All characters are 18+. Big thanks to 'R.P' for editing this and adding a few things in to make the story better. Enjoy!
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I awoke the next morning to someone knocking on the door.
"Come in," Nate said cheerily as he opened it. As soon as I heard his voice my eyes shot open, and I remembered everything that had happened the night before.
No! my mind screamed. What is he thinking?!
When I tried to go back to my own bed, I saw that I was already there...and I wasn't naked!
"Morning, you two!" my dad announced happily. I looked up toward them, still groggy and confused. Nate came over and stood by my side. Once everyone was inside I looked to him for help.
"Anya did something to her back last night," Nate explained. When I tried to sit up, I didn't have to fake the soreness.
Damn! I thought to myself. I knew your first time could leave you a little sore. But I didn't think it would actually be this bad. Jesus! The pain was terrible.
"Oh, honey! What happened?" my mom asked.
"I fell in the bathroom," I made up, looking at Nate. He had a hint of a greedy smile on his face.
"I'll opt out of pool time today to take care of her," Nate offered.
"Are you sure?" My dad asked. "One of us can stay back too."
"Nah, it's fine. I snuck out to the bar and had just a bit too much tequila last night anyway," he lied. "Kind of feeling it."
"Okay, then. If you're sure..." Nate nodded.
"We'll be back in a few hours to check on you guys" said my mom.
"No need to worry about me," I replied. "Go have fun. We might catch up with you later." She looked at me uncertainly.
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"Are you sure?" she asked. I nodded.
"Yeah. I'll be okay," I answered. "Nate will let you know if we need anything." When they looked to him he nodded. They seemed to be satisfied with that. Well, my dad did anyway. My mom looked away.
She wouldn't know. Right? I asked myself. No, she's just worried.
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"Okay, then...we'll see you later." She tried to smile and kissed my forehead before leaving with my dad.
Margret and Wayne
Wayne hooked his arm around his wife's waist, still reveling in the accomplishment and all of the sex from the night before. He was glad the hotel had good soundproofing. Marge was a little less happy. When he finally took note of her concerned expression, he stopped walking and turned her toward him.
"What is it?" he asked. She looked at him, an expression of uncertainty on her face..
"I don't know" she replied."Don't you think something seemed a little...off with them?" He gave her a questioning look. She shrugged. "I don't know. You don't think they're fighting do you? They didn't seem like they..."
"I think," Wayne interrupted her, "they were under the bed Rosalind and some guy were bouncing last night. And you think they were acting more strangely than usual? Maybe it ignited a spark and they had a little fun." He shook his head. "Well yeah, that's what they usually do. At their age, we probably would have too."
"And now they're staying in the hotel room together... because she hurt her back?" she countered with her true worries.
"I'm not getting it." He shook his head again. She rolled her eyes.
"She was hurting. Anyone could see that. But it didn't look like it was her back." She was trying to imply there was something more. He still wasn't understanding where she was headed. She sighed.
"Never mind. You're right. I'm overreacting to things," she lied before continuing on her way.
But if they're having sex thinking they're brother and sister...Marge thought.
Nate
I carefully got into bed beside her.
"You feeling okay?" I asked softly.
Seeing how much she had enjoyed being taken so roughly I had forgotten she still had no experience with sex before last night. I expected her to play along with my little scenario, but I saw it when she sat up. She really was sore.
"Just fine!" she spat, the sarcasm cutting her words like a sharp knife. "I could have done without the heart attack too." She glared at me. I laughed.
"I'm sorry. I would have woke you but you looked so peaceful," I lied. As soon as she closed her eyes and carefully leaned into me I couldn't help but look at the nightstand where I had put my sketchbook.
When we had gone to bed last night, I knew I would probably wake today before she did. And as I suspected I only needed to nap a couple hours before I was refreshed enough to take care of making sure we weren't going to be seen in a compromising situation. When I carried her back to her own bed she stirred a little. After I got her dressed in a nightie, she snuggled into the blankets. I don't think she even realized I had moved her.
There was a full moon out and her bed was next to a window. I opened the drapes to let the light shine onto her. She looked so mesmerizing lying there in the dim light I couldn't help myself. I began to sketch her, wanting to get every detail perfect; her eyes, the little bit of wetness still clinging in the corners from the painful pleasure I had given her; her mouth slightly parted, but not quite enough to leave much of a gap between her soft lips; her hair...
By the time I was done it was morning. I tried to sleep a little, but knew it wouldn't be long before Mom and Dad knocked on the door. So I got dressed and was ready to lie my ass off.
My present train of thought was interrupted when I felt her lips on my chest.
"I know it's selfish for me to ask..." she hesitated briefly. "...but I really would like a bath," she mewed, looking up at me, her blue eyes pleading.
"Not at all. Need some help?" I asked. She blushed slightly.