My brother, Adam, and I had always been close. He was older than me by just a few months, so we had been through all the phases and milestones of life together. Now, aged twenty five, Adam was set to marry the love of his life, Jessica.
He met Jess whilst on holiday and hit it off with her right away. Once home, both of them took turns making the hour long journey to see each other, and now, five years down the line, Adam had popped the question.
Jessica was great. It was important to Adam that his partner got on with our family. Jess never had a problem on that front; immediately we became friends almost as if we'd known each other fo years. Jess was down to earth, funny and had a very sweet heart. She was already a sister to me by the time Adam was ready to make it official.
The wedding arrangements were underway. I was left with the heavy duty of organising the Hen-Do, the last hurrah for us to send Jess off in style; with plenty of alcohol and a couple male strippers. We were going to have a week in Vegas. I wanted nothing less than the best to make it a week we would never forget. Little did I know, it certainly wouldn't be a week Jess nor I would ever forget.
After we had travelled across the pond and into Vegas, I had arranged a limo to take us to our swanky hotel, sipping champagne taking in the beautiful weather and sites from the view of the back of a pimped out limo. I could get used to this. We unpacked, had a group hug, dolled ourselves up and headed out to the casino for the first night, much of which was a blur. What I do know is how much fun it was. The next day, we were all on cloud nine, stunned by how great the week had started. Jess and I shared cocktails at the hotel bar and chatted life away, I was excited for tonight. I hid this from Jess. Tonight was the stripper.
We arrived at the club at around 7.30pm and we were already merry from the alcohol. After more drinks, watching a mixture of men and woman dance suggestively on poles, Jess' name was announced. Greeted by a wave of laughter from me and the other girls. Jess buried her head in her hands, not only had we dressed her in the cliché wedding dress, now she was going to be gyrated on by a man in a latex policeman outfit. The drink gave her the confidence to get on stage and sit on the chair, otherwise she would have ran out of the building altogether.
The lights dimmed, the music changed, a spotlight hit the floor revealing the stripper; all of our mouths hit the floor. He was magnificent, abs on abs on abs, chiselled jaw-line, the works. Jess glanced over at us and smirked, we laughed knowing that she might not be seeing this as such a bad idea after all.
The stripper danced towards Jess and began to dance all over her, we were howling and whistling. He raised her arms above her head and nestled his face into her neck. We were loving this. He moved away from her removing his black latex shorts, he had one hell of a bulge – helped by a sock no doubt. He continued his dance, I can't describe how funny it was for us, the laughs masked how excited we were by this stripper, despite this being very tongue-in-cheek, he was very good. Shit I was a little horny just watching never mind how Jess must be feeling.
The stripper stepped back again, tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his tight white briefs and pulled them off. There was no sock. I covered my mouth to stop myself gasping. The other girls let out an audible "Wow." Jess just couldn't avert her gaze, none of us could; his cock was massive.
As his dance came to a close he gyrated his pelvis, his cock bouncing right in front of Jess. How she resisted just reaching out for a feel I'll never know. After the dance, we retreated back to our hotel for some recovery. As I was sharing a room with Jess we shared a drink together before bed.
I always knew Jess was very pretty, but in my drunken and slightly aroused state, I finally took greater notice. Her soft light brown hair fell just at her shoulder blades. Her greenish brown eyes were piercing, perfectly setting her pretty face, with her cutesy dimples adding even more to the girl-next-door look she had. Her petite body was to die for, sharing a room with her had its perks, each time she changed into her pyjamas I caught a glimpse of her underwear-clad body. Slim, pale soft skin, perky bottom and pert breasts that I could only imagine were perfect. I noticed the smallest of details, the dimples on her back, the small butterfly tattoo on her side. I had never seen Jess in any way other than a sister, but in this moment, I couldn't stop my imagination forming a picture of her nude body.
"What... What's that noise?" I said to myself half awake. My eyes slowly adjusted to the dark, "Is she?" I couldn't believe my eyes, illuminated by the light from her phone I could see Jess with her earphones in. Faintly, I could make out what was playing... it was porn: Jess was masturbating in the bed opposite me.
She had thrown the covers to the bottom of the bed, convinced I was fast asleep. She had a hand inside her loose fitting pink silk pyjama bottoms, and she was gently rubbing her pussy. I tried to see what she was watching but had no luck in making it out. I could just see two figures one sprawled out and being fucked by the other. I could make out a large cock thrusting, presumably, the dance I had arranged had got her going and now she needed to put her imagination at rest.
She began to pick up the speed, biting her lip to stop herself from moaning too loudly, unaware that I was watching. Hearing the wet sounds of her pussy lips, her heavy horny breathing. I just wished she was bold enough to remove her pyjama top, the view I had was vague and impossible to find detail. I had a clear view of her face because of how she was holding her phone, the rest was just shadow, but my imagination helped me on that front, my eyes saw a vague image my brain filled in the rest.
I had slipped my own hand into my panties, I was so horny, unable to resist touching myself with the sights and sounds coming from Jess' bed. I could tell Jess was getting close, she began to writhe on the bed, spreading her legs wider to grant her wandering hand better access. She opened her mouth wide, muting as much noise as possible releasing just a gentle moan as she clearly shuddered in climax. I joined her, quickly bringing myself to orgasm, I was so worked up it wasn't exactly hard. As she relaxed and removed her hand from her pyjama bottoms, I pretended to be sleeping as she went to the bathroom presumably to clean herself up.
"Holy shit," I said to myself, "That was so hot." I couldn't believe my luck with what I had just seen, and I couldn't stop myself from picturing Jess and me together in bed, having sex. I had the worst sleep of my life that night, I masturbated again whilst Jess was sound asleep clearly content with herself. I brought myself to my second climax and went to the toilet to clean myself up and grab a glass of water hoping to get at least some sort of sleep.
The next morning I acted like everything was normal. We got on with our day as usual, Jess none the wiser as to what I had seen. As true Brits, we were committed to spending as little time as possible sober, so the drinking continued throughout the day and into the night. After a day of gambling and drinking, Jess and I found ourselves alone in a nightclub toilet. She was in a cubicle, whilst I was touching up my make-up. We were chatting casually, until Jess, most likely due to the drink, changed the subject. "I don't know what's been wrong with me these past couple days, I'm just horny all the time." I giggled girlishly, shocked at what Jess had just said. She chuckled, "I know it's random but I'm not even joking, I know exactly what's on the menu as soon as I get home to Adam."
"Too much information." I recoiled.
Jess laughed, "Sorry, I always forget he's your brother, I love how close we are."
"Me too you little sweetheart." I smiled, completely agreeing with her, I valued her friendship so much.
Jess stepped out of the cubicle and washed her hands, "We just need to find you a man so we can all go on cute double dates." I smirked. Here we go, trying to ship me off again, Jess had been throwing potential partners at me since the day I met her. "I'm perfectly fine as I am," I replied.
"Sure you are, but imagine how cute a family we would be if you had a guy on your shoulder too," Jess joked, I just gave a sarcastic grin in reply. "You're not short of options Christy, geez most men would kill to get a chance with you."
"Shut up," I joked to conceal my embarrassment.
"I'm serious, look at yourself, stunning eyes, curves to die for, your boobs are big but they don't sag because of how pert they are, a nice toned love heart shaped ass. If it wasn't for Adam I'd fuck you!" We laughed, I blushed; Jess was very drunk.
"You've never seen my boobs what are you talking about." I continued laughing, masking that I was probing her, why would she notice these things?
"We share a room Christy, duh. When you wear that white t-shirt with no bra, it's loose enough so your boobs just hang. It's so sexy." Jess laughed.
Was she looking at me in the same way I looked at her yesterday? Was her drunken arousal planting seeds in her imagination? I shook these thoughts from my brain and stopped the conversation, "Come on, let's go back in and see the others."
"You go first, those jeans hug your arse so well, I wanna watch it sway." We laughed again, she wouldn't let up, but it was all fun and games.
We re-joined the others and enjoyed the rest of our night before retreating back to the hotel. I put the drunken Jess into bed, "Kiss me goodnight sis." I laughed her off and began to make my way to my bed, "Pretty please just a peck to show how much we love each other."
"Fine," I grumbled, before moving back to Jess and planting a peck on her cheek.
"A proper one I mean, don't you love me?" she joked.
I chuckled, "Okay you drunken mess." I leaned back in and went to give her a peck on the lips, but Jess stuck out her tongue leaving me to kiss her tongue. "You're vile," I said reeling from the kiss, met by a wall of laughter from Jess, her laughs eventually subsided as she fell asleep.
Her phone buzzed on the bedside table. It was Amy, one of the other girls - a friend of ours who was also on this adventure with us. She was thanking her for bringing her along saying how great it is, mainly because of the fact she had brought a different guy back to her hotel room every night.