Condo Hero
by Anonymous
Copyright© 2025 by Anonymous
Erotica Sex Story: Two cousins find themselves alone at their family’s condo in Mexico after their parents are delayed, and so the erotica begins...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Drunk/Drugged Incest Cousins Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Size Small Breasts .
My cousin Linda and I are about the same age. We have always gotten along, those few times each year we get together. It’s usually during the holidays or for a wedding that we talked a little. She kissed me once years ago under the mistletoe when one of the uncles made her.
Last spring we danced some at a wedding reception. It was OK, especially since I had just learned to dance at Dad’s club and she had never ‘touch’ danced before. She seemed to enjoy the slow dances but we were both more comfortable with faster music. Since then I’ve grown a little taller than her. After dancing we talked about our experiences at our parents’ vacation condo. We both have the same fair skin so even the winter sun in Mexico burns us.
When our grandparents died years ago, they left their two-week condo ownership in Mexico to both of our parents. Linda’s dad and mine are brothers. Since the condo only had room for five people, my mom, dad, and I would use it one week and Linda and her parents would take it the next. My dad owns the Food-n-Fast chain and flies all over inspecting them. I get to go along sometimes if my school work is good enough and I’m used to flying to Mexico and around the country.
This year was going to be different. Linda’s parents were separated so Linda and her mom were going to come with us. Her dad didn’t want to use the week, even though it was really his inheritance. This way we could use the condo a full two weeks. Linda and her mom would have the bedroom while my mom and dad would have the bed in the main room. I would sleep on the couch in there too.
Dad made it a habit to schedule our flights so they could visit the cemetery during the layover in L.A. Since the cab didn’t have room for all of us, Linda and I got to stay at the airport, much to our relief. Going to the cemetery in a hot cab and watching our mothers cry was no fun.
Dad had three frequent flyer upgrades to first class, so Linda and I got to sit together in coach on the flight to L.A. When they went to the cemetery, Dad gave me his frequent flyer card so we could use the airport club room to wait. They didn’t notice that I was “Junior” and couldn’t possibly have been a member for 17 years.
In about two hours, it was time to get on the plane to Mexico, but the others hadn’t returned. Linda and I went to the gate to wait. As the flight time arrived, I heard the ticket agent say that the flight was full and that all the seats were sold for the next three days. Even first class was sold out. We had all the carry-on bags, and the rest had been checked through.
Dad had explained about the new security procedures, and I noticed that all the checked bags were checked under my dad’s name. If his first class ticket wasn’t used, then all the baggage would be taken off, and we would be stuck for three days. And Dad’s upgrades were only good that day.
We waited as long as possible to get on the plane. Since I had Dad’s ticket and my ID matched, the gate agent didn’t look twice at Linda’s ID. Linda is tall enough to pass for eighteen, but I don’t think I look very old. I hardly need to shave. Anyway, we got on and in first class too. The flight attendant took the extra tickets and said she would have the gate agent give them to the rest of our party when they arrived. And would we like something to drink, perhaps a margarita while we waited to take off?
It was a good flight. After a couple of margaritas, Linda and I stopped worrying about what our parents would do and enjoyed ourselves. The flight attendant gave us special attention, and I enjoyed looking at the freckles on her blouse. Every time she served us, her blouse would open, and the bra would hang away from her medium-sized breasts. I think I like freckles.
The first time Linda caught me and poked me in the ribs. The attendant just smiled. The second time, Linda told me I was being rude to her. Linda had a nice figure too, and when she leaned the seat back, it really showed off her tits. She was wearing a sun dress that conformed to the curves of her tits. I could feel heat rush to my crotch.
Customs didn’t really question us, and we had both been to the condo enough to know how to get a shuttle van and load all the luggage. It was really hot in the van, and Linda slipped her bra off when the driver wasn’t looking. She didn’t mind that I was watching, but then I didn’t see anything either.
At the condo, I just walked up to the front desk, showed my ID, and got the key to our unit. The bell captain called for a “boy” to help with the mountain of bags. The bellman was older than me. Once in the room, I gave him a big tip like Dad always said. About ten minutes later, the phone rang, and I was quickly connected to Dad. He was mad.
I explained my logic, but he was still pissed. Probably at the cab driver who got lost. They were on standby for tomorrow and the next day and the next day. Yes, he had the tickets, and where did the first-class tickets go? I explained again. He liked first class. Heck, I did too now. They didn’t even have any luggage or clean clothes.
While I was on the phone, Linda answered a knock at the door, and in walked the same bellman with a pitcher of margaritas. I waved at him to let me sign for the bill as I talked.
“Welcome to you, Senor. No cost,” he said in good English. I gave Linda some money to tip him. He pointed at a number next to the phone and told us to call if we wanted more.
“Monana, I mean later, por favor,” was the best Linda could do with her Spanish. The bellman got a good look down her dress as she leaned over.
After I hung up, we both toasted ourselves and broke into laughter. It was so great. Here we were at a resort in Mexico with a bellman delivering us drinks, plenty of money, and no parents, at least for a day, maybe three. By the time the drinks were half gone, Linda was pretty loose. As we talked, she leaned against me and hugged me, saying, “You’re a hero for getting us here without our parents. A toast. To a hero.”
I was getting loose too and turned on by her tits. I could feel them press against me each time she hugged my arm. No question about it, my beautiful cousin was making me horny.
“Let’s go swimming,” she said, jumping up. She pulled a swimsuit from her carry-on and closed the bathroom door. It took me a while to find where my mom had packed my suit, so I was just pulling it on as she came out. “You better be careful so you don’t sunburn that full moon, Junior,” she teased.
I refrained from commenting on her suit. It had to be the ugliest white and yellow striped suit ever made. It looked like it was quilted with padding, hiding any sign of her real form. At least it was two pieces, and the top was strapless. Still, with her long, straight hair hanging down over her shoulders, she looked great. Her hair was light brown like mine, but she lightened it a little.
The pool was shared by four rooms, just outside the sliding doors. It was designed for an older crowd just interested in sitting in the water. We dashed out and tried to get underwater. It was almost like a hot tub and didn’t cool us at all. In fact, everything was hot, due to the late afternoon sun. Within minutes, we were so hot and tired that we went in to cool off with another drink. The long plane flights were catching up with us.
We cooled off with another margarita when we heard voices at the pool. I peeked through a gap in the curtains and saw another couple step into the pool. They were both older than us, maybe in their early thirties. They were an average couple. He was fit and well-tanned with short, curly black hair. Her hair was black too, long and straight, covering her back. She was also well-tanned, and when she turned around, I realized that she was topless. Not thinking, I said, “Look at that!”
Linda came over and looked too, standing behind me. I was sure she was going to be mad or something, but she didn’t say a thing. The girl’s tits didn’t have a hint of a tan line. They weren’t especially big but were really round. Like two big oranges cut in half. The nipples stuck straight out of the dark circles. We both just stood and watched. Neither of us said anything. I could feel my cock getting harder, swelling, and trying to get out of the loose net lining of my suit.
Linda wasn’t really steady on her feet. She put her hand on my arm and held it as we watched. The couple was playing in the shallow water, splashing and laughing. When the guy started lifting her into the air, we could see her tits bounce. Linda moved closer to me so she could see over me. She put her hand on my back and leaned against me from behind, watching breathlessly.
Linda whispered, “Wow.”
When the guy stopped playing around and began kissing her tits, Linda wrapped her arm around my chest and pulled tighter as she moved to see better. She was more interested in watching and probably didn’t even realize she was hugging me. Her fingers played across my chest as she watched.
I could feel her damp suit top against my back, and her leg brush past mine. The feel of her thigh rubbing between my legs sent a flash of heat to my groin. My hard-on was threatening. I had to pull my suit out a little to let it straighten up. I hoped Linda didn’t notice.
The couple decided to finish their activities inside and disappeared. Linda finally said, “She sure was cute. Maybe I should go topless too.” She was still rubbing her hand down over my stomach. As she pulled away, I turned around and immediately looked down at her suit top.
She was holding the top of the bra cups out away from her chest as though she was going to pull the top down. They were kind of turned inside out, exposing the flesh-colored lining. I could see the pale white skin of her breasts, soft and smooth. Before I could say anything, she said, “Not if you’re going to stare like on the plane,” and let the top snap back, laughing. The pink color of a nipple had shown for an instant against the white breast.
She walked back to get her drink and sat on the bed. It was quiet outside. I was able to get to the bed, hiding my hard-on behind a towel. I found the remote and turned on the TV. An introductory video was showing the condos’ facilities, and we both leaned back on the bed to watch. Taking a sip, she said, “This is the life, isn’t it? I guess the fun is indoors this time of day. In bed.”
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