Page 53 of Date and Switch

“No question she is your sibling.” I chuckled and handed Sera her iPad.

It wasn’t exactly balmy outside, but it was temperate enough that people could still enjoy their balconies. I took a blanket and made myself comfortable outside to give Sera some privacy with her sister. I returned to my earlier fantasy, picturing what a holiday with her family looked like. I imagined it would be loud and boisterous, full of board games and feigned calls of cheating. I’d played enough rounds of Uno with Sera to know that she takes losses very seriously, and imagined the rest of her family to be the same.

Penn and I certainly made holidays interesting, but our parents were more concerned with etiquette and proper table manners. Holidays were more obligatory. I’d never asked Penn where he spent the holidays this year, and wondered off hand if our parents spent them alone. It would have been the first time since we were born that they didn’t have either of us with them.

I felt Sera’s presence at the patio door before I heard her push it open. Being around her felt like a sigh that flit through my entire bloodstream.

“Did you have a good call with your sister? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah.” She scampered the three steps to where I sat, scooting under my blanket, and arranging herself between my legs. “Xander came by her work yesterday. He wanted to talk to her and tell her how sorry he was.”

“Fuck him.” I huffed, earning a warm smile from Sera.

“Apparently he caused a huge scene. So much so that security was called, and Felicity was so shaken by all that transpired she had to call Rex to come and get her.

“Have I thanked you for all of this?” she asked, motioning towards the ink black sky.

“Well, the stars are quite pretty,” I ran my nose down the slope of her neck, “but they came out all on their own. I had nothing to do with it.”

“I’m talking about the vacation, and you know it.” She melted against me with a shiver that had nothing to do with the chill. “You’ve done so much for me. And I can’t remember if I’ve ever said thank you.”

“Angel, you say thank you every day. In your smiles,” I kissed along her shoulder, finding any piece of exposed skin I could, “the swoony way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention, the way you reach for my hand any time we start walking somewhere. How you always have me top of mind, even when you’re chatting with other people on this ship. You’ve networked and introduced me to at least two dozen people with whom will be supremely beneficial to Penn and me as we expand the hotels. If anyone should be saying thank you, it’s me, sunshine. For showing me every day what it feels like to be held in the center of someone’s orbit.”

“I really do love you Bryce.” She turned so we were face to face. “I don’t think it’s just a vacation fling thing. What I feel for you—it feels different.”

Offhand I wondered if Felicity said something to her or if she’d overheard conversations between Penn and me. She felt like heaven in my lap and I didn’t want to disrupt that feeling for any conversations about overbearing family members.

I was torn between wanting to lay her out and properly thank her for all her angelic merits, and adding a little bit of heat into an overabundance of sweet. I cupped her pussy, feeling the outline of her shapely clam against my palm. No panties beneath those leggings. With a firm press she opened for me, bearing down and riding against the friction my hand provided.

She was so lost in the magnetic pull of the tension rising inside of her, that she appeared totally unfazed by the snick of the sliding glass door of one of our neighbors. I worked her leggings down just far enough for me to get my dick inside her. She faced away from me and looked out to the sea.

Just as I impaled her, I covered her mouth and whispered in her ear, “We have company Angel. Don’t make a peep otherwise someone next door is going to know you’re getting pounded out here in the open for anyone to see and hear.”

The muscles of her pussy strangled my cock. They fisted me so hard I struggled getting it back out. The conversation had been jovial in nature, but given how her pussy refused to let me go, she dug the subtle edge of potentially being heard. I kicked it up a notch. I held her hips, spread wide over my lap and pushed up into her with purpose.

“Hold on to that railing, Angel, and don’t make a sound. Unless of course you want everyone to know what we’re doing up here.”

Her hard clit begged for attention. I flicked it with fervor, loving how with each rotation of her hips, her insides sucked at my cock even harder. I pressed her forward, watching myself scissor in and out, fighting to hold on to the remaining vestiges of control.

“Can you hear them?” I whispered, loving the sound of my skin slapping against hers. “They’re talking about all the stops we’ve missed. They’re wondering where we’re going next. Such a normal conversation. They’re none the wiser to what’s happening right here. You’re going to be good though. I know you will. Because that’s who you are, right? The good, sweet Sera. What would I need to do to get you to lose control? To shout out your orgasm for everyone to hear? Fuck the consequences. Is that something that would turn you on?”

She looked over her shoulder at me, panting, her lips slightly askew as she rode me.

“I’m already there.”

I ran my hand down the slope of her back, my thumb brushing along her tailbone, dangerously close to her tantalizing little bud. She bit back a moan, throwing her head back while she luxuriated in our coupling.

“You’re so perfect sweetheart. I love everything about you. Are you going to come for me? Let’s go together, what do you say?”

I covered her mouth, pushing her hips against mine and driving into her for the final few pumps, feeling her shake and spasm around me.

“Tell me, Sera. I want to hear you say it.”

“I love you, Bryce.” She gasped, still flexing to chase the tail end of her orgasm.

thirty-four

During these long stretches at sea, Bryce and I began attending sunrise yoga with the rest of our dinner group. Typically, the eight of us spent the session dissolving into giggles because one or more of us were not limber enough to do even the most basic of poses. It however, became something we looked forward to.

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