It was separated by the bathroom and just a flimsy sliding door, not much privacy between rooms, but it worked. The whole two hour ride over, we both ...new we were mainly just going to fuck. I actually thought about pulling over and fucking her a couple of times, but I held out. So we went out to a nice dinner, blah, blah, blah, then back to the hotel. I don't remember much of the details about that night, other than I fucked the shit out of her, then slept naked. The next morning, we showered. And the start of rush hour. I don’t have any clothes ready and I haven’t eaten dinner. Why didn’t you call me before now?”“Well I have to report to this stupid clinic first thing tomorrow morning,” she whined.“Mother, I’m sorry but I can’t leave on such short notice. I’ll head up right after work tomorrow.”“Well I supposed Ben can manage for one day,” she said doubtfully.Ben was my half-brother and he’d just turned sixteen. I’m ten years older than him and felt more like his baby sitter than. They both died on a mission when we were just a few months old. The Organization (we never had need to know its real name) took it upon itself to train us, to replace our parents.From the time we could stand and hold a knife, we were trained in all types of combat, including martial arts, archery, weapons, and poisons. We were also taught a dozen different languages.Bruises and sprains were an everyday event. Fighting while injured or in a cast was regular part of our training.We were well fed,. I peeked in on her from the outside of the room and watched as her dress fell to the floor. She gazed at herself in the dresser mirror and as she removed her jewelry, her crotch pressed against the corner of the dresser. She probably didn’t even realize she had already started masturbating herself. I decided now was the time. I walked into the room and pressed my body against her naked backside. She melted back into me as my hands cupped the underside of her breast. I gently nibbled on her neck.