello."
"Ok"
"What time?"
"See ya then."
"Bye"
"Mom made reservations for us at 7:30, so that means we have six hours to do whatever we want. Wanna go to the beach for a little while?" she giggled.
"As long as we make a drink before we leave. I'm down."
"Good call, babe," she shot back. "Lock the door."
I headed to the door, turned the deadbolt, and walked over to the minibar to make some beach drinks.
"Hey Siri, what's the best mix drink for the beach?"
"For six drinks:
12 ounces silver tequila
6 ounces fresh lime juice
1.5 ounces light agave
1.5 ounces hot water
1.5 ounces room temperature water
Six lime wheels (if you're fancy)."
"Ummmm, nope, let's try Google," I said under my breath.
"Ok, Google, what's the best mix for the beach and ingredients."
"Ok, for Sex on the beach, you'll need. Peach schnapps, cranberry juice, orange juice, and vodka. Came through the speaker on the phone.
"Well, baby, it looks like we're having sex on the beach," I said a little too loud.