One week had passed since the start of the trip, marking the halfway point. Ryan would pleasure himself in the shower every day, becoming more familiar with his sister’s intimate parts.
He had memorized every contour, each curve. The thrill of being in Gemma's body mingled with a strange sense of responsibility. He couldn't shake the guilt that accompanied the pleasure. Still, the sensation had become intoxicating, and he found himself longing for more opportunities to explore.
The days stretched into one another, filled with laughter, late-night talks, and the constant ebb and flow of their sibling relationship shifting into uncharted territory. They shared secrets, dreams, and fears—each conversation pulling them closer together.
After a long day spent at the beach, their parents had taken them out for dinner at a nearby seaside restaurant. Ryan could barely focus on the food as he felt an electric charge between him and Gemma—the familiar intimacy of siblinghood woven with an unsettling awareness of their swapped identities.
As they walked back to the hotel under a blanket of stars, Gemma nudged his shoulder playfully. “You know, you make a pretty convincing me.”
Ryan laughed.
“I mean it, though,” Gemma was serious, “You’d never know we were swapped.”
“Thanks, I guess? You’re not half bad as an older brother yourself,” Ryan teased, nudging her back playfully.
“I’m serious, Ryan. Maybe it’s because we’re kind of similar to boot, but it’s like even I can’t even tell it’s you in there sometimes. Like I’m just looking at myself, if you know what I mean? At least, when we’re with Mom and Dad.”
Ryan laughed awkwardly, tucking her hair behind his ear. He felt a bit embarrassed if he was acting so much like a girl in public, as if his perverted fantasy was leaking.
“Wanna watch something on TV?” Ryan suggested as they shuffled down the corridor toward their room.
They slipped into their room, pulling the door closed behind them. Ryan plopped down on their shared bed while Gemma grabbed the remote control.
As she settled beside him, the glow of the television cast a flickering light across their faces. They scrolled through channels, settling on a cheesy romantic comedy that brought back memories of lazy summer nights spent watching movies together.
"Look at us," Gemma mused, her eyes fixed on the flickering light, "Two siblings on vacation. Watching TV. Nothing to see here.”
Ryan chuckled, the absurdity of it all sinking in, “Just a typical family vacation…”
“Yeah, just a normal vacation,” Gemma echoed, her gaze still focused on the TV.
As they watched, Ryan ran his hands over her curves under the sheet.
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