Puerto Vallarta: Close Call
On our 4th day, I planned to take a yoga class at the hotel. I take yoga regularly back home, but with studying and seeing my brother-in-law, I hadn’t gone in a while. I wanted my sister to join me (my brother-in-law encouraged her saying he’d watch the baby), but she declined.
On my way to the class, my brother-in-law intercepted me in the hallway going from my room to the elevator. Guiding me back, he said he had a few yoga poses he wanted me to demonstrate back in my room. He told my sister he was going to work out. She was in their room putting their son down for a nap, while her husband was in my room fucking me for the 2nd time that day. Earlier he’d been to my room, as he had the 2 previous days, when she thought he was out for an early morning run.
While I was getting plowed by my brother-in-law, what we didn’t know was my nephew was being fussy and my sister decided to take him for a walk hoping the motion of the stroller would lull him to sleep.
After an intense fucking, we showered together before parting. I went to the gift shop and he returned to their room. Stunned does not begin to describe my shock at seeing my sister out with the baby. Shock turned to horror when she told me she been to the yoga class. Luckily by the time she got there the class had ended and the studio was empty. When she told me afterwards she went to my room thinking that’s where I’d be, I’m not sure how she didn’t see the look of overwhelming fear on my face. I was shaking I was so nervous. Had she heard us, more precisely heard my screams while her husband slammed me with dick? Incredibly, she said she knocked but didn’t get an answer. I didn’t know what to make of it.
The were a couple of horrific possibilities. She could have heard us or she could have seen us leaving my room after our fuck session. My mind was in overdrive. For sure, my sister wouldn’t have been calmly telling me of her travels that afternoon if either of those possibilities were true. It wasn’t until my brother-in-law appeared that it all began to come together.
When she casually told him what she told me, his lack of surprise stunned me. Looking at me, as innocently as his son sleeping in the stroller, he asked if I’d gone to my room after yoga. Playing along, I said I had. Then he asked, if I’d showered. Remembering showering with him, again I said I had. That’s when he deducted my sister must have come to my room while I (we) were in the shower. There it was. The only logical explanation. She wouldn’t have heard the shower and we wouldn’t have heard her knocking.
Although my sister didn’t question it, I was shaken by the incident. Us being in the shower when she came knocking was a very lucky break. We had never come so close to being discovered.
Despite the close call, my brother-in-law was back in my room again that night. He gave my sister the same story he had the past 3 days, he was going to the gym. She believed he had already worked out that afternoon (while I was supposedly taking yoga), so he told her it was a very light workout and he was going back for more intense and thorough one.
In my room, he could tell I was still shaken by what almost happened earlier. He calmed me by telling me it was obvious my sister wasn’t suspicious. And, because she didn’t suspect anything she wasn’t questioning anything. Me being in the shower when she came to the room made sense and it was true. It was clear from her reaction, she didn’t know nor suspect he was with me. And, when he tells her he’s going to the hotel gym, she believes it because she has no reason not to. He made me feel better about the whole thing.
He said I needed to stop thinking about it, offering his balls for me to lick as the perfect solution to help me change focus. I accepted the invitation and afterwards he gave me a relentless fucking. The 3rd fucking I had from him that day. By the time he left, the close call with my sister seemed much less ominous. (May 2018)
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