As always, anyone involved in any sexual activity is at least eighteen years old. I would like to remind any casual reader that the
Incest Hotel
series is a collection of self-contained stories. You don't need to have read any of the previous chapters to enjoy this one.
1
To everything there is a season, and that was certainly true for the Copeland Grand Hotel.
It was a popular, high-class, quality establishment and had regular custom all year round, but the Summer months were always the busiest. There was a regular turnover of guests: businessmen, businesswomen, holiday-makers, those wanting a weekend getaway. People came and went, day after day, week after week, month after month.
But as the days shortened and the leaves started to turn, the pace of life at the hotel slowed down a little. There were still plenty of people who would come and visit, but more than a few rooms would now remain empty. Turnover would decline, profits would dip.
Management recognised the problem, it cropped up every year, and they would try to do things to address it. The hotel laid on special events, banquets and parties, to try and drum up some new custom. Special deals could be found on hotel booking websites. It's not as if the place was in any existential peril, it always survived to welcome the new season, it's just things got a little tight at this time of year.
But, if Autumn and Winter was a downtime for the hotel industry, it was prime-time for college football. Gridiron was as popular here as it was anywhere else in America, and catering to intercollegiate sports was a lifesaver for any needy hostelry or guesthouse at this time of year. The Copeland Grand had a thriving relationship with several academic institutions nearby, and was always happy to play host to any visiting team that had a vital fixture on their calendar.
But of course this wasn't just any old hotel, this was a very
special
hotel, one that had a
unique ambience
and often a unique
clientele
. A certain kind of person sometimes found themselves drawn to this place. It had a way of attracting and inspiring a very specific kind of guest, one that possessed a very particular taste for the forbidden and the taboo.
To everything there is a season but at the Copeland Grand Hotel, incest was always an all-year-round kind of thing.
***
Chloe and Zoe Parton were indulging in what they laughingly called one of their party pieces.
As identical twins, it was hard enough to tell them apart at the best of times, but it was an even more challenging task to do so while they were eating each other out. Both girls had excelled at gymnastics before joining the cheerleading team, so they could contort themselves into the most extraordinary shapes and positions.
If anything, their current situation was really rather straightforward, gymnastically speaking. Both of them were butt naked, and they were happily 69-ing at the foot of one of the beds in the main hotel suite the college had booked out for the football and cheerleading squads respective use. The main use right now was a ginormous orgy.
Each sister had their face buried between the ass cheeks of the other, both of them feasting away quite merrily on tight, wet, teenage cunt. Their tongues lapping at each other's clit, their fingers stabbing away inside the silky vice of their vaginal channels. If you listened carefully, above the hip-hop and R'n'B playing out across the room, you might hear the slurping sounds the two girls were producing, or even the occasional moans and groans that emanated from their sticky, cum-covered mouths.
They had been fooling around with each other for quite a while. That night, and in recent months. What had begun as an almost innocent and private experimentation within the confines of their shared bedroom, had now progressed into a full sexual relationship, albeit not one that was remotely exclusive.
When they had first been asked to 'put on a show' for everyone, their initial performances had mostly consisted of some hot and heavy tongue-kissing. But over time the stakes had been raised and making out moved on to mutual masturbation, which then moved on to oral sex, which then moved on to the girls fucking each other with a strap-on.
Nothing they did fazed either sister. They were both insane exhibitionists and loved being the centre of attention, and the fact they were massively kinky didn't hurt much either. So performing cunnilingus on one another was just part and parcel of their daily existence. Chloe was gripping tightly to Zoe's ass cheeks, as her mouth slobbered away on her twat. And her sister returned the favour with equal enthusiasm.
They had quite a big audience of boys and girls, many of whom were all keeping themselves amused as the night's entertainment wore on. A couple of guys were sat on chairs, silently jerking themselves off. A few fellow cheerleaders were crawling around, moving from one cock to the other, proceeding to blow as many men as possible. They would chug away at one dick, then proceed to the next, occasionally pausing for some ostentatious kissing and tit-fondling, all designed to lift the spirits of the team.
Over at the back of the room, one of the girls was bent over a cabinet, while one of the team's coaches was fucking her in the ass. This particular fellow had something of a kink for doing chicks in the butt. Not a unique predilection for the coaching team, it had to be said. He'd sometimes come knocking at the front door but if he had his druthers, he'd almost always go round the back. All the girls would roll their eyes at the mention of his name, but they knew what their job involved. It was understood that all the coaching staff had full access to their bodies, in the same way the players did.
Girls were being fucked up against the wall, others were riding cock down on the carpeted floor. There were numerous sounds of panting and groaning, squealing and screaming, as handsome young men enjoyed recreational sex with beautiful young women. Cocks were sucked. Cunts were licked. Asses were eaten.
Sat to one side was Cleavon and Mouse. Cleavon was a truly ginormous Black dude. He was part of the defensive line and he was like a man-mountain, measuring up at a lofty six-foot-four, and weighing nearly three-hundred pounds. He was one of the most shy and inhibited people you could ever imagine meeting, but he was like an animal once he was on the field of play.
Mouse's real name was Anita. Everyone called her Mouse due to her diminutive stature. She was a tiny little blonde girl, but despite her size and slender frame, she still had the sweetest pair of titties you could ever hope to see. She too was a quiet, self-effacing character. Perhaps for that reason, Cleavon and Mouse had become completely infatuated with each other.
They made for a curious, but oddly sweet, couple. He towered over her, since she wasn't even five foot tall. No one knew what they said to each other, since neither one was exactly what you would call loquacious. But they stuck together like glue. Cleavon had fucked some of the other girls and Mouse had been nailed by a few of the guys; yet at the end of every party they were always together.
Now, Cleavon was sat on a seat and Mouse was kneeling on the floor, between his outstretched legs. He was
big
in every way and his dick was massive. It must have been at least ten inches long, perhaps more, and it was as thick as a beer can. Try as she might, Mouse couldn't really get much of it in her mouth. Only a couple of the girls could. So she just kissed it and licked it like a popsicle, while cupping his balls in her hand.
Despite his size, she was able to take all of him in her cunt and even her ass. It was quite a sight, watching these two fuck. Cleavon would usually lie down and Mouse would clamber up on top of him, looking like a timorous mountaineer embarking on a particularly challenging expedition. She'd straddle his waste, lining up his monster cock with her tiny little snatch. Then, with a little sigh, she'd drop down and impale herself on his member.
It looked like some sort of visual trick, a physical impossibility; that her tiny body could swallow up this ginormous invader, yet she did it without complaint or seemingly any discomfort. Sometimes, as they fucked, another girl would sit on Cleavon's face and make out with Mouse, as she rode her boyfriend's dick. But usually they just quietly paired up together. By the end of that academic year, Mouse would be pregnant and, much to her parents' horror and dismay, the young couple would be engaged.
There were various other people in the large room; some individuals occupied with masturbation, others paired up with a sexual partner, be it male of female. The room was full of grunting and groaning, the slapping of skin against skin, the heavy breathing of teenage sex. The room smelled of sweat and lust and illicit intrigue.
Set slightly apart from it all was one girl, stood alone in the corner. She was, even by the standards of the other cheerleaders, a real beauty. She was fairly short - not as tiny as Mouse, but still only five foot three - yet she had a lovely slender shape. She was wearing cowboy boots, a very daring denim mini-skirt and a skin-tight crop top that accentuated her impressive breasts. Her long red hair was tied up in a ponytail.
The young woman was quietly sipping away at a bottle of beer, surveying the decadent events taking place before her, seemingly with a dispassionate equanimity. Although she had, at one point or another, sucked pretty much every cock and eaten every cunt in this room, tonight she was refraining from any sexual activity. At least for the moment. She was saving herself for someone else, someone very special.
Her name was Rachel and she was the captain of the cheerleading squad. Their leader. Their sergeant major. Their
boss
, at least on the field. It had been a remarkably rapid ascent. She had only joined the team the previous year, but in that time she had been a revelation. Quickly becoming an indispensable part of the proceedings.
She had helped recruit pretty much every girl who'd joined up after her. A delicate task bearing in mind the job description was a little out of the ordinary for this particular squad. She had shown them the ropes, on the field and off. She was a sounding board, an agony aunt, a shoulder to cry on. She had become the heart and soul of the whole enterprise.
The door to the hotel suite opened and a tall, muscular man walked in, his head shaved completely bald. Clearly too old to be a player, he was another member of the coaching team. He paused, briefly scanning the room. He saw Rachel, stood in the corner, and immediately made his way towards her.
"Hey, Rach," he said.
"Vance," she replied, in a non-committal fashion.
Vance and Rachel had what you might call an
ambivalent
relationship. He was mostly an arrogant, humourless prick, but he fucked like a God. There was almost no one who could make her cum as hard or as quickly as he could. She hated him and she hated the fact she loved fucking him so much. She could feel her nipples harden in his presence. And he would know it too, the conceited douche-bag.
He didn't just like fucking her, he wanted to possess her. Own her. Defile her. He wanted her to degrade herself, submit to him. And by Christ, was she willing to oblige. There was a cruelty to him, a nastiness that almost none of the other guys possessed. Some of the jocks could be a little forceful at times, a little clumsy. But they were basically good kids. Vance on the other hand; he was bad news.
He liked to hurt her, and, if she was going to be honest with herself, sometimes she wanted to be hurt. He would slap her face on occasion, hitting her hard. Sometimes when they fucked, he would choke her, wrapping his hand round her throat and squeezing tight. She could feel herself struggling to breathe, feel herself becoming lightheaded, slowly fading into a woozy unconsciousness. And all the time his dick would be sliding in and out of her cunt. Or her ass.
