Jake slammed the hotel room door behind them, the cheap lock clicking loud in the quiet hallway. Their parents were two floors down, asleep after the family reunion dinner. Emma kicked off her heels and flopped onto the king bed, her short black dress riding up her thighs.
"Truth or dare," she said, grabbing the half-empty bottle of vodka from the minibar. "Like we used to, but we're not kids anymore."
Jake poured two shots. "Fine. Truth. Did you fuck that guy from the bar last night?"
Emma grinned dirty. "Yeah. He bent me over in the stairwell and pumped my pussy till I came on his cock. Your turn. Dare."
They went back and forth, the game heating fast. Shots burned down their throats. Emma dared him to strip. Jake stood, dropped his pants, his thick cock already half-hard and swinging. Emma licked her lips.
"Dare," she said next. "Make me do something nasty."
Jake's voice came out rough. "Take off that dress and spread your legs. Show me your cunt."
Emma stood, peeled the dress over her head, no bra, tiny black thong soaked through. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and slid it down, then climbed back on the bed, knees wide. Her shaved pussy glistened.
"Look at it," she said. "My own brother staring at my wet slit."
Jake's cock jerked full hard. He stroked it slow. "Dare. Finger yourself while you watch me jerk off."
She slid two fingers between her lips, rubbing her clit in circles, then pushing them inside with a wet sound. "Fuck, Jake. This is wrong. We're family. But my pussy's dripping for it."
The game kept going, dirtier each round. Jake dared her to suck his cock. Emma crawled over, wrapped her lips around the head, and took him deep, gagging when he hit her throat. She bobbed fast, spit running down his shaft while her fingers kept working her own hole.
"Truth," she gasped when she pulled off. "You want to fuck your sister?"
Jake grabbed her hair. "Dare. Get on all fours."
Emma turned, ass up, face down on the sheets. Jake knelt behind her, rubbed his cockhead through her slick folds, then shoved in hard. She cried out as he filled her, balls deep in one thrust. "Goddamn, your pussy's tight," he growled, gripping her hips. He fucked her rough, skin slapping, her juices coating his cock every time he pulled back.
Emma pushed back to meet him. "Harder, brother. Pound my incest cunt." He slammed into her, one hand reaching under to rub her clit fast. She came first, pussy clenching and squirting around him, moaning loud enough the neighbors might hear.
Jake flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and drove in again. "Gonna fill you up," he grunted. "Shoot my load deep in my sister's pussy." Emma clawed his back, begging for it. He buried himself to the hilt and came, hot pulses flooding her, some leaking out around his shaft.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard, sweat-slick. Emma smiled up at him. "New rule. The game never ends while we're in this hotel."
