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"Sounds great. I'm excited!" Amber said, with a big fake smile, as she kept checking her phone for a text from Ryan. She was a bit worried now, because neither Logan nor Ryan was saying anything to her.

"See ya in a few," she said to their parents as they parted ways, entering the room and kneeling down in front of her things to pack. She glanced up at Logan with a sad look on her face, "Hate? No, Logan. I could never hate you. You're my brother and I fucking LOVE you." she said with a smirk, "Despite all, you'll always be my blood, silly."
 
Logan wasn't quite as relieved as he wanted to be by her response. God this was hard. How did he get into this mess, anyway? He just shook his head and went about packing up his things quickly.

A little bit later, they were all piled in the van again, and heading towards the Grand Canyon. Logan was actually looking forward to this part, mostly because they would arrive in Las Vegas tonight, which would at least mean a couple days without being stuck in the van. Even if he wasn't old enough to gamble or drink, there would be plenty he could run off and do.
 
Amber sat as far away from Logan as possible. She couldn't believe all the things he had said to her, despite the fact that she had planned to say the same. He didn't care at all. He was using her to get off like he had so, so, so many other women. Fine. She didn't care. She had Ryan!

"Babe I want u so bad" she texted him, barely glancing at her phone. So maybe she was a little mad. Whatever. They had a fun trip ahead of them and their parents were there to keep them out of trouble.
 
The drive went on, and they soon crossed from New Mexico into Arizona. Logan spent a good deal of his time sexting back n forth with the twins. Hell, he'd had a good deal of fun with them before he left. It was his own stupid lust for his sister of all people that had caused him to push them away.

But the thing between him and Amber, whatever it was, it wasn't an option. As much as he wished it was. He needed a good distraction, and the twins were supplying it in spades.
 
When they got to the Grand Canyon, Amber's panties were so wet and her pussy ached so much, she was desperate to get to their hotel room and get off. Ryan had been sexting her all the things he wanted to do to her when she got back

The truth was, she liked him a lot and he was definitely great in bed, but he was also a great distraction from Logan. Logan, who could never be anything more than her brother.

"Um...are we checking in soon?" She said quietly, hoping they weren't going to take their time to do so.
 
They were standing there looking out at the sweeping vista of the Grand Canyon. Logan was fully enjoying the view from where they stood near the edge, and he rolled his eyes when his sister asked about checking in to the hotel.

"Oh, sweetie, we're not staying here," their mom said.

"We got three more hours to go til we get to Las Vegas!" their dad said, with entirely too much energy.

"C'mon, sis, just enjoy the view, this is pretty amazing," Logan said, nudging her a bit with his elbow.
 
"Yeah, it is," she said slyly, pinching his ass. "The view is always amazing when you're around," she teased, although it was true. He was quite the looker.

"What are we doing in Vegas?" She asked, her arm around her brother as they stared out at the large expanse of the Grand Canyon.

She knew her parents had high-expectations for their entire trip and didn't plan on wasting one moment.
 
Logan nearly jumped out of his shoes when Amber pinched his butt, and just looked down at her with a smirk. He put his arm around her as they looked out at the Grand Canyon's massive expanse, the tiny Colorado River carving its way through the bottom.

"Oh we've got tickets to some shows, honey, there's all kinds of fun stuff to see there!" their mother exclaimed, and started rambling on and on about it all.

Soon enough, they were headed back to the car. Logan gave Amber a sly little swat on the butt.

Damn he liked that ass. Dammit, what was wrong with him? With the both of them. Even after the conversation last night... Amber had to know that cuddling up on him was giving him the wrong impression, right? He resolved to stay strong, no matter how badly he wanted her.
 
"I'm sorry I cuddled up to you, Logan." Amber said quietly, as they drove towards the exit of the Grand Canyon. It had been quite mesmerizing, but Amber had been quite distracted by her brother and his constant presence. Not that it was his fault he was so damn attractive. She was crazy; she had a boyfriend waiting for her at home who couldn't wait to be with her...and fuck her.

"It's just...I don't want them to see that something is wrong and start asking questions," she explained. "This is really stupid, you know? Maybe when we get to Vegas, you'll meet some hot chick and hit it off. Thatll help you forget about me, right?" She smiled, hurting even as she said it.
 
Logan's heart thumped hard in his chest. There was so much he was desperate to say to her, but he knew he couldn't. He knew he shouldn't.

"Amber," he said, looking at her. The look in her eyes near about broke his heart.

"I tried that," he said. "With the twins... I can't forget."

He looked out the window. "I... Fuck, nevermind, you're probably right."
 
Amber smiled through a wobbly mouth and eyes welled up with tears as she faced away from Logan, turning on her iPod. She was silent until they arrived in Vegas.

Little did her parents know, she had gotten herself a fake ID before they left and planned on making good use of it.

"Vegas!" She cried happily, as they looked around at all the beautiful hotels, lights, and neon signs. "So excited!" She grinned up at her parents through the rearview mirror.

"Excited, Lo?"
 
"Yeah, actually," Logan said, sitting there in awe of all the lights and people as they drove down the Strip towards their hotel.

Their folks had spared no expense on this part of the trip, as they were pulling up to check in at Ceasar's Palace!

"Oh man, this is gonna be fun," Logan said, totally entranced by all the lights and noise, everywhere around him.

Their father got their room keys, and a little while later they were up at the hotel room. Logan opened the door and was simultaneously relieved and disappointed to see that there were two beds in this room. Their parents, as usual, were in the room across the hall. They were up on the fifteenth floor, and had an excellent view of the Ceasar's Palace pool from the balcony.

"Okay, kids, make sure to get a good night's sleep, tomorrow's a full day!" their mom said, bidding them goodnight.
 
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Amber flashed a big smile at her parents as they left, waiting a good five minutes before she pulled a flashy dress out of her suitcase, along with a pair of heels, lingerie, and a few other necessary items. "I'm going to go see how many drinks I can get bought for me at the bar tonight. You go ahead and get that full night's rest, though."

She slid into the bathroom and shut the door. Amber was excited to get away from Logan and get fucking drunk.
 
Logan looked at her, completely incredulous. "Are you serious? Fuck, of course you are." He shook his head. The last thing he wanted to do tonite was go out and get drunk. He definitely didn't want to test his fake ID here in Las Vegas! That was downright stupid.

"Whatever," he said. "Have fun. I'll be down in the hot tub by the pool," he said, pulling his swimming trunks out of his bag. First, though, he was gonna burn one down real quick on the balcony. He couldn't believe Amber was going to do that. It pissed him off, and he had a bad feeling she would get herself in trouble, but he wasn't about to follow her. It was pretty clear she didn't want him around her at all.

He shut the balcony door and loaded up his hashpipe and took a hit.
 
Amber got ready in the bathroom, her outfit made complete with a matching bra and panty set she had picked up just for their trip. She checked herself out in the mirror and put her fake in her purse. If she lucked out, she wouldn't need to buy anything for herself. Just in case, she had an ID which was foolproof.

"See ya," she said to Logan, twirling around to show him what she was wearing, before leaving the hotel room, slamming the door behind her, and heading down to the bar.
 
Logan didn't need to see what she was wearing to know she looked fucking hot. Seeing it only hurt even more.

"Bye," he said, trying to hold back the bitterness.

He stripped his clothes off after she left, put his swimming trunks on and headed down to the rather luxurious pool area. He dove in and swam a few laps before getting out and heading over to one of the hot tubs to relax the day away. The stress was killing him!
 
Amber entered the bar area downstairs, and nobody said a word about checking for ID as she sauntered past. Her heels clicked on the floor in a way that turned heads, and she smiled slyly at the bartender as she sat down. He was busy serving drinks, but within minutes, was sliding a mojito towards her. "Compliments of the gentleman down the bar," he said with a wink and a slight head gesture.

She glanced down the bar, where a handsome guy sat. Late twenties, dark hair, dark eyes, and tanned skin. The epitome of "tall, dark, and handsome." She winked at him and took a sip, patting the stool next to her. He shook his head and cocked his finger, telling her he wanted her to sit by him. So she went.

This was the perfect way to destress!
 
Logan did his best to relax, but it really wasn't working. He had his arms stretched out to either side, his head laid back, his eyes closed, trying to find some peace in the hot water and the jets, and nothing came to him.

"Hey, mind if I join you?" came a female voice across from him.

Logan's head snapped to attention, his eyes opened up, he quickly took stock of the situation. Brunette, with blonde streaks in her hair; 5'3", slim with nice curves, 34C or so, amazing smile and big green eyes...

"Uhh, no, not at all," Logan replied, standing up and offering his hand to help her into the hot tub. She smiled at him and accepted his help and sat down near him. "I'm Logan."

"Heather," she said, almost blushing.
 
"Johnathan." the guy said simply, grabbing her hand and kissing it.

"Am-Amber." she stuttered. This guy was classy. And he was even more handsome up close. He almost reminded her of someone... She shook the thought away and smiled as he set his hand on her leg, leaning in close.

"Look, Amber... What do you say, you and I have a few drinks? Then you can come up to my hotel room and we'll chat a bit and see if we can get to know one another? I'll make it worth your while." The words would have offended her, had they not come out so sincerely and with no sour tone. She looked at him intently. He thought she was an escort.

She glanced down at her dress. No, it couldn't be that. PLENTY of women in Vegas were dressed this way. Her attitude? She had come looking like she was on the prowl, and she certainly had accepted his drink quickly.

"I'd love to." she sipped her drink and smiled warmly at him.
 
"So what's up, Heather?" Logan asked, smiling at her. This was a nice distraction from everything on his mind.

"Not much," she said. "My parents are busy gettin' busy so I have to hang out down here. Not much to do in Vegas at night when you're only eighteen," she said with a smirk.

Logan laughed. "Ain't that the truth! My folks are probably doing the same thing." He shuddered at the thought, and immediately pushed it out of his mind.

Heather moved around the hot tub to sit closer to him. It really wasn't long after that he had an arm around her, and a bit later he asked if she would be interested in smoking a joint up in his room...
 
After three drinks and a shot, Amber was pretty drunk, but not sloshed. She was drunk enough that she'd fuck this guy for money if it came to it! She just hoped he wasn't into any weird shit. He thanked the bartender and took her arm, leading her to the elevator.

"You're very beautiful, Amber." Jonathan said, looking at her intently as they rode upstairs. "Why did you choose to come upstairs with me? I sensed the hesitation."

"You're very classy," she answered honestly. "I just felt comfortable." He smiled and took her arm again as they exited the elevator and entered his suite, which was extremely fancy.

"Sit down, make yourself comfortable." He took off his jacket and sat down in one of the armchairs, staring at her. She felt a little awkward, but listened to him, removing her heels as she sat on the couch.
 
Logan and Heather got up to Logan's room and went out to the balcony. Logan loaded up a bowl and they sat and passed it back and forth, puffing it down quickly. Logan loaded another but they waited a bit before smoking it, hanging out and chit-chatting.

Heather had a boyfriend back home, and hadn't had much choice about coming with her parents on this vacation. She missed him a lot. Why she was flirting with Logan, he wasn't sure, but he didn't mind. Female attention was nice, although Logan found it difficult not to wonder just what his sister was up to...

It had been a couple hours since she had headed out. He tried not to worry. She was a big girl.
 
Amber giggled as Jonathan approached the couch, sitting down next to her. "Amber, I think we both know why you're here." He winked. "And why I invited you here." He leaned forward and kissed her, and she moaned softly as his hand closed on her breast.

She knew she shouldn't be doing this, and certainly shouldn't be enjoying it, but here she was. Jonathan smirked at her, as he pulled away from her lips. "Ill give you three thousand, but you can't stay the night. My wife is gonna be here in the morning."

And with that, he was leading her into the bedroom, and Amber was wondering just what she was getting into.
 
Logan and Heather continued hanging out. Logan told her about how he was crazy about a girl, but they couldn't be together, blah blah blah. Heather genuinely felt sorry for him.

"I've been there," she said. "That totally sucks."

Five minutes later, after smoking another bowl, they were making out, totally stoned, on Logan's bed. She was on top of him, straddling him, and they were rubbing their swimsuit-covered naughty bits together and enjoying every moment of it.

She leaned back and peeled off her swimsuit top...
 
Amber and Jonathan rolled around in the bed, his hands finally pinning her wrists down as he crawled on top of her. "How do you feel about me tying you up?" He asked, a sly smile on her face. "I swear, no funny business. I just like to be in control. And I think you'd look pretty all helpless.

Amber was drunk enough to not care at this point, so she just shrugged and put her hands up, "Only if we can play cop and robber," she joked. "If I've been bad, you'll have to restrain me."

He grinned and reached for her dress, pulling it off as they kissed.
 
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