The walk back to the hotel room was a long and silent one. A million thoughts were running through my head, but I couldn't bring myself to say a word to Jennifer. That was... insane. My sister had just gotten off on the beach. More specifically, I had kind of helped get my sister off on the beach! Sure, I hadn't been the one fingering her ass, (she'd taken care of that on her own!) but my fingers had been right there alongside hers. It had all been so wet and slippery... I couldn't stop thinking about the heat and the slickness emanating from my little sister's pussy.
FUCK! I had been so close to putting my fingers inside her! I'd been rubbing all over her ass, why hadn't I slipped my fingers inside her vagina? We had clearly been past the point of no return. That had probably been my one chance. My one chance to fingerbang my sister... Man, what a wild vacation.
Jennifer and I basically walked side-by-side the whole way back. I don't think either of us could summon the courage to look at one another, so we just stared straight ahead and didn't say a word. Soon enough we arrived at our hotel room door. Jennifer pulled a key card from the pocket of her capri pants and slid it into the slot. The little light flashed green, and she opened the door. I moved to follow her inside, but Jennifer stopped in the doorway and turned to me.
Looking me squarely in the eyes, Jennifer said, "Dave, do you think you could... uh... give me a little bit?"
Not sure what to say, I stared right back into her hazel eyes, a little dumbfounded.
"That was just... intense, you know? I just think... well, I don't know what I think. But do you think you can, like, walk around for a bit? Or go for a swim or something? I just want to be by myself for a little."
I have to admit, I was a slightly crestfallen, but I understood. "Of course," I heard myself say in a surprisingly clear voice. "Totally makes sense. I'll just... come back in a little while."
"Thanks," said Jennifer softly, with a grateful smile on her lips, "I really appreciate that." I turned to go, and before I'd traveled two steps I heard her say, "Oh, can you, uh, leave your camera, please?" I looked down at my hand, still holding my digital camera. I contemplated what it meant, handing it over. All those photos... it was a goldmine of explicit material. I'd already imagined countless jerkoff sessions using them as inspiration. But I didn't really have a choice. I handed Jennifer the camera, just saying, "Yeah, sure. Of course." She smiled softly and quietly said, "Thanks." I turned to leave a second time, and Jenn added, "And thanks for taking the pictures..."
I turned back over my shoulder and saw Jenn still standing in the doorway, her smile just a little bit warmer on her face. She still looked pensive, and certainly a little confused, but I was relieved I didn't see much anger or fear on her face. Not knowing what else to say, I said softly, "Sure. It's what brothers are for, right?" I honestly didn't know why that's what came out of my mouth. I didn't exactly mean anything by it. But Jennifer absorbed it with that same half-rueful smile and just said, "Right." And she closed the door.
I stared at the door to the hotel room for a minute. It was my room too. I had a key card. I could certainly force my way in there and damn the consequences. But that didn't seem like the right move at the moment. I wandered around the central area of the resort for a little while, passing by the pool, the bocce courts, and the jet ski rental shack. I echoed Jennifer's rueful smile as I thought back to a few days prior when she'd suggested we rent a couple of jet skis together and try them out. I didn't think that was likely anymore...
I continued to wander, just letting my feet move while visions of my sister danced through my head. That ass... those tits... that smile as she watched me drinking in her naked body. We'd had fun, hadn't we? Joking and role playing as if I was her boyfriend taking naughty pictures of her. I mean, it hadn't been against her will. (Well, not the second round of photos. Those first ones while she was asleep... that was on me.) I don't know. I wasn't sure what to think or how to feel. And I certainly wasn't sure about anything that was going on in Jenn's head.
Would she tell Mom and Dad? Would she ask them for her own room for the last few nights of the trip? "Mom, Dad, Dave's a perv and has been taking naked pictures of me, I can't sleep in the same room as him..." I don't know, it seemed unlikely, but no more unlikely than the idea of my sister posing nude for me on a beach. Anything seemed possible at this point.
I'd made it out to the beach and I sat down, staring out at the waves. I wasn't really seeing anything, I was still just picturing all the forbidden skin I'd witnessed Jennifer exposing to me. That suit. That fucking bathing suit! That beautiful, tiny, hot, red bathing suit from Le Mirage. What a beautiful stroke of luck that had been when Jennifer got up the courage to not only buy it, but then wear it. I never would have expected that of my sister. I guess there was still a lot I had to learn about her. If she ever talked to me again...
I looked down at my watch and realized it had been about an hour since I left Jenn at our room. Could I go back now? I had no idea what kind of time she needed. The rest of the afternoon? Or was she okay now? I hesitated for a moment, then realized I would just be torturing myself if I waited or wavered. She hadn't been specific about time. And you know what? If she was pissed at me, or uncomfortable around me, so be it. That was that, and me waiting to find out wasn't going to solve anything.
I hopped up and started back towards our room. After my contemplation, I was able to actually take in my surroundings a bit more, noticing once again all the skin being flaunted and all the skimpy bathing suits. I saw two girls walking from the pool area to the beach in what could have possibly been bathing suits from Le Mirage. One was a brunette wearing a small black thong, and the other was a blonde in an almost matching white thong. Jesus... did girls like that know what they did to a guy like me?
Of course they did.
I didn't stop walking, but I did blatantly keep my eyes glued to their asses as they headed down to the water. I loved seeing their strong, toned butts walking side by side across the beach. They looked so nice it almost made me stop thinking about Jennifer's toned ass. Almost.
I rounded a building and was back at our hotel room door. I thought about knocking, but my attitude had kind of shifted after seeing those hot female bodies on the beach. I was now in more of a "fuck it" kind of attitude. Like I said, this was my room too. I pulled out my key card, slid it in and out, and when the little light turned green I opened the door and walked into the room.
The blast of the AC was intense after so long outside in the hot tropical weather. The door slammed heavily closed behind me, and I saw Jennifer sitting at the desk behind my computer again. A little bit of déjà vu back to this morning, when all this madness had begun. I suddenly lost a bit of my edge, and my "fuck it" attitude disappeared almost completely. Man, my sister was gorgeous. She'd changed out of her t-shirt and capri pants and was instead wearing a flower-print summer dress. It was one I'd seen on her dozens of times before, but I'd never quite focused on all the clingy bits the way I was now. Maybe she'd showered? I don't know. She looked fresh, compared to the hot and sweaty state I was in.
Jenn looked at me, not surprised, but still with her eyebrows raised slightly. Had I come back too soon? I walking into the room and stopped a few feet away from her.
"Hey," I said."
"Hey," she answered.
"Umm... did you get enough time? I mean, was I gone long enough?"
"Yeah," she said. "I think I'm good now. Like I said, it was just... intense, you know? I wanted a little time."
"I totally get it," I said reassuringly. "Totally makes sense."
"Yeah."
I stood there awkwardly for a few moments, only half looking at my sister sitting at the desk. She seemed calm, at least, but the vibe in the room was certainly not comfortable. She was just looking at me, but I couldn't discern anything from the look on her face. I decided we should just talk. We had to figure this out. We were siblings, after all. Nothing was going to change that. I took a few steps over to my bed, which was opposite the desk in the room, where my sister sat. I sat on the foot of the bed, facing my sister. Now just the desk, with my open laptop upon it, stood between us.
My sister didn't seem to object to my coming closer and settling in, but she also still didn't say a word. Well, I wasn't going to just let things hang in the air. I said, "So... how are you feeling?" It seemed like a decently open-ended question, but I figured it was obvious what I meant. How was she feeling about what had happened... between us.
