"I am so glad that's over with."
Lori said this as she finished wiping the bulk of the cum from her neck and chest. Joel wasn't watching her do this; it was easier not to look at his sister clean off her bare breasts in the hotel washroom than it was to not watch the six different men make a mess of her to begin with just fifteen minutes earlier.
"Thank you so much again for doing this, Joel. If you weren't free tonight I probably wouldn't have gone through with it."
"Oh, no worries there. Just glad everything went well. And that those guys are gone," Joel said, staring at the swirls of the hotel carpet just outside of the bathroom.
"Yeah, there were definitely a couple who seemed keen on sticking around longer than I wanted," said Lori. "But, thankfully they abided by the rules. And of course you were here." She was drying her hands now.
"For sure," her brother said.
Lori, being a year younger than Joel, trusted him in all things. They'd been as close as siblings could be growing up, supportive as anything. When Lori revealed to Joel her plan for this night's sticky events, he was hesitant at first. But she always had a way of explaining things to him, of convincing him that she was acting with smart planning and foresight. She would be safe, especially if he helped. And he was always willing to help.
He just wasn't quite as eager to play bodyguard for his sister as she sucked off six strangers in the middle of a hotel room.
"Ugh, what a mess," Lori said as she came out of the bathroom. Her long legs were still in the smooth black leggings she wore through the whole session. She only removed her top for it, keeping her bra and even her running shoes on. She trusted that the men would not try anything funny, but chances are chances. Lori now was loosely wearing a hotel bathrobe over her otherwise exposed upper body. Her long, brunette-blonde mixed hair was still ponytailed, and her glasses were back on. She didn't want anyone to cum on her face to begin with, but she opted to keep the glasses safe anyway.
Joel briefly glanced up at her as she returned, quickly looking down again. The whole thing was secretly embarrassing, for all the brash, stern confidence he had to portray in the presence of the other men. His job was to keep an eye on them, to make sure they didn't get too rough while Lori took turns sucking their cocks. As clear as her rules were about them not touching her, both she and her brother knew how some men can be when they think things are heating up sexually in their favour.
Lori's rules were clear: they don't touch her, she touches them. She dictates whose swollen cock she ran her silky tongue and lips over, how many other dicks were stroked in her free hands at the same time. They only shoot their hot cum on her chest, nowhere else. And there is absolutely no other sex.
They didn't know that Joel was her brother, only that he was there to watch things. In their minds, he was a professional bodyguard hired to keep things safe for Lori. If things got carried away, Joel had one hand on his cellphone, ready to dial a number going out either to 911 or to a private number that would bring in private experts ready to take care of things in a private way. Joel was also, theoretically, a martial arts expert; he was also, theoretically, armed. All in all, the situation was covered. Lori's friends for the night could have some fun, get their rocks off. They just had to follow the rules. And they did.
Joel was suited to the part well enough: 5'11 (a hair taller than Lori), more muscle than fat, and some brief experience as a bouncer. Pretty active and fit in general; strong and built without being buff and showy.
Much like Lori. She took pride in her jogging, her capoeira lessons, in her yoga classes and healthy eating, and her body reflected that. Very lean, but with toned muscle showing more than bones. She'd hit the gym prior to the cocksucking, keeping herself limber and aware before things got underway. Joel worked out with her a bit, doing some deadlifting and dumbbell curls to at least give the appearance of bigger muscles.
"I am absolutely bushed," sighed Lori. "Never mind how long today was - it was a hell of a lot of work getting those guys organized and getting their heads straight."
"Oh yeah?" remarked Joel, still looking away.
"Well yeah, you'd think arranging six guys for this would be easy - 'hey, you free Friday night? Free blowjob, if you don't mind standing in a circle with five other dudes.' But no, everybody gets awkward and uptight and pushes the date back more and more."
Joel stood up at this point, moving slowly to the window to look down at the parking lot. The last of the six guys was finally driving away, and the moon was coming out.
"And you were saying this is the only time you'd do something like this, hey?" Joel asked.
"Of course!" chirped Lori. "Like I said, it was just a fantasy I'd had for awhile. More of a bucket list thing, really. Check! Next up, basejumping in Brazil! Oh hey, did you want to come?"
Joel was never really privy to Lori's love life, let alone her unique sexual fantasies. He knew she'd had a few boyfriends up to this point, and was never delusional about her having lost her virginity long ago. He simply hoped that her tastes in the bedroom would be pretty vanilla. Not like this. But at the same time, he knew she was adventurous in general. So it wasn't a total surprise. And not really repulsive. Just a bit awkward.
"Yeah, we'll see. You're thinking next year, hey?"
"Yup," Lori said. She craned her neck, then her back, a small pop from her spine adjusting. "Oooh boy. You know what? I'm just gonna take a shower while we're here. Might as well not waste the room."
Joel turned to look at her, looking away again once he realized she was still wearing her bathrobe not quite closed.
"Alright," he said.
"Can you stick around until I'm ready to go? Just in case any of those guys has any bright ideas. I doubt it but you never know."
"Um, yeah, sure," Joel said. He didn't really want to stick around any longer than he had to. But, safety first. For his sister.
"I don't think I'll be very long." Lori pulled the hair tie from her locks as she turned back towards the bathroom. She kicked her runners off and back out the door. Joel turned around, looking toward the bathroom in time to catch a glimpse of Lori's bathrobe falling to the floor.
He was in a mixed state of mind. Flustered and tired and confused. He'd just watched—, no, not watched, kept a watchful eye on his sister with her breasts partially exposed for the past half an hour. Now that that part was over, he should be relieved that he wouldn't have to see her nearly topless again. And yet it was a constant, internal battle to make sure he wasn't looking. Or maybe it was to make sure she didn't think he was looking. Or see him looking at all, even by accident.
It wasn't that he'd never seen her in any state of undress. They did grow up together, and as young adults they saw each other in swimsuits. But that was different. That wasn't sexual. That wasn't him being in the same room as her while other men shot cum all over her breasts.
Joel supposed he always knew his sister was fairly busty. Probably in the double-D range, as far as he could tell. Never really looking, but never quite oblivious. Just something you notice in passing and then strike from your mind once you remember that she's your sister. Nothing sexual. Until tonight, anyway. What happened tonight wasn't something Joel could just strike from his mind. Things changed tonight. Context changed. And now his sister was getting fully undressed to take a shower, to fully cleanse herself of the six throbbing cocks and all their sperm that she'd requested. Her, a woman a bit more sexual than Joel had suspected.
"Oh, shoot... Joel, can you find my gym bag and get me my shampoo? I don't want to use this cheap hotel stuff."
"Uh yeah, sure," Joel said. He pulled it from under the unused bed, the bag hidden in case one of the men was just looking for a quick purse snatching. He brought the whole bag to the bathroom door and fished out the shampoo.
"Got it. I'll just leave it by the sink real quick."
"No it's okay, just pass it over the curtain here."
Joel hesitated a moment. Then he stepped into the dim bathroom, turning his head just as he reached up with the bottle. He felt her take the bottle from his hand. "Thanks," she said.
"Yup."
"Hah, don't you think it's kind of funny? You had to witness me blow those guys tonight, but you go straight back to being awkward about being in the bathroom while I shower. Behind a curtain. Hey?"
"Hehe... yeah, go figure."
Joel had stepped from the bathroom by this point and was now leaning against the doorjamb. Steam was starting to flow from the shower; Lori was taking a hot one.
"Ohhh what a day... who knew it would end like this, hey?"
"Oh for sure," Joel replied. He was taken a bit aback by how glib she was over this whole thing. Like she'd played a long game of poker with those guys rather than sucking their cocks. In a bra. In front of her brother.
"Thank you so much again for doing this. I really appreciate it," Lori said.
"Oh, no problem."
"But I mean, that had to have been weird, hey?"
"Yeah, pretty weird."
"Yeah it couldn't have been easy for you."
"Nope, not easy at all."
They were quiet for a long few minutes. Joel listened to the water as it fell around Lori. From her.
"But what about you, though?" Joel asked. "Was that tough for you? I mean, did you enjoy yourself? So to speak?"
"Oh I suppose. As much as I could."
"Yeah..." Joel said quietly.
"Well, it's all over now," Lori said, pausing. "Well, I mean, almost."
