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Our Reunion ((closed))

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Morgan finally came out the stall and looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were still slightly flushed and she ran her hands through her hair, giving herself something to do when a guest came inside the bathroom and gave her a casual, friendly smile. She smiled back. John was probably going after the blonde. She wanted to stick with that small shred of hope, so she wouldn't have to see him right now until later.

She opened the door and walked out into the hall and froze when she saw his back. Was he looking for her, she turned quickly and headed for the elevator, pressing the up button urgently. She wished she had a change of clothes right now so he wouldn't spot her easily. Maybe he was leaving the lobby.

She hoped to God he was leaving the lobby. The elevator finally dinged and she perked up, rushing in as soon as the doors slid open and she pressed the button, her gaze all over the golden interior of the elevator. She hoped he wouldn't see her. At least not yet.
 
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It took a few moments but finally the ding of the elevator registered in John's head and he turned around still searching for Morgan. He was too slow though, although he knew someone one in the lift he couldn't tell whom, or what, it was. No matter, he highly doubted that Morgan was the body he saw behind the doors.

He scanned the Lobby a bit more and tried to imagine where someone would go after such an incident. The bar? The airport? Or maybe she hadn't ran off in embarrassment but rather a game...and she was waiting in her room...wishful thinking on John's part.
 
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Morgan walked quickly to her room, fumbling with the hotel room key in the lock before she finally heard the click and pushed the door open. She closed it with her body pressed against the mahogany and closed her eyes. Safe. She was safe. She took a deep breath and walked to the bed, throwing herself down on it.

She thought about what she had done. About kissing John. Kissing her brother. Oh, if their mother had ever seen. Morgan's laughter started off as soft giggling, muffled in the sheets until she was laughing uncontrollably and turned over onto her back. She covered her face with her hands and her laughter subsided to short giggles until silence hovered again.

His lips had felt nice. The soft hairs at his nape, she had liked the touch of it. His body. Morgan swallowed and shook her head. He was her brother. Her brother! What was wrong with her. She was lusting after the wrong person and she was engaged on top of that.
When exactly had she started to entertain such corrupt thoughts? But John didn't harbor those thoughts. He wouldn't. He was a grown man and she was just a sister.
As long as that was understood, she could easily just explain that it had just been playful. The kiss had meant absolutely nothing...
 
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He walked down the hall toward Morgan's room, betting she'd be somewhere else but thought it worth the effort. Besides if she wasn't there he could head to his room, he was a bit jet lagged and knew he could use a hot shower.

He knocked...*clack...clack* ...is rapid succession, them stepped back and wait. While waiting he realized his shirt was still off, and while not that unusual in a beach front resort, he felt it'd be best if he was fully clothed for this occasion, didn't he?
 
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Morgan was still lost in thought, chagrining herself when she heard the knock on her door. She jumped and sat up, looking at the door as if it was something alien. It was him, wasn't it? She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She felt it would be better to ignore his knocks. Then again, she didn't want this situation to perpetuate itself. She would set the record straight and just tell him that her kiss had been just that. A harmless, playful kiss.

She got up and went to the door, her shoulders squared, and opened the door. One hand she kept on the door knob, the other she braced against the door frame. She looked at him then poked her head further out the doorway to look down boths ways of the hall. "Huh," she said and looked up at him, her expression cool as she raised a brow.
"Finished with your blonde friend already? Or did I ruin that for you?" she frowned. "I'm so sorry."

She could keep up this facade if she wanted to. John would ask for an explanation about the kiss and she'd just shrug and laugh, ask him if he actually thought it meant something. Then tease him. Laugh some more then they'd both laugh it off as if nothing had happened.
That sounded good in her head.
 
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When the door opened, with Morgan standing int he frame, John felt a swell of disappointment fall over him. Disappointment not from the fact that she answered but rather that it wasn't any different than one would have expected. John didn't know it before just this moment but somewhere, deep in his subconscious, John had hoped that Morgan would have greeted him like the opening scene of a C class, late night Cinemax, skin flick...wearing something small, revealing and housing a woman dripping in lust and desire.

He recovered quickly, however. "Finished, no, barely even started really. Truth is that really isn't my type." He walked himself into Morgan's room. "And no...if anything, judging by the look she gave after you walked off, I think you only made her more interested.
 
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He walked right inside, forcing her to step back even though she really didn't want to let him in. She expelled a heavy breath, strands of her hair floating up from the light wind. She closed the door behind her and walked to the bed, sinking back down in the same position, her feet crossed beneath her as she looked at him.

She raised her brow. Not his type? She scoffed, that wasn't her initial thought when she'd caught their exchanged glances. She smiled when he mentioned the blonde seeming more interested after she'd...she didn't finish that thought.
"I told you it works like a charm," she winked at him. "But it's such a waste since she's not your type. What's wrong with her? She's gorgeous and sexy," she said with a shrug, trying to understand him.

How could he know she was not his type? Or did he not like the type that came on too strong?
 
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"Blonde, for starters" John sank down into the large leather chair in the corner opposite the bed. "I'm more of 'the girl next door type...not the made do plastic and make up type".

His mind churned, trying to think up other excuses...but they eluded him and he certainly couldn't give her the real reason why he wasn't interested.

"Plus, I figured we suppose to be bonding, that was the whole idea, right?
 
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"Ahh, I see," she nodded. "You don't like make up? Not even a little?" she asked, looking at him. She liked using a little mascara sometimes, a little foundation and lipstick. It enhanced her otherwise dull features, not that she thought she was ugly. But she could become dependent on it sometimes. His opinion mattered to her too. For a reason she really didn't want to acknowledge.

"Bonding?" she blinked at him and nodded. Morgan wanted to ask him if he had liked the kiss. She almost wanted to talk about it. Almost wanted to walk up to him and do it again. He was an attractive man and there was something very alluring about him. Such was her luck. "Yeah, that's the idea."

Morgan got up and went to her luggage, she hadn't unpacked since reaching here and she wanted to change. She bent over and rifled through the clothes, picking out an oversized t-shirt. She was most comfortable in big tees and she felt a little hot and the t-shirt was thin.

"Give me a sec," she went into the bathroom, pulling up the door and pulled off her top then took her shorts off, pulling the shirt over her head. She came back out to him.
"So, you were saying?" she sat back down on the bed. "Do you want me to get anything for us to drink?"
 
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John stated at Morgan curiously as she walked back into the room. The thin, baggy shirt was alluring; it draped over he curves in a slightly teasing manner and the thinness of the fabric made it easy to see ever last ebb and flow of her frame. John couldn't tell if she was purposely doing these things or if she was oblivious to the way she had just presented herself to him.

"Make up is fine" John tried to stay focused on the conversation and not the figure sitting on the bed across from him "I'm just not into extremely high maintenance women." Pausing for an awkward moment.

"Sure, I'll have a drink...I could use the stress relief and after all this is vacation"
 
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"High maintenance," she pondered on that a moment and was about to respond to it when she remembered his operative word was actually "extremely" high maintenance, so she waved her hand as if dismissing his response. "So you just love the average girl, I'll keep that in mind when I mingle with the women here." She only teased. She knew John didn't need any help from her to get a woman if he really wanted one. "So what do you think of me, then? Am I someone you'd date?" she asked. "Just for conversation's sake," she added matter-of-factly with a light shrug.

She took up the receiver from the phone hook and called for room service, ordering chilled wine with two wine glasses. She looked at him, "You don't mind wine do you? And come here." She scooted back on the bed, still kneeling, as she looked at him.
"I have some good stress relief for you," she smiled.
 
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He wasn't the biggest fan of wine but smiled politely at Morgan. "Oh I don't know, average i suppose" his eyes focusing on the thin fabric of her less than restrictive baggy shirt.

"Do think you're my type!?!?" he tried to hide his true feelings. "I suppose...I mean who wouldn't be impressed with a slender frame and a nice set of..." The words faded from John's lips and began to be created without 'outsider' Information.

"What exactly do you have for me, John. Questioned?"
 
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She blinked at him when he blurted out her question, as if what she said was preposterous. She tried to remain aloof and stop the laughter that tickled her stomach. He was acting strange but at the same time, Morgan found him adorable. "It's just a question. Don't give yourself a stroke over it," she said with a light laugh.

Her brow quirked up when he trailed off his answer and she gave him a questioning look. "A nice pair of what?" She looked down at her body, trying to answer that for herself. Wait, it wouldn't take a genius to figure out what John was talking about. Morgan rolled her eyes at herself then smiled at John. "Why don't you want to say it? I didn't take you to be the modest type. And you won't know unless you come to me now, will you?"

Morgan dragged herself off the bed when three soft knocks came at the door. She opened the door and the server wheeled in a tray; two wine glasses on the side and a wine bottle. She smiled at him, thanked him and closed the door after him when he left.

She opened the bottle and poured them both a glass. Her portion was more than his and she gave him his glass then set back on the bed. Wine had become a drink of habit when she had started going out with Jared. Occasionally she'd drink beverages without alcoholic content but that seldom happened. Since she'd acquired the taste for alcohol, she found she liked it more than she thought she would have.

"Come to me. The wine can only do so much," she said. She wasn't sure about John but wine always helped her to unwind. And if that wasn't enough, she'd go for something harder or just resort to water and ice cream.
 
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"Well, a nice pair of tits..." He had hoped to avoid finishing that statement, particularly since the words he chose weren't the most elegant, but since Morgan asked he responded. "...and yes, if we are being honest, you are someone I'd date, at least from an aesthetics point of view."

John got up from the chair and walked over to the edge of the bed. He sipped his wine as he sat down and continued to talk.

"Aesthetics" he repeated "honestly, I've been staring all day." He looked over his shoulder at her and couldn't help but give her body a once over while he talked.

"Why are you interested in someone's view of you?" He prodded her a bit "I mean, Jared has you snatched up. And if we are digging into each others types...what's yours?"
 
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"Ogling your sister? Kinky guy," she teased and came closer behind him, her palms smoothing up his back and she gripped his shoulders then started working her fingers and thumbs into his skin, feeling his taut muscles. She looked down his back and her hands spread across his broad shoulders before she went back to massaging him. She liked his body and it took more than willpower not to press herself against his back. That would be such an uncharacteristic move, and wholly inappropriate. She still wanted to though.

"Not interested really," she lied, "just curious about what you like." Which was true. It was a half-lie and half-truth. And her ego was more than boosted from his confession of finding her attractive. The way he'd also looked over her body affected her; had made her chest tighten. If it was left up to him, would he kiss her on his own will? Morgan would have liked it if he did...and it was getting harder not find her entire attraction to her brother immoral. Could she even call him that since they hadn't even been close - hadn't even seen each other for ten years until now.

"My type? Well as long as the guy's attractive then that's always a plus. But I'm more into a guy for his personality; smart, witty. You know, a whole lot of other things you wouldn't be interested in hearing." She wrapped her hands around his chest, pressing herself to him. "But aesthetically," she repeated what he said, smiling at him and facing him, "I'd date you." She patted his hard chest, her fingers idly playing with his chest hair.
 
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Morgan's hands felt good running over his back and shoulders but it did little to relieve any pent up anxiety. John had been to a masseuse, he knew the routine, and this didn't feel like relaxation - it felt like foreplay. Was John's head playing games with him?

The sweet floral smell of Morgan again made it to his nose, John inhaled deeply. "Ogling your sister" kept rattling around in his head, and now that Morgan said it John knew that he had, in fact, been doing so.

"Kinky guy" - It didn't sound like Morgan was offended by the thought and the more John thought about it the more he was interested. He actually liked the idea of doing something frowned up. Morgan was young, Morgan was engaged, Morgan was his sister - all 3 facts made her all that more tempting.

With Morgan pressed against his back John was unable to resist his better judgement - or maybe he just didn't want to - and turned his head towards Morgan's face, used his head to nudge her chin up slightly and then pressed his lips against hers. He left them there for a few seconds, not aggressively but not cautiously either.
 
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He was going to kiss her. Morgan felt it. She should have pushed away from him and change the subject, do something to change how intimate the atmosphere became. But she didn't. She allowed him to nudge her chin up; allowed him to kiss her because she wanted him to. She closed her eyes and her hands ran up his shoulders, holding on to him.

When he pulled back, she looked at him then glanced at his lips. Her thumb brushed over his lips and she tilted her head, kissing him. It started as a gentle, chaste kiss then slowly became deeper. Her tongue traced his lower lip then she nipped at it with her teeth.

About to turn him so she could straddle him, her phone rang and she pulled back quickly from him as though someone had actually stepped in and interrupted them. She swallowed and moved away. "I should get that," she mumbled and reached for her phone on the table beside the bed. It was Jared, and her heart sank to some degree. She didn't want to answer it but still took the call.
 
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John tasted Morgan, a sweetness lingered from her lips and tongue. The slight nibble on his lower lip was what flicked the switch for John, what had started out almost experimentally changed to lustful from the pressure applied by Morgan's teeth. His hands wanted wanted to grab her, pull her in front of him and explore her body.

He wanted her to ignore the phone, but before he could grab Morgan she broke away from him towards nightstand and he wasn't think clearly enough to tell her to leave it on the night stand. He sat on the edge of the bed, not willing to get up yet because of his hardening manhood.

He waited for a few minutes, then stood up, a visible bludge behind the zipped of his shorts, and walked towards the balcony not wanting eavesdrop on Morgan's conversation.
 
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He was only calling to check up on her, Jared told her. She laughed half-heartedly when he joked with her on the phone and filled her in on all the snails, frogs and insects he'd been forced to try at the dinner party in China. She almost gagged at the thought and told him, he was making her sick that she wouldn't want to kiss him until he cleansed his mouth for forty days and forty nights. She glanced over her shoulder when John got up and started moving towards the balcony. She bit her lip and sighed, wishing Jared hadn't called.

The conversation ended after he told her he'd be returning two weeks from now and she told him she couldn't wait to see him. Putting the phone back on the night table, she got up and went to John.
"Hey, you okay?" she asked and leaned against the wooden railing, looking up at him. She thought she saw traces of disappointment on his face. She was disappointed too. But mostly guilty.

She almost told him it was Jared but didn't bother to fill him in on those details. She was sure he didn't care to hear about her fiance and whatever they had spoken about over the phone.
 
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John smirked as he listened to Morgan's question.

"Yeah, I'm great" he replied. Which was truthful but he was also turned on and was a little uncomfortable knowing that his sister was what had done it.

He stared out the window and down onto the beach where he could still see the blonde from earlier this morning sunbathing. "You know, my blonde is still down there" turning towards Morgan, his hands in his pockets "maybe you need some time to yourself?!?!" He almost taunted her and then gave her and the loose fitting t-shirt a quick once over.
 
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Morgan wasn't sure if John was trying to make her jealous and her eyes almost narrowed up at him. "I thought you didn't like the blonde," she said and arched a brow. She pushed away from the railing and shrugged at him as she started walking away, making a point of brushing against him. "No matter, you can go to her if you want a receptacle for your needs. She's willing. I won't stop you."

"Plus you can't have me anyway," she looked over her shoulder at him and winked. He could though, if he wanted. She really didn't want to make it easy for him; neither did she want to admit that she really wanted him herself. No, it'd probably be better to let him go have his fun and not play with him. It was wrong anyway. She still couldn't quite get the image out her head of him grabbing her and throwing her down on the bed. Not giving her a choice but to give herself to him.

She went up on her bed and reached for the wine bottle, pouring herself another glass then looked at him as she took a sip. "Well? Are you going to her or not?"
 
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He followed Morgan to the bed, standing at the foot of it while Morgan crawled around frivolously, filled her glass and stayed kneeling in the center of the bed, sipping wine.

"Oh?" He questioned her. "I'm pretty sure I could have you, if I wanted"

John looked at her harder than before, almost like she was prey, he was an alpha-male and when he was told he couldn't have something it just made him want it more; and Morgan flippant resistant made him need her. John stood looking, for what seemed like an eternity but was really only a few seconds and, without waiting for her witty retort, grabbed her from the center of the bed and pulled her to him.

With Morgan still kneeling, but now only inches from him, John leaned his head down and kissed Morgan. At first it was just her bottom lip, but the next kiss guided Morgan's lips apart and John's tongue slipped between them and toyed with hers. His right hand moved from its grip on the outside of her arm and slid upwards slowly until John's hand was wrapped gently around Morgan's neck but still acting as a reminder that he was in control. He then squeezed a bit tighter and pulled Morgan, by her neck, closer to his body and into the kiss
 
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She snorted a laugh and was about to answer when he grabbed her. Luckily for her - and the sheets - she'd finished the wine before he reached for her. Morgan blinked up at him in surprise, and tried to pull away from him. She never expected anything like this from him; his hard and lustful gaze, and his use of force. She looked at him, thinking of something to say but words failed her.

She stiffened when he kissed her and tried to push him away. Didn't he care that she had a fiance? She had just been talking to him. How could that not phase him? The very fact that she was his sister...
But he didn't care about that. She didn't want to care either. She stopped trying to be unresponsive to his kiss and wrapped her hands around him when his tongue slid inside her mouth.

She kissed back, holding the back of his head and pulling him closer as she leaned into him, flattening her breasts against his chest, through the thin cloth of her shirt. She tried to take control of the kiss, but he wouldn't let her. She bit down on his lip hard so he could stop and move away.

Morgan gave him a half smile as she moved back, away from him and lifted her shirt over her head. The voice of her conscience became nothing but a whisper, fading to silence; becoming one of lust. She didn't care anymore about hurting anyone. Sure, her conscience would come to bite her in the ass later. But right now, she wanted John.
 
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John's lip stung from Morgan's bite and he had half a mind to grab her and punish for her display of force, but he liked that she was feisty. He liked that she'd at least make an effort to control the situation. Additionally, as he was recovering Morgan slipped out of her shirt, revealing her young tight body and as she did John lost all semblance of his original train of though.

Morgan stood kneeling in the middle of the hotel's room bed, her breasts sitting high on her chest, perfect temptation in a slightly disturbing situation. Her legs were slightly spread and John licked his lips as he pondered what was in store for him.

Then the situation turned surprising more real than it had been in the previous hours.

"Come here" he told Morgan, and as he did, his member started to thicken in his shorts. He knew he was asking Morgan to prepare herself for him. He knew that he'd be in her and what seemed harmless a few moments ago turned questionable. Could he ruin an engagement? Was he really listing over his sister?
 
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She smiled at him, loving the dark and lustful look on his face. There was something absolutely appealing about it and it attracted her to him more. She shook her head and moved back on the bed, lying on her back. She rolled her hips and toyed with the elastic of her lacy panties.
"No, you come to me."

Morgan looked down at his shorts and bit her lip, seeing the evidence of his arousal. She used her foot to lightly rub over his crotch and smiled at him. "And you need to take that off. I want to see..." She trailed off and brought her knees together.
 
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