The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Adam blinked, momentarily taken aback as he entered the small reception room for the remote eco-resort. Sitting at the desk—although lounging would be a more appropriate term—was a woman that would make anyone look twice. There were a lot of terms that Adam could have used to describe her, but the one that stuck most in his mind was ‘lush’.

The woman had long and wavy dark hair cascading down over alabaster shoulders. Her lips were a dark shade of red and her deep blue eyes focused on Adam as he paused in the doorway. She had a voluptuous body—and that was apparent because she wore a bikini top under a sheer white shirt that was unbuttoned down to her navel. It was a warm day but not enough to justify that level of undress so it was clearly a choice. Adam struggled to stop his eyes darting down to the deep valley between her large breasts being barely constrained by her bikini top. The top was a little too small judging by the way the swimwear dug into the soft flesh of her breasts.

When Adam tugged his eyes back to the woman’s face, her expression was one of pleased amusement. Her lips quirked slightly in a half smile. Adam couldn’t quite peg what her age was. There wasn’t a line on her face, but her eyes weren’t young. She could have been anywhere from thirty to forty-five. The woman raised something to her mouth—a long-stemmed pipe that was at least six inches in length with a very shallow bowl—and inhaled deeply. She blew out a light mist of smoke and Adam braced himself for the pungent smell of tobacco, but that wasn’t it. The smoke had a light floral scent that he couldn’t quite identify.

Clearly deciding it was up to her to initiate any sort of conversation, the woman gestured vaguely in his direction with her pipe. Her voice was low and husky, and even in the bright sunlight of the day it made Adam shiver with how intimate her voice sounded. She started with what sounded like a well-worn spiel, her tone disinterested and bland, before her voice lightened up into a sardonic drawl.

“Welcome to Serenity Falls Eco-Retreat. Where you can truly relax and get away from the world. Or at least that’s what the brochures say. Reservation?”

“Um, yeah. I mean, most of my family are already here. But I have a cabin reserved I think.”

The woman nodded patiently.

“Good. Hell of a long way to come if you didn’t have one. So ... name?”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry!”

Adam flushed. The woman was way too hot and it was throwing him off. In fact the level of arousal he was feeling just be being in her presence was strange. He couldn’t remember feeling this way except when he had first started noticing that girls were a lot more interesting than he had first supposed! And to top it all off Adam felt like he was getting a headache from the effort of stopping himself from glancing down at her exposed chest. Trying to cover his reaction, he fumbled in his wallet for his identification and gave her his particulars. The woman lazily typed his details into a laptop.

“Ah yes, there you are. I remember your family now. Arrived yesterday. Deluxe Bungalow down on the shoreline, and a regular bungalow amongst the gardens. You’re down for a regular bungalow as well. Just sign here and we can get the payment sorted.”

“Payment? My dad should have paid already?”

“Hmm. Afraid not. He was quite clear yesterday when he paid for the first two bungalows. Informed me that you would pay for the last bungalow when you arrived.”

Adam sagged. That was just like his father and he knew there wasn’t any point in finding him and arguing. Even though his father could pay for the entire holiday a hundred times over, ever since Adam had turned eighteen last year he had insisted that Adam had to pay his own way. That included taking on loans for university and working part time to pay for accomodation on campus. Adam hadn’t had a spare moment for himself in an entire year—when he wasn’t studying he was working. Apparently university was a time for experimentation and fun, but if that was the case it had completely passed Adam by.

Adam hesitantly looked at the slip of paper and blanched when he saw how much the bungalow was for the weeks they were staying here. He could just about afford it, but it would drain his entire savings that he had built up over the last year. He set his shoulders, miserably deciding he was going to have to talk to his father about it—even though he knew it would probably be futile. Adam was about to tell the woman this when a strident voice called out from behind him.

“Are you done yet? I’m sick of waiting in your shitty car. It was bad enough I had to get a ride here with you. Hurry the hell up, I want the room key so I can get changed.”

Adam hunched his shoulders and sighed. He didn’t bother turning around but he knew what he would see. A girl a few years older than him stood imperiously in the doorway to the office. She had long honey-blonde hair and a body that was flawlessly statuesque. Her normally beautiful face was screwed up in a look of disdain and irritation. She was about to attack Adam again when she noted the raised eyebrow of the woman behind the desk. She hesitated a moment at having a witness to her tirade before turning her ire on the woman in the reception.

“You shouldn’t be smoking in here. It’s an enclosed space.”

The older woman took a long drag on her pipe and absently blew a cloud of the herbal smoke towards the ceiling. Even though he was cringing at listening to his passenger, Adam couldn’t help but admire the long graceful lines of the woman’s throat as she tilted her head back.

“Is that right.”

The older woman’s tone indicated she definitely wasn’t querying the assertion. In fact she sounded bored and amused if anything. The younger woman tried again.

“It is! It’s against the law. I came here to relax, not breathe in second hand smoke. I could report you.”

The receptionist smiled thinly at the younger woman.

“Not a lot of law enforcement around here, but be my guest. I think the nearest station is at the town two hours down the road you came in on. So be my guest.”

Adam steeled himself and spoke to the newcomer in the meekest tone he could manage.

“It’s okay, Emily. I’m nearly done. I’ll be out in a few minutes. Or you could go down and see if you can find the others if you don’t want to wait.”

Emily glared at the older woman a few moments but gave up when she refused to look intimidated. Emily spun on her heel and stalked back outside without another word. Adam breathed a sigh of relief.

“Um, sorry about that. I guess it was a long ride out here. And my car doesn’t have the best air conditioning ...”

“Don’t apologise. You weren’t the one making an ass of yourself.”

The woman cocked her head and studied Adam for a moment.

“You’re young enough that you could do with some advice. She was pretty enough I’ll grant you, but no matter how good the sex is it’s not worth putting up with someone who doesn’t respect you.”

Adam stared at her a moment, his mouth agape. Then he flushed in embarrassment.

“No! I mean, I’m not sleeping—I’m not dating her. That’s my sister.”

The woman burst out in a laugh, a velvety cascade of sound.

“Well that’s a relief. If you were sleeping with that little vixen it would be a lot harder to escape her. Although I see you’re sharing a bungalow with her for your stay so I’ll still give you my sympathy. The regular bungalows aren’t as spacious as the deluxe ones.”

Adam stared at the woman. That ... wasn’t what he expected to hear from an employee at a resort, no matter how private and remote it was. When he said as much, she smiled easily at him.

“Oh, I’m not an employee. I own the place.”

Adam stammered his apologies even though he wasn’t sure what he was saying sorry for.

“Sorry, Um, I didn’t get your name. Sorry?”

The woman’s smile deepened and she raised her hand to twitch the strap of her bikini towards him. Adam finally lost his battle of avoiding looking at her chest. On her bikini was a small name badge saying ‘Delilah’, although Adam almost didn’t see it—her action had exposed even more of the soft swell of her breasts.

“Aren’t you just adorable. Your father knew what my name was the instant he walked in. Although by the same token he might not know what my face looks like.”

Adam flushed. He just hoped his father hadn’t done it within sight of his mother. Otherwise she would be in an even more acerbic mood than usual.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I hope that —”

Delilah waved her hand idly at Adam, cutting him off.

“You should stop apologising so much for people you aren’t responsible for. It’s not a particularly attractive trait. But I will take it in the spirit that you meant it.”

Delilah cocked her head to one side, looking at him in a considering manner. She seemed to reach a decision because she reached out and took the sheet he had yet to sign back. She typed a bit on her laptop and then handed him a new sheet to sign. When Adam looked it over he was stunned to see the cost was a lot less—almost half! When he asked Delilah why she had changed the price her smile returned.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get the rest out of your father’s deposit. Maybe a cleaning fee. It’s always the hidden charges that get you.”

“Really? You can do that?”

“Sure. What do I care if he complains? Between you and me, we’ll call it payment for him staring at my chest so much. It almost made me want to button up my shirt.”

Delilah gave a genteel shudder and then flashed a quick grin at Adam. She took another long drag on her pipe and when she exhaled she let it drift in between them, enveloping the both of them in the sweet smelling smoke.

“Welcome to Serenity Falls, Adam. I’d wish you a pleasant stay, but something tells me that’s not entirely up to you.”

The promised relaxation of a holiday still managed to elude Adam when he had finished taking the bags from his car into the bungalow. It looked like a simple structure on the outside, hidden amongst tall palms and sculptured gardens, really embracing an island aesthetic with a thatched roof and wooden walls. Emily wasn’t in sight so she must have gone looking for their parents. Adam had hesitated at taking his sister’s belongings inside as well, but in the end decided he may as well just do it. It wasn’t worth the hassle of an argument when she attacked him for not bringing her bags in. Of course she would probably still attack him for daring to touch her things in the first place.

Once inside, the bungalow looked pretty nice—it had a tranquil, beachy vibe. The ceiling looked cavernous as it hadn’t been sealed off—large wooden beams crisscrossed above head height. There was the main bedroom with an oversized bed, a second room with some bunk beds, and a decent sized bathroom. No kitchen though. Adam had seen a communal cooking area near the pool and there was also a restaurant as well.

After glancing at the information packet that Delilah had given him, Adam saw that it offered a buffet breakfast every morning as well as a rotating menu for lunch and dinner. He sighed when he saw that while breakfast was included, lunch and dinner was extra. Adam maintained a faint hope that his meals would be covered under the family expense, but glumly concluded that it was fortunate that Delilah had given him a discount—the money he had saved was probably going to go to feeding himself.

At least the drink prices looked cheap.

Having unpacked his car, Adam decided to explore a bit before finding his family. He wasn’t feeling entirely up to dealing with them just yet. And if the past was anything to go by they probably wouldn’t wonder where he was for quite some time.

Adam took a deep breath in. The air here had a certain property he couldn’t identify. It was crisp and fresh along with being faintly salty from the ocean nearby. It filled Adam with a sense of restless energy. It was ... peculiar.

As he approached the large pool area he saw some of the other Serenity Falls guests for the first time. There were two young women lounging down by the water and another couple further along setting up their space for the day. He guessed the rest of the guests were down at the beach. The two women—a blonde and a brunette—looked to be a few years older than he was. Maybe in their mid twenties. The couple seemed to be a few years older than that, perhaps thirty. The woman looked about six months pregnant.

Adam hadn’t realised he was being overt in looking at the other guests until one of the two younger women—the pretty blonde—smiled and waved at him. He almost ducked down out of sight, but then he stopped himself. Adam hadn’t done anything wrong and he was on holiday. It was about time he loosened up. He gave the two women a sheepish smile and waved back. As he continued on his way, Adam did his best to keep looking at the two girls as he passed them. The brunette was quite cute, but the blonde was damn hot.

Adam missed a step as a surge of arousal swept through him. What the hell? That ... wasn’t normal. He quickly walked out of sight of those at the pool and then adjusted his pants, frowning to himself. He hadn’t been laid since the first week of university—almost a year now—but he couldn’t ever remember having a reaction like that at simply seeing a pretty women in a bikini.

Thankfully, by the time that Adam had reached his parent’s bungalow he had calmed down. The resigned dread of talking to his father about money did wonders for calming down his libido. The young man took a deep breath and then opened the door and went inside.

The first reaction that he got was that this bungalow made the one he was staying in seem like shit. Everything screamed opulence, and from what Adam could see of the bathroom it looked like there was a large spa bath not just a shower.

As was typical, no one paid any attention to him at first. There was his sister talking to their younger cousin, Fiona. There was a guy standing with them that Adam didn’t recognise. He looked to be a few years older than Adam, maybe around Emily’s age. He was quite built, emphasised by an overly tight t-shirt.

Adam saw Fiona’s eyes flicker towards him but she ignored him for now. Adam sighed. A few years back Fiona had been such a sweet girl, always excited to spend time with him. She was only a year younger than he was but ever since she had turned eighteen Fiona had begun to act like she was far too good to be seen with him. Even though she was his cousin, Adam had used to have a bit of a crush on Fiona so this change was doubly cutting. He had never thought to act on it in any way, but Fiona was such a pretty girl—slender body, long dark hair, big blue eyes ... . She had been the only member of his family that seemed to enjoy his company.

But not anymore.

Adam turned his attention to the older adults in the bungalow. His father, John, was talking to his wife and sister-in-law. Or rather, talking at them as was typical for the man. Going grey but still looking fit, Adam’s father seemed to exude the expectation that anything he had to say better damn well be listened to.

Adam’s mother, Erin, had her usual plastered on smile—only her slightly unfocused eyes told him just how little she was paying attention to what her husband was saying. Erin was an extremely attractive women even at forty-two. She had the same champagne-blonde hair that her daughter Emily had inherited, and her body was Emily’s was also—just softened and ripened with age. Erin had married her husband very young and Adam had always suspected that their marriage wasn’t based on mutual love and respect. John tended to treat his wife like an adornment. He seemed to have no real expectations of her except that she keep herself fit and attractive. Adam had often thought that he would be otherwise sympathetic to his mother’s lot in life ... if only she didn’t have that same disinterested mien when talking to him as well. She wasn’t a happy woman and included her own children in her resentment at life.

In contrast Adam’s aunt, Tessa, was a textbook sycophantic people pleaser. At thirty-seven she was five years younger than her older sister and her personality had never really seemed to move past partying and having a good time. Adam had never met his cousin Fiona’s father—in fact he had never heard his aunt ever mention the man.

Adam could vaguely remember a time when his aunt had been nice to him—somewhere around the time when he still had play dates with Fiona. That was far in the past though and she had adopted the family’s universal disdain for him with gusto. It still stung as his aunt Tessa had been Adam’s first major crush.

Tessa’s hair was a darker shade than what her older sister sported—more brown with blonde highlights. She was a little more slender than Adam’s mother, with modest curves that she tried to emphasise with figure-hugging clothing. Her penchant for lazing around in skin-tight outfits was probably why Adam had fixated on her in the first place.

Adam set his shoulders, about to announce himself to his uncaring family when the guy that he didn’t know glanced up and frowned at him.

“Yo, man. Can I help you?”

Adam stared at the stranger. Before he could respond his cousin Fiona looked up. Her face was blank when she saw Adam but then she turned to the built guy, placing her palm on his chest and standing on her toes so she could kiss his cheek.

“Todd, baby. That’s just my cousin. Don’t worry about it.”

Todd paused before laughing loudly. He stepped forward and thrust out his hand to Adam.

“Hey, man. Nice to meet you! Sorry, thought you were lost or something when you just snuck in here.”

Adam pushed down his anger. Why did this stranger act like he had more of a right to be here than him. And he hadn’t missed the adoring smile Fiona had had when she kissed him. He wasn’t aware that Fiona was going to bring a date on their holiday. There was no point in questioning it. His aunt Tessa was the kind of woman who would encourage her young daughter to date an older guy. Adam had only just met Todd and he already hated him. The way Todd was trying to crush his fingers in the handshake wasn’t helping either.

“Yeah, you too. I only just got here. Drove me and Emily up here.”

His sister flashed him an irritated glance from where she was talking to their father. Adam excused himself from Todd, and walked over to his father and sister. He didn’t want to, but felt like it was better to get things over with.

“Hey dad. How are you?”

John turned to his son, expression saying that he wasn’t entirely sure why they were talking.

“Ah. Adam. You made it.”

Adam smiled weakly.

“Yeah. Uh, have to say your bungalow is a lot nicer than ours!”

“Mmm. The benefits of working hard. You get to reward yourself. Remember that, son.”

“Right, right. Uh, Dad. About the bungalows. I didn’t actually know that I would have to pay for it when you arranged the holiday ...”

From behind his father, Adam could see his sister smirking at him. Adam’s father raised an eyebrow.

“And? There’s no such thing as a free ride, son. I thought I had taught you that.”

“Yeah, Adam. You have to learn to make your own way.”

Adam’s temper frayed and he snapped back at his sister.

“Oh, that mean you’re going to pay me back for half the room cost?”

“Adam! Don’t take to your sister like that.”

“Dad—if it’s about paying my own way ... fine. But why doesn’t Emily have to do it too?”

Adam’s father scowled, clearly irritated at having to discuss something he didn’t feel was important.

“Emily has shown me she has learnt that lesson. This holiday is a reward for her achievements. Don’t be petty and begrudge her. It’s not gentlemanly.”

“What achievements are those exactly? Didn’t she drop out to run a website selling cheap knockoffs that are—”

“Do not demean your sister. You will apologise or you will leave.”

Adam flushed. Losing his temper was a mistake, he knew that. But it always went this way. He wish he had known what he had ever done for his family to look down on him like this. When he didn’t respond straight away, his father took a step towards him, scowling.

“Adam ...”

“... sorry.”

Emily laughed lightly. She kissed their father on the cheek, her eyes flashing maliciously at Adam.

“That’s quite alright, baby brother. It’s not your fault you struggle. Daddy, have you been down to the beach yet? Is it as pretty as the website’s photos made it look?”

Emily linked arms with their father as he smiled indulgently down at his daughter. She led him away, leaving Adam alone. Alone in a room full of his family.

“In for a penny ...”

Adam sighed and walked over to where his mother was leaning against a wall, a glass of wine in her hand. Knowing his mother, it definitely wasn’t her first glass of the day.

“Adam.”

“Hey, Mom.”

His mother took sip of wine, flicking her gaze over her son with an air of disinterest.

“Just arrived and already picking a fight with your father. You think you’d learn by now.”

“I wasn’t. I mean, I didn’t mean to. It’s just that I didn’t know I had to pay for my own trip. I wouldn’t have said I’d come if I’d known. It’s pretty expensive here, mom.”

Erin looked at her son, her eyes tired and bored. She glanced to one side and then a rare expression of annoyance flittered across her elegant face. Adam turned to see what she was looking at and then saw that his aunt Tessa had joined his father. Tessa was obviously flirting with her brother-in-law, running her hand along his back and arm, laughing at whatever he was saying. She was wearing a push up bra and made a point of leaning forwards, pressing her cleavage up against him whenever she could.

Adam’s mother drained her glass and put it down on a table with more force than necessary.

“I’ll talk to him.”

Adam gaped in surprise.

“Really? I mean, thanks, mum!”

“No promises, Adam. But it’s not like he’d even notice the added expense. Especially if he’s preoccupied ...”

Adam excused himself from his mother hurriedly. What a mess. He didn’t want to ruin his sudden fortune or, for that matter, involve himself in his mother’s jealousy at her younger sister’s behaviour.

He looked around, wondering if he should even stay. Maybe he could talk to Todd. The guy hadn’t made a good impression but he was better than wading into all the usual familial unpleasantness.

Unfortunately that wasn’t an option either. Adam saw that Emily had inserted herself in between Todd and their cousin Fiona, and was doing her very best to take all of the guy’s attention. Fiona was fuming and practically hanging off of her boyfriend’s arm as he awkwardly looked back and forth between the two girls.

Adam sighed. Just like his sister. Emily couldn’t stand not being the centre of attention and seeing her younger cousin with a boyfriend while she was here alone had clearly been more than she could take.

What a perfect setting for a relaxing holiday. Not. Adam went to the fridge to steal one of his father’s beers. He was already looking forward to going to bed.

Dinner with his family that night had been a mixture of hell and not that bad. It had started out terribly, with his father fuming at whatever his mother had spoken to him about. He had grudgingly, through clenched teeth, told Adam that he would ‘help’ with the accomodation costs. No matter how forced, Adam would take that win any day of the week.

Things had lightened up though as the drinks started flowing. Adam’s parents didn’t seem to care about propriety and soon everyone at the table was noticeably drunk. Adam was the most sober out of them all and he still had a decent buzz going.

Fiona was well on her way to getting completely wasted. She was still annoyed at Emily’s actions by the way she would turn and glare at the older girl every few minutes. Most of her attention was on her boyfriend, Todd. Adam wondered if he was the only one he noticed how his younger cousin’s hand kept wandering under the table to rest on Todd’s crotch. Or maybe it was just that he was the only one who cared.

Emily was sulking at losing out to Fiona and was keeping to herself while gulping down white wine. Adam’s father was sitting between his wife and sister-in-law and seemed to be punishing his wife by returning some of Tessa’s flirtatious behaviour.

It was such an awkward and uncomfortable evening to be a part of that Adam was relieved when people began excusing themselves and wandering off. Adam grabbed one last beer and decided to go on a little wander himself before heading to his bungalow. The night was cool and pleasant and he hadn’t seen much of the grounds yet anyway.

As Adam explored, he noticed that there seemed to be an awful lot of couples dotted around the grounds of Serenity Falls. It appeared as though everyone was finding a quiet little corner—privacy not required—to spend some intimate time together. After almost stumbling across the third couple in various states of undress, Adam decided to head towards the pool area. He had his board shorts on so was thinking he could go for a quick swim before bed.

When he arrived at the pool though, that option quickly vanished from his mind. He hadn’t been the only person to think of spending some time in the pool.

At one end of the large pool, half hidden in the shadows, Adam spotted a couple entwined together in the water. He stared when he recognised them as the two cute girls he had seen by the pool when he had first arrived.

The brunette had the blonde pinned up against the side of the pool, one hand twined in her hair pulling her head back so she could kiss her neck. Adam could just make out her hand moving down between them, slipping down under the blonde girl’s bikini bottoms. The way the blonde was grinding and hunching her hips made it obvious what was going on.

Adam flushed and quickly spun around. It was the hottest thing he had ever seen, but he didn’t want to be called out to being some kind of peeping tom. Unfortunately turning his back on the two girls hadn’t lessened that risk.

There was another couple sitting on the chairs at the other end of the pool. Adam recognised the young couple that had also been here earlier in the day. The woman, noticeably pregnant, was atop her partner and was slowing grinding on him. There was a towel loosely wrapped around her waist so Adam couldn’t tell if she was naked underneath but it still wasn’t something he wanted to be seen staring at. He watched for a moment as the man had his hands resting on the woman’s hips, guiding her slow grinding. He had his head raised so he could bury his face in her breasts. Even though it was a public setting Adam felt like he was the one intruding.

Adam spun on the spot and walked away from he pool area, his dick painfully hard. What the hell was with his place? He would have suspected that this was some kind of sex retreat, except that everything he had read about the place online hadn’t even hinted at it. Even so, it seemed like he couldn’t turn around without seeing someone going at it. In fact, considering how his family had been acting as well ...

Adam shook his head. It was just that it was an isolated and luxurious resort. He had never been on a proper holiday as an adult, but he’d heard this is what people got up to. Still, he would have thought having a soft bed would have been more appealing.

Giving up, Adam decided to just head to his room. He’d explore tomorrow when there was less chance on stepping on a couple having some quality time together. Added to that, it was hard to get the image of the blonde and brunette out of his head. Adam figured if he was lucky Emily wouldn’t be at the bungalow yet and he could have his own private quality time. There was no way he was going to get to sleep any time soon with how horny he was feeling unless he did something about it.

On his way to his bungalow, Adam almost ran over Delilah. She was sitting in a chair in the shadows, half blocking the path. There were large gardens on either side so it wasn’t as if Adam could just go around either. The lush woman was still wearing the same bikini and shirt from earlier, and now that she wasn’t started behind a desk he could get an eyeful of her shapely thighs as she sat cross legged. Her skin seemed to glow in the dim light and she held that same lit pipe loosely in her hand.

Delilah looked up at him, smiling slightly. Her voice was hushed, but still held that throaty note that seemed to drag fingernails across his skin as she spoke.

“Adam. How are you finding your stay with us?”

“It’s uh, very nice.”

Adam turned slightly, trying to hide what he felt was an obvious bulge in his shorts. It was dark but not that dark.

“Mmm. So perhaps not as welcoming as I’d like. But I guess not everything is up to me, is it?”

She smiled at him and Adam returned it weakly. He tried to excuse himself to step around her. This was the shortest way back to his bungalow. Delilah stopped him with a raised hand.

“Perhaps this is not the best route for you to take tonight.”

“... why not?”

Delilah took a long pull on her pipe. She breathed out a heady cloud of floral smoke and gave him a crooked smile.

“You can. But the young couple over there might take it amiss if you stepped on them in the dark.”

Adam paused. He automatically looked past Delilah, peering into the shadows. At first all he heard was the sound of crickets and frogs singing. But then, underneath it all, Adam heard soft moans, quiet sighs. The sound of flesh meeting in urgent thrusts. Adam could just make two figures writhing together on a patch of grass right next to the path he would have taken.

So close. How could they not hear Delilah and himself talking? Surely no one could be that ... preoccupied. Hang on. Adam frowned in realisation. Why was Delilah sitting here, seemingly so at ease while a couple fucked a few feet away from her? Delilah seemed to read his questioning gaze.

“Perhaps I’m guarding them. So that no one interrupts a young pair of lovers on a special night.”

“Are you? Guarding them, I mean.”

Delilah smiled secretively.

“Perhaps.”

Adam stared at the sexy woman. He would have said more but just then a cloud shifted above and moonlight illuminated the couple for a moment. Adam stared as he saw who it was.

Fiona lay underneath Todd on the cold grass. The teen girl had her legs wrapped as far around her much larger boyfriend as she could, her hands clutching desperately at his broad back as he thrust urgently inside her. Fiona’s head was tilted back, her eyes closed and her mouth open wide as she panted—moaning encouragement. Todd’s body almost hid the far smaller girl as he pounded her body into the ground with a force that suggested she’d have bruises the following day.

Adam took a step back. His eyes were locked onto the limited parts of Fiona’s body that he could see. She looked so ... depraved. Sexy. He’d grown up with her, had a crush on her for years. Adam had never dreamt she could look like that.

“You could probably walk past them if you’re quick. I don’t think they’d notice unless you tried to get their attention.”

Adam turned to Delilah in shock.

“What?”

“They won’t notice. Ah, youth. Nothing quite like passionate lust on display to properly round out your night. Well, almost anything.”

Delilah winked at Adam before turning her gaze back towards the young couple fucking in the dark. Adam realised that when he had stumbled across her, Delilah had been watching his cousin and her boyfriend having sex. Not guarding them. She glanced up at him, smiling gently.

Adam fled Delilah’s knowing eyes. It was just too ... weird.

When Adam let himself into his bungalow, despite all his conflicted feelings he was shockingly horny. He rubbed the front of his shorts, feeling just how stiff and hard his dick was. Adam was about to head into the bathroom when he realised he hadn’t been first to make it home tonight.

Adam could hear the shower going and, looking around the room, noticed that Emily had already unpacked all her belongings. From the way they were spread out across the large main bed, his sister had already claimed it as hers. That irritation almost dampened his arousal except that he then heard a small noise coming from behind the closed bathroom door. Barely audible over the sound of running water. It sounded like ... a moan.

Adam, his heart pounding loud in his chest, walked over to the closed door. He wasn’t even sure why he was doing it—he’d never been tempted before—but he knelt down to poor through a narrow crack between the door and the wall. As he pressed his eye to the crack, the bathroom leapt into relief.

Emily was standing nude in the shower, the water cascading over her tanned bare skin. The shower didn’t have a door, just a half wall of glass, and Adam could see his sister in her entirety.

Emily was alone in the shower—almost a surprise considering all Adam had seen that evening—but she was certainly busy. She was leaning slightly forward, facing the shower faucet, with one hand flat against the wall to hold herself steady. The water was falling down over her head, forming a curtain with her long hair around her face. Her free hand was down between her thighs, working furiously.

Adam licked his lips, staring. He couldn’t see what his sister was doing with her hand, but he had a great view of her firm behind. Her ass was shockingly pale against he golden tan of her skin. Emily was clenching her behind, hunching forward rhythmically as she let out soft moans.

Adam couldn’t look away and, without even thinking about it, he yanked down his pants and took his hard dick in his hands. He started to masturbate, rubbing his dick faster and faster, as he stared at his sister pleasuring herself a few feet away. Adam drank in every curve of his sister’s body. She was an absolute bitch to him and if he was honest with himself he hated her—but he had never once pretended that she didn’t have an amazing body.

Emily’s moans grew more pronounced along with the thrusting motions of her hips. Adam could see her heavy breasts as they hung freely as she leant forward. He pumped hid dick faster, trying to stifle his own groans. He had never felt as horny as he did right now. When Emily took her hand off the wall to grip a large breast—squeezing and pinching at her nipple—Adam bit his lip to stop from making a noise as he came.

Adam shuddered as he spurted his come against the bathroom door with enough force that it made an audible splat. His hips jerked and his climax seemed to go on forever. Though it all, Adam never took his eyes off of his sister’s body. She was going through her own orgasm and Adam saw her legs buckle as she only just caught herself before sinking down to the tiled floor of the shower.

Adam panted in relief as he recovered. He’d been so horny all day and his orgasm had been so intense it had felt like he hadn’t come in over a month! His muddled thoughts were interrupted by his sister turning off the shower. Adam realised he was standing outside the bathroom with his shorts around his ankles, with his come splattering the door.

As Emily began to towel herself off, Adam rushed to clean up his mess. He hurriedly wiped down the door, trying to be as quiet as he could. He barely made it into the small second bedroom before he heard his sister exit the bathroom.

Adam heard Emily mutter to herself in annoyance when she realised he was home. For once he didn’t even care. He felt so relaxed after coming that even the thought that he had masturbated to his bitch of a sister couldn’t bring him down.

Still slightly tipsy, Adam crawled into the small single bed—feeling himself begin to drift off before he was even fully under the covers. The sound of Emily stomping around the bungalow couldn’t stop the advent of sleep taking him over. All the strange things that he had seen today ... all the questions he had ... they all faded away, seeming unimportant to him. Maybe this place wouldn’t be all that bad.