Honeymoon Suiteness

They reached the check-in desk, where a young woman greeted them politely. Her nametag read "Maria." Maria spoke to them in perfectly good English with a slight Mexican accent. "Can I help you?" she asked.

"Yes," said Bryan, who couldn't help but smile at the irony of what he had to say. "I have a Honeymoon Suite reserved for Shaughnessy."

"Oh yes! Mr. and Mrs. Shaughnessy! We're thrilled to have you," the woman said.

Before Bryan could correct the woman, Bridget grabbed his arm and blurted out, "That's us!" Bryan gave her a bewildered look. His jaw opened, and Bridget returned a wicked smile.

The woman at the desk noticed the exchange and chimed in, "Still getting used to the name change?"

Bryan's eyes never left Bridget's. "No, the Shaughnessy thing actually doesn't throw me off. It's the 'Mrs.' part that kind of hit me." Bryan took Bridget's other hand, and stood there, smiling at his sister like she actually was his new bride on vacation with him. The girl had roped him into the ridiculous façade. "You're unbelievable," he whispered, shaking his head to mask his approval of the whole situation.

"Oh, thank you," Bridget said back, brushing her black hair out of her face, feigning modesty. "You're too kind!" Bryan rolled his eyes.

"You're all set, Mr. and Mrs. Shaughnessy," the woman said. "Enjoy your honeymoon."

"We will!" Bryan said, going along with his sister's ridiculous ruse. He kept her right hand in his, and led her to the Honeymoon Suite that had been prepared for them. He used the key he'd just received to open the door, and the siblings stood at the threshold in absolute awe.

The suite was enormous, nearly the size of Bryan's apartment. To their immediate left was a large refrigerator and a mini-bar that the hotel would restock free of charge. Bryan grabbed a couple of beers, and the two of them drank up as they marveled the rest of the suite. The amount of counter space surprised even Bryan, who had read the details online but couldn't comprehend what he was seeing in real life. Bryan looked to his right. The bathroom was a miracle of modern interior design, with a shower larger than the spare bedroom back at mom's house. In the middle of the suite, the term "king-sized" didn't begin to describe the bed, which had its own red drapes and flower petals sprinkled upon the sheets. There was a large on the other side of the room for them to put their vacation clothes into, positioned right below an enormous flat-screen HD television. Bryan walked past the bed and stepped down into the lower portion of the split-level suite, where the hot tub was placed. It only protruded about a foot above the floor, the rest of its depth residing below floor-level.

"Soooo... bathing suits?" Bridget said, standing at the edge of the split level and leaning onto Bryan's shoulder from behind him.

"Yeah, sounds good," Bryan replied, still looking at the tub. Bridget backed away and found her suitcase, while Bryan took a look at the bed. "So I guess I should call and find out about the other bed?"

"What?" Bridget looked confused. Bryan was pointing at the bed when Bridget realized what he was talking about. "Oh, Honey. We're sleeping in the same bed, aren't we?" His sister was on the brink of laughter at the thought of actually getting another bed. "I mean, look at that thing!! If you're uncomfortable, we can sleep a half a mile apart and still not leave the bed!"

Bryan knew she was right. He realized that Bridget was only trying to appease their mother when she suggested the idea.

"Besides," Bridget said. She gave him a cute little smile "Are you going to be all that uncomfortable being in the same bed as your baby sister? We can cuddle up like we do on movie nights."

That sounded perfect to Bryan. He smiled back at her, which provided all the approval she needed. Bridget went to the bathroom to get changed, and Bryan took that time to switch into his own swim trunks, a brown and white bathing suit that he'd had for a few years. Bridget, on the other hand, had gone shopping for a couple new swimsuits two days prior. When she came out of the bathroom, Bryan nearly offered to pay for his sister's bikini. It was money well spent.

The pattern was a swirl of deep purple and light lavender, a cold color combination that she knew would make her eyes pop, but with enough pale coloration that it didn't contrast too much with her fair skin. Her top was medium-small, just big enough to hold in her average-sized breasts. The bottom was held together on each hip by a silver ring, allowing Bryan to see mostly skin as he traced his eyes from upper leg to stomach. The outfit showcased Bridget's gorgeous body.

"Holy shit," Bryan said impulsively. "I mean, you look great."

"You like it?" Bridget blushed. "I'm glad. You deserve a little eye-candy on this trip. Not like you didn't reciprocate." She nodded at Bryan's torso, which was in quite good shape. He took care of his body, and it paid off.

Bridget stepped into the pool and gasped at the hot water. She sat down in the underwater seat, spread her legs, and put her arms back. Bryan did the same. They relaxed for a good fifteen minutes before Bryan asked if she wanted another drink.

"Oh, that sounds perfect," she said. Bryan stepped out of the tub and went to the mini-bar. "Do they have any Bailey's?" Bryan nodded, and Bridget gave a delighted "oooh." She asked for Baileys and rum together, while Bryan made himself a double Jamison on the rocks. He took the drinks back to the hot tub and sat down again where he was, but Bridget stood up and waded toward him.

"Move your hand," she said. "I'm gonna sit on your lap." She grinned a bit as Bryan placed his drink behind him, and his sister spun around and descended onto his upper legs. Bryan took another sip of his drink, and then another, before putting it down and moving his arms around Bridget's waist and in front of her, wrapping them around her stomach. Bridget breathed in loudly through her mouth, and sipped on her drink. She placed her drink on the side of the tub, and put her hands overtop her brother's, rubbing his forearms back and forth. Bryan's erection began to swell

"Mmmmm," she purred. "This is perfect, Bryan."

"Isn't it?" Bryan was aware that the situation had now crossed the borderlines of what would be considered appropriate behavior for a brother and sister, but there was nobody around to call them on it. As far as the resort knew, Bridget was his wife, not his sister. The only question remaining was where their own personal boundaries were set. Other people's boundaries didn't matter here. Bryan decided to get a bit more adventurous. He moved his hand down on top of his sister's right leg and began to caress it, moving slowly from the top of her leg to her inner thigh. Bridget gave out a slight moan, barely audible. Bryan had a nearly full erection. Then, the unthinkable happened. The fucking hotel room phone started ringing.

"No, don't," Bridget begged, but Bryan knew who it was. He had forgotten to call their mother when they got in, and he had given her the room number. He lifted his bikini-clad sister up until she was standing in the water, and walked over to the phone, barely trying to conceal the large bump in the front of his swim trunks.

"Hi mom," he said. "Yeah, we made it in fine. Sorry I forgot to call... yeah... your daughter's doing fine, but we're both kind of tired. Okay, good night mom." Bryan hung up the phone, not really registering whatever his mother had said to him. It was background noise to the sight he beheld stepping out of the hot tub.

"So, I'm kinda tired from the trip, and I was starting to get a bit clammy from the water," Bridget said. "I think' I'll head to bed."

"Yeah, that's a good idea," Bryan said. "We can do plenty of cool stuff tomorrow."

Bridget grabbed some clothes and headed to the bathroom. Bryan heard the shower turn on, and began to realize the implications of what had just happened. He pondered the facts: He was on his honeymoon not with his wife, but with his sister. The first part of that wasn't by choice, but the second one was. He had chosen to take her with him. He cared more about Bridget than anyone he could think of. He truly loved her, but he began to doubt his understanding of what kind of love that was. There was a new spark, a hint of erotic love that didn't exist between them before. He had always thought her beautiful, but he had just acted on that. As far as he was concerned, he had just violated his little sister to some degree.

Except that she clearly brought it on herself. She approached him with a proposition to sit on his lap, an invitation to cross boundaries that logistically did not need to be crossed at the time. Bryan took her up on the offer. Back on the plane, Bryan nearly took her up on what thought for a moment was also a kind of offer. He wanted to accept these offers. He was entranced by the concept of a step forward in his relationship with Bridget, a relationship that had been nurtured in a healthy way for 22 years, and was just now taking a turn for the... different.

And then Bryan came to terms with the nightmare in which he was about to live for two weeks. He was in love with his own sister. He was stuck on vacation with a woman with whom he was obviously in love, and she was totally, 100 percent, no-questions-asked off-limits sexually. He loved Bridget; he always had, but only now could he accept what that really meant for him. And if he truly loved her, he had to stop these advances. He couldn't dream of kissing her, the way he fantasized on the plane. He couldn't fondle her half-naked body in the hot tub. Even if she was receptive to it, it was wrong. That was his sister.

If he kept it up, one of two things had to happen: Either she would eventually stonewall him, leaving their relationship in awkward tatters. Or, she would fully give in to lust, which would only lead to more pain in the future, because they didn't have one together.

Neither of those alternatives was acceptable. This had to stop now. Bryan knew that it meant his vacation might be just as miserable as he originally believed, but this was for Bridget. She didn't know what he felt, which meant that she didn't know what she was getting into.

Bryan heard the bathroom door open, and the love of his life walked out of it wearing only a gray tank top and a pair of short red pajama shorts. Her black hair was damp and matted down, less wavy than usual. Bridget had used a hair dryer, but it would still take a few more minutes to get totally dry. She stepped barefoot through the suite and made herself a glass of ice water. She sat at the bar and flipped on the television.

"I'm just gonna watch a little TV while you get changed?"

Bryan nodded in agreement. He took a pair of boxers with him to the bathroom, where he too started the shower. While he jerked himself off, Bryan shamelessly thought of his sister, who was sitting innocently outside in the suite. There had been many high points during the day; this was not one of them. Dejected at the revelations he'd made, Bryan finished showering, dried himself off, and put on his boxer shorts. He walked out of the bathroom to find Bridget right where she had been.

Bryan decided he could do one more romantic favor for his sister before he started to back off. He dimmed the lights and lifted on side of the sheets up to allow for Bridget to climb into bed. She moved toward the bed, took her brother's hand, and sat on the edge of the bed. Bryan lifter her legs up, provoking a giggle from Bridget, and tucked her in. Bryan moved toward his suitcase, and found a white t-shirt to wear to bed.

"I thought you usually went to bed shirtless," Bridget said, recalling their days in high school as well as the times she stayed at his apartment on the couch.

"Yeah, but..." Bryan had no clue how to explain the situation to her. How could he tell his own sister that this was a preventative measure, and that what he really wanted was for neither of them to wear a single thing to bed?

Bridget's bright blue eyes cut like a knife into Bryan's psyche. They didn't capture the full picture, but they were on the trail.

"Wait, is it because of me?" Bridget asked, like the very idea was comical. "I'm pretty sure I wasn't the only one enjoying my time in the hot tub."

Bryan stood sheepishly in place, caught red-handed, while Bridget continued her psychic assault.

"Oh, that's just it, isn't it?" Bridget said. "Well, that's only natural. I don't blame you for it. And besides, if you want to make me happy, you'll give me a nice bare chest to rest against."

Bryan relented, and tossed the shirt back down. His fair skin and thin black chest hair would remain on display, and more importantly, his torso would be open season for Bridget. She didn't know the entire effect she was having on him. What was playful flirting to her was beginning to get painful for him.

Bryan turned off all but the bedside light, and he slunk into bed beside his sister, who cuddled up into his arms. Bryan shut off the last light, leaving only the starlight from the window to provide the slightest amount of illumination. Bridget began to stir, rubbing her left hand across Bryan's chest. Her right hand moved slowly down his torso and rubbed the areas around his crotch. He was 20 seconds in, and already Bryan didn't know how much more he could take.

In the starlight, he could only make out shapes. There was little color, save for Bridget's eyes. It was always her eyes that slayed Bryan. The blue was faint now, only a pale reflection of what he'd usually see, but still he could see his sister staring at him as she caressed his body. He loved her. God, how he loved her. But this was too far. Bridget was crossing boundaries. Bryan tried to think of a way to stop the runaway freight train that was his lust for his sister, and hers for him. There seemed to be no diverting from the collision course.

He thought too slowly. While he worked on an exit strategy, Bridget had found his right hand and placed it on her breast. She squeezed, and let out a whimper. Bridget pulled herself forward and leaned in to kiss her brother. Bryan didn't kiss back, but he didn't stop her, either. Her lips perched softly on top of his, and closed. Bridget pulled back and began to kiss Bryan's chest. His erection returned, despite his little session in the shower. Bridget leaned in to kiss him again, and this time, Bryan returned the favor. Their lips met in full force, but Bryan grabbed the sides of Bridget's face and pushed her away.

"Oh, God," she said. "I'm sorry. I can't believe I just did that.

"There's nothing to be sorry about," Bryan replied. "I just... I can't do this. I can't kiss you. You're my sister. I love you, and I can't hurt you."

"You're not hurting me," Bridget cried.

"I'm sorry," Bryan said. "I just don't agree with that." Bridget looked like she'd taken a knife to the heart. Bryan went on, "but stay close to me. I still need you here by my side."

Bryan knew that if he'd rejected her outright, neither of them would sleep. He hoped this would be a happy medium, but he also didn't know how long it would last before one or both of them began another advance. Bridget reluctantly nodded, and rested her head on his chest, content to wrap her arms around him.

There was some tossing and turning, but in each other's arms, Bryan and his sister slept through most of the night peacefully.

Bryan woke up to the smell of bacon, eggs, and coffee. Bridget sat cross-legged on her side of the bed. Her skin was perfect. Her hair was perfect. She was messy and hadn't been awake long and wasn't wearing any make-up yet; she didn't look half as good aesthetically than she would after a little bit of effort, but still she was perfect to him.

"I called room service and got us breakfast in bed, Mr. Shaughnessy," Bridget said with a silly grin and a groggy voice.

"Looks delicious," Bryan said. "Thank you, Mrs. Shaughnessy." The two of them gobbled down breakfast, and threw on the television. Bridget sat there stoically.

She turned to her brother and began, "Bryan, about last night..."

"Bridget, don't," Bryan said. "You can't do this to yourself." Bridget looked down, unable to lock eyes with him. Bryan sighed. "Bridge, what am I going to do to get you to enjoy this vacation"

His sister looked up at him with her bright eyes and bit her lip. "Fuck me," is what Bryan imagined she wanted to say, given the overwhelming evidence he gathered the previous evening. But she was more tactful and empathetic than that. She knew Bryan wasn't comfortable going there, so she said, "Let's go to the pool."

Bryan looked at the clock and saw that it was already 10:30, and decided he was up for a late morning swim. And despite his resolve to keep things from going too far with his sister, he couldn't help satiating his desire to see Bridget in that purple swirled bikini again. When she returned from the bathroom, Bryan was surprised, but far from disappointed, at her new choice of attire.

Bridget had put on her second new swimsuit, this one a portrait of fire. The top was mostly pale orange, with small red flames erupting from below, the highest one peaking just above her right nipple. The bottom was mostly consumed with the fire, with a few pale orange flecks of safety up near her waist. It tied together on the sides in a pair of knots.

"I was hoping this one wouldn't turn you on as much," Bridget said, "since I know that's kind of an issue right now. The last one seemed to be a bit much for you."

Bryan was speechless. She had gone from ice to fire, but she was no less sexually striking. He didn't know which one he liked better, but his sister was wearing fire right now, so fire it was. "It's fine," he said. "You look good."

Bryan didn't know how to handle this side of his sister. She was the same girl in almost every way throughout the trip so far. She was still the charismatic, spontaneous, generous, kind person he had always loved. He had fallen for that person. But she had revealed another part of herself to Bryan - her sexuality. What fascinated him was that she maintained the rest of her nature in that sexuality. During their encounters, Bridget was still charismatic, spontaneous, generous, and kind. She was willing to do things previously thought to be forbidden, but when Bryan rejected that, she didn't persist. She didn't push him to do something he didn't want to do. At least, not yet. He remembered her insistence on coming home from Ireland. He couldn't decide whether he hoped that trend would continue.

The two of them headed out to the pool, which was just as grandiose as the suite. They strolled along the poolside, and Bridget pulled from her bag a gigantic sunscreen dispenser, a wise choice for two pale Irish siblings in the arid Mexican heat. Sitting on a pool chair, she began to rub it all over her body, which aroused Bryan quite enough to begin with, but she didn't stop there. Bridget bent her right knee, and slicked sunscreen up and down, up and down. Bryan gaped at his sister as she switched legs and bent her left. Bryan had turned his head just in time when Bridget looked up at him.

"Can you do my back?" Bridget asked. Bryan happily agreed and began to spread the lotion over his sister's back. He made sure to rub it in thoroughly, partly because she needed it, and partly because he couldn't resist the softness of her oiled skin. Bridget agreed to do Bryan's back in return after he finished the rest of his exposed skin.

They dipped into the pool, which featured a full bar in the shallow end. Three-foot barstools jutted from the bottom of the pool, still submerged under three and a half feet of water. Bridget waded over and ordered a margarita. Bryan asked for a tequila shot, followed by a Jamison on rocks.