The neon lights of the bustling city outside our hotel room window did little to offset the boredom that had settled over our family vacation. My parents, always trying to make the best of things, had booked us a suite at the luxurious Grand Palais perved family Hotel. As the only child and a recent college graduate, I was used to a more lively atmosphere than the sterile silence of the hotel room. My stepsister, Gaby Ortega, a fiery 21-year-old with a penchant for family pornography mischief, seemed to share my sentiments.
One afternoon, while our parents were out exploring the city, Gaby ambushed me in the hotel bathroom. I was fresh out of the shower, a towel wrapped around my waist, when she pushed open the door and locked it behind her. “Johnny,” she purred, her dark brown eyes scanning my body, “we need to do something about this boredom.”
“Gaby, what are you doing?” I asked, taken aback. Her eyes were fixed on the towel, and I could see the mischief in her gaze. She was wearing a short, red sundress that accentuated her curves and her long, wavy black hair cascaded over her shoulders.
“You know what I’m doing, Johnny,” she replied, her voice thick with desire. She took a step closer, her hand reaching out to touch my chest. “I’m bored, and you look… tempting.”
Before I could respond, she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. The kiss started softly, but it quickly deepened as our tongues met. She tasted like strawberries, and I found myself lost in the moment. Her hands moved to the towel, pulling it off as she continued to kiss me.
“Gaby,” I breathed, “we can’t do this, we’re stepsister and stepbrother“
“Why not?” she countered, her voice a sultry whisper. “We’re adults, and we’re both bored. Let’s make this vacation a little more interesting.”
With that, she dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving mine as she took my cock into her mouth. The sensation was electric, and I let out a low moan. She was skilled, her tongue swirling around the tip before she took me deeper. I tangled my fingers in her hair, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
Just as things were heating up, we heard a noise outside the bathroom door. We froze, our hearts pounding in unison. After a moment of silence, we realized that whoever it was had moved on. Gaby looked up at me, a wicked grin on her face. “That was close,” she said, standing up.
“We need to stop,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “This family pornography is too risky.”
She pouted, but nodded in agreement. “Fine. But we’re not done, Johnny. Not by a long shot.”
Later that evening, Gaby found me in the room. She was dressed in a short black dress that left little to the imagination. “Come with me,” she said, taking my hand and leading me upstairs to the roof. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple.
“Gaby, what are you doing?” I asked, looking around to make sure no one was around.
“I want to show you something,” she said, turning to face me. She pushed me gently until I was sitting on the edge of the roof, then she straddled my lap. She leaned in, her lips finding mine in a fierce, passionate kissing. Her hands roamed my body, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles.
I could feel her heat through her thin dress, and I knew she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I slid my hands up her thighs, feeling the soft skin beneath my fingers. She started moaning into my mouth, her hips moving against mine.
Just as I was about to pull her dress up, my phone rang. I groaned in frustration, pulling it out of my pocket to see my dad’s name on the screen. “Shit,” I muttered, answering the call.
“Johnny, can you come down to the lobby?” my dad asked. “Your mom and I are going out for dinner, and we wanted to say goodbye.”
“Sure, Dad,” I replied, my voice strained. I looked at Gaby, who was pouting again. “I’ll be right down.”
After I hung up, Gaby stood up, her dress falling back into place. “This family pornography isn’t over, Johnny,” she said, her voice a promise.
