This is a continuation of Welcome To Paradise? A series of shorter stories that can be read individually as little teases or one after the other for a longer build up to the big finish.
As always all characters are adults and on and on. :) Enjoy!
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Shelby lay limp and panting in the bathtub. She was smiling and her entire body felt boneless and relaxed. She knew she had to start getting ready to meet up with her family for dinner but she was so satisfied she felt like she couldn't move.
Eventually she sat up with a groan. She splashed some of the now lukewarm bathwater on her face and washed away the leftovers of her morning make-up.
It felt good to start over from her morning's tribulations. It made her feel like she was setting up the end of the day to be much better than the start.
Her day had gotten progressively better once she got into the villa. The room was nice, the view was beautiful and the tasty little orgasm she had in the bathtub seemed to have started her evening off right. The only downside was that it didn't completely satisfy her, it was more like an appetizer than a main course.
Shelby gave her hair a quick rinse and then stood. The water lapped around her smooth calves as she lathered her slick skin with citrus and floral scented body wash.
While she stood in the tub she watched her reflection in the mirror. She admired the way her hands glided over her soapy body as iridescent bubbles made their leisurely way down over her curves. Her nipples were hard and she was covered in goosebumps from the soft breeze blowing in through the open windows.
Shelby smiled as she ran her hands over her wet soapy boobs. They felt good in her hands, lush and firm. She bit her bottom lip as she imagined what it would feel like if it was a large pair of masculine hands on her instead.
Her hands slid down her belly and she watched as she ran her hands over her sex, letting her fingers slip lazily between her bare lips. Her hips twitched as she brushed over her clit. She could've easily spent the next few hours "getting clean" but knew she didn't have time.
She poured handfuls of water over her breasts, enjoying the soft tickling of the soap as the little rivulets washed away the last of pre "relaxing vacation" Shelby.
Finally clean, she pulled the stopper from the tub and stepped dripping onto the plush bathmat. She felt like a brand new woman.
The tropical air felt good as it dried her body but she knew she didn't have all day to stand around naked. She reached to the towel rack and wrapped herself in a thick swathe of cotton.
Shelby looked in the mirror and frowned. This was an expensive hotel room and she thought that they would have had larger towels.
The one wrapped around her was fluffy and extremely soft but barely covered her essential parts. She had twisted and tucked it until it formed an absorbent terry cloth minidress.
Her boobs were squished up out of the top of her towel and the bottom hit high at the top of her thighs. She turned and checked out her backside. Her cheeks were covered, kind of.
It definitely wasn't big enough that she would have been considered decently covered and she wouldn't want anyone but a boyfriend to see her in it.
She shrugged it off and went to the vanity to start her make-up. She hadn't heard from Spencer yet so she figured if she hurried and got dressed then no one else would ever find out about the ridiculous baby towel she was wearing.
It wasn't like she was going on a first date with a hot guy she wanted to impress or anything but Shelby still wanted to look nice.
There were distant family members she hadn't seen in years. Plus, she was on vacation and single. She didn't know who she might run into tonight.
She smoothed moisturizer over her face, and then dusted some sheer foundation onto her skin. A light smattering of freckles across her cheek bones were still visible and she smiled. She looked natural but was just a little more perfect than she already had.
She softly enhanced her warm, dark eyes with her favorite gold eyeshadow. A sweep of eyeliner and a coat of mascara made her long eyelashes look almost too long to be real. She slicked a sheer gloss over her lips and then pinned her hair up in a messy bun.
She pouted into the mirror and stuck her tongue out at her reflection, laughing at herself. When she turned to leave the bathroom she looked back, checking out the lower curves of her ass cheeks just peeking out of the bottom of her towel dress. She got an excited little thrill at her shameless outfit.
She wondered if Spencer was back from wherever he'd been when she arrived but she was sure he would've knocked on the door and said hi if he'd come in and realized she'd arrived.
She cautiously opened the bathroom door and peeked out into the suite checking for him anyway. She hated being scared by the unexpected so she stopped and listened for him.
She could only see to the door and the closest corner of the living room area. It was silent in the villa so she assumed he was still out.
She stepped out in the hallway, barely concealed in her tiny towel but didn't notice Spencer sitting quietly on the couch when she'd darted into the bedroom.
Spencer watched his sister sneak out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. She must not have seen him since she didn't say anything when she crept by.
He shifted to the near corner of the couch where he watched her open the closet. She reached out sliding the hangers as she picked through a couple of choices.
She grabbed a light dress and tossed it on the bed turning back to choose a cute pair of shoes. As she bent over to contemplate just which shoes might make her outfit, Spencer saw her towel ride up over her ass.
Absolutely everything was exposed to him.
He'd already been tempted by the sneaky little flash of cheeks he'd gotten while she was standing. He wanted to get his hands on her round, lush butt and maybe sink his teeth into the firm flesh. He groaned quietly seeing that the view from behind was as amazing as he had imagined.
Shelby heard a noise from the sitting area and with her head still in the closet she froze for a second, listening. She heard nothing but silence and finally chose a pair of heels.
Spencer continued to stare at her bare ass and the soft lips of her sex, exposed between her thighs.
He tried to conjure up some feeling of guilt, after all this was still his baby sister, but the man part of him just wanted to keep looking. With a sigh he decided it was maybe a little bit unfair that she thought she was alone so he decided to let her know he was there. He stood and walked to the door.
Spencer reached the doorway and leaned casually against the jamb before knocking.
"Knock, knock!" he said, standing nonchalantly in the opening.
"Oh! Oh my God!" She squealed.
"What the fuck Spencer?!"
Shelby hated to be scared and this surprise immediately infuriated her. She thought she'd heard someone in the villa! He must've been either sitting silently somewhere or he snuck in, the creep.
She whirled around to confront him and as she turned, her skimpy towel dress burst open and slid down her body. She shrieked as her boobs were bared to her brother's unwavering gaze.
Spencer didn't react at all, his eyes didn't widen, he didn't look away, he just coolly stared right at her exposed body.
Shelby was mortified which only made her more mad at him. She grabbed at the towel, quickly yanking it back up. She was so focused on pulling the towel up over her breasts, she didn't even realize the bottom of the towel was now well above her sex.
"Ahem, you're uncovered little sister."
Spencer vaguely gestured toward her lower body and she shrieked again as she let the swag of fabric drop a little lower before she haphazardly secured it around her torso.
She self-consciously crossed her legs trying to shield her secrets from his unrelenting stare.
She still had the shoes in her hands and she threw one toward him screaming, "GET OUT!"
Spencer didn't flinch when the shoe landed at his feet. She had completely missed her target and it did nothing to scare him away. He stood and just stared at her for another long moment.
His eyes burned into hers and she was suddenly a little bit scared by the intensity of his expression. She could feel her pulse racing as she took deep heaving breaths.
Her own brother was looking at her in a whole new way. He'd always treated her like a little sister, a little bit of overprotectiveness combined with a lot of teasing but still loving in a familial type way.
Now, his expression was something she'd never seen from him. He looked hungry. His eyes, so similar to hers burned hot. She imagined it was a look he would give his girlfriend. It looked too much like lust, like something she'd never received before as his sibling.
She squirmed uncomfortably and dropped her gaze for a split second, overwhelmed by the eye contact.
Shelby felt like she was freaking out a little bit. She was sure she couldn't be reading this situation correctly.
She was just tired and out of sorts from the long, difficult day. She was hungry and her body was confused from changing time zones. Her hormones were out of control from the play time in the bath tub. Her brother was just being his obnoxious self and she was just getting the signals crossed. She grasped at every excuse that popped into her head.
Spencer couldn't actually want her.
It was too weird to even imagine. They were related, they had the same parents, they grew up together, there was no way he thought about her that way. No one thought about their little sister like that. It was sick, not normal.
She locked eyes with him again and wound up to throw the other shoe toward him.
He didn't react. It made her even more annoyed that he still stood, as calm as ever, staring like he was watching something on TV.
As she released the second shoe her towel slipped again this time dropping all the way to the floor.
Her first instinct was to cover herself but something about his look stopped her. He seemed so smug and unaffected. The little sister part of her turned rebellious toward her big brother. The Stephens' family stubborn streak wouldn't let her give him the satisfaction of watching her desperately try to grab the towel so she just let it lay at her feet. She wanted to test him, to decipher his intentions.
Besides, she knew she was in the right and he was just being a perv. Spying on her, exploiting the situation and putting her at a disadvantage.
