Their parents hadn’t even bothered to spring for a third hotel room so she and her brother could have separate rooms. They were old enough for it not to be a problem, but also old enough for it to be a little weird to be sharing a room, with one bed, with her brother. Huffing quietly, she shifts around in the bed, pushing the sheets down her body as she’s far too warm to need them right now. None of this would be awkward if she didn’t know what her brother looked like naked, or how good he was in bed. Or maybe she’s just too damn hormonal for this shit. She debates breaking out the toy she’d brought with her, thinking she was going to have her own room to use said toy as she pleased, but with that not being the case and with her brother being right there.... “The fuck, Ivy,” she groans quietly at herself, rolling over onto her side, facing away from him, as she tries to ignore the ache between her thighs. @fidelisxdmortem