10 comments/ 132996 views/ 36 favorites Welcome To Paradise? By: ShelbyNaughtyGirl Originally this was written as a small series of quickie gifts for a special friend. I intended for each part to be a small teasing build up to a main event. I'm not sure how quick the re-edit ended up being but I hope the feel of the tease was left intact. Hopefully this adventure is one you find enjoyable. As always all characters are over 18 years old. This is just entertainment, don't do anything stupid because you read about made up people doing it too :) Enjoy Shelby frowned trying not to be rude to the front desk clerk at the hotel, she hated when people treated others badly. She knew the girl checking people in at the hotel wasn't in charge she was just trying to do her job. No matter how mad she was, Shelby tried to remind herself, this is a person you are dealing with. It is probably not her fault anyway, yelling at her will just ruin her day and won't make her want to help you. Plus, everyone will know you as "that crazy screaming bitch" for the rest of the visit. Be nice. She'd known this family reunion thing was a bad idea from the very first time her parents mentioned it. She loved her family. Her mom, her dad, even her somewhat narcissistic older brother. The four of them got along better than anyone else' family she knew of. She loved going on vacation to beautiful places and she loved staying in nice hotels, but it was different when nothing was your choice and you had to try to make an entire family happy at once. Their little foursome would've had a good time anywhere. In fact, they often had a great time right in the backyard of the house where Shelby and Spencer had grown up. They liked to get together and have dinner as a family. They would play games or just shoot the breeze, but a family reunion apparently needed to be bigger than just a barbecue at the beach. The entire family, including obscure relatives, had descended upon Paradise Island in the Bahamas. Seven days for "fun in the sun" family bonding activities. She just hoped she wouldn't have to see her great-uncle shirtless. Shelby only agreed to come because it was the Bahamas and she knew it would keep her mom off her back. Her one stipulation was that she didn't have to deal with the planning. She just wanted to show up and enjoy. When they'd originally planned this "once in a lifetime" trip she'd had a boyfriend. She couldn't wait to spend a week in Paradise drinking cocktails, taking in the sun, eating good food and staying up late screwing Michael's brains out while she spent a little bit of time with her relatives on the side. Then everything changed. Michael had been a good boyfriend at the start but as time went on, things were less and less dreamy and more and more blah. Michael was attractive, funny and attentive when they first started dating. She'd wanted him more than anyone she'd ever been with and they spent every second together. Then it was less "let's go to dinner and you can choose the movie" and more "you can make me dinner and we'll watch this movie I've been dying to see on cable". Shelby thought he was just settling into the relationship, but then she realized he had just become himself without the shiny, new, nice guy routine he'd used to attract her in the first place. Michael was an okay guy but okay wasn't good enough for her. When X-box and Wolverine became his mistresses she thought it best if they parted ways. She liked him but wasn't willing to waste her time if something else better could be waiting for her. Shelby had known that she was going on this vacation by herself which was fine by her. She had become an increasingly rare breed in her little group of friends, a single woman. More and more she knew people that were getting married and having babies but she was still just her. She figured the timing of the break up was perfect. It would leave her free to have a little vacation fling. Maybe she'd meet a hot millionaire that would fall madly in love with her. They'd run away together to his giant mansion and live happily ever after. Or she'd have a terrible, drunken hook-up fueled by too much rum with some frat boy on vacation with his buddies and regret the entire trip. She hoped for the first. She'd been smart enough in college to avoid ending up on any "My Hot Ex-girlfriend" amateur porn sites and since she was an "adult" now, she figured she'd be able to avoid any self-involved tools and find a real man to have some fun with. She was still young, but she knew what she wanted. She wasn't desperate and could handle herself if it came down to it. The only problem with traveling and single-hood was that Shelby hated flying. Her vibrator wasn't a companion that could entertain her during a lay over or hold her hand when the plane bounced around with turbulence and she had to wrestle her bags all by herself. Knowing she would be stuck on a plane by herself for hours had started her day off badly. Then there were all sorts of delays and she'd arrived hours later than scheduled. She was tired, unwashed and sweltering in the humid, tropical heat. She was desperate to just get to her room and continue her mini-meltdown in air conditioned privacy. Since she had arrived so late and hadn't been in charge of booking her own hotel room (thank you Aunt Barbara) things were already fucked up. She had been in Paradise for only a couple of hours and was supposed to be relaxing and enjoying herself but those were two things that were obviously not on the menu for her. The poor desk girl, Carla, was on the receiving end of Shelby's death glare while she tried to figure out exactly where the reservations went wrong. "Umm, I think that, uh, well... I found your reservation ma'am. But, um, it looks like there was some sort of mistake. I just started my shift, but the best I can tell is, uh, since you were, um, unfortunately, severely delayed, your room was given away," she said the last part quickly and then flinched away, clearly afraid she was going to be chewed out. Shelby scowled darkly, rather infuriated. She didn't want to scream at the desk girl but she was thousands of miles from home, on a vacation she didn't even really want to be a part of and now she had nowhere to stay. "So, what exactly happened?" Shelby asked, in an extremely strained voice. "Uh, well it looks like your reservation got combined into one room with another member of your party. We were extremely booked up and someone must have seen that the last names matched and thought the two separate reservations were a mistake. When you didn't show up in time for check-in, they gave your room away." Carla was still cringing away from Shelby's hateful glare. She could feel she was frowning and she reminded herself it would only give her wrinkles in the future. She tried to surreptitiously rub any forming frown lines out of her forehead. "Okay. So who am I stuck with?" Shelby sent up a silent prayer it wasn't some almost unknown distant cousin or her crazy great-grandma or her parents. "Um, well, it looks like they re-booked you with a Spencer Stephens. You were both already booked into one of our deluxe rooms when I checked Mr. Stephens in. I mistakenly assumed you were on newlyweds and he didn't mention that you weren't married. I'm so sorry! I thought that you were on your honeymoon, so I gave him a free upgrade. It has a very spacious bathroom and a small private pool and backyard/patio area. There aren't any other available rooms in the resort. Unless there is another one of your party you'd prefer to share accommodations with?" Shelby was still pissed but at least she would have a suite to share with her brother and not just a "deluxe room" which would be less than 300 shared square feet for an entire week. "Just give me the room key and I'm sure 'hubby' and I can make it work." Carla let out a silent sigh of relief as she gave Shelby a key card and showed her on a map of the resort where the villa was located. "I am so sorry Mrs. Stephens, uh, Ms. Stephens. I'll add $100 of free room service to your reservation and here are some free drink coupons for the resort's nightclub, Sin. Please enjoy your stay and if you need anything else just let us know." Shelby gave Carla a slightly forced smile, took her bribe and turned to leave, the bag boy leading the way. She looked around the lobby on her way to the room, admiring the huge tropical fish tank and the fancy woven banana fiber furniture. It gave her ideas for fixing up her own apartment when she got back home. She hoped this was going to be the greatest hotel room ever since she was going to have to share it with Spencer for a week and this "vacation" was already stressing her out. She arrived at the door and giggled a bit when she realized it was number 6969, she hoped it was a good omen for things to come. She opened the door and the bag boy placed her bags on a luggage rack in the sizable walk-in closet. She tipped him and then sank onto the bed with a deep sigh as he let himself out. She looked around and noticed there was only one huge, larger than king-sized bed, since this was supposed to be a romantic suite. There was also a big couch in the living room area, so she knew they could figure something out. It looked like Spencer had already made himself at home and unpacked so she figured she should too. Once she had hung up her clothes she'd freshen up a bit then find out what the rest of the family was doing. The closet had nice hangers and a big dresser. She put her underwear and the bathing suits she'd brought in one of the drawers. She tossed her way-too-many shoes on the floor of the closet and hung up the rest of her clothes. Shelby grabbed her bag of toiletries and hair straightener and went to explore the "spacious bathroom". She opened the bathroom door and gasped. Shelby loved to soak in the tub and this one looked perfect. It was deep and had more than enough room to fit her four closest friends, or at least it seemed that way. The tub jutted out of the bathroom and was surrounded on three sides by huge windows that looked out into the back of their villa. She leaned over the tub and reached out to open the windows around the tub. She figured she would enjoy the air while she soaked in the tub. She gasped with excitement as she saw the little yard outside. They were on a little rise and beyond the end of their yard she could see the ocean and lush tropical landscape. There was plenty of greenery and flowering tropical plants that were so fragrant she could almost taste them. It seemed pretty private since there was no one on the beach nearby which was nice. Shelby thought she might have to have a night time skinny dip if it stayed this way. The glassy smooth surface of the pool was tempting and she'd always heard amazing things about the warm Caribbean water. Spencer had finished his walk around the resort. After he'd checked in, he visited his mom and dad in their room and they'd let him know everyone was going to eat dinner together as a little "Welcome to Family Togetherness Week" introduction. The humid heat had made Spencer a little sweaty and since he'd been on a plane for most of the day, he'd decided to shower and change before meeting the family for drinks and dinner. He also wanted to check and see if Shelby had arrived and figured out they were rooming together. He smiled to himself, he couldn't wait to see the look on the brat's face when she saw their room. He knew she'd be pissed she had to share with him but he figured she'd be so excited about the villa she probably wouldn't really care. At least she didn't have that stupid boyfriend with her. He didn't think he could stomach the two of them giving each other goo-goo eyes all week and he didn't want to see them making out everywhere he went either. Not that he wanted her to be unhappy, but the guy was definitely not good enough for her. Spencer had met him several times at family dinners and just wasn't all that impressed. Shelby had been crazy for him though, as evidenced by her tongue down his throat when Spencer had accidentally walked in on their stolen moment in his parents' kitchen. Whatever, she was a grown girl. He still couldn't think of his baby sister as a woman even if she was into her twenties. She could do whatever or, he cringed, whoever she wanted. When he got inside he immediately recognized the purse that was laying on the coffee table. Shelby had always been a little bit of a slob so he wasn't too surprised to see her shoes kicked off in the little foyer area either. Before he'd moved out when he started college he always remembered her crap laying all over the house. He figured he wouldn't be able to change her ways in just a week so he'd just join her instead. He kicked his shoes off next to hers and closed the door behind him. Shelby was one of those, "Oh my God! I'm so late! Have you seen my...?" type people. He smiled imagining her in one of her mini freak outs running all over looking for something. He looked around the suite and didn't see her anywhere. The luxurious room was silent. He thought maybe she was outside swimming but he didn't hear her splashing in the yard. He knew she wasn't with his parents since he'd just come from their room so he thought she might be down at the beach or something. Spencer figured he'd go wade around in the pool and then when she showed up he'd shower and they could go to dinner together. He went outside and looked around their little Eden. He smiled, pretending to be a married couple was definitely the right thing to do to get this amazing suite. The pool was small but glistening and pristine looking. He stepped knee deep into the cool water and turned to take in his surroundings. He could see the ocean and lush tropical hills in the distance. They had a hammock hanging on a stand in the shade and he decided he would lay there while he waited for Shelby and maybe have a little nap. He wondered where the brat had snuck off to. She was probably downing fruity drinks with umbrellas in them, on the prowl for some man-candy in the beach bar. He shuddered. He really hoped that wasn't true. He preferred to imagine her doing something wholesome like playing with puppies or giving to charity. Spencer wandered over to the hammock and laid down letting the warm breeze blow over him. The hammock swayed slowly as he watched some palm trees gently waving down near the sand. He was facing away from their room, but as he looked around taking everything in, he noticed that over his right shoulder he could see the bathroom. With the big bay windows it seemed like a perfect place to hang out in the tub, you could be inside but feel like you were outdoors. Spencer turned a little further. It was a tight angle but as he tried to stare through the glare of the glass he could just make out the edge of the bathtub and his little sister. She'd been here the whole time. As he watched she turned her head to look out the window. He thought she was looking at him so he waved, but she didn't react. He figured that he must be too deep in the shadows for her to see, so he shrugged it off. He started to turn back to the view but then she bent over to turn on the water and he immediately forgot about any other view he'd ever enjoyed in his life. Spencer could see down the front of her shirt. She was wearing a soft, thin, cotton tank top with a low neckline and he could barely see the tops of her breasts swelling above her bra. She leaned further over and plugged the tub letting Spencer see all the way down to her belly button. She straightened up slightly, splashing her hand in the flowing water. He could see her boobs moving softly as she tested the water temperature and adjusted it a little at a time. He forced himself to look away, not wanting to spy on his sister. It was bad enough to perv on someone unsuspecting but a family member made it that much worse. Who could you trust more than family? Besides, what kind of sick fuck would do that to his own sister? Wasn't it his job to protect her from guys exactly like himself? He shook his head in disgust at himself and turned away. He looked out at the ocean again but stared blankly, seeing nothing. He closed his eyes for a minute and watched the play of black shadows on the fiery red of the inside of his eyelids. Then he looked at the ocean again, but he could feel his eyes being drawn back to the window. Spencer felt guilty but he was just a man and he knew that a potentially nude, warm-blooded woman was nearby. As he strained to see through the window he saw Shelby pull her top off and drop it on the floor behind her. He admired the way her upper body looked in nothing but a bra. She had delicate muscles in her arms and back from the dancing and yoga that she did and a smooth, flattish stomach. She wasn't Pink in the abs department but she was fit and still girly. She unbuttoned her capris and Spencer felt what he thought was a twinge of excitement in his stomach. He frowned. He couldn't be getting turned on by his sister. It was probably just nervousness at the idea of her catching him spying on her. He knew he should look away, but it felt like the muscles in his neck were paralyzed. As he stared, she peeled her fly open and he could see a v-shaped wedge of cotton appear, framed by her unfastened zipper. Shelby hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and with a wiggle that made her perky little boobs bounce she worked the pants down over her hips, past the round curves of her ass. Spencer's mouth dropped open as his unsuspecting sister peeled her khaki capris off, exposing her panties and bare legs to his view. She was no more naked now than he'd ever seen her, but he couldn't stop staring. A bikini or bra and panties were basically the same amount of coverage, but knowing she wouldn't go out in public in her underwear was what made it so much better. Seeing her in a bathing suit would be a tease, seeing her undressed was taboo. It was the wrongness that kept his eyes turned toward her partially undressed form. This time Spencer couldn't deny it. He felt a twitch in his pants and he knew his cock was growing. This mix of lust and self-loathing was addictive. He wanted to slap himself, to force himself to look away but he couldn't. Growing up together, Spencer had seen his sister naked more times than he could count. As kids they'd even taken baths together every night but when they started getting a little older that obviously had to stop. When Shelby started developing, of course he'd noticed. He was a hormone-ridden teenage boy, but he'd done his best to remind himself she was his sister and mostly he'd been able to avoid any embarrassing and potentially awkward situations. Even during her teenage girl, intense need for privacy phase, Spencer had caught glimpses of Shelby's body over the years during high school before he moved out and went to college. Sometimes, when it was just the two of them at home and she assumed he couldn't see, she'd dart from the bathroom they shared into her room. Often she was wearing only a skimpy towel, occasionally nothing but underwear and once or twice when she had been completely naked. He'd caught a quick glimpse of her as she dashed into her room and slammed the door. The image of her uncovered body was burned into his retinas until he remembered it was his sister running around the house. He'd actually checked her out a fair few times since his friends would comment on her physique whenever they were over and she was prancing around. Since he was her brother he couldn't feel anything more than brotherly affection for her. He would deny that he noticed anything about her was hot. He'd told his friends she was his sister and therefore hardly even a girl. Welcome To Paradise? Ch. 02 This is a continuation of Welcome To Paradise? A series of shorter stories that can be read individually as little teases or one after the other for a longer build up to the big finish. As always all characters are adults and on and on. :) Enjoy! * Shelby lay limp and panting in the bathtub. She was smiling and her entire body felt boneless and relaxed. She knew she had to start getting ready to meet up with her family for dinner but she was so satisfied she felt like she couldn't move. Eventually she sat up with a groan. She splashed some of the now lukewarm bathwater on her face and washed away the leftovers of her morning make-up. It felt good to start over from her morning's tribulations. It made her feel like she was setting up the end of the day to be much better than the start. Her day had gotten progressively better once she got into the villa. The room was nice, the view was beautiful and the tasty little orgasm she had in the bathtub seemed to have started her evening off right. The only downside was that it didn't completely satisfy her, it was more like an appetizer than a main course. Shelby gave her hair a quick rinse and then stood. The water lapped around her smooth calves as she lathered her slick skin with citrus and floral scented body wash. While she stood in the tub she watched her reflection in the mirror. She admired the way her hands glided over her soapy body as iridescent bubbles made their leisurely way down over her curves. Her nipples were hard and she was covered in goosebumps from the soft breeze blowing in through the open windows. Shelby smiled as she ran her hands over her wet soapy boobs. They felt good in her hands, lush and firm. She bit her bottom lip as she imagined what it would feel like if it was a large pair of masculine hands on her instead. Her hands slid down her belly and she watched as she ran her hands over her sex, letting her fingers slip lazily between her bare lips. Her hips twitched as she brushed over her clit. She could've easily spent the next few hours "getting clean" but knew she didn't have time. She poured handfuls of water over her breasts, enjoying the soft tickling of the soap as the little rivulets washed away the last of pre "relaxing vacation" Shelby. Finally clean, she pulled the stopper from the tub and stepped dripping onto the plush bathmat. She felt like a brand new woman. The tropical air felt good as it dried her body but she knew she didn't have all day to stand around naked. She reached to the towel rack and wrapped herself in a thick swathe of cotton. Shelby looked in the mirror and frowned. This was an expensive hotel room and she thought that they would have had larger towels. The one wrapped around her was fluffy and extremely soft but barely covered her essential parts. She had twisted and tucked it until it formed an absorbent terry cloth minidress. Her boobs were squished up out of the top of her towel and the bottom hit high at the top of her thighs. She turned and checked out her backside. Her cheeks were covered, kind of. It definitely wasn't big enough that she would have been considered decently covered and she wouldn't want anyone but a boyfriend to see her in it. She shrugged it off and went to the vanity to start her make-up. She hadn't heard from Spencer yet so she figured if she hurried and got dressed then no one else would ever find out about the ridiculous baby towel she was wearing. It wasn't like she was going on a first date with a hot guy she wanted to impress or anything but Shelby still wanted to look nice. There were distant family members she hadn't seen in years. Plus, she was on vacation and single. She didn't know who she might run into tonight. She smoothed moisturizer over her face, and then dusted some sheer foundation onto her skin. A light smattering of freckles across her cheek bones were still visible and she smiled. She looked natural but was just a little more perfect than she already had. She softly enhanced her warm, dark eyes with her favorite gold eyeshadow. A sweep of eyeliner and a coat of mascara made her long eyelashes look almost too long to be real. She slicked a sheer gloss over her lips and then pinned her hair up in a messy bun. She pouted into the mirror and stuck her tongue out at her reflection, laughing at herself. When she turned to leave the bathroom she looked back, checking out the lower curves of her ass cheeks just peeking out of the bottom of her towel dress. She got an excited little thrill at her shameless outfit. She wondered if Spencer was back from wherever he'd been when she arrived but she was sure he would've knocked on the door and said hi if he'd come in and realized she'd arrived. She cautiously opened the bathroom door and peeked out into the suite checking for him anyway. She hated being scared by the unexpected so she stopped and listened for him. She could only see to the door and the closest corner of the living room area. It was silent in the villa so she assumed he was still out. She stepped out in the hallway, barely concealed in her tiny towel but didn't notice Spencer sitting quietly on the couch when she'd darted into the bedroom. Spencer watched his sister sneak out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. She must not have seen him since she didn't say anything when she crept by. He shifted to the near corner of the couch where he watched her open the closet. She reached out sliding the hangers as she picked through a couple of choices. She grabbed a light dress and tossed it on the bed turning back to choose a cute pair of shoes. As she bent over to contemplate just which shoes might make her outfit, Spencer saw her towel ride up over her ass. Absolutely everything was exposed to him. He'd already been tempted by the sneaky little flash of cheeks he'd gotten while she was standing. He wanted to get his hands on her round, lush butt and maybe sink his teeth into the firm flesh. He groaned quietly seeing that the view from behind was as amazing as he had imagined. Shelby heard a noise from the sitting area and with her head still in the closet she froze for a second, listening. She heard nothing but silence and finally chose a pair of heels. Spencer continued to stare at her bare ass and the soft lips of her sex, exposed between her thighs. He tried to conjure up some feeling of guilt, after all this was still his baby sister, but the man part of him just wanted to keep looking. With a sigh he decided it was maybe a little bit unfair that she thought she was alone so he decided to let her know he was there. He stood and walked to the door. Spencer reached the doorway and leaned casually against the jamb before knocking. "Knock, knock!" he said, standing nonchalantly in the opening. "Oh! Oh my God!" She squealed. "What the fuck Spencer?!" Shelby hated to be scared and this surprise immediately infuriated her. She thought she'd heard someone in the villa! He must've been either sitting silently somewhere or he snuck in, the creep. She whirled around to confront him and as she turned, her skimpy towel dress burst open and slid down her body. She shrieked as her boobs were bared to her brother's unwavering gaze. Spencer didn't react at all, his eyes didn't widen, he didn't look away, he just coolly stared right at her exposed body. Shelby was mortified which only made her more mad at him. She grabbed at the towel, quickly yanking it back up. She was so focused on pulling the towel up over her breasts, she didn't even realize the bottom of the towel was now well above her sex. "Ahem, you're uncovered little sister." Spencer vaguely gestured toward her lower body and she shrieked again as she let the swag of fabric drop a little lower before she haphazardly secured it around her torso. She self-consciously crossed her legs trying to shield her secrets from his unrelenting stare. She still had the shoes in her hands and she threw one toward him screaming, "GET OUT!" Spencer didn't flinch when the shoe landed at his feet. She had completely missed her target and it did nothing to scare him away. He stood and just stared at her for another long moment. His eyes burned into hers and she was suddenly a little bit scared by the intensity of his expression. She could feel her pulse racing as she took deep heaving breaths. Her own brother was looking at her in a whole new way. He'd always treated her like a little sister, a little bit of overprotectiveness combined with a lot of teasing but still loving in a familial type way. Now, his expression was something she'd never seen from him. He looked hungry. His eyes, so similar to hers burned hot. She imagined it was a look he would give his girlfriend. It looked too much like lust, like something she'd never received before as his sibling. She squirmed uncomfortably and dropped her gaze for a split second, overwhelmed by the eye contact. Shelby felt like she was freaking out a little bit. She was sure she couldn't be reading this situation correctly. She was just tired and out of sorts from the long, difficult day. She was hungry and her body was confused from changing time zones. Her hormones were out of control from the play time in the bath tub. Her brother was just being his obnoxious self and she was just getting the signals crossed. She grasped at every excuse that popped into her head. Spencer couldn't actually want her. It was too weird to even imagine. They were related, they had the same parents, they grew up together, there was no way he thought about her that way. No one thought about their little sister like that. It was sick, not normal. She locked eyes with him again and wound up to throw the other shoe toward him. He didn't react. It made her even more annoyed that he still stood, as calm as ever, staring like he was watching something on TV. As she released the second shoe her towel slipped again this time dropping all the way to the floor. Her first instinct was to cover herself but something about his look stopped her. He seemed so smug and unaffected. The little sister part of her turned rebellious toward her big brother. The Stephens' family stubborn streak wouldn't let her give him the satisfaction of watching her desperately try to grab the towel so she just let it lay at her feet. She wanted to test him, to decipher his intentions. Besides, she knew she was in the right and he was just being a perv. Spying on her, exploiting the situation and putting her at a disadvantage. Once she'd called his bluff she knew he would look away. He would apologize about antagonizing her and how inappropriate this had all become. She stood, defiantly naked. She could feel herself blushing and it made her furious with him. She willed him to say something about her nudity. She waited feeling indignant, any second she expected him to grovel and beg for her forgiveness at his bad behavior. Then the balance of power would be back on the little sister side. She'd never thought of herself as an exhibitionist or anything like that, but there was no doubt that her traitorous body enjoyed her complete exposure. As she stared down at him she could feel the start of a humiliating tingle in her most sensitive and private areas. It made her start to second guess her brilliant plan. Spencer didn't seem to be too contrite. She didn't see any signs of a forthcoming apology and he didn't seem to be anywhere near as ashamed of himself as she thought he should be. In fact, she was starting to feel the sting of awkwardness but she couldn't back down now. Spencer silently looked her up and down. He took in her fully bared form and she looked gorgeous. Seeing her through the window of the bathroom had been hot but it was nothing compared to what was before him. She panted with self-righteous anger. Her breasts heaved and her nipples hardened under his burning gaze. Her skin was silky and smooth looking. Shelby was flushed with fury and he could see the tell tale signs of increasing arousal. Spencer could tell she was getting too riled up so he turned to leave. He didn't want to completely alienate her and make her mad at him for the rest of the trip. If she was really that mad he knew he'd never get his chance to fuck her. It made him a little bit nervous that he'd taken it so far already. This morning they had been a normal family. This afternoon he'd secretly jacked off to his little sister in the bathtub and now he was planning how best to convince her to fuck him. What a sick bastard he was, and the most worrying part was that he seemed to care less and less. "You look good baby sister." Spencer pulled the door closed as he left the room. Her brother was such a dick sometimes! Shelby frowned as she stomped to the door and locked it. She grabbed her shoes and threw them angrily on the bed. She heard the shower start and figured he was getting ready for dinner. She couldn't wrap her mind around his reaction to her naked body. Her own brother had just stared at her, no ogled her, like she was just some piece of ass! Shelby took a couple of deep breaths and sat on the edge of the bed for a moment. She grabbed the dress and threw it on. It was made of blue and white striped gauzy cotton. It had a halter top and the gathered skirt was loose and stopped above her knee. She was so flushed and worked up from her brother's teasing and the humid tropical heat she decided to go without underwear. The halter neckline held her boobs up and showed off her cleavage. Plus, her skirt wasn't too, too short. As long as she kept her legs closed or crossed while she sat she wouldn't be exposed and her lower body would be cool and breezy. Shelby wasn't really sure what was going on with her brother. There had never been any kind of impropriety between them before now. She'd heard of incest before, she cringed and a look of disgust crossed her face. She always thought it was something hill-billies or older rapist relatives did to young innocents, it couldn't be something she'd ever be involved in. Could it? Shelby was still shaky with annoyance and maybe arousal? She squeezed her legs together trying to quench the feelings. Was she sick? Was Spencer? What was wrong with them? She'd initially been disgusted as Spencer had stared at her naked body. Now that she was alone though, she realized the way he looked at her kind of made her feel good, not disgusting. Didn't that make her disgusting for not being disgusted? Shelby felt more than a little guilty feeling turned on by her own brother. No body was ever going to find out though. She wasn't the pervert, he was. It wasn't her fault being looked at that way made her feel tingly. Any woman standing naked like that in front of a man would feel the same with his gaze burning over her that way. Shelby sighed and decided she would check out their little backyard and clear her head out in the fresh air. She stepped outside and stared toward the ocean. The sun was lowering and it was doubled, purples and pinks and a bright, deep orange reflected on the water. She sniffed the air, smelling a ridiculously sweet floral scent. She turned looking around the yard trying to find where the luscious smell was coming from. She saw a bush with some sort of small white flowers on it. They made her mouth water they smelled so good. She wandered barefoot over the grass to the plant, plucked a bloom and tucked it behind her ear. As she started to turn back toward the sunset, she noticed she was standing near an open window. When she looked in, she realized she was seeing the bathroom of their villa. She could see movement inside and curious she moved closer. Shelby realized she was looking at the shower, and she could see Spencer naked inside! Her mouth dropped open and she turned away, but then looked back. She was annoyed at herself but she couldn't take her eyes away from him. It was too much for her to not look. Tit for tat, right? Plus, he'd never find out. The glass shower door was a little bit steamy so she could only see his silhouette clearly. The glass became transparent and then fogged in different places with each little waft of air that blew through the window, revealing glimpses of his body through the clear patches. As she watched, he ran his hands through his wet hair and down his body. Shelby's mouth was dry as she watched. He squeezed shower gel into his hand and he worked it into a lather before rubbing it over his body. She bit her bottom lip watching as he rubbed the foam over his skin. His hands slid down his trim stomach and she squirmed. She watched as he gripped his semi-hard cock. He slowly stroked its length, his hand glided over his growing shaft. She couldn't help but wonder if that erection was caused by their encounter in the bedroom. If Spencer was the pervert before, she knew she was definitely the pervert now, but she just couldn't stop looking. His cock had become like a magnet for her eyes. She'd been furious with him for looking at her naked for less than a minute without her express permission, now it seemed she was behaving even worse. She wondered what he would think if he knew she was looking at him now. I'm watching my own brother jack off without him knowing, and I kind of like it. She cringed. Had she really gotten to this point in her life where she was spying on her own sibling in a private moment and not doing anything to stop it?! She felt like there was something wrong with her, but at the same time she could feel her pussy getting wet as she looked on. Not that she should be too surprised, she was only human. Besides this was payback for Spencer's impropriety. As she stared, her brother's head dropped back under the spray of the shower. He reached out to brace himself with an outstretched arm against the wall of the shower. His hand still moved with long firm strokes over his engorged member. She looked around and made sure she was completely sheltered from anyone else's view. She felt silly because they were in a secluded area but it was the fear of being caught doing something so questionable that made her cautious. She blushed with embarrassment but then she lifted her skirt anyway. Shelby moaned feeling deliciously exposed, she was naked from the waist down. Her head was swimming and her entire body was quivering with excitement. She reached down and gently touched her pussy lips. Her hips bucked forward uncontrollably, wanting more. Spencer's hand moved faster over his cock as Shelby gently circled her clit with her fingertip. He imagined his sister was pressed up against the wall of the shower as he groaned aloud. She'd be wet and slippery, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance, one leg hooked around his hips as he drove into her. Shelby dipped her finger into her soaking opening and rubbed the wetness over the tender little nub at the apex of her thighs. She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out, the last thing she wanted was to try to explain the situation if she was caught. Spencer's hand moved faster and faster as he stroked his length furiously. His head dropped forward and she heard his hand slapping against his stomach rhythmically. He hunched over jerking himself off furiously. His breathing was harsh and she could tell he was getting close. She stroked her clit wanting to come with him but she wasn't sure she'd be able to catch up. Shelby continued to rub herself regardless of whether she could come with him. She felt so good she couldn't stop now, not until she finished or at least until it would be impossible for her to finish before he found her. Welcome To Paradise? Ch. 02 She figured if she didn't get off then at least she'd be hot and ready after dinner. It would be a couple hours of teasing torture with her family around, then she'd hopefully be able to satisfy herself when she got back. She wasn't sure exactly what the sleeping arrangements were going to be, but the idea of playing with herself while her brother was in the same room was so hot she was going to have to try it. Spencer's hand was moving so fast it was just a blur now. His head dropped back and he suddenly let out a guttural growl. The sound electrified her. He wasn't trying to keep quiet and the idea that he wanted her to hear him and know what he was doing to himself drove her crazy. His hips thrust forward rhythmically as he came for the second time that day thinking about his sister, as he pictured himself exploding into her. Shelby watched the first forceful shot of cum spurt from the tip of his pulsing cock. What a waste, she thought, that cum should be going into a warm, willing pussy. Maybe hers? She couldn't want it, him, inside of her. As he exploded she heard him groan out, "Oh God! Shelby!" She clamped her hand across her mouth when she nearly screamed as she suddenly came. She bit her bottom lip hard to muffle the sounds. She had to reach out to steady herself on the widow frame. Her legs were wobbly with the force of her climax and her vision blurred nearly causing her to fall. She thrust her two middle fingers into her pulsing sex, grinding the heel of her hand against her clit. Her hips thrusted uncontrollably as she rode wave after wave of pleasure. She was panting and weak. She wanted to just on the ground outside until sometime next year when she might be recovered, but she couldn't let Spencer catch her. She tried taking a couple deep breaths to get back some semblance of control and dropped her skirt over her wet and ravaged sex. She could feel the wetness and little orgasmic aftershocks between her thighs as a reminder of the world-changing orgasm she'd just experienced. She turned and walked unsteadily into the villa before she dropped weakly onto the couch. She fanned her hot cheeks and made sure she was all covered up, trying to look nonchalant for when Spencer came out of the bathroom. She waited a few minutes and she heard the shower turn off. Then a couple more minutes and he came out into the hallway. Shelby looked around the room, out the window, at her fingernails, everywhere but right at him. Spencer stood in the hallway and looked at his sister trying to act casual. He smiled to himself, she was flushed and slightly dazed looking. He could see the points of her stiff nipples poking through the thin fabric of her dress. As she sat with her legs tightly crossed she squirmed uncomfortably on the couch. He could tell by the way she was wiggling around that she was wet but trying to hide it. He had hoped she would hear him in the shower, he definitely hadn't tried to hide what he was doing. He thought that if she knew he was jerking himself off thinking about her, it might put ideas in her head. Apparently it had worked, she looked thoughtful as she tried to avoid his gaze. Shelby hated this uncomfortable silence. She just wanted Spencer to go away, but he obviously wanted some sort of acknowledgment. When she finally looked at him, her eyes widened in surprise as she noticed the full sized towel around his waist. "HEY! Where did you get that big towel?! And why couldn't I find one like that?" Spencer turned toward the bedroom accidentally on purpose showcasing the silhouette of his softening erection. Shelby quickly averted her gaze, but her blush let him know she'd seen it. She was irritated at herself for not being able to find the full sized towels earlier. If she had just had a big enough towel to begin with she never would have exposed herself to her brother. He never would've been able to tease her and get her so flustered she needed air. She never would have gone outside and seen him jacking off while saying her name and she never would have made herself come thinking about him. What kind of mess had she gotten herself into all because of some stupid towel? Now it felt like he was mocking her, challenging her to say something while he waved his dick around. Well, two can play at that game. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. She'd just pretend she hadn't noticed the bulge in his towel. "There were tons of towels in there, maybe you just didn't look hard enough." He laughed at her and turned into the bedroom kicking the door shut behind him. She didn't know what to do. She was so wet and horny it wasn't even funny. But the cause of the problem was her own brother. He seemed to want her, but she'd never thought of him that way. They were both adults and both single, but it was wrong. She felt squeamish thinking about what had happened but her body didn't seem to care. She couldn't be turned on by her own brother. It was not going to happen. She didn't care what Spencer thought he might feel, she was tougher than that and she was not going to give in to the craziness. She would try to forget all of what happened and look for a hot vacation fling. Finding a hot guy to hook up with and take all her frustrations out on would definitely relieve some of the tensions between her and Spencer. She knew if this was only day one of a week living in the same room everything would have to come to a head eventually. In the mean time, Shelby was determined to stay in control no matter what. Welcome To Paradise? After the guys would go home though, when he really looked at her, he knew exactly what it was they saw that made them want her. She looked better than she had in high school, a lot better. She'd been cute then but she'd lost that last hint of girlish awkwardness she'd had at the end of her teens and was now 100% woman. He couldn't really understand why older guys were always looking for barely legal 18 year olds when "girls" like this were around. Shelby was still young but she had the confident presence of a woman that knew what she wanted. As he watched, Shelby stood examining herself in the mirror. She was pale in her unexposed areas but her light golden tan was set off by the white cotton thong and bra she was wearing. Spencer scrutinized her, not as his sister but as a woman. She was petite but proportionate. She had smallish breasts, but they were a firm, rounded handful. They looked like ripe peaches and the phrase "forbidden fruit" flashed into his head for a split second. His eyes slid down her curved waist and hips over her cotton panties. As she turned to examine herself from the side, he groaned as he caught a glimpse of her bare, perky ass cheeks. The way the strip of white cotton separated them only accentuated the rounded mounds. He wanted to grab her cheeks and squeeze them hard, playing with her round ass before lovingly sinking his teeth into her flesh, running his tongue over her smooth skin. She made him feel like some sort of lustful animal, wanting to devour her luscious body. Shelby reached behind herself, forcing her breasts up and outward. She felt around for a moment for the band of her bra. With a deft flick of her fingers, the hooks popped open. The elasticized sides of her bra sprung toward the front of her body and Shelby shrugged the garment down her shoulders. The limp fabric slid off her arms and dropped to the floor with her discarded top and capris. Spencer gasped, he knew he really should turn away, but instead he watched her while she studied her bare chest in the mirror. Her nipples were a blushed tan color as if he'd taken a chocolate milkshake and a strawberry milkshake then mixed them together. They were not too small but not huge either, the cherries on top of the most perfect double scoop sundae he'd ever seen. He had seen thousands of boobs in his life, both real and two dimensional. He'd also had his hands and mouth on his fair share too but Shelby had a rack that was something special and he wanted to spend some time with it. Spencer cringed inwardly at the direction his thoughts were headed. He had done his best to keep the wrong guys away from her when he still lived at home. He hated the way some guys treated women as objects, but now he was doing the same thing with his own sister. What was wrong with him?! Spencer tried to rationalize his behavior. He wasn't going to use her and string her along. He wasn't going to do anything to her because she was his sister. His baby sister. He was just doing a little innocent spying, except nothing about it was innocent. Well, maybe Shelby was. She was minding her own business getting ready for a bath and he was getting sick pleasure from secretly watching her slowly stripping. Her hands glided over her firm, pale flesh and as he watched, her nipples hardened into points. He wanted to look away, but as he started to turn, she cupped her own breasts and his attention was captured once again. Her hands were small and made her breasts look impossibly huge in comparison. She looked amazing holding the full mounds. She gently lifted them, then squeezed them together forming a deep cleavage. She bit her bottom lip and watched herself in the mirror as she massaged and jiggled them. He reached down and grabbed the growing bulge in his shorts. He couldn't help but picture her boobs bouncing beneath him as he drove himself into her body. He tried to imagine the face of a woman that wasn't his sister on the body in front of him while he mentally fucked her. His usual type was really nothing like Shelby. He tried to picture Michelle, a girl from work. She was statuesque, blonde and gorgeous. They'd been flirting for a while and he was hot for her. They'd talked about going out for a drink but he wasn't sure he should start something with someone he'd have to see everyday if things went badly and he didn't really know a lot about her other than that he looked like his type and seemed interested. It had never gone past checking each other out when they thought the other wasn't looking, and some playful emails but he still thought there could be potential. Michelle's face with the image of his sister's body was not working for him, it was distracting and felt wrong. Spencer opened his eyes, looking uncomfortably over his shoulder as Shelby released her tits. He watched them bounce free from her grip as he licked his lips unconsciously. Her nipples looked hard and she idly pinched and tugged on one teasing it. She drug her fingertips across her chest, raising goosebumps on her skin. She toyed with the other firm peak for a moment before she moved on. Shelby moaned as she trailed her fingertips down the center of her body. Goosebumps broke out over her belly and as she brushed past her navel to move lightly over her hips. Her hand glided straight down to the smooth panty covered mound of her sex. He couldn't kid himself any longer, he wasn't "accidentally" seeing anything now. He was actively watching his own little sister and fantasizing about her. He decided to get up and switch the direction he was facing in the hammock so he could watch without having to look backward over his shoulder or strain the arm that was currently holding his dick. When he'd laid back down facing the bathroom windows he decided he would just go for it. He couldn't kid himself any longer anyway. So what if he was sick? No one had to know he was jerking off while he looked at his little sister. He'd enjoy the free show and no harm would be done. No one ever had to know, least of all Shelby and he'd get gratification. It would be a one time thing, he'd store it away in his head and that would be that. He could be a secret perv and no one ever had to know. He slowly unzipped his shorts and stuck his hand in the open fly. Spencer wrapped his hand around the thick, warm flesh and eased his throbbing hard-on free. It felt good and nasty to have his dick out, while he secretly watched her in the yard. It was like webcam porn only a thousand times better. As he looked on, Shelby teased her fingers into the waistband of her panties. They brushed over her silky skin, she touched her smooth lips fleetingly, building her excitement slowly with soft touches. She hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her thong and pulled it down slightly. She moaned as she saw the top of her mound exposed. She lowered her panties a little more until she could see the shadowy cleft that hid her most sensitive secrets reflected in the mirror. She felt an excited little flutter in her lower belly as she stopped, leaving the waistband pulled down just below her sex. She relished the slow burn, the heavy ache of arousal as she looked at herself. She was slightly flushed and her body felt swollen and sensitive with wanting. She grasped her left breast squeezing the firm flesh. She pinched her nipple and her hips bucked forward uncontrollably. I really need a hook up, she thought. Even just fooling around would be okay. I just want someone to want me, to make me feel good. Shelby didn't normally like the idea of random sex with just anybody but she was ridiculously horny. While masturbation was enjoyable it couldn't give her exactly what she was looking for. She wanted a warm body to touch. She wanted someone to do things to her that she couldn't do to herself. A vibrator or "the touch of her hand" were good but it couldn't lick her or kiss her, grab hold of her and have its way with her, working on her till she came and came and came. Shelby smiled, ah, the masturbation classics. Britney had it right, she thought, she was into herself in a most precious way. She giggled, at the thought. She deserved to feel good and just because no one was worthy of her time right now didn't mean she had to feel neglected. Her soft fingertips delicately stroked her bare lips. They prodded at her cleft and she bit her bottom lip as her index finger brushed her sensitive clit, damp and aching for more. She tried to open her legs a little further but they were held captive by the panties trapping her thighs together. It teased her, the desire that she just couldn't satisfy, the illusion of being restrained. She bent at the waist and grabbed the elastic and tugged her panties further down her legs. Her bare breasts hung like ripe fruits beneath her. Spencer groaned, imagining the view from behind her as he ever so slowly stroked his length. She was bent over, with her panties around her knees. He could picture the closed lips of her pussy peeping out from between her thighs, a little bit of moisture glistening in the pink cleft. He wanted to see the backs of her thighs, the muscles taut, her perky heart-shaped ass tempting him. He could almost see how his hands would look gripping her cheeks hard, squeezing her butt, teasing and playing with it. The firm flesh would bounce gently when he playfully slapped her ass making her shriek and giggle. He'd reach down and drag his fingers over her pussy lips, dipping a fingertip into her cleft, stroking the moist folds, he'd rub over her clit, then circle her entrance. Spencer would rub and tease her pussy until she was biting her bottom lip and thrusting her hips backward toward him. Shelby would spread her feet as much as she could with her panties still around her knees. She'd grab the counter before her to steady herself for the fucking she was about to get. She would turn to look over her shoulder at him. He could almost hear her gasp when she felt his dick press against her, then into her from behind. He'd be able to watch his shaft as it reamed her. He could see how wet it would be from her body, he could hear her excitement while he fucked her, panties still partially on as she came for him. She'd whimper and clench around his hard length as he poured himself into her willing body. It was so wrong but he wanted it. The real Shelby stood upright and her panties slipped down her legs before she stepped out of the discarded cotton. Her movements caught his eye and interrupted his fantasy. Spencer groaned as he saw her fully naked, standing still before him. Her sex was smooth and bare except for what looked to him like a landing strip. Shelby was straight and had never had a bi-sexual experience. She loved seeing a guy get off in real life. It was hot knowing she could make someone cum. At the same time a lot of straight porn had a tendency to make her a little bit uncomfortable when she watched it alone. She knew guys loved it, but seeing fake women fake coming depressed her. Nothing was worse than unsatisfying sex and watching it was one of her biggest turn offs. The ridiculous moaning and face making while guys came in the girls' mouths just grossed her out. Even though she'd only been with guys, she loved to watch female masturbation porn when she played with herself. Seeing a woman have a real orgasm though made her so wet because she knew how good it felt. She could perfectly imagine the sweet, toe curling intensity. Shelby didn't hate her body but like some women she was pretty critical of herself. The one body part she was extremely proud of was her sex. Her soft, pink folds and little bitty clit were hidden away between full, pouting lips. She had made a couple of sexy videos on her phone for an old boyfriend, close ups of her rubbing and fingering her pussy to orgasm. Making those had been one of the hottest things she'd done. Since then, she'd liked to watch herself often. Watching herself in the mirror since she didn't have access to internet porn would be almost as good. Seeing herself up close while she played was what she needed right now. Shelby wanted a better view so she lifted her right leg and stood with her foot resting on the edge of the tub, her hips angled toward the mirror over the double sinks. As Spencer watched, she reached down and with the fingers of her left hand spread her lips open. She stared at herself in the mirror, biting her bottom lip as she looked at her soaking sex. The middle finger of her right hand sought out her exposed clit. She softly nudged the swollen little bump of flesh and gasped, her hips twitching forward at the pleasure. She added a second finger and rubbed softly up and down the length of her pussy. Spencer wanted her to do more but obviously couldn't say anything to encourage her so he just willed her to keep going as he stroked himself a little faster. He gripped and tugged his throbbing length as his sister rubbed her clit in front of him. He couldn't get over the way she was watching herself in the mirror, the intensity in her eyes as they followed her teasing hand. It was so fucking hot the way she obviously loved to look at herself. Shelby had started out thinking about nothing. She just watched her fingers playing with her pussy. She enjoyed the feel of the silky, slippery flesh beneath her fingertips. She savored the soft pink flush of the delicate folds and the way her fingers glided in her wetness. She started exploring a bit further, easing between her slick lips making her breathing quicken. She dipped a fingertip into her opening circling the soft flesh, wishing she wasn't having to do it herself. She was so horny. It had been a while since she'd had someone to play with. Pickings had been slim since Michael and she hadn't found anyone she'd wanted to be with since. Shelby was a little bit shy and felt like she didn't have as much luck with guys as a lot of other girls did. She didn't know if it was because her slightly more reserved nature made them feel like she was standoffish or if it was just that she wasn't some sort of blonde amazon. Spencer knew he had to savor this, to take in everything he could. The way Shelby's body looked and moved, the sounds of her pleasure as she slowly, tortuously drove herself wild. This was going to be the one and only time it he would see his sister this way. He knew it was wrong and that was what made it so damn good. He watched her finger tip disappear and felt his stomach clench with desire because he knew she'd slid it up inside her body. She was breathing hard and working her pussy slowly and deeply as grabbed the counter top to steady herself. Shelby pushed her middle finger a little bit deeper into her own body. She moved slowly and deliberately, each thrust moved it further into herself. Yes! Spencer thought as his sister added a second finger to the first starting the penetration process over again as her body accommodated the newest pleasurable invader. The soft, nearly inaudible sounds of his sibling's panting made way for a louder groan as Shelby seemed to hit a magical spot inside herself. Her hips bucked on their own against her hand and then suddenly, right as things were getting really good, she stopped. He sat upright hand wrapped around his throbbing erection wondering what the Hell happened. She whimpered as she tugged her soaking fingers from her sex, shivering with the aching emptiness she felt. She pulled her foot from the edge of the tub and turned toward the window. Spencer froze, terrified she was looking out at him with his dick in hand, watching her while he jacked off. Shelby bent over and turned the water off, then she climbed quickly into the bathtub. Spencer sighed with relief and flopped back into the hammock as she sank into the water. After a moment his pounding heart slowed and he sat cautiously back up. Through the window he saw her put her legs up on the sides of the tub, spreading them wide open. Shelby was so horny she couldn't wait to just finish it. She wanted to be comfortable so she could come quickly. She lay back in the water and started imagining her perfect dream lover. He was just her type, attractive and clean cut, an All-American red-blooded man who would fuck her till she just couldn't come anymore. He was insatiable and wanted nothing more than to make her orgasm endlessly. She imagined they were in an antique, claw-footed bathtub outside somewhere in a tropical rain forest. He was touching her all over and driving himself into her in the steamy wet jungle, making the bath water slosh out of the tub with his driving thrusts. Shelby imagined sweet cool rain drops falling over them. Trickling down their heated skin as animal mating calls rang out around them her cries echoing through the clearing, mixing with the sounds of nature. She was on her knees, holding the rim of the tub, her dream lover fucking her from behind. He was pulling her hair gently and leaving love bites all over her body as he pounded her mercilessly to orgasm after orgasm. Spencer groaned because now that his sister was down in the water all he could see was her head, the shoulder on her right side moving around as she did God only knew what to her pussy and her opened legs on the sides of the tub. Spencer was either going to have to close his eyes to imagine the rest or he'd have to hope he could get closer and finish before she could catch him. He bit his lip as he weighed up the benefits. He figured he'd already gone this far and it was a one time thing anyway, so he was going to go for it. He gingerly worked his cock back into his shorts and carefully climbed out of the hammock. The last thing he needed was to fall out of the hammock with his erection out. He crept toward the building slowly, watching to make sure her eyes stayed closed. As he got to the windows he could see her face scrunched up with excitement and concentration. He looked up and realized the windows were partially opened, letting the steamy tropical breeze blow over his sister's naked form. Spencer watched her rubbing her clit, the little nub was flushed pink and stiff with excitement. She dipped two fingers into her pussy and then back out again. She was moaning and slowly fucking herself right in front of him. She bit her bottom lip with arousal as she pushed deeper inside her sex. Before this moment, Shelby had only ever been his baby sister, young and innocent and needing protection. Now, she was a crazed sex maniac and all that mattered was finding a way to get his dick inside her. It was an intoxicating combination of his ultimate fantasy and worst nightmare rolled into one. Finding a sexual dynamo desperate for pleasure but not being able to give her what she wanted. Looking at his sister something inside Spencer changed, he could feel it the moment the switch flipped. He knew there would be any number of horny girls looking for a little fun on vacation but he knew he'd never be satisfied unless he tried to be with her. He knew he should be disgusted, he knew his thoughts were wrong but none of it mattered, his body didn't care. It no longer mattered that they were related. It only mattered that she was young and horny and needed fucking, and that he was young and horny and needed to fuck. He pulled his hard on out again and started jerking off as he enjoyed her accidental live sex show. He stroked his length with the same speed she fingered herself. He figured if he kept tempo with her he'd hopefully be able to gauge when she was going to come. He'd blow his load and be able to get away before she caught him. Her moans made the hairs on his body stand up. She was making herself crazy and it was almost too much for him to watch silently. He wanted to groan but knew if she caught him shit would hit the fan. She'd freak out and that would be the death of his plan before it even had a chance to be successful. Welcome To Paradise? Shelby squirmed under her own touch, slipping her wet fingers from her entrance to rub over her clit before sliding them back inside. Every time she switched back and forth he could hear her arousal building. From her excited moans he knew it wouldn't be too long before she came. Spencer could see her nipples were standing at attention and she was breathing harder and harder. His hand was stroking furiously now, pulling his hard length. He could feel the cum wanting to burst out of him. He bit his lip slowing his rhythm a tiny bit. He wanted to prolong the inevitable. He didn't want to explode too soon and miss an instant of the hottest thing to ever happen to him. Shelby's toes started to curl and her heavy breathing turned into excited little whimpering yelps. Spencer stood right over her, his upper body nearly inside the open window. He hadn't realized he had unconsciously moved closer and closer to her as he watched. As she started to get really loud, he decided he had to he let himself cum soon. If he waited too long she'd be finished and could catch him. He got a filthy little thrill when he imagined her seeing his cum burst from his prick while he watched her. Her wide eyes would lock on his, her full lips parted as she gasped at the site before her, but knew he would have to have a little more finesse if he was actually going to hook up with her. he didn't think jerking off over her with no warning was going to attract her, that was "creep on the subway" stuff, not "A game seduction" technique. She wasn't a girl in a bar he'd never see again. She might be disgusted and reject him or worse, she could tell their parents. Her desperate cries triggered something primal deep inside him and he couldn't hold back any longer. He hadn't planned ahead and he figured when he came it would just go wherever it went. He was outside and as long as she didn't hear him or open her eyes it would be okay. Spencer's hand furiously pulled his hard length as he felt himself start to cum. He had underestimated the force of his ejaculation however and the first spurt exploded from his dick and landed right across Shelby's pussy lips right as she cried out, her body arching in the water. His eyes opened wide as he kept wildly pumping. He had thought it was unbearably hot to watch his own sister and jerk off while imagining fucking her but to actually see his cum on her sex was insane. He felt like his brain broke trying to take in the wrongest, sexiest thing he'd done in his life so far. Shelby was still rubbing her clit wildly as she thrashed around and the warm splashing water rinsed the first burst away right in time for Spencer to aim his second, almost equally strong spurt onto her soaking cleft right over her opening. He couldn't believe his luck, two shots right on target! The first entirely accidental, the second better aimed than he could have ever hoped for. He turned his still pulsing dick outward not wanting to push his luck with a third attempt. But as he did, he watched his unsuspecting sister slide her fingertips down from her clit, through his fresh cum and right into her sex. Spencer was hit with a punch of lust so strong he thought he would die. He clenched his teeth as he let out a deep groan of almost painful pleasure. He never could have imagined how it would take his breath away to see his baby sister push his still hot semen into her twitching pussy as she came. His dick still pulsed with the last few twitches of his orgasm, while he leaned panting with one hand against the outside wall of their room. Spencer knew his luck was probably running out so he backed away quietly while Shelby was still breathing hard and trembling, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. He forced his sticky and still stiff cock back into his shorts and zipped up. His head was reeling with what had just happened. He knew that this wasn't going to be enough. He was going to have to see her masturbating again, but only if he couldn't work out a way to fuck his darling baby sister. Spencer tried taking some deep breaths to slow his heart rate as he walked into the villa and sat down on the couch trying to look nonchalant. He wanted her to know he'd been in the room while she was playing without having to say anything. He wanted her to know he'd heard her and was aware of what she had been doing while she thought she was alone. Spencer sent out a silent thought of thanks to his family members. This trip to Paradise was the best idea they'd ever had. And he knew it would be a vacation they'd never forget.