29 comments/ 104704 views/ 191 favorites Honeymoon Suiteness By: ElCapitanDeHierro "Honey, we don't need to deal with all this stuff," said Bryan Shaughnessy, pushing the list across the coffee table. "At least not right now. We can get back to it in the morning." Meghan gave him the same icy stare he'd seen a hundred times. He had foolishly hoped he would see less of it after proposing to her, but it seemed that as they planned their wedding, Meghan's evil eyes had appeared with more frequency and intensity. "In the morning?" Meghan looked as though Bryan was confessing to a murder. "We have a month to go, and we still have tons left to do. What am I going to tell the venue? They need to know what we've picked!" Bryan tried to stay calm. After all, he was going to be spending quite a lot of time with this woman in the future. He had to learn how to work with her. "We need these wine glasses," Meghan shot back. She slowed down and talked to Bryan like he was a child. "Otherwise, we won't be able to serve wine." "You know what I meant, Honey," Bryan replied. "We can get almost any style, and people are going to have a good time." Meghan knew he was right, but all the same, she stormed out of the room, leaving Bryan in a familiar state of helplessness. He and Meghan had been fighting a lot lately. In situations like this, he'd normally call Bridget, but his sister was out of the country. She had taken a trip to Ireland with her university's architecture club, and she wouldn't return until a week before the wedding. It was one last hurrah for Bridget, who was set to graduate at the end of the summer. She only needed to finish one online course, which she could complete from abroad. After that, she would start job hunting. She talked about traveling to the rest of Europe, or Japan, or Australia... just about anywhere. Bryan's honeymoon to Cancun was about all he would really be able to do in terms of travel, given Meghan's work schedule. Bridget, however, would go crazy staying in one place like that. She wanted to see the whole world. It made sense to Bryan. They had money from the will and from the settlement, after their father's accident. Neither of their parents had any siblings, so their two kids never had aunts or uncles or cousins. If it weren't for Bryan, their mother, and a few college friends, Bridget wouldn't be tied down at all. She was cheated of a normal life in many ways; why shouldn't she get something back? Bryan badly wanted to contact his sister. An e-mail could reach her, but it wouldn't carry the same personal connection he wanted. Besides, she couldn't do anything to help him this time. The last time he called Bridget, it was the same problem: Meghan was freaking out about the wedding, and left the apartment in anger. Bryan dialed his sister, who wasted no time in getting to his front door. That time, Bridget stayed longer than usual. The two siblings watched a movie together, and Bridget found herself curled up against her brother's chest. Bryan remembered stroking her wavy black hair a bit as the movie went on, and how they caressed each other lightly for a few minutes. Bryan knew it was borderline inappropriate, but he shrugged it off; he was engaged, and Bridget was family. Also, though he struggled to admit it to himself, he found himself overcome with a curious attraction to his sister. They had always been close, having grown up without a father, and only separated in age by two years. Bryan could always rationalize any feelings he had toward Bridget as regular brother-sister stuff. It was no secret he cared a great deal about her, and their movie cuddling session was merely evidence of that. That was a week ago. The following day, she left for the airport, and Bryan stayed in Ohio with his fiancé, who was becoming increasingly difficult to deal with. Bryan thought back to the time he and Meghan met. Bryan had taken a bit of a leap by agreeing to hit a local bar for happy hour after work. They were all talking about the red-headed bombshell in the corner, discussing who should go talk her up. Bryan was 23 years old and stupid, so he decided he was the man for the job. While the others chatted, Bryan waltzed over to the redhead, and found her even more striking than before. At 5 feet 8 inches and a generous bust size, with shoulder-length red hair, the young woman seemingly lacked nothing in the looks department. Bryan introduced himself, and discovered that the knockout standing in front of him was named Meghan Matthews. Bryan supposed that, as a fairly decent-looking man, he had as good a shot as any. His fair skin wouldn't do him any favors, but his dark hair and fit 6-foot-2-inch stature should help him out. Besides, women like a man with a good personality and sense of humor right? Bryan did his best to be charming, and it worked. Meghan left her ten digits on a receipt, and they were engaged seven months later. In retrospect, seven months was way, way too fast. In the following months, Bryan came to realize just how many issues he and Meghan had to work through. He valued hard work, though, and marriage was hard work. Though he wished he had waited to propose, Bryan didn't see any value in backing out now. Sure, Meghan was neurotic and somewhat controlling. Sure, she was a tad selfish in bed. But they'd work these things out like adults. But was she really an adult? Every time he tried to bring up these issues, she shut him down. Bridget had always been there to remind him why he was doing all this. "She makes you happy, right?" Bridget once asked her brother. Bryan nodded hesitantly. "Then you have to take the good with bad." Bridget gave the half-smile that melted Bryan every time he saw it. How could he say no to her? Bryan didn't know how happy Meghan really made him, though. Was he getting married just to get married? Was it because she was so attractive that he didn't think he could do better? Bryan looked back at his adorable sister, and relented. He couldn't disappoint her, not after all they'd been through. He told her that yes, he'd take the good with the bad. But Bridget wasn't here this time. Bryan didn't have close male friends anymore; ever since he and Meghan got together, Bryan lost touch with his old college buddies. He had his mother, but Bridget was always closer to mom than he was. Bryan didn't feel that he could go to his mother for relationship advice. It was only Bridget. He thought back to a conversation they once had. Bryan asked Bridget what she planned to do after school, besides travel. She told him that she figured she'd find the right man and settle down, maybe have kids. Bryan concentrated harder, and recalled the specific words she used: "When I'm lucky enough to find a guy like you, we'll make a life for each other." Bryan had always figured he would find a girl like Bridget: funny, spontaneous, insightful, charming, beautiful. While Meghan was beautiful - by many standards the most beautiful woman he knew - she was nothing like Bridget. Bridget was pretty in her own right. While she didn't stun every guy who walked by, she could get most guys' attention at least. After that, it was a matter of personality... and her eyes. Bridget's shimmering blue eyes could melt the heart of every man in history, Bryan was convinced. Meghan seemed colder, more career-driven, more ambitious. He didn't think these were necessarily bad things, but he knew he would always compare her to his sister. Meghan didn't measure up. For the first time in a while, Bryan was seriously doubting whether this was all the right thing. He went to his liquor cabinet and grabbed the Jameson. Irish whiskey for a saddened Irish man. It seemed fitting. Bryan threw back a small glass, probably too quickly. Then he had another, and another. Soon, he found himself in and out of consciousness, contemplating his impending marriage to a woman he wasn't sure he truly loved. The next thing Bryan knew, there was a loud BANG BANG BANG at the front door of his apartment. A woman shouted, "Bryan, are you in there? Answer your phone!" Bryan tried to compose himself. He saw the Jameson on the counter, half empty, and began to piece together what had happened. But what surprised him was that, as he stood up, he didn't have a headache. He always got terrible hangovers after blacking out. So... he wasn't hung over. He was still drunk. And Meghan wasn't going to like that. He lumbered toward the door, and stood there for a minute. Meghan continued slamming on the door until Bryan opened it. "Hey Honey," he managed to blurt out. Meghan gave him a suspicious look before she smelled it. "You're drunk," she stated matter-of-factly. Meghan stood there looking as angry as Bryan had ever seen her. She saw the Jameson on the counter. "You're really, really fucking drunk. I called you eight times, you asshole." Bryan realized he'd left his phone in his bedroom, and that he slept in the living room. This wasn't going well. "Baby, I'm so sorry. After last night, I just..." "You just what?" Meghan accused. "You just decided to get wasted because you and your sister couldn't talk about how much of a bitch I am?" That was too far. Bryan perked up a bit, and realized he wasn't as drunk as he thought. "Whoa, honey. What is that supposed to mean?" Meghan's arms were folded defensively, but Bryan kept at it. "I talk to Bridget when I'm feeling down, yeah. But we don't talk about that. She loves you! She's the one who always reminds me why I love you!" As soon as he said it, Bryan knew how poor a choice of words he used. "Reminded? You need your sister to remind you that you love me?" Meghan had gone from furious, to hurt, to both in a span of five seconds. "So what are we going to do when she's not around? What happens when we're married and Bridget is off on some stupid trip and we have a fight? Are you gonna just get shitfaced again?" Bryan didn't have a good answer for that. He had no idea what he'd do without Bridget. The time she'd been gone was already hell for him. It occurred to Bryan that his sister meant more to him than his fiancé, which scared him. What scared him even more was the mere idea that Bridget would continue to be away for long periods of time, and he'd be stuck with Meghan. "Well, what are we going to do then?" Meghan's bottom lip began to quiver. "When you can't go to your sister when you don't feel like dealing with me?" For perhaps the first time in their relationship, Bryan knew that he was about to say what Meghan didn't want to hear, and said it anyway. "I don't know," Bryan said. Meghan stood in the doorway, tears falling down her face. She reached her right hand toward her left, and began to slip the ring off her finger. "I think we did this all too fast," Meghan said, "and I don't think you're ready to be a husband right now." She handed the ring back to Bryan. "I'm sorry. I have to go. If you want to call later when you're sober, I'm willing to listen." That was it. Bryan stood in the doorway for a minute. Or five minutes, or twenty. He shut the door, and lumbered back to his bedroom. He didn't shed a single tear. He just thought about how many mistakes he'd made, how he wished he could go back in time and never propose, and how he wished his sister was here to comfort him. Bryan woke again, but there was no light coming into his room this time. It was evening, and the only source of light was his bedside lamp. The memories rushed back to Bryan, who raced to his phone and found Meghan on speed dial. "Hi honey," Bryan said into the speaker. "I'm sorry about this morning. I let myself get carried away after our fight, and that's not okay." At first, Meghan said nothing, but after a few seconds, Bryan heard her voice from the other end. "Bryan, I know this isn't the first time you've felt that way. This isn't our first fight, and it won't be the last. A marriage works when the two people can resolve their conflicts." "You're right," Bryan replied, "We don't do that very well, do we?" "Not as well as we need to," Meghan responded. Bryan briefly considered suggesting couples therapy, but deep down, he really didn't want to go through that with her. And why hadn't Meghan suggested it? It seemed like the obvious answer to their problems. But if it was so obvious, then why couldn't either of them make the suggestion? It was then that Bryan saw that the real solution to their problems had already been delivered. It was over between him and Meghan. "So that's it, huh?" "I'll cancel what arrangements I can," Meghan said. "I'm sorry about Cancun. I think you should still go, if you think it'll help." Bryan hadn't even considered their honeymoon up until now. Meghan was quick to point it out; perhaps she had been thinking about this course of action for a long time. Either way, it pained Bryan to think about going on a honeymoon without his bride. He figured that if he went, he would spend the entire time thinking about the mistakes he had made. Bryan sat down in front of his computer. Almost instinctively, he began an e-mail to his little sister. He needed her now more than ever, but she was going to be gone for another few weeks. Still, if she could reach a telephone and make a long-distance call - if he could just talk to her for a little while, he knew it would help. Bryan's e-mail indicated the best times to reach him. After he finished it, he called his mother to give her the disappointing news. Bryan knew it would be tough on mom, since she had been so thrilled when he "finally brought a girl home." She was ecstatic that her baby boy was going to be married. Bryan didn't know how to tell her. When the time came, he just said it. "Meghan broke off the engagement, and it looks like we're done for good as a couple." "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry," mom said over the phone. "I don't know what to say. I'm coming over right away." "No mom," Bryan replied. "I just want to be alone for a while." That was mostly a lie. Bryan didn't want to be alone; he wanted his sister to be by his side. And while he thought company might help, he still didn't want to face his mother's disappointment right now. Over the phone, it was easier to maintain the illusion that she wasn't even disappointed at all, and that he was in control of his emotions. "Ok, honey," she said. "I'll be thinking of you, and whenever you're ready, we'll have a big dinner at home to help you feel better. And we'll talk." She paused for a moment. "I love you so much." "Thanks, mom." Bryan hung up and returned to his computer. Three new e-mails. Two of them were junk mail. Or job offers, or warrants for his arrest for all he cared. He would never have noticed them, because the third one was from Bridget. He began to read: "I'm so sorry, Baby! I'm coming home as soon as I can. There's a plane leaving tomorrow morning, and I think I can get to Dayton Airport by Thursday morning. I'll see you soon!" At first, Bryan paused at the word "baby." An odd choice coming from his sister, but he supposed this was an overwhelming situation for her. His next thoughts focused on the topic at hand: she was coming home. Bridget was bailing on her Ireland trip to console her dumb older brother. Bryan couldn't let that happen. He messaged her back, saying that she needed to stay, and she could just call him. In truth, he badly wanted her to be back in Dayton as soon as possible, but that wasn't fair. She was quick to respond again, and she was adamant. "Ireland will still be here the next time I want to come, and so will the money. I need to see you. I'm coming home. End of story." In that way, she was a little bit like Meghan. Though she didn't have many major ambitions, when she found something she really did want, she found a way to get it. The young woman was determined. After an excruciating day and a half of waiting, Bryan drove to the airport just outside of their home city. Dayton was considered by many to be the birthplace of flight, and the town took pride in its history of aviation. Much of that pride was reflected in its airport. When Bryan arrived a few minutes early, he strolled around the concourse beneath massive models of early planes. Thankfully, Bridget wasn't stuck on one of those old death traps. According to the monitors, her 747 had just arrived from New York, where Bridget had connected to from Dublin. Bryan headed to her flight's baggage claim area, and looked for her signature maroon suitcase the size of a small bear. The monstrosity was hard to miss, and sure enough, Bryan spotted it the moment it came onto the conveyor belt. As he approached, a young woman's voice called out from behind him, "I think that one's mine." Bryan turned 180 degrees to find his sister standing there, with nothing but sympathy and love on her face. Though clearly jet-lagged, Bryan thought she looked as beautiful as ever. Bridget's black hair tumbled past her fair-skinned and ever-so-slightly freckled face and over her shoulders. Her bright blue eyes completed her wild Irish look, giving the impression that she could have been a fresh immigrant, rather than a tourist coming home. "Thank you so much," Bryan managed to say. "You didn't have to." Bridget's eyebrows raised even more to highlight her sympathy. "Of course I did," she said. She gave a Bryan a quick smile and rushed in to embrace him. "I'm so sorry. This must be the absolute worst." Not at the moment, it wasn't. The two days prior had been the worst. This day was much better now. Bryan held his sister close to him for several minutes. They exchanged some more words of sorrow and sympathy and love. When they eventually parted, Bryan took a long look at his sister. At 5-feet, 7-inches, she stood at a complementary height for her brother. Her necklace of the crucifix was barely visible, mostly covered up by her t-shirt. The girl had retained more of their Catholic upbringing than Bryan, enough that she at least wanted to travel with a spiritual keepsake when she could remember. Bridget didn't take the practice too seriously, but there are some interesting sayings about old habits that applied in this case. Bryan realized that neither of them had grabbed Bridget's suitcase. He located it again quickly, and hauled it off of the machine and across the concourse. The damn thing was big for him; how did his sister, lug this thing across Ireland? He let it go, and they packed up the car and headed home. But where was home? They could go back to Bryan's apartment and hang out, but Bryan had a better idea. Bridget was back on the other side of town living with their mother. "So mom said that when I'm ready, she'd make me a big dinner," Bryan told his sister in the car. "I'm thinking I take her up on that offer today. What do you think?" "Oooh, I love that idea!" Bridget said, beaming back at her brother. "Wait, does mom know you're home yet?" Bryan asked. In all of the confusion and depression, he'd forgotten to tell their mother that Bridget was on her way back from Ireland. "I didn't tell her," Bridget said calmly. "I figured you would. I'll call her up right now and let her know the plan." Bridget fiddled around with her phone a bit. "Hi mom," she said. "It's your daughter." Bryan heard an excited and audibly surprised woman on the other end. "Yeah, I'm actually in Ohio right now." Bryan was able to make out a "why" or a "what" on the other end. Bridget turned to look at Bryan during the next part. "Well, your son e-mailed me and told me what happened. I couldn't stay out of the country, mom. I just couldn't do that." Bryan couldn't make out what their mother was saying on the other end, but the way Bridget insisted again that she had to see her brother warmed his heart. Bridget continued, "So he said that you'd make us a big dinner if he was feeling up for it, and he's right next to me, telling me he that he is." Their mother squealed with excitement on the other end. She loved cooking for guests, especially her children. "Ok," Bridget concluded, "see you soon. We'll be there around 4:00." Honeymoon Suiteness Ch. 02 Author's Note: Thanks for the patience, and sorry for the wait. I was looking for an editor, and unfortunately was unable to find one. If any of you are interested in helping me out with editing, I would appreciate it. Chapter 3 is forthcoming. ***** Bryan woke up slowly in a haze. To his right, sunlight peered in through the blinds of his extravagant honeymoon suite, passing over the dormant hot tub. An empty whiskey tumbler stood alone on the counter to his left above the mini bar. Right on top of him lay the naked woman he had just made love to. She was a stunning young lady, a girl of 22 years with light cream-colored skin and long, wavy black hair. The untamed Irish beauty had unleashed a previously unseen ferocity just hours ago, but now her head rested on Bryan's chest, and her soft breathing was the only sound to be heard in the chambers. She wore a satisfied smile as she slept, as though there was nothing more to accomplish in the day, despite the fact that it was only late afternoon. The young woman had just given herself over to Bryan some hours earlier, and he gratefully accepted. If they hadn't been brother and sister, he thought, it surely would have happened earlier. But looking at her while she napped, he realized that waiting for this was no sin. If anything, the delay made the deed that much more intense. He contemplated waking Bridget up so that he could hit the bathroom, but just then his sister stirred and came out of her slumber. She opened her eyes, and Bryan caught a glimpse of the two bright blue irises as she darted them this way and that, assessing the situation with her head still on Bryan's chest. Bridget crawled up along Bryan's body until her face met his, and she kissed him, and kissed him, and kissed him again. "That was incredible," she said, her lightly freckled face just inches away, her breasts pressing down against his chest. Bridget's eyes widened when she pieced together the implications of the events that had transpired. "And crazy! Oh my God, I can't believe that actually happened!" Bridget buried her face into Bryan's chest, and began to shed a few tears that Bryan was certain she was trying to hide. "Yeah, I'm still in a bit of shock," he replied, gathering his thoughts. He had to make sure he was clear about his intentions. "I don't regret it, though. You should know that" "Oh, God, no..." Bridget reassured him after her head shot back up. "That's not what I meant. It's just... you're my brother, and we had sex!" "Yeah," Bryan said. "We definitely did. Although, it is your fault, you know..." "Excuse me?" she asked in a fake tone of indignation. "I believe you're the one who brought me on this romantic honeymoon. Don't blame me for getting a little carried away!" "You put on sexy lingerie and seduced me," Bryan said, deadpan. Nodding, Bridget said with a smirk, "It worked..." They both burst into laughter at the situation, and as they calmed down, they found themselves kissing again. Bryan began to move toward the edge of the humungous bed. "Nooooooo, stay in bed with me!" Bridget moaned. She fake pouted, sticking out her lower lip, but Bryan withstood her powerful appeal. "I really have to pee," he admitted. "Besides, we can still do plenty during the day. And then we can do plenty during the night." Bryan's quip had the desired effect on his sister, who gave him a flirtatious grin at the prospect of a full night together without any boundaries. Boundaries, Bryan thought, standing above the toilet. They had removed all of them. Or had they simply ignored the boundaries, which society put up for a reason? Washing his hands, Bryan decided that wasn't important... at least not right now. He figured that as long as he and Bridget could admit that what they were doing was crazy and unconventional, then rules be damned. Stepping out of the bathroom, Bryan saw Bridget finally climb out of the bed, just as naked as he was, her perfect, medium-sized breasts barely losing form as she stood, her pussy on full display. She reached down and picked up the babydoll top with which she had successfully seduced her brother. "So," she said with a wicked smile. "You think this is sexy? That's what you said, 'sexy lingerie.'" "Good God, yes," Bryan responded without thinking. He tried to re-state himself in a more gentlemanly way. "I mean, it went perfect with your... everything." Though a simple 'yes' would have sufficed, and he sounded like an utter fool, his sister knew him well enough to know what he meant. "Hmmm," Bridget held it up against her torso. "Maybe I'll tell the designer about this. Think of the advertising! 'So enticing, you could get your own brother to fuck you.' Or would that not be a selling point?" Bridget cackled at the thought, but Bryan stood silently. "Yeah, yeah. Go on, get the jokes out," Bryan said. "Well, they're not aimed at you," Bridget replied. "Like you said, I'm mostly at fault here. Anyway, what else you wanna do?" Bryan considered their options. It was too late in the day to go off-resort to explore the other attractions in Cancun. But there was a small amphitheater that Bryan read about in the brochure that was supposed to have music every night. "How's a Mariachi band sound?" He asked. "Ooooh, sounds lovely," Bridget said. "And possibly hilarious. Will they have alcohol there?" Bryan tossed her a slightly condescending look. Of course there would be alcohol there. Bridget got the message. "Alright, it's a date," she said with a smile. The siblings finally began to put on some clothes. Bryan threw on simple khaki shorts and a green polyester polo shirt that would help deal with the humidity. Bridget dressed herself in a gorgeous turquoise sundress with a wide white belt, yet another garment that brought out her eyes. "You look great," he said. Bridget smiled. "Thank you," she kissed him and stared at him adoringly. "I love my brother." She kissed him again. "Love you, too." Bryan led her out the suite door, and they held hands as they walked to the amphitheater. The resort grounds continued to amaze Bryan. He walked with his sister through a series of pristine sidewalks, which stretched like bridges across the most gorgeous lawns he had ever seen. They strolled past regal-looking lampposts, benches, balconies - everything looked like it was straight out of a painting. To their right was a marble railing overlooking the beach. The tide rolled in and out beneath the orange setting sun. It was a perfect evening. Bryan and Bridget arrived at the little stone-benched amphitheater just before 8 p.m., and the band was almost finished setting up. Before taking their seats, the two of them hit the bar to have a few drinks. Bryan started with a martini, while Bridget when with the classic margarita again. "So, this is wonderful," Bridget said, barely able to contain herself. "Honestly, I couldn't have imagined all of this going better." "It really is great tonight, isn't it?" Bryan responded. Bridget looked down at her drink and stirred, tilting her head to the left. "I wasn't just talking about this little evening stroll..." Bridget's head stayed pointed downward, but her eyes looked up at Bryan. "But yeah, that too." Bryan put his hand on his sister's knee. "Yeah, I know." As the small crowd began to move into the amphitheater, Bryan saw a young family find a row of seats where they could fit all the ridiculous souvenirs they had already acquired. The father had short brown hair, and he wore an embarrassingly stereotypical sombrero and a Hawaiian shirt. "Shall we?" Bridget asked "Or maybe another drink," she said, putting down her empty glass. She ordered another margarita. "Sure," said Bryan, distracted by the 40-year-old man decorated with tourist gear. "I'll have a Jameson." "You can order it yourself like a big boy," Bridget teased, "or are you too preoccupied with little miss mommy over there?" Bryan had barely noticed the young family's matriarch, who was indeed an attractive woman in her early thirties. "No it's not her," Bryan said. "That guy. How can he go out looking so... touristy? I'd feel so weird wearing a get-up like that." "Weird?" Bridget asked. "That's weird?" "Yeah, that's weird." Bryan got the bartender's attention and ordered his whiskey. "He's wearing weird clothes." He tried to sound confident, knowing he had been distracted by something trivial. "Okay, then. He's weird." Bridget put her drink up to her lips, but before she drank, she muttered, "But lest we forget, you're the one who fucked your sister." She took a nice, healthy sip and sauntered suggestively over to the family's bench and sat right next to the father on his left. Bryan had no choice but to join her. He sat to Bridget's left and grabbed her hand. "You didn't have to go right here..." "This band is so much fun," the man said, turning to Bridget. "We saw them last night. Aren't these guys great, kids?" A young boy of about 10 and a girl of around 7 nodded enthusiastically while sipping some slushy drinks, sitting between their parents. Their father turned back to Bridget and introduced himself. "Dan," he said. "And these two are Dylan and Emma. My wife Rachel is a bit preoccupied." "I'm fine," Rachel said, putting down a bag of souvenirs she had been rooting through. "Is this your first night here?" "First night catching the music, but we arrived last evening." Bridget said. "It's absolutely beautiful here." "So you two are..." Dan began, trying not to say something regrettable. "On our honeymoon," Bridget confirmed. "On the best honeymoon a girl could ask for." She gave Bryan a peck on the cheek, her eyes locked on him. "Thought so," Dan said. "Just wanted to make sure you weren't brother and sister, or anything like that. You know you two kind of look alike! You wouldn't be the only family in this little slice of paradise." Dan chuckled, and Bridget froze, still looking at Bryan. Her eyes were wide open, her mouth slightly ajar. This time, it was Bryan's turn for a save. "Yeah, that would be embarrassing," he said with a smile. "Wouldn't want to make that mistake." Dan chuckled and leaned toward them. "And between the three of us," Dan said, more softly, "this honeymoon is going to involve some very, very not brother-and-sister stuff, if you know what I mean." Now Bryan was starting to lose his composure. Bridget had gone a shade of white that he had seen earlier that day; he later learned that she had resolved to seduce her brother, inducing a state of severe nervousness. But she quickly put herself back together this time, and found the confident Bridget who had first suggested to the welcome desk that they were married. "Oh, that's for darn sure," she said with a glowing smile. "Some very un-family-like behavior." Bridget squeezed Bryan's inner thigh. Dan leaned forward and caught Bryan's eyes. "You might have your hands full with this one, pal," he gave a full belly laugh. "Enjoy the show, you two, and enjoy the rest of your time together." Dan continued to laugh and turned back to his family. "Thanks, Dan!" Bridget kept her hand on Bryan's leg, and began to ride it in closer to his crotch, causing some distress for her brother. Bryan tried to contain himself, going from an awkward conversation to actually having his sister nearly fondle him in a public area. "See, he was nice! And totally not weird," Bridget whispered. "Yeah, that was a blast," Bryan said. The Mariachi band was fantastic, not only displaying musical aptitude, but also top-notch showmanship. They got some folks in the front row involved in the event, and communicated with the audience throughout. Bridget had a third margarita, putting her a small step past 'sober,' and Bryan had two more whiskeys, which set him right on the border. After the show, Bryan and Bridget walked hand-in-hand back toward their suite. The sun was long gone by now, and the street lamps were the only lighting for the siblings. The whole way back, the pair joked about life and work and school. And dating. When the topic of romance came up, the tone was unlike anything Bryan had experienced. Before he met his ex-fiancé, Meghan, the topic of dating was usually one of wishful thinking, and joking about his hard luck. When he was with Meghan, the topic simply did not come up, unless Meghan wanted to hear about how awful Bryan's ex-girlfriends were, all two of them. But now, the entire idea of dating was a past-tense concept. Bryan and Bridget reminisced about their old relationships without dwelling on them. She talked about Kyle, the guy she dated for most of her sophomore year at Ohio State. Kyle was a decent enough guy, Bryan thought, but he never felt that Bridget was really all that into him. Bridget now confirmed that, and went on to reveal that although she had gone on a few dates, Kyle was the only real boyfriend she ever had. Bridget squeezed Bryan's hand. "I need to tell you something," she said flatly, leading them to a bench and sitting down. "I mean, I guess you already figured this out from before, but... I'm not a virgin." Bryan nodded, and put his free hand on Bridget's knee. He looked at his sister, who couldn't raise her head to make eye contact. "Kyle and I, we..." "It's okay," Bryan interrupted. "That doesn't matter to me. We're here now, and what's done is done. It's in the past." She still couldn't look at him. "I just thought that since I still go to church, and since I told you I didn't really love him, that you'd think I was just a giant hypocrite," Bridget said, beginning to cry. "I'm sorry." "There's nothing to be sorry about." Bryan reached around her shoulder and held his sister as she buried her face into his chest. "Your value isn't tied to how much sex you've had. It doesn't matter whether you've been with a hundred guys or zero. Not anymore. Besides, you already knew that Meghan and I weren't waiting for marriage. Did you really think I'd hold you to a different standard?" "Thanks," Bridget said, lifting her head up. "And it was just the one guy. And only a few times. Not a hundred." She gave a little smile and wiped the tears from her face. They stood back up, and Bryan grabbed Bridget on her upper arms, near her shoulders. "You are my beautiful, wonderful sister, who was always there for me when I had issues with my love life. I am not going to hold this against you, and I am not going to let you get yourself down about this. I love you too much for that to happen." Bridget's eyes began to twinkle in the light of the street lamps, and her mouth was open in stunned gratitude. "Fuck me," she said. This time, Bryan was sure he had really heard her say it, rather than imagining it. "I want you to fuck me right now." They were only about a hundred yards from their suite, so Bryan mustered his strength. He put his right arm behind his sister's back, and his left behind her knees. Bridget took the cue and leaned back as Bryan lifted her legs into the air. She squealed softly and threw her arms around her brother's neck as he carried her back to their dwelling. Bryan let her down so he could use the key card to open the suite, and the two of them hurried inside. Bryan enjoyed the evening, but he had craved Bridget's intimacy ever since they consummated their love at noon. He grabbed her by the waist and drew her in for a long, passionate kiss. Before long, Bridget was undoing his shirt and shorts buttons. She grabbed the bottom of his polo shirt and pulled upward, removing it in one quick stroke. She then went to her knees and pulled down his khaki shorts, and Bryan stepped out of them. The same things happen to his boxers. She added the items to the pile of clothes they had created in their first session. Bridget knelt there, looking up at Bryan. Bryan was somehow nervous about this part, despite having been inside his sister mere hours earlier. Bridget looked nervous as well, but she overcame that feeling and raised her hand to Bryan's cock. She began to play with it, stroking it back and forth and side to side until it was hard. At that point, Bridget stuck to simple back-and-forth pumps. Bridget continued looking upward at her brother, who looked straight back down at her azure eyes. They never left each other's sight as Bridget opened her mouth and guided his cock in. It was heavenly. Whatever experience Bridget lacked in sex, she had developed in dick sucking. The swirls, the tongue, the head bobbing, the subtle hand work... she was a pro. Or a prodigy. Bridget took a break from using her hands to loosen the shoulder straps on her sundress, still looking directly up at Bryan and working his cock with her tongue and lips. She slid the straps down her arms, and the teal fabric tumbled down in front of her, revealing her perfect tits. Bridget returned her hands to Bryan's cock. Bridget slowed down when Bryan's arousal was beginning to escalate, and he thought that she would finally relent. After all, how could he fuck her like she asked if he was spent from a blow job? But she sped up again, and it became clear that he would climax "Bridget, I don't know if I'm going to be able to... unnghhh" Bryan groaned, feeling an orgasm coming on. Bridget kept her eyes on his, sucking his cock diligently, obviously aware of the consequences of her persistence. As he started to boil over, Bryan grabbed the high countertop next to him as a brace. He instinctively closed his eyes at first, but he resolved to keep them open and continue to look down at his sister, who was performing this favor to perfection. Finally, Bryan was overcome. "Oh my God," he groaned, spewing ropes of cum into his sister's eagerly awaiting mouth. She never left his gaze, taking his seed down in a few big gulps. Bridget lapped up and sucked off whatever was leftover until the only mess to be found was on her lips and chin. She gave her mouth a good wipe and breathed heavily. "Sorry," she said. "I figured I'd just get you warmed up, but I got a bit carried away." "Bridge," he said. "Of all the needless apologies you've given me this vacation, that one tops them all. That was amazing." "Glad you liked it," she returned with a smile. "I don't know if I'll be able to fulfill your little wish for a while." Bryan looked down at his cock, which was softer and beginning to shrink back to normal size. Despite how much Bridget turned him on, he would need some time. "Well, I've got another wish you could fulfill first," Bridget said, standing up. She dipped down and reached under her sundress, which was now folded forward over her waist. She bent down more, and after some maneuvering, pulled her panties completely off. She took Bryan's right hand and raised it to her left breast, leaving it there for him to fondle. She stood on her tip-toes and kissed him, then whispered into his ear, "I want you to pay me back for that." Bryan pushed her onto the bed and spread her legs open. Bridget bent them at the knees and began to giggle in anticipation. Bryan threw the skirt of her sundress over his head and buried his face between his sister's legs. The warmth of her waiting pussy emanated from its opening, and Bryan kissed her inner thighs upon his approach. This elicited an "mmmmmmm..." several times from Bridget, who clutched the bedsheets at her side. Bryan couldn't keep waiting, and his cock began to twitch at the prospect of eating his sister out. Bryan kissed the outer lips of Bridget's pussy, and began to lick around the outside. Bridget thrust back at him involuntarily, and Bryan tried to control her motions by gripping her thighs hard. He now felt his mouth enjoying Bridget's pussy more fully after her thrust, shooting his tongue into her slit and kissing all over. He moved up slightly to lick her clit, and she tightened her thighs with power Bryan didn't know his sister possessed. Her breathing was at an unprecedented pace, and she struggled to make guttural sounds in response to Bryan's oral pleasures. Bryan took her clit just into his mouth and sucked, and Bridget somehow tightened her thighs even harder on Bryan's head. She leaned forward and gripped the back of his head with her hands. Honeymoon Suiteness Ch. 02 "Oh, God, baby!" She screamed. "Don't stop, oh God, oh GOOOOOOD! SHIIIIIIIT! UNH," she finished with a grunt, followed by a few more. Bryan backed his face away from her pussy, and realized that this side project of hers had worked. He was hard as a rock. "Get up here," she commanded. Bryan crawled over top his sister, who threw her arms around him and pulled up to kiss him. "Mmmm, I taste good." "You sure do," Bryan said with a smile. He backed up again, and wiggled Bridget's sundress all the way down her legs, so she was completely nude. He slinked back on top of his sister, who was still panting from Bryan's oral assault. Her head was resting to the side, seemingly unable to lift again, having expended all her energy just to kiss him. Her black hair was a sprawling mess on the bedsheet. "Now," she said, looking up now at Bryan, "are you gonna follow through with my demand?" Bridget looked positively enchanting as she lay naked beneath her brother. She reached over to the bedside lamp and turned it off; Bryan then realized that it was the only light that had been turned on in the room, which was now almost pitch black. Through the blinds, a dozen little beams of starlight shone into the suite. He still couldn't see very well, but Bridget's striking blue eyes, as always, managed to reflect the stars back to her brother. He could see an outline of his sister's face, with two faint sapphires affixed. In the darkness, Bryan heard a whisper. "Fuck me." He positioned his pelvis between her legs, and moved his cock such that the tip was up against her pussy. He gave a little push, and slid into Bridget's womanhood. "Oooooh," she let out, closing her eyes and tilting her head back. Bryan pushed further in, and she continued to moan at the intrusion. Finally, he gave a thrust and bottomed out in his sister. Her eyes opened in a flash, and this time her head popped up a little. "Oh my God." Bryan pulled about halfway out, and pushed forward. Then again, and again and again. Her cunt eagerly squeezed and caressed his cock as it moved in and out. He continued his movement, adding in a downward push, allowing his pelvis to rub directly against hers. This got Bridget going. She threw her arms around his back and brought her head up, and she wrapped her legs tightly around Bryan's thighs. He continued like this for a few more minutes, and his sister's moans became more and more intense. As Bryan felt his orgasm welling up in him, Bridget, began to get vocal. "Oh God, fuck me!" she screamed softly. "Fuck me harder! God, do it! Fuck meeeee!!" She clawed at his back, breathing quickly and loudly. "Ah-ah-ah-ah Aaaaaaah," she screamed, overcome with waves of orgasmic pleasure. Bryan continued to pound, and heard familiar whimpers with each thrust. With each push and pull, he felt her pussy give yet another squeeze of pleasure. He had nearly had enough when he blurted out, "I'm gonna cum, Bridge!" "Do it!" She panted. "Oh God, do it! Cum in my pussy! Cum in your sister's pussy!" The unprecedented dirty talk sent him over the edge, and Bryan released a surprisingly large load into her womb, grunting with each spurt. He collapsed onto her body, and the two of them lay there in silence again. He rolled off after a few minutes, and Bridget took the cue to climb on top. They kissed lightly for what seemed like an eternity. For all Bryan cared, they could do this for eternity. "Hey, you're awake!" Bridget called to her brother as he rolled around in the bed. She walked from the kitchen area to the bed, and leaned over to kiss him. "Gotcha some coffee." She handed him a mug, and Bryan realized that she was wearing only a barely-long-enough bathrobe. Her wavy black hair was a mess, as he assumed his own hair was. "Thanks," he said, taking a sip. "I could use a Gatorade, too, after last night." He gave her a big smile, and his sexual teammate threw him one back. "Six times?" he asked, with an air of accomplishment. "I counted seven," she replied with a coy smile. "Huh. Anyway, I was hoping we could do some stuff off the resort today," Bryan yawned, "but I also assumed I'd get more than two hours of sleep." "Well that was silly," she chuckled. "I figured you knew by yesterday afternoon how the night was gonna go." In truth, he did know, but he hadn't put together how that would affect his plans going forward. "Maybe we can just sleep all day," he said. "Or fuck during daylight hours next time." "Well, you can get some nap time in," Bridget began with a maternal tone that told Bryan she was setting the agenda, "but I was hoping..." "What is it?" Bryan asked. She looked nervous. "I was hoping we could go to church," she stammered. "You're kidding, right?" His eyes narrowed in disbelief, but Bridget's solid stare suggested she was serious. "Don't they look down on all that shit we just did? Pretty sure they aren't big fans of incest, or sex in general." "Well, yeah, but..." "I haven't gone in years, Bridge." He was in shock at this request. How could she think this was a good idea? "Bryan, I promised mom we'd go," she begged. "And... I don't know why, but I feel safe there. We always went as kids when mom took us, and it reminds me of growing up. Besides, I don't care what they think. I do a lot of stuff they don't approve of, but the Church still feels like part of me. There's that little chapel on the resort grounds, and..." "I'm not going." Bryan was resolute. "Come on, you won't even talk to me about it?" Bridget looked desperate. "What's there to talk about?" he asked. "It's not part of my life anymore. I don't mind if you go, just don't drag me into that bullshit again." Bridget began to tear up. Bryan reached out to touch her leg, but she recoiled. "So all of that, and now we don't even discuss how the day will go?" She was growing angry. "I thought I meant more to you than just being your fuck buddy!" Bryan tried to speak up, but his sister wasn't having it. "The least you could do is talk to me about it. I mean, is this what Meghan dealt with? Just a total shut-down instead of discussion?" As soon as she said it, she regretted it, and her mouth remained open but silent. Bryan was livid. "I can't believe you just went there." "I can't either, I'm so sorry." Bridget was sobbing now, leaning against the counter. "I didn't mean that. I didn't want it to go like this. I just thought maybe you'd go to Church with me." The last 'with me' was barely intelligible, as her tears had taken full control. "Come here," he said. "Come over here. We'll talk this out." Bridget sat in his lap, and he held her as she cried it out. Once she had calmed down, the two siblings talked about his breakup, and Bridget apologized profusely for bringing it up. Bryan returned with an apology for his rudeness regarding church. She shook her head. "I'll just go by myself," she hoarsely. "I think that would be better." "Nope. I'm coming," he responded quickly, and she gave him a big hug. Bryan still didn't understand what her fascination with Catholicism was, or how she could still practice all these years, especially now, after what the two of them had done. He had become agnostic toward the idea of an all-powerful God, but if he existed, surely he was pissed at them. That aside, he felt that he owed it to his sister to take a plunge. After all, the last time she asked him to do something he wasn't comfortable with, they ended up fucking. So that was something to toss into the 'pro' column. "When is it?" "Shit!" She looked at her phone. "It's in twenty minutes. We have to get dressed!" Outside of the chapel, Bryan tensed up and took a deep breath. Bridget grabbed his harm with both hands and tried to reassure him. "I know you're super uncomfortable, but I want you to know how much this means to me." She threw her big blue stare at him. "And as for what we've done, I can't imagine God cares. If he's out there and wants us to be happy, he'll let this one go, because you make me happy." Bridget beamed at him, and he couldn't resist. Though he was still uneasy, the fact that she wasn't backing off her feelings for him was meaningful. She wasn't letting her belief give her any reservations about their actions. The service was short and simple, compared to the elaborate showcases he recalled from childhood and young adulthood. Some readings, a song here and there which Bryan didn't sing, a sermon, and a communion service in which he declined to participate. He still didn't get the appeal, but it was relatively painless, and it made his sister happy. That was enough. Bridget looked much more cheerful as they walked out of the chapel. "Thanks," she said bashfully. She kissed him on the cheek. "And just so you know, I really don't mind that you didn't take part in it. I just wanted you next to me." "I'm sorry I made a big deal about it," he said under his breath. She accepted the muffled apology. "It's alright," she said. "You went, and now it's over. If you're up for it, you can try next week too, but we can cross that bridge when we come to it." They held hands on the way to a little outdoor restaurant for brunch, where they sat down and ordered a round of coffee. Bridget was dressed in a bright yellow sundress with white polka dots, much longer and more modest than the teal one she wore the night before. Her hair was up in a ponytail, since she didn't have time to do it up before church. "So we had a fight," she said. "That wasn't fun." "No, but I'm glad it's over," he replied, sipping his coffee. "Yeah," she whispered. "It's good to know we got through it, right?" "Bridget, we used to fight all the time," he said dismissively. "We always get through it." She looked down at his hand, which had grabbed hers. Her face contorted to one side in an attempt to explain what she was feeling, but Bryan finally picked it up. This was their first fight since their relationship became romantic. "Oh. Right." "This is real to me, Bryan." She had already said something like this, Bryan recalled. "And if we're gonna keep acting like this, I need to know what happens when we get home. It's been 24 hours, and we've had our irresponsible fun." Bridget stirred her coffee. "Time to be adults." He knew this conversation had to come eventually. He had dreaded it since yesterday afternoon, but it was a sensible question. "We can't just go back to the way things were," he said, and Bridget shook her head in agreement. Bryan went on, "I can't go back. I realized Friday that I was in love with you, and I thought it could never be. Now it is." "You haven't answered the question," she pushed on. "What do we do going forward?" He wasn't going to dodge this one. "Well, we can't tell mom." "NO," Bridget shot back, wide-eyed. "We can't. At least not anytime soon." "The nice thing is that I have an excuse for being single for a while," Bryan said. "I'm on the rebound, remember? It was so bad I had to take my sister on my honeymoon. That should buy me a few months of not even looking for other girls." "And me?" Bridget had no excuse for her lack of interest in dating. Already their mother tried to set her up with young men, but at least then Bridget could humor her and go on a date here or there. "I don't know, babe." He was still getting used to using that word, and he thought for a moment that maybe they should tone it down so as to avoid accidentally saying it in Ohio. "Maybe you could get a fake one?" "An incest beard?" she asked incredulously. Apparently, that was a no-go. "I'm not getting a fake boyfriend." "Just throwing out ideas, Bridge." They weren't getting anywhere. "Okay, how about you tell her you're trying to focus on getting a job?" Bryan thought this was a great idea, and she contemplated it longer than the last one. "That could actually work for a bit," she thought aloud. Bridget laughed, "until I actually get a job." "Maybe that'll be good for you," he suggested. "You can get out of the house, visit me without getting mom suspicious, maybe... you could eventually... move in?" He was hesitant, but he wanted it. He would have been willing to ask her before anything happened between them, after he and Meghan broke up. The only trouble was that he only had one bedroom. That wasn't an issue anymore. Bridget lit up at the suggestion. "Move in?!?! You mean it?" she squeaked. "If we think we can manage it, yeah." It was what they both wanted. "But, how would we explain that to mom?" "I could get a really cheap apartment, and pretend to live there!" Bridget answered immediately. "You've thought about this already, haven't you?" he accused playfully. She dropped her jaw a little, pretending to be offended at the accusation, but it turned into a guilty grin. "Maaaaybe," she said, stirring her coffee. "Well played, little sister." Bryan sipped his coffee. "Well played. We'll start looking for places for you when we get back." "I want to go to the pool again!" Bridget was in full-on scatterbrain mode now, pinballing from one idea to the next. "Plus, you get to see one of my hot, sexy bikinis again." Bryan shut his eyes and pictured his sister in each of her two elemental swimsuits. The icy blue and purple one drew him in when they had hit the hot tub right after arriving in Cancun. The fiery red and orange number got him going when they sat at the bar in the pool the next day, and lured him in for an inappropriate kiss at the beach. "You don't have to sit there imagining me," Bridget said. "You can swim around with me, and hold me while I'm wearing it. I'm yours, buddy. You can have what you see, now." "Uh-huh." He was beginning to get overwhelmed by his sex drive, and he feared he would make an advance on his sister without getting her direct approval. They arrived at the suite, and found the place in a horrifying state. They had spent most of their time there either having sex or edging toward it, and that had left the room a complete mess. "I think it's time to take advantage of the dresser," Bridget said. Bryan nodded, and they unloaded their remaining clean clothes into the drawers, setting aside their dirty laundry into a basket provided by the resort. "Housekeeping will take care of the laundry." "Excellent," Bryan replied. "Let's get dressed for the pool." He was anxious for the reveal of which outfit he'd get to see this time. "Okay, sounds good." Bridget undid her ponytail and let her long, wavy black hair tumble down in front of her shoulders. She grabbed both of her bikinis from where they hung by the hot tub and brought them into the bathroom, keeping the mystery alive. Bryan changed quickly into his brown swim trunks, trying pointlessly to conceal his erection. The suspense was killing him. His sister emerged from the bathroom. The blue-and-lavender swirl on her bikini mirrored the icy cool control she exhibited as she stared seductively into his eyes. "Ready to go?" She walked toward the door to the outside walkway. Bryan approached her, grabbed her wrists, pushed her up against the front door, and kissed her. Bridget squealed with surprise. He released the kiss, and she looked back up at him with a mixture of fear, confusion, and excitement. He removed his swim trunks, then Bridget's bottom; he didn't bother with her bikini top. He lifted her legs to his sides, and she threw her arms around his neck and squeezed tight. Bryan found her opening and lowered his sister onto his shaft, fully impaling her. "Aaahhhhhhhhh," she moaned, savoring the penetration. He lifted again, and dropped her, adding in a slight thrust forward. "Ungh. Oh fuck!" Bridget was completely immersed in shock and sensuality. Bryan grunted as he continued to pound her against the door. Up and down he guided her, pushing into her as she slid down his cock. Bridget began to escalate her moaning, and she started to thrust in any way she could, mostly unable to actively participate. Her hands alternated between clinging on Bryan's shoulders, and slamming against the door. She was getting helplessly fucked like a sex doll, and she was loving every second of it. She squeezed her thighs around Bryan's midsection, but as she reached orgasm, she lost full control of her senses and let the electric pleasure take hold of her body. She exploded into a loud climax, moaning and groaning throughout. Bridget dug her fingernails in her brother's neck as he injected a massive load of semen into her. Oohs and aaahs abounded, along with a HNG from Bryan as his last spurt was swallowed up in her depths. His legs weakened as he lowered them both to the floor. He found himself sitting down, his sister still straddling his cock. She was trembling, unable to find the words, uttering nonsense between staggered breaths. "No talking, Bridget." Bryan said, grabbing the middle of her bikini top between her breasts and pulling her in. "Just kissing." Bridget yelped as her mouth was forced up against his, and she took his tongue into her mouth, trying to control herself. But she was still stunned from the surprise reaming, and she had almost no emotional or physical agency at the moment. Her brother had overwhelmed her in passion. She shivered in her icy cold-colored bikini top, and her otherwise bare, milky-white body was frozen in place, cradled in Bryan's arms. He caressed her as her tremors began to subside, and helped her up. They stood there in front of the door, but Bridget was barely able to stand. Bryan walked her to the bed, where she instantly collapsed in a heap of pleasure, rolling her eyes back into her head. "Oh my God," she panted. "Oh my fucking God." She mumbled something else, but it wasn't English. Bryan continued to rub her body here and there and everywhere. After twenty minutes, Bridget slowly sat up and said, "I don't know when, but you're doing that to me again." She put her bottom back on, and Bryan hoisted up his swim trunks. As they walked through the outdoor labyrinth around the suites, Bryan noticed a resort worker had caught his eye. The man had the name "Javier" sewn on a tag, and he grinned knowingly at Bryan as he cleaned up a spill on the floor. He must have heard the commotion they just made. After all, Bridget was getting slammed up against the door to the outside world, and neither of them was quiet about it. No matter, Bryan thought. Everyone here thought they were newlyweds on their honeymoon. It was to be expected. They reached the pool, and found a pair of unoccupied lawn chairs on the concrete patio. Bridget hauled the massive sunscreen dispenser out of her pool bag. She applied the lotion to her face, then her arms, legs, chest, and stomach. "Baby, can you get my back?" It was less awkward for Bryan this time around. He didn't have to pretend not to relish rubbing an oily substance on his sister's flawless white skin. He was generous with the sunscreen, making sure to layer it on every part of her. Bridget cooed as her brother massaged her back. They switched places, and eventually Bryan was also covered up and ready to swim. They dipped in and found their old bartender friend at the shallow end of the pool. A Jamison and a margarita were poured quickly, and the Shaughnessy siblings talked and drank for an hour and a half, alternating between sitting on the underwater stools, and wading around in the nearby area. "I'm getting a bit exhausted from the sun," Bridget said. "Mind if we head back inside?" "Sure," Bryan replied. He had begun to tire as well, and he figured that after a bit of rest, he had some more private time with his sister to look forward to. Sister. The thought bounced around in his head, as he considered all the ways this arrangement could go wrong. It was only a matter of time before something gave way, and their love affair came crashing to earth. Mexico, it seemed, was safe, but their return to Ohio would be perilous indeed. It would not be easy to keep a secret like theirs for as long as they planned. Honeymoon Suiteness Ch. 02 They dried off and gathered their belongings, strolling hand in hand toward their suite. As they opened the pool gate, a woman appeared from their right. Bryan recognized her as the woman who checked them in a few days earlier. Bryan finally got a look at her name tag, which read "Maria." "Mr. Shaughnessy?" She asked him, then turned to Bridget. "And Miss... Mrs. Shaugh... there's a phone call from your..." she turned back to Bryan, "your mother. She said she was trying to reach her son and daughter?" They had been out of the suite for most of the day now, and hadn't once checked in with their mother since she called the evening they arrived. "Um, ok," Bryan said. "I guess she's taking to this daughter thing really well." His eyes darted to the side to see how Bridget was handling it. She was as flustered as he was. "She said it was just her daughter," Maria said. "Anyway, she's on the phone in the lobby." They followed her to the lobby, where Bryan took the phone. "Hi mom! Sorry we didn't call you sooner." "What is this about you two being on your honeymoon?" She asked. "The receptionist said you were there with your new wife. Are you pretending to be married or something?" The voice came in more loudly than her kids would have liked, and it was clearly audible to Maria, who nervously glanced around, pretending she hadn't heard. "Mom, can I call you back from the suite?" Bryan asked, though it came out as a demand. His mother agreed, and the two siblings quickly walked away from the desk and toward the door leading to the rest of the resort. He looked back and saw Maria talking to a member of the maintenance staff. Bryan recognized the man. It was Javier. When they saw him staring at them, the two staff members looked at him with wide eyes. He fell into a fuller panic. "We have to go. Now." "You think?" Bridget shot back. They speedwalked back to the suite, and Bryan immediately got on the phone to dial their mother. "Bryan, what's going on over there?" Bridget paced back and forth, the thought of her mother finding out about their sexual relationship weighing on her mind. "Nothing, mom," Bryan chimed back. "We were having a bit of fun with the whole honeymoon thing. It's no big deal. Why did you call the lobby?" "I couldn't get a hold of you," she said. "I was getting worried about you." Bridget looked straight at him. "Wait, this isn't a problem. Maria only saw us for a few seconds, and we didn't do anything weird, right? If we were only pretending to be married for fun, then it's no big deal." "Mom," Bryan fired into the telephone. "Do not call the lobby for us. They have lots of things to deal with, and we are on vacation. We're not in the room most of the time. We're trying to enjoy ourselves at a great resort. I'm sorry we didn't call you to check in, but please just call the room." He looked back at Bridget and joined back in that conversation, trying to keep his voice inaudible to his mother. "It's not that simple. She was talking to Javier." "Who?" "Javier! The cleaning guy! He heard us." "Heard us what?" Bridget asked. "He heard us..." he contorted his face, and covered the speaker. "...heard us fucking." Her jaw dropped open. "And now Maria knows?" "I think so." "Bryan?!?!" His mother called out. "What are you two talking about?" "Nothing, mom!" he said. "The fucking Mexicans know?" Bridget said, just barely softly enough. Her face was contorted in panic. "The fucking Mexicans know that we're fucking? And that we're brother and sister?" Bryan tilted his head, and shrugged with his shoulders and hands. He spoke into the phone. "We're just figuring out what we want to do next." "Well can you finish talking to me first?" "Yes, mom," he replied. "Listen, I'll call you Tuesday afternoon, okay? That way it'll just be scheduled." "Fine. Can you put your sister on the phone?" He handed the phone to Bridget. "Hey mom!" She looked nervous. "Yeah, everything's going great here. It's absolutely beautiful." She was doing a good job of hiding her terror with her voice, but Bryan saw right through her as she spoke. "I don't see what the big deal is, mom. We were just having a little fun." She sounded more afraid than actually upset. Their mother had a few more words. "Carried away with what?" Bridget cut her off. "Mom, I love you. But we're adults, and you have to relax, and let us relax, too. Nobody's going to hurt us, and nobody's going to get us in trouble for fibbing a bit. Besides, it looks like it's all over now, since you spilled the beans to that lady at the desk." They shared a few more trite words, and Bridget hung up the phone. She looked at Bryan. "How fucked are we?" "We're fine if mom never calls the front desk again," he said. "But the staff might be on to us. They already know we're... you know..." "Doing it?" "Yeah," Bryan said. "They know that. The best we can do is convince them that they heard mom wrong, or something." "Or get them to not talk about it to anyone." "Well," he said slowly. "We do have some money. Actually, a lot of money." Bridget reached a contemplative state, mulling over their new options. "Now that could work," she said curiously. "I think it might just be time to track down a couple of Mexican workers..." Bridget put on a pair of jeans over her swimsuit bottom, leaving her top bare except for her bikini top. Bryan threw on a T shirt, and they left the suite with a wad of cash, searching for the two people who could out them as siblings on a sex vacation. At the front desk, Maria had just finished dealing with an unhappy customer. She leaned over the desk on one hand, her face buried in the other. Bridget approached the exhausted woman with caution. "Excuse me, Maria?" "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, quickly gathering herself. "Can I help you?" "I think so," Bridget said. "Earlier today, you received a phone call..." "Your mother," Maria said, looking at Bridget, then at her brother. "Or... yours?" She looked suspiciously at the two of them. Bryan suspected that she was finally putting together how similar they were in appearance. "It doesn't matter," Bridget replied. "What matters is that a member of the staff named Javier came and spoke to you right after you received the phone call. He said something to you, and it was of a... shall we say concerning nature?" Flustered, Maria gathered herself. "It's really none of my business. My job isn't to pry into our customers' personal lives." "That's wonderful news." Bridget pulled $100 out of her jeans pocket. "I'd like to offer a token of appreciation for your past and continued discretion." The flustered girl that was in a state of panic during their phone call with their mother was completely rejuvenated. She was in absolute control of the situation. Maria nodded and slipped the cash into her hands and out of view. Bridget continued. "And do you think you could get a hold of Javier for us?" Maria contacted the staff on a walkie-talkie, and within minutes, Javier was in the lobby. He nervously surveyed the room, which was populated by the three parties involved in his gossip train. "Can I help you?" he asked with a thick accent. "I'm sorry sir," Bridget began, "but I believe you may have overheard some activity earlier today, and found out a bit more than you expected in a conversation with Maria here." Javier looked guilty as Maria described the situation to him in fluent Spanish. Bridget drew another $100 from her pocket and turned it over to Javier. "We're not angry, but let's keep this drama between the four of us." Maria clarified again in Spanish, although Bryan was sure the man understood the gist of the request already. Bridget approached him with a few more steps forward, taking a dominant position. "Si, o no?" "Ah, si si," he replied, pocketing the money. "You can each double that if we leave the resort next week without incident." Bridget kept her head turned and her eyes on Javier as she and Bryan walked out of the lobby. She led the way back to the suite, both of them silent. Bridget was confident and content to say nothing, while Bryan was simply speechless. He finally spoke up when the opened the door to the suite. "That was incredible, Bridge." He grabbed his sister by her shoulders. "The way you took control... I'm just so turned on right now." He brought her in to kiss her, and reached around her back to unlace her top. It fell to the floor as they continued kissing. Bridget grabbed a tight hold of his T shirt. "You like it when I take control?" Bryan nodded; it was her turn, after all. She spun him so that his back was facing the bed. "Mmm, I think I can do that." She lifted his shirt off and pushed him onto the bed. Her sapphire eyes cut into his as she stood over him. She crawled on top of him and pinned his arms down, her black hair cascading around his face and neck as she leaned in to kiss him. She pulled up and gazed down at him, a topless Irish beauty straddling him in her jeans. He tried to move his hands to grab her sides, but Bridget resisted. "Ah, ah, ah..." She chided. "Not yet." She leaned down to kiss him again, and reached into his swim trunks to grab his cock. She gently massaged it, taking it from very hard to rock solid. "Do you want me to stop?" "No," Bryan replied. "God no." She stopped anyway. "Maybe you could go down under as well." She undid her jeans button and pulled her brother's right hand toward her crotch. She guided Bryan's hand under her pants and bikini bottom, and he obliged gratefully. He slipped two fingers into her warm pussy and went to work. He looked up and saw her sister approach nirvana as he slid his fingers in and out, his thumb ever so gently rubbing her clit. Her smile broadened, and her eyes shut. She began to rock back and forth, fucking her brother's fingers with force. Bryan felt her pussy pull his fingers in and out, and all he could think about was how badly he wished it was happening to his dick. But he had no opportunity to intervene. Bridget was going wild, her right hand pinning his left one down, her left hand flat against his hairy chest. Bryan gave her a couple more rubs and manipulations, and she lost control. "Oh Goooooo..." she trailed off into a silent but explosive orgasm. A few short, barely audible "ah" sounds erupted a few seconds later, followed by a couple of massive exhales, and she collapsed down to give brother a deep kiss. Bryan regained some control of the situation and began to peel her jeans off. Bridget helped and kicked them away, and Bryan went to her bottoms. After those were removed, Bridget yanked off Bryan's swim trunks. His bare cock sprang into action, and for the first time Bryan explicitly thought about how risky their sexual behavior was, from a biological standpoint. While he didn't want to put a physical barrier between them during their amazing sex, the idea of impregnating his own sister weighed on his mind, right up until Bridget reached back, grabbed his shaft, and impaled herself upon her brother. Bryan cautious thoughts were overtaken by his voluptuous sister, who began to grind away on his manhood. He grabbed her by the waist, struggling to grip her sweaty skin, and thrust upward into her pussy. Then he did it again, and again. After becoming fully aroused during his fingering session, Bryan was unable to last as long as usual. She was clearly enjoying this, but she wouldn't reach a full orgasm again. Bryan wrapped his arms all the way around his sister as he gave one final upward thrust and unloaded wave after wave of cum into her. Bridget again collapsed on top of her brother, content with the reception of his seed despite not climaxing this time around. They fell asleep, despite the time of day, and woke up around 8 p.m. Bryan felt his sister writhing on top of him as she regained consciousness. "Hey," she muttered, still half asleep. "Hey, sis." Bryan caressed her naked back for a minute or two before she stirred. "Let's hit the bars again, then?" Bridget suggested. He nodded, and the two sibling and lovers went out into the resort, vowing to be a little more careful to keep their dual identities to themselves. Honeymoon Suiteness It was only noon, and Bryan didn't know what they'd do for the next four hours. His apartment was on the way, and he wondered if that's what Bridget meant. "We can stop by my place for a bit and have some lunch," Bryan said. "I'd love that," Bridget replied. "And do you think I could grab a shower while we're there? I'm feeling super gross after all that flying." "Absolutely," Bryan said without even thinking about it. "And then," Bridget continued, "can we talk? You know, about Meghan?" "Yeah, sure." Bryan didn't really want to talk about his ex-fiancé, but he knew he would have to eventually. "I think that's a good idea." Bridget called him out. "No you don't." "No," Bryan conceded, "but it's the right thing to do. You came all the way back for me, and you deserve to know why. I'll tell you all about it, I promise." The siblings arrived at Bryan's apartment a half-hour later. Bryan carried in his sister's suitcase, and Bridget had her smaller carry-on items. Bryan left the maroon behemoth by the door and headed to the kitchen. "Want anything to drink? Or maybe a snack?" Bryan offered. "No thanks," Bridget said, dropping her carry-ons next to the sofa. She glanced over at the Jameson on the counter. "I'm sure that helped eased the pain a bit, at least." Bryan just now realized he'd left it out. "Actually, that's kind of what got me into trouble in the first place," he said, heading over to finally close the bottle and put it away. "Do you need a towel or anything?" "Nope. Got everything I need," Bridget said, fumbling through her suitcase at the apartment's entrance. She pulled out a pair of jeans and a deep blue halter top. Bryan knew it would make her eyes jump right out of her face. Bridget then weeded out a light blue bra and some panties, causing Bryan some unexpected discomfort. Or was it excitement? He reflexively looked away, but then slowly turned his head back to view his sister's underwear as she unfolded a fluffy white bath towel. Bryan's mind took him to a vision of Bridget only in the blue bra and white panties lying near his front door. He snapped out of it as his sister turned to head toward his bedroom where the bathroom was located. After the shower turned on, Bryan started to recount the story to himself so that he knew what to tell Bridget. From there, Bryan's mind meandered from one place to another. He began to contemplate his next course of action after what should have been his wedding. He wasn't going to be ready to get into the dating scene again for a while. He figured the best thing to do would be to just head to Cancun, enjoy himself on vacation, and then see how he was feeling. He briefly considered the possibility of a fling or two in Mexico, but somehow he knew that wasn't what he wanted. Not even on the rebound. He could decide not to go to Cancun altogether, though it would be a tremendous waste of money. He'd already booked the Honeymoon Suite, as well as two round-trip plane tickets. If anything, it would make sense for him to find some girl quickly to bring on vacation. He only had another month before the trip was scheduled. Bryan heard the shower stop, and the bathroom door open up a minute later. Sooner than Bryan expected, his bedroom door opened, and out stepped his sister, wearing nothing but a towel. "Well, I'm dumb," she said, walking briskly toward the sofa. "Forgot this." Bridget picked up the bra that neither she nor Bryan noticed she had left on the couch, and she headed back into Bryan's bedroom. As she walked away, Bryan took in the smooth skin on his sister's back, and her long legs, which were mostly exposed. In a flash, the solution to Bryan's vacation problem appeared. Who would be comfortable enough with Bryan - and have a free enough schedule - to go on a two-week vacation with him to another country? There was only one person like that. He didn't know where he'd put his sister, since the room he'd booked only had one colossal bed, but they'd figure it out. He knew she'd do this for him. In fact, she'd probably be thrilled to take another trip. She didn't have a job or school to take priority, and she just lost out on most of her trip to Ireland. Bridget stepped out of her brother's bedroom in a new change of clothes, and the sight of her stunned Bryan for a moment. Her bright blue eyes blazed at him, her smooth fair skin visible on her arms and upper chest where the halter top allowed. She smiled at him and asked, "What's the matter?" "Nothing," Bryan said. "Nothing at all. I'm just glad you're back." Bridget blushed, clearly knowing that not only did her brother miss his sister's company, but also her appearance. "Me too," she managed to get out. "So can we talk now?" "Yeah, absolutely," Bryan said. The two of them sat down on the sofa. "You know all those times I came to you after Meghan and I fought?" Bridget nodded, and Bryan continued, "Well, that really wasn't easy on her, either." Bryan went into detail about Meghan's distress, and the problems they'd been having in almost every aspect of their lives. He concluded with the night that he started drinking, and the following morning when Meghan ended things. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there, Bryan." Bridget said softly, with a look of horror on her face. "It's my fault. If I'd been there, you never would have reached for the booze, and maybe all of this..." "No," Bryan interrupted. "Don't do that. Meghan and I had issues. If anything, the problem was that I would go to you, and you'd ask me if she made me happy, and I would lie to you and myself. I don't think I was happy in that relationship except for the first few months." A few tears ran down Bridget's face as she touched Bryan's knee and held her hand there. "Well then I'm just sorry this all happened to you. I really care about you, and I do want you to be happy..." "I know," Bryan said. "To be honest, I enjoyed my time with you more than I did with Meghan. In fact, sometimes I think she was jealous of the amount of time I spent with you." Bridget's face contorted into an expression of incredulity, but relaxed into a satisfied smile, like this was welcome news. "Well, maybe if she cared more about her marriage than about her wedding, none of this would have happened." Bryan realized that not only was Bridget right, but that she'd identified the heart of the problem. Meghan was more concerned about aesthetics and perceptions than about her real relationship with Bryan. Bryan and Bridget talked for another hour about anything and everything - Meghan, Ireland, Bridget's graduation from Ohio State, their love of Dayton and simultaneous desire to see other places. "So while we're on the topic of traveling to other places," Bryan said faux-casually, "I have a honeymoon that I still have booked. Meghan suggested I still go. I think I'm going to follow through with it." "To that tourist trap Cancun?" Bridget asked. "I'm sure it's nice, but can you really call that traveling? Everything I read about it suggests it's just a tropical American resort." "Well, I suppose that answers my question, then," Bryan said. "What question?" "Well," Bryan said, keeping up his fake casual tone, "I have an extra spot, now that I won't have a wife going with me, and I was going to ask my dear sweet sister if she was interested in accompanying me..." Bridget lit up, her eyes as big and bright as she'd ever seen them. "But nah," Bryan said, teasing his sister to death. "I wouldn't want to drag her to some silly American tourist trap like that. Better to leave you in Dayton, Ohio than bring you to dumb ol' Cancun." "I'LL GO, I'LL GO, I'LL GO!!" Bridget squealed. She leapt out of her seat, and then jumped onto her brother's lap, embracing him hard. Then she backed off a little. "Wait," she said. "That was supposed to be your wife going on that trip. I'm your sister." Bridget looked saddened by the prospect of trying to replace a honeymoon. "You really want to do that? Don't you think you'll just be wishing Meghan was there with you?" "Not a chance," Bryan said. He actually thought it was more likely that if he went with Meghan after the wedding, he'd spend the whole time wishing Bridget were there. That wasn't something he wanted to say out loud. He was already making himself uncomfortable with just how attached he had become to his own sister. He didn't need to make her uncomfortable, too. Nevertheless, he had invited her to come with him to an all-inclusive resort in Cancun. It was designed as a romantic getaway, and he was determined to take Bridget with him. How uncomfortable could he really be with his recent feelings? Bridget kissed him on the cheek and said, "We have time to watch a short movie before we have to go over to mom's place. What do you say?" Bryan agreed, and he put in a movie they both liked. Bridget curled up into her brother's embrace like she had a few weeks ago, and all was right in Bryan's world for just a few hours. "Hi kids!" shouted Patricia Shaughnessy, as Bryan and Bridget stepped into the house they grew up in. Their mother threw her arms around Bryan. "I'm so sorry, Honey. I wish things worked out for you two, but right now I'm here to do whatever it takes to get you through this." "Thanks mom," he said He looked into his mother's eyes, the bright blue eyes she'd given to her daughter, and saw true sympathy. Mom then welcomed Bridget back, and thanked her for coming back to see Bryan. Bryan could smell the roasted chicken dinner his mother had prepared for the family. He looked around in the foyer, and wandered toward his parents' wedding photo. Bryan figured he must enjoy pain, standing there looking at the one photograph that would remind him of losing both his father and his fiancé. The happy couple beamed with excitement on their wedding day. His father's jet black hair was cut short and straight, allowing his green eyes to stand out a little more. For Bryan, it was like looking into a mirror. His mother, on the other hand, had long, flowing blonde hair that didn't get passed on to her children. But it was her eyes that dominated the photograph, as did generations of mothers before her. A colorized photo of Bryan's great-grandmother was nearly thrown away and re-done when the photography professionals saw her eyes. They were such a bright blue color that the team thought they had made a mistake. That is, until Patricia Shaughnessy walked back in to get the photograph, and the team caught a glimpse of her irises. The family eventually sat down for dinner, said their prayers, and began eating. Most of the dinner conversation was pointless chatter, with the understanding that Bryan would share some things after the meal. They finished up, did a few dishes, and brought some wine into the living room, where Bryan re-told the story of his and Meghan's inevitable end. "Well, this might be for the best," his mother said as he finished recounting his last phone call with Meghan. "It sounds like you just weren't all that happy together." Everyone could see it in hindsight. How could Bryan have been so blind to that fact when he and Meghan were together? Bryan fidgeted a little through the subsequent silence. The three of them sipped their wine before Bridget spoke up. "So guess what, mom?" Bridget sat straight up in her chair. "I'm going with Bryan to Cancun!" "That's right!" Bryan transitioned back to the brighter side of the story. "I still have all the reservations in place, and I figured I should still take someone with me." Their mom looked skeptical. "Is that a good idea, Bridget? Wouldn't there only be one bed?" "Oh, come on, mom," Bridget insisted. "I'm sure we can work something out to get a small bed in there. And besides, do you think now is a good time for Bryan to be alone?" Their mother conceded the point with a head tilt and a shrug. Bridget continued, "So who better to go than his sister?" Still obviously unconvinced, Patricia Shaughnessy relented and changed the topic to Bridget's school situation. On the morning of their departure, Bryan went to his old house to pick up his sister and say a short goodbye to his mother. He took Bridget's maroon suitcase from her and packed it into the car. Bridget hugged her mother and hopped into the sedan with her carry-ons, and Bryan followed suit. "Be careful, and have fun," his mother told him. "But not too much fun. And don't let your sister talk you into doing anything stupid." He knew she was joking, but her face showed true concern. What was she worried about? Bryan shook it off and attributed her worry to typical mom stuff. "And maybe for once in your life, go to Church on purpose," his mother said, knowing it was probably a futile effort. "It might just help." Bryan rolled his eyes, but Bridget chimed in, "We will, mom." She might not have been lying. Of all the places Bryan wanted to go, a church was not one of them, but Bridget usually made a point to find one on Sundays, even on vacation. Old habits... "Call me when you get to your room, please?" His mother worried when she didn't hear from her children. "Sure," Bryan said. "But in case I forget, we're in room 158." Bryan handed his mother a spare business card he had from when the resort sent him an information package after he booked the suite. Bryan hopped in the car, started it up, and off they went. When they reached Dayton airport, Bryan dropped his sister off at the concourse to print out the tickets, while he parked the car. He took their luggage onto a shuttle to the concourse, and met up with Bridget at baggage check. The wait in line was relatively short. Bridget's suitcase got checked, along with Bryan's smaller black bag, and the two of them headed to security. "I'm so excited, you have no idea!" Bridget exclaimed. She had dressed casually for the flight, a simple green t-shirt with her necklace tucked in, and a pair of yellow gym shorts that Bryan was pretty sure belonged to him. She grabbed his hand and held it for much of the walk. Now more than ever, Bryan was finding himself intoxicated with his sister's presence. "I'm excited, too, actually." Bryan put his hand around Bridget's waist when they reached the back of the line for security, and pulled her in more closely. He gave the far side of her waist a few gentle rubs before picking up the carry-on bags again and moving along with the line. Bryan realized that ignorant bystanders probably assumed the two of them were a couple, if they didn't notice how much they looked alike. He didn't mind; in fact, he relished the thought that he could so much as be mistaken for Bridget's boyfriend. While he considered himself fortunate to have been with a woman as beautiful as Meghan, Bryan had long held the belief that his future brother would be the luckiest man in the world. Bryan snapped out of his daydreaming when he and Bridget reached the front of the line for security. They took off their shoes, and proceeded through without incident. When they reached their terminal, they only had a ten-minute wait before boarding. They loaded onto the plane, and found their seats. Bridget volunteered for a middle seat, while Bryan took the aisle. "Thanks again for coming, Bridge," Bryan told his sister. "I know it's just another trip for you, but for me, it means the world that you're keeping me company." "It's not just another trip for me either, baby." There it was again. Baby. Bridget put her hand on Bryan's knee again. Bryan knew it should have felt weird, but it didn't. His sister gave a half smile and raised her eyebrows, producing another sympathetic stare. "I know you need this, and I think I need this, too. We spent so much time apart when I was at school. I loved every minute we had together this summer, but we were always preoccupied with something else. Or someone else." Bridget's bright blue eyes pierced into Bryan's mind, and cut apart his memories of Meghan. This vacation wasn't about his ex-fiancé. It was about him and Bridget. "We're family," she said, emphasizing the word that Bryan didn't particularly care to think about at the moment. "I would do anything for you." "I know," Bryan said, completely transfixed. "Me too." Bridget began to lean closer in. At first, Bryan thought she was going to rest against his shoulder, but she was going straight on toward his face. He thought he knew what was happening, but that seemed impossible. Still, he found himself unable to resist the concept of a slightly deeper intimacy with the woman next to him. It must be his imagination, Bryan thought. Bridget cared about him deeply, and that's all this was. So he fought his urges, and kept a level head and looked back toward the aisle. A voice over the speaker system interrupted the moment, and the brother and sister sat back in their seats, coming to the realization that they were in a public place. The pilot explained over the speakers that the weather was clear, and that the flight to Dallas would likely be incident-free. After that, Bryan knew, they'd connect in Texas to their flight bound for Cancun. He glanced back over to Bridget, who fidgeted nervously in her seat. Her wide-open eyes stared straight into the seat in front of her, into nothingness. She looked terrified. "What's wrong, Bridge?" Bryan asked, confounded by the scene that had just taken place. "I'm just... umm... afraid of flying," she stammered. That didn't make sense to Bryan. "But you fly all the time," Bryan said. "You're always visiting this place or that." "Yeah, but I just..." Bridget couldn't find the words. "I need to think... about something else right now." Her eyes began to well up, and Bryan tried to comfort his sister by putting his hand on her thigh. That seemed to only make her even more emotional, so Bryan took away his hand and reached for a book he brought with him. After take-off, the plane had leveled at about 30,000 feet, and Bridget was beginning to calm down. "You doing better?" Bryan asked. "We're in cruise-control for a while now." "Yeah," she said, wiping away the last few remaining tears. She looked embarrassed. "I just... didn't think that I would get so upset about that." "Well, lots of people struggle with flying, Honey," Bryan replied. Bridget rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I know." She shook her head, and Bryan remembered that Bridget, like every other woman he'd ever known, was sometimes incomprehensible to him. They landed in Cancun at 7:00 that evening. They had eaten a quick dinner in the Dallas airport before skipping over to Mexico. Somehow, Bridget did much better on the second flight than the first, and Bryan again began to doubt the validity of Bridget's fear-of-flying claim. Something else must have upset her. Their shuttle bus from the airport parked right in front of their resort, a sprawling palace of grassy fields, fountains, brown and tan hotel buildings, and ocean views. Bryan and Bridget unloaded their luggage and stood outside the entrance to the resort. Bryan looked toward his sister, whose gaze once again nearly paralyzed him. He took both of her hands. "Hey, I don't know what happened on the airplane," Bryan began, and Bridget cut him off. "I know you don't, and that's okay," she said with a wry smile. "But I get the sense that I upset you somehow, and if I did, I'm truly sorry," Bryan finished. "I know you are," she said. "Don't worry about it. You just weren't ready for that quite yet." "Ready for what?" Bryan asked, but Bridget refused the question. "Come on," she said. "It's time to see the grand Honeymoon Suite you booked for us." For us? Bryan hadn't booked it for her, but he should have. This should have been the plan the whole time, Bryan thought. He thanked God that it worked out the way it did. Honeymoon Suiteness They reached the check-in desk, where a young woman greeted them politely. Her nametag read "Maria." Maria spoke to them in perfectly good English with a slight Mexican accent. "Can I help you?" she asked. "Yes," said Bryan, who couldn't help but smile at the irony of what he had to say. "I have a Honeymoon Suite reserved for Shaughnessy." "Oh yes! Mr. and Mrs. Shaughnessy! We're thrilled to have you," the woman said. Before Bryan could correct the woman, Bridget grabbed his arm and blurted out, "That's us!" Bryan gave her a bewildered look. His jaw opened, and Bridget returned a wicked smile. The woman at the desk noticed the exchange and chimed in, "Still getting used to the name change?" Bryan's eyes never left Bridget's. "No, the Shaughnessy thing actually doesn't throw me off. It's the 'Mrs.' part that kind of hit me." Bryan took Bridget's other hand, and stood there, smiling at his sister like she actually was his new bride on vacation with him. The girl had roped him into the ridiculous façade. "You're unbelievable," he whispered, shaking his head to mask his approval of the whole situation. "Oh, thank you," Bridget said back, brushing her black hair out of her face, feigning modesty. "You're too kind!" Bryan rolled his eyes. "You're all set, Mr. and Mrs. Shaughnessy," the woman said. "Enjoy your honeymoon." "We will!" Bryan said, going along with his sister's ridiculous ruse. He kept her right hand in his, and led her to the Honeymoon Suite that had been prepared for them. He used the key he'd just received to open the door, and the siblings stood at the threshold in absolute awe. The suite was enormous, nearly the size of Bryan's apartment. To their immediate left was a large refrigerator and a mini-bar that the hotel would restock free of charge. Bryan grabbed a couple of beers, and the two of them drank up as they marveled the rest of the suite. The amount of counter space surprised even Bryan, who had read the details online but couldn't comprehend what he was seeing in real life. Bryan looked to his right. The bathroom was a miracle of modern interior design, with a shower larger than the spare bedroom back at mom's house. In the middle of the suite, the term "king-sized" didn't begin to describe the bed, which had its own red drapes and flower petals sprinkled upon the sheets. There was a large on the other side of the room for them to put their vacation clothes into, positioned right below an enormous flat-screen HD television. Bryan walked past the bed and stepped down into the lower portion of the split-level suite, where the hot tub was placed. It only protruded about a foot above the floor, the rest of its depth residing below floor-level. "Soooo... bathing suits?" Bridget said, standing at the edge of the split level and leaning onto Bryan's shoulder from behind him. "Yeah, sounds good," Bryan replied, still looking at the tub. Bridget backed away and found her suitcase, while Bryan took a look at the bed. "So I guess I should call and find out about the other bed?" "What?" Bridget looked confused. Bryan was pointing at the bed when Bridget realized what he was talking about. "Oh, Honey. We're sleeping in the same bed, aren't we?" His sister was on the brink of laughter at the thought of actually getting another bed. "I mean, look at that thing!! If you're uncomfortable, we can sleep a half a mile apart and still not leave the bed!" Bryan knew she was right. He realized that Bridget was only trying to appease their mother when she suggested the idea. "Besides," Bridget said. She gave him a cute little smile "Are you going to be all that uncomfortable being in the same bed as your baby sister? We can cuddle up like we do on movie nights." That sounded perfect to Bryan. He smiled back at her, which provided all the approval she needed. Bridget went to the bathroom to get changed, and Bryan took that time to switch into his own swim trunks, a brown and white bathing suit that he'd had for a few years. Bridget, on the other hand, had gone shopping for a couple new swimsuits two days prior. When she came out of the bathroom, Bryan nearly offered to pay for his sister's bikini. It was money well spent. The pattern was a swirl of deep purple and light lavender, a cold color combination that she knew would make her eyes pop, but with enough pale coloration that it didn't contrast too much with her fair skin. Her top was medium-small, just big enough to hold in her average-sized breasts. The bottom was held together on each hip by a silver ring, allowing Bryan to see mostly skin as he traced his eyes from upper leg to stomach. The outfit showcased Bridget's gorgeous body. "Holy shit," Bryan said impulsively. "I mean, you look great." "You like it?" Bridget blushed. "I'm glad. You deserve a little eye-candy on this trip. Not like you didn't reciprocate." She nodded at Bryan's torso, which was in quite good shape. He took care of his body, and it paid off. Bridget stepped into the pool and gasped at the hot water. She sat down in the underwater seat, spread her legs, and put her arms back. Bryan did the same. They relaxed for a good fifteen minutes before Bryan asked if she wanted another drink. "Oh, that sounds perfect," she said. Bryan stepped out of the tub and went to the mini-bar. "Do they have any Bailey's?" Bryan nodded, and Bridget gave a delighted "oooh." She asked for Baileys and rum together, while Bryan made himself a double Jamison on the rocks. He took the drinks back to the hot tub and sat down again where he was, but Bridget stood up and waded toward him. "Move your hand," she said. "I'm gonna sit on your lap." She grinned a bit as Bryan placed his drink behind him, and his sister spun around and descended onto his upper legs. Bryan took another sip of his drink, and then another, before putting it down and moving his arms around Bridget's waist and in front of her, wrapping them around her stomach. Bridget breathed in loudly through her mouth, and sipped on her drink. She placed her drink on the side of the tub, and put her hands overtop her brother's, rubbing his forearms back and forth. Bryan's erection began to swell "Mmmmm," she purred. "This is perfect, Bryan." "Isn't it?" Bryan was aware that the situation had now crossed the borderlines of what would be considered appropriate behavior for a brother and sister, but there was nobody around to call them on it. As far as the resort knew, Bridget was his wife, not his sister. The only question remaining was where their own personal boundaries were set. Other people's boundaries didn't matter here. Bryan decided to get a bit more adventurous. He moved his hand down on top of his sister's right leg and began to caress it, moving slowly from the top of her leg to her inner thigh. Bridget gave out a slight moan, barely audible. Bryan had a nearly full erection. Then, the unthinkable happened. The fucking hotel room phone started ringing. "No, don't," Bridget begged, but Bryan knew who it was. He had forgotten to call their mother when they got in, and he had given her the room number. He lifted his bikini-clad sister up until she was standing in the water, and walked over to the phone, barely trying to conceal the large bump in the front of his swim trunks. "Hi mom," he said. "Yeah, we made it in fine. Sorry I forgot to call... yeah... your daughter's doing fine, but we're both kind of tired. Okay, good night mom." Bryan hung up the phone, not really registering whatever his mother had said to him. It was background noise to the sight he beheld stepping out of the hot tub. "So, I'm kinda tired from the trip, and I was starting to get a bit clammy from the water," Bridget said. "I think' I'll head to bed." "Yeah, that's a good idea," Bryan said. "We can do plenty of cool stuff tomorrow." Bridget grabbed some clothes and headed to the bathroom. Bryan heard the shower turn on, and began to realize the implications of what had just happened. He pondered the facts: He was on his honeymoon not with his wife, but with his sister. The first part of that wasn't by choice, but the second one was. He had chosen to take her with him. He cared more about Bridget than anyone he could think of. He truly loved her, but he began to doubt his understanding of what kind of love that was. There was a new spark, a hint of erotic love that didn't exist between them before. He had always thought her beautiful, but he had just acted on that. As far as he was concerned, he had just violated his little sister to some degree. Except that she clearly brought it on herself. She approached him with a proposition to sit on his lap, an invitation to cross boundaries that logistically did not need to be crossed at the time. Bryan took her up on the offer. Back on the plane, Bryan nearly took her up on what thought for a moment was also a kind of offer. He wanted to accept these offers. He was entranced by the concept of a step forward in his relationship with Bridget, a relationship that had been nurtured in a healthy way for 22 years, and was just now taking a turn for the... different. And then Bryan came to terms with the nightmare in which he was about to live for two weeks. He was in love with his own sister. He was stuck on vacation with a woman with whom he was obviously in love, and she was totally, 100 percent, no-questions-asked off-limits sexually. He loved Bridget; he always had, but only now could he accept what that really meant for him. And if he truly loved her, he had to stop these advances. He couldn't dream of kissing her, the way he fantasized on the plane. He couldn't fondle her half-naked body in the hot tub. Even if she was receptive to it, it was wrong. That was his sister. If he kept it up, one of two things had to happen: Either she would eventually stonewall him, leaving their relationship in awkward tatters. Or, she would fully give in to lust, which would only lead to more pain in the future, because they didn't have one together. Neither of those alternatives was acceptable. This had to stop now. Bryan knew that it meant his vacation might be just as miserable as he originally believed, but this was for Bridget. She didn't know what he felt, which meant that she didn't know what she was getting into. Bryan heard the bathroom door open, and the love of his life walked out of it wearing only a gray tank top and a pair of short red pajama shorts. Her black hair was damp and matted down, less wavy than usual. Bridget had used a hair dryer, but it would still take a few more minutes to get totally dry. She stepped barefoot through the suite and made herself a glass of ice water. She sat at the bar and flipped on the television. "I'm just gonna watch a little TV while you get changed?" Bryan nodded in agreement. He took a pair of boxers with him to the bathroom, where he too started the shower. While he jerked himself off, Bryan shamelessly thought of his sister, who was sitting innocently outside in the suite. There had been many high points during the day; this was not one of them. Dejected at the revelations he'd made, Bryan finished showering, dried himself off, and put on his boxer shorts. He walked out of the bathroom to find Bridget right where she had been. Bryan decided he could do one more romantic favor for his sister before he started to back off. He dimmed the lights and lifted on side of the sheets up to allow for Bridget to climb into bed. She moved toward the bed, took her brother's hand, and sat on the edge of the bed. Bryan lifter her legs up, provoking a giggle from Bridget, and tucked her in. Bryan moved toward his suitcase, and found a white t-shirt to wear to bed. "I thought you usually went to bed shirtless," Bridget said, recalling their days in high school as well as the times she stayed at his apartment on the couch. "Yeah, but..." Bryan had no clue how to explain the situation to her. How could he tell his own sister that this was a preventative measure, and that what he really wanted was for neither of them to wear a single thing to bed? Bridget's bright blue eyes cut like a knife into Bryan's psyche. They didn't capture the full picture, but they were on the trail. "Wait, is it because of me?" Bridget asked, like the very idea was comical. "I'm pretty sure I wasn't the only one enjoying my time in the hot tub." Bryan stood sheepishly in place, caught red-handed, while Bridget continued her psychic assault. "Oh, that's just it, isn't it?" Bridget said. "Well, that's only natural. I don't blame you for it. And besides, if you want to make me happy, you'll give me a nice bare chest to rest against." Bryan relented, and tossed the shirt back down. His fair skin and thin black chest hair would remain on display, and more importantly, his torso would be open season for Bridget. She didn't know the entire effect she was having on him. What was playful flirting to her was beginning to get painful for him. Bryan turned off all but the bedside light, and he slunk into bed beside his sister, who cuddled up into his arms. Bryan shut off the last light, leaving only the starlight from the window to provide the slightest amount of illumination. Bridget began to stir, rubbing her left hand across Bryan's chest. Her right hand moved slowly down his torso and rubbed the areas around his crotch. He was 20 seconds in, and already Bryan didn't know how much more he could take. In the starlight, he could only make out shapes. There was little color, save for Bridget's eyes. It was always her eyes that slayed Bryan. The blue was faint now, only a pale reflection of what he'd usually see, but still he could see his sister staring at him as she caressed his body. He loved her. God, how he loved her. But this was too far. Bridget was crossing boundaries. Bryan tried to think of a way to stop the runaway freight train that was his lust for his sister, and hers for him. There seemed to be no diverting from the collision course. He thought too slowly. While he worked on an exit strategy, Bridget had found his right hand and placed it on her breast. She squeezed, and let out a whimper. Bridget pulled herself forward and leaned in to kiss her brother. Bryan didn't kiss back, but he didn't stop her, either. Her lips perched softly on top of his, and closed. Bridget pulled back and began to kiss Bryan's chest. His erection returned, despite his little session in the shower. Bridget leaned in to kiss him again, and this time, Bryan returned the favor. Their lips met in full force, but Bryan grabbed the sides of Bridget's face and pushed her away. "Oh, God," she said. "I'm sorry. I can't believe I just did that. "There's nothing to be sorry about," Bryan replied. "I just... I can't do this. I can't kiss you. You're my sister. I love you, and I can't hurt you." "You're not hurting me," Bridget cried. "I'm sorry," Bryan said. "I just don't agree with that." Bridget looked like she'd taken a knife to the heart. Bryan went on, "but stay close to me. I still need you here by my side." Bryan knew that if he'd rejected her outright, neither of them would sleep. He hoped this would be a happy medium, but he also didn't know how long it would last before one or both of them began another advance. Bridget reluctantly nodded, and rested her head on his chest, content to wrap her arms around him. There was some tossing and turning, but in each other's arms, Bryan and his sister slept through most of the night peacefully. Bryan woke up to the smell of bacon, eggs, and coffee. Bridget sat cross-legged on her side of the bed. Her skin was perfect. Her hair was perfect. She was messy and hadn't been awake long and wasn't wearing any make-up yet; she didn't look half as good aesthetically than she would after a little bit of effort, but still she was perfect to him. "I called room service and got us breakfast in bed, Mr. Shaughnessy," Bridget said with a silly grin and a groggy voice. "Looks delicious," Bryan said. "Thank you, Mrs. Shaughnessy." The two of them gobbled down breakfast, and threw on the television. Bridget sat there stoically. She turned to her brother and began, "Bryan, about last night..." "Bridget, don't," Bryan said. "You can't do this to yourself." Bridget looked down, unable to lock eyes with him. Bryan sighed. "Bridge, what am I going to do to get you to enjoy this vacation" His sister looked up at him with her bright eyes and bit her lip. "Fuck me," is what Bryan imagined she wanted to say, given the overwhelming evidence he gathered the previous evening. But she was more tactful and empathetic than that. She knew Bryan wasn't comfortable going there, so she said, "Let's go to the pool." Bryan looked at the clock and saw that it was already 10:30, and decided he was up for a late morning swim. And despite his resolve to keep things from going too far with his sister, he couldn't help satiating his desire to see Bridget in that purple swirled bikini again. When she returned from the bathroom, Bryan was surprised, but far from disappointed, at her new choice of attire. Bridget had put on her second new swimsuit, this one a portrait of fire. The top was mostly pale orange, with small red flames erupting from below, the highest one peaking just above her right nipple. The bottom was mostly consumed with the fire, with a few pale orange flecks of safety up near her waist. It tied together on the sides in a pair of knots. "I was hoping this one wouldn't turn you on as much," Bridget said, "since I know that's kind of an issue right now. The last one seemed to be a bit much for you." Bryan was speechless. She had gone from ice to fire, but she was no less sexually striking. He didn't know which one he liked better, but his sister was wearing fire right now, so fire it was. "It's fine," he said. "You look good." Bryan didn't know how to handle this side of his sister. She was the same girl in almost every way throughout the trip so far. She was still the charismatic, spontaneous, generous, kind person he had always loved. He had fallen for that person. But she had revealed another part of herself to Bryan - her sexuality. What fascinated him was that she maintained the rest of her nature in that sexuality. During their encounters, Bridget was still charismatic, spontaneous, generous, and kind. She was willing to do things previously thought to be forbidden, but when Bryan rejected that, she didn't persist. She didn't push him to do something he didn't want to do. At least, not yet. He remembered her insistence on coming home from Ireland. He couldn't decide whether he hoped that trend would continue. The two of them headed out to the pool, which was just as grandiose as the suite. They strolled along the poolside, and Bridget pulled from her bag a gigantic sunscreen dispenser, a wise choice for two pale Irish siblings in the arid Mexican heat. Sitting on a pool chair, she began to rub it all over her body, which aroused Bryan quite enough to begin with, but she didn't stop there. Bridget bent her right knee, and slicked sunscreen up and down, up and down. Bryan gaped at his sister as she switched legs and bent her left. Bryan had turned his head just in time when Bridget looked up at him. "Can you do my back?" Bridget asked. Bryan happily agreed and began to spread the lotion over his sister's back. He made sure to rub it in thoroughly, partly because she needed it, and partly because he couldn't resist the softness of her oiled skin. Bridget agreed to do Bryan's back in return after he finished the rest of his exposed skin. They dipped into the pool, which featured a full bar in the shallow end. Three-foot barstools jutted from the bottom of the pool, still submerged under three and a half feet of water. Bridget waded over and ordered a margarita. Bryan asked for a tequila shot, followed by a Jamison on rocks. Honeymoon Suiteness "What's a vacation for if I can't drink an unreasonable amount before noon?" Bryan asked. Bridget giggled and raised her glass to his. She smiled as she sipper her margarita. Bryan winced as his tequila went down, though it turned out he didn't have to. It was damn good stuff. He got started on his Jamison. "I wanna talk about something that's not awkward for us right now," Bridget said. "So how's the job going?" It was a great save by Bridget, and Bryan told her all about how his new boss at the bank was a welcome change, and how his co-workers were nice and helpful, and that he suspected he'd be up for a promotion sometime soon. They sipped their drinks as the topic changed from Bryan's job, to Bridget's aspirations, to their mother's social life, and so forth. "You wanna head to the beach?" Bridget asked. The resort was built right on the shoreline, so the beach was no more than a trip down a few flights of stairs. "Sure, but can we get a bite to eat first?" Bryan suggested, and the two of them snatched some chips and salsa from the bar, as well as another drink for the road for each of them. They sat down on a blanket that was provided for them at the base of the resort, and broke out the sunscreen again, following the same procedure. As Bryan lay on his stomach, Bridget worked the lotion into his back, and Bryan enjoyed what amounted to an oil massage by his sister. "Shit," Bridget said, straddling Bryan's backside. "The sunscreen thing is jammed. Hang on." "Let me try it," Bryan said, twisting around underneath her to face upward. His sudden movement caused Bridget to lose her balance, and she fell forward on top of her brother. Bryan caught her by the hips, and Bridget helped out by bracing herself on the soft blanket-covered beach. Bridget smiled coyly and looked away. "Hey, Bridge," Bryan said, before surprising even himself. Bryan pulled his sister downward, leaned his head up, and kissed her. This time, Bridget was the one who intervened. "I can't do this," she admitted, sitting up on the blanket. "Whatever this is, you're good with it, then you're not, and I can't handle it." Bridget started to tear up. "You're my brother, and I love you, and I can't deal with not knowing you really want, and I'm afraid that..." Bridget's watering eyes burned blue in the bright sunlight. Bryan was stumped. If he loved her, and she loved him, shouldn't they just go for this? Or would it be the kind of fling Bryan once thought he'd end up having with a stranger on this trip? He could never do that to Bridget. But is that what she wanted? If she wanted more, she couldn't have been thinking it through. If she didn't want more than a fling, Bryan didn't see how he could go back to normal with her. Bridget spoke again. "I don't know what to do with you." "I know, and now I should apologize," Bryan said. "This isn't fair to you." Bridget nodded, but turned her head away as she did. She didn't want to look at him. "Just know this," Bryan told his sister. "I really do love you, more than anything. But you said you were afraid. Afraid of what?" "Nothing," came the immediate response. Bridget wiped the tears off her face. "God, how many fucking times am I going to cry on vacation?" "Apparently, as many times as I do something stupid," Bryan said, inciting another giggle from Bridget. "Let's head back and shower up. I think we could both use a nap or a drink or a dip in the hot tub." "Yeah, okay." Bridget didn't talk the whole walk back to the suite. Bryan opened the door to the suite, and found that he was still in complete awe of the sheer openness of it. Bridget sauntered in past him, her hips shaking back and forth with every step, her fiery bikini leaving little to the imagination. She had to know what that did to Bryan. She pulled a change of clothes from her suitcase, and headed to the bathroom. She walked straight past Bryan to get there, and didn't even glance at him on her way. After the shower turned on, Bryan sat down on the bad and collapsed backward onto it burying his face into his hands. She hated him. He had his best friend, his love, and his sister all wrapped up into one person, and she hated him. Bryan put together a few things to change into after he showered so he could be ready to hop in when Bridget was done. Bryan heard the shower turn off and sat back on the bed. His sister opened the bathroom door looking paler than usual. Already fair-skinned, Bridget looked positively ghostly as she filled up a glass with straight rum and threw back a big gulp. Her hand held on to the glass, trembling. She stared at Bryan, whose mouth was stuck partly open at Bridget's present state. "Well," she said. "What are you waiting for? The bathroom's open." She looked terrified, like she was about to do something regrettable, and wanted Bryan to leave before she burned down the room. Or worse, Bryan thought, maybe she meant to leave. The trip was becoming hard on both of them, the opposite effect of what Bryan had intended. He sulked into the bathroom, stripped, and stepped into the massive shower, where he tried to gather his thoughts. All he could think about was how to make this better. How could he show Bridget he really did care about her, and that he only resisted her in the first place to avoid hurting her? It had seemed so rational at the time, but it backfired in every way imaginable. His thoughts went to what he just did on the beach. He kissed her. His sister. And she kissed him back, and wanted to keep kissing him, but she pulled away. He thought about the hurt look on her face as she sat on the blanket. His mind became fixated on the swimsuit she wore, and how stunning she looked, how badly he wanted to fuck her. Then he thought about her icy purple bikini from the day before, and how her eyes popped when she wore it, and how her eyes must look during love-making. Bryan turned the water cold as punishment for going there when thinking about his sister, and to help him cool off his body temperature and his sex drive. He leaned his hands against the wall as the water poured over him. It was freezing, but he couldn't budge. Eventually, Bryan managed to wash himself off and actually turn off the shower. He dried off and put on his clothes. He looked in the mirror, and matted down his hair. He stepped out of the shower and into the suite. On the bed was the most glorious thing he'd ever seen, a pure vision in blue. Bridget lay on the bed on her left side, dressed in a brand new babydoll nightgown. It featured a royal blue bra with a powder blue translucent skirt that reached just down to her upper thighs. Beneath it, Bryan could make out a pair of lace panties colored royal blue to match the bra. Bridget's right arm rested along her side; her upper left arm ran along the bed and bent upward at the elbow, so that she could use her left hand to support her head. Her stoic expression, those azure eyes, that black waterfall around her face - they all came together in a hurricane of Irish beauty. Bridget gazed into and far beyond Bryan's eyes. Bryan stared back at his sister, who was situated before him in a full-on seductive model pose. This was it. This was what she was terrified to do, before Bryan went into the shower. Bridget was putting all her cards on the table; she couldn't take this back. But she presented herself with a quiet confidence, and Bryan found himself admiring that. Bryan tried to find the words, but he was mesmerized by the sight of his baby sister staring voluptuously back at him. Bridget bit her lip a bit, and raised her eyebrows. "Bryan," she said softly, rotating her legs forward and sitting up. "You're my brother, and I'm your sister, and maybe that makes this wrong, but this is what I know. We grew up together. We lived together. We took this vacation together." Bridget slowly stood up. "We've shared everything, done everything together..." She took two steps toward Bryan, which was close enough to reach him. She took a third step, looked up at him, and moved her head to the side of his. "...Everything except this," she whispered into his ear. "I want it, and you want it." She pulled her head back again, and gazed up at her brother. "Or, maybe you don't want it. But... here I am," she said with a surrendering smile and a few tears. Bryan could tell that she tried her best to get through this speech without faltering, that she had carefully crafted every word for a full effect. What began as a cocky, crooked, seductive smile had faded into uncertainty, and Bridget now wore only a pair of pursed lips that could only open to utter the last words she had inscribed in her mind for this very moment: "But I guess that's what it comes down to," Bridget said, placing Bryan's hands underneath her silk skirt and on her hips. "Do you want this? Do you want me? Do you love me the way I love you? Either you do, or you don't. Right now." He did. Bryan tightened his grip on his sister's hips, pulled her in, and kissed her more passionately than he'd ever kissed a woman before. Bridget threw her arms around Bryan's neck and squeezed. Overcome with emotion, she went nearly limp, and Bryan tried to support her at her hips. It was easier, though, for Bryan to do what he really wanted. He tossed Bridget onto the bed and crawled on top of her, madly kissing her over and over and over again. Their hands took on minds of their own, grabbing whatever pieces of flesh - covered or uncovered - happened to pique their interest. Bryan took more than a few passes at his sister's breasts, and began to squeeze the left one while his right hand held the back of Bridget's head. Bridget's hands had found a focal point on Bryan's buttocks. They squeezed hard a few times before running up and down his back underneath his shirt. That proved to be too much work, and Bryan's shirt came rushing over the front of him. He tossed it aside and went back to kissing Bridget. Their tongues began to get involved, wrestling vigorously with one another. Bryan's hands ran underneath the negligee and caressed her soft skin below her breasts, and his right hand wandered down below. Bryan began to run his fingers along his sister's crotch, massaging the area back and forth while Bridget began to moan audibly in between kisses. Her hands had gone to work on Bryan's torso, but they turned their attention to his shorts, which were off almost as quickly as his shirt. Bryan went back to massaging Bridget's crotch, and found a considerable amount of dampness. He paused for a moment. "Wow, Bridge," Bryan panted. "You're a little excited down there, huh?" "You're one to talk," she managed to blurt out between breaths, pointing her eyes and nodding at Bryan's throbbing erection beneath his boxers. They laughed together and kissed again once more. "I love you, Bridget" Bryan said, only inches away from Bridget's face. "I can't even describe how much I love you." "Then don't describe it," Bridget said. Her cocky smile came back to life. "Show me." Bryan shoved his hand underneath Bridget's panties and began to rub her bare pussy directly, prompting a small convulsion of shock in her. Her head came forward, and Bryan took the opportunity to kiss her several more times as his rubbing intensified below. Bridget was beginning to lose control already, but Bryan wasn't even halfway done. He inserted two fingers into his sister's pussy and began his in-and-out movement. He kept his thumb out and massaged her clit that way, and within a few iterations of this, Bridget had thrown her head back and was convulsing uncontrollably, giving an "ah" sound every few breaths. For the most part, however, Bridget couldn't even create an audible sound. Bryan continued to work on her pussy, kissing her neck and her chest now that her face was out of commission, writhing from side to side and partially covered by her hand in shock. He reached behind and unclipped her bra. He discarded her top, so that each of them only wore a single small garment, and he marveled at her perfect, medium-sized, milky white breasts. He took a nipple in between his fingers and squeezed. That send a new wave of pleasure through Bridget's body. Bryan then lowered his mouth onto her right nipple, licked it a bit, and began to suck, while his other hand still had two fingers inside her. That sent Bridget over the edge. Bryan witnessed his sister convulse for a final time, her chest arched in the air and her head thrown back downward, before emitting a high-pitched "UUUUUUNGHHHH HHHHAAAAAAAAAAA" that got louder and louder as it went, until Bryan was sure that anyone in the neighboring suites could hear it. Bryan backed away slightly. "Ooooooooh my GOD!!" Bridget screamed into a pillow, suddenly aware of her surroundings. Completely out of breath, Bridget grabbed her brother behind his back and brought him in for a deep, lust-filled kiss. After twenty seconds, she relented and allowed their lips to part. "That was so amazing," Bridget said, breathing heavily. "We're not done, though." Her eyes seemed to brighten as she threw Bryan down onto the bed, and began to yank his boxers off, tossing them aside to join his shirt and her top. She hastily pulled her lacy, sopping wet blue panties off and threw them into what had become the siblings' discarded clothes pile. Bridget straddled her brother just in front of his rock-hard cock, and stared down at him with icy determination. Bryan grabbed her hips. Bridget raised herself up a few inches, grasped Bryan's cock, and placed it at the entrance of her pussy. "I love you so much," Bryan said. "I love you too, Baby," his sister replied, before relaxing down and slowly impaling herself with his manhood. As she lowered herself down, she gave out several whimpers, to which Bryan replied, "Go as slow as you need to, Honey," followed closely by an uncontrollable "Oh shit, that's good." It truly was. Bridget's apparently limited sexual experience had left her pussy as tight as anything Bryan had known. She continued to lower herself down until her lips hit the base of his cock. Then she ever so slowly raised herself up again. Her pussy was clamped down onto Bryan's cock. Her grip was heavenly, as was her face looking down at him. Bridget's dual sapphires connected with his eyes as she began to lower herself back down. After a few cycles of slow up-and-down work, she sped up just a little. Bridget began to shift into a gyrating motion, grinding her pussy against Bryan's pelvis. Her eyes narrowed as she did this, and as she sped up and rode Bryan's cock harder, she approach the verge of another orgasm. Bryan wouldn't be far behind. Bridget moved up and down, back and forth on his cock, letting out staggered breaths. Seeing her face contort as she approached climax was making it quite difficult for Bryan to maintain stamina. Her pussy began to overwhelm him, pushing and pulling his cock around with velvet smooth strokes. Bryan moved his hands from his sister's hips up to her breasts, squeezing them hard as the two of them continued to fuck like it was their last day on earth. Bridget shifted gears again, now thrusting as hard and as fast as she could, muttering "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit..." when she was able to gather her breath. Bryan began to give back, thrusting his pelvis upward in sync with her motions. That was it for Bridget. Bryan watched as his sister exploded into orgasm; her eyes were shut and her mouth was wide open and silent. But within moments, she groaned a loud "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU HNNNNNNNNN," which in turn brought Bryan to the brink of orgasm. Bridget collapsed on top of her brother, who wrapped his arms around her, and began pumping his cock upward into her pussy. Bridget moaned with each thrust. Bryan soon reached the point of no return. He grunted aloud and pulled Bridget in tightly, as he injected stream after stream of cum into his sister's womanhood. The two of them breathed heavily, sister on top of brother, for a few minutes until Bridget tried to sit back up. She tried to support herself with her hands on Bryan's chest, but her elbows and knees gave out upon first attempt. Bridget was shaking, and Bryan gave her a boost so they could look upon each other's faces. They had nothing left to say. Everything left unspoken was communicated right there as they smiled at one another. Bridget slowly let herself collapse back down on Bryan's chest, a thoroughly satisfied lover. Bryan stroked his sister's long black hair and caressed her flawless milky-white skin as he mentally drifted away. His thoughts turned to what he formerly perceived as a total failure. A month ago, Bryan had thought this vacation would be at worst a disaster, and at best a consolation prize. But he now realized everything was in its place, right where it ought to be. He was on his honeymoon, naked in bed with the woman he loved, without a care in the world.