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“They really want that?” I shouldn’t be surprised by anything I hear around here, but somehow, I always am.
“Yeah, you wanna go check it out? I’ll go with—”
“No,” Colin says as I say, “Yes.”
Lucky smiles conspiratorially at me. “What’ll it be, sugar?”
I plant my hands on the table. “Let’s go.”
“Vivi,” Colin says in a tone that brooks no argument. I’m on a mission to relearn what sex means to me, though I usually wait until Colin isn’t around to explore the rooms and talk to the women who work here. Retraining my brain is hard work, but there’s no better place to do it than here.
“Tell the waitress to box up my lunch, please.” I push out of the booth.
Lucky and I dash out of the restaurant, giggling like schoolgirls, Colin shouting after us. This place is an adult playground, and it brings playfulness out of everyone who walks through its doors. Where else are you encouraged to play out your wildest fantasies with no judgment?
We quiet down as we get closer, not wanting to spoil the mood for those deep in the scene. I spot four women in slinky lingerie standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Nature Room and slow my pace as I’m hit with a sensual awareness. The four have paired off, their fronts pressed together as they slowly graze fingertips up and down each other’s bodies, their attention fixed on the couple on the other side of the window.
Lucky grabs me by the waist and turns me to face them. He keeps his hands on my hips, standing behind me as we take in the scene. The room is made to feel like a real forest. In the center are big rocks stacked together around a low and steady gas campfire. In the left corner is a hot tub that looks like a real pond, sunken into the floor with realistic-looking rocks and foliage. Trees are scattered throughout with low-hanging branches, and a swing hangs from one. The bed is elevated and appears to be built with tree stumps. You have to use a ladder to get up, giving it a bit of a treehouse vibe.
I can’t tell what’s real and what’s fake; that’s how good of a job the builders and decorators did. It’s truly beautiful. But I’ve seen all that before, so my eyes are drawn to the two people in the room. Betty sits on the edge of the tub, looking around the room and pretending not to see the man hiding behind one of the trees. Feeling confident she’s alone, she unties the top of her zebra print bikini and tosses it to the side, letting her large, natural breasts hang free. She slides her fingertips over them, stopping at her erect nipples and giving them a tug.
My clit throbs, and my mouth goes dry as I watch the erotic scene unfold.
Betty’s left hand stays on her breast while her right goes lower, tickling down her abdomen before reaching her center. She pulls each string of her bikini bottoms, exposing her bare pussy. I glance at the man whose chest is heaving, the animal skin covering his dick tenting. Lucky was right about the man being mammoth. He fits the part of this Tarzan experience well, with his huge muscles, long hair, and bushy beard.
While Betty masturbates, he creeps closer, moving like a predator hunting his prey. She’s just pushed a finger inside her core when the man pounces, growling as he climbs on top of a rock surrounding the tub. Betty shrieks in fear, jumping to her feet and covering her breasts with an arm and her center with the opposite hand.
He fists her hair at the nape of her neck and shoves her hands away, exposing her. Palming a breast, he yanks her head back to put her at a good angle for a kiss. She shoves at him, but I know it’s all for show. The whole scene is, but it still turns me right the fuck on.
I jolt when Lucky’s hands are ripped from my hips, and I no longer feel him at my back. Turning, Colin puts himself between Lucky and me, trying his best not to draw attention from what’s happening around us. That’s a huge no-no around here because our guests pay a lot of money to do what they do.
“What are you doing?” I mouth, lifting my brows in question.
His answer is a chin lift toward the Nature Room, silently telling me to go back to what I was doing. I shake my head and turn back, feeling awkward now that he’s here. I doubt watching live porn is something siblings often do together, even if they’re only bound by marriage.
Though he doesn’t touch me, I feel his body heat across my back as I try to get back into the scene. Betty has made a run for it, darting around the room while the man slowly stalks her. He grips the scrap of fabric at his shoulder and gives it a sharp tug. It splits at the seam, and he shoves it down his body, his cock springing free. I nearly gasp at the size. The man is bigeverywhere.
He finally corners her and pushes her to her knees. My breaths come in heavy pants as Betty pulls a condom out of nowhere. She makes a show of pushing it down his length before wrapping her lips around him and giving him a hell of a blowjob.
The behemoth of a man only lets her control the situation for a minute before taking over. His face hardens as he pumps into her mouth, thrusting his hips rapidly. Saliva drips around Betty’s mouth and her eyes water, making her makeup run. But it only turns him on more.
I trace my lips with my tongue as he roars, so close to losing it that he grips Betty by the jaw and pulls her off his dick. I guess he’s not ready for this to be over. Lifting her to her feet, he leans over to grab her, tossing her over his shoulder like she weighs nothing. He climbs the ladder to the bed and drops her onto it before ripping the condom off and tossing it to the side. Kissing down her body, he stops to give extra attention to her breasts.
My body heats to an unnatural level as I squeeze my thighs together for the smallest amount of relief. When I realize what I’m doing and that my stepbrother is standing inches away, I abruptly stop. I wish I could say it washes any arousal from my system, but instead, it has my nipples tightening and my clit pulsing with need.
I can’t be attracted to Colin. It’s wrong, and there’s no way he feels the same. Over the last week, we’ve spent a lot of time together, and he has never made me feel like anything but his sister. He’d be disgusted if he knew that in my head, it’s him and me in this scene. That it’smybody he’s ravaging like a starved animal.
A therapist would have a field day with me.
I shake those thoughts away and try to see this for what it is. This is a sexual situation, and Colin is the only person I’ve ever trusted. Of course my fucked up mind would attach this experience to him.
As Tarzan makes his way lower on Betty’s body, she pulls another packet out of thin air and unwraps a thin sheet of latex. Spreading it over her labia, the man dives in, licking and sucking as Betty squirms in delight.
After asking a few of the Honey Pot employees if they actually enjoy the sex or if it’s all an act, I was surprised to learn that, to some extent, they love it. No matter who the man is, they find some pleasure in the moment. I wouldn’t know what that feels like, but I’d like to.
Betty’s thighs shake, and her back arches as she screams her release. Her budded nipples point to the ceiling, and her hands fist in Tarzan’s hair. Could it be fake? Maybe, but no one, including him, would ever know, not with a performance like that. He lifts to his knees and peers over his shoulder, making sure we see what he did.
Oh boy, did we ever.
