Ethan's unexpected e-vite in early November took me by surprise, as thoughts of them hadn't crossed my mind for months. Indeed, after the wedding, Val had vanished from the radar. Understandably, she had her hands full with kids and a sick husband. Ethan, battling a severe cancer, had cast a shadow over our affair. Post-Val, my life reverted to a whirlwind of work, with intermittent attempts to satiate my unbridled passions – a daunting task after someone like Val.

The e-vite, in retrospect, was foreseeable. Val had given birth to a girl, and they were hosting a 'Baptism Bash' in Vegas. The notion that I might be the father lingered as I hovered over the 'accept' button. A weekend in Vegas? Irresistible.

Arriving in Vegas on Friday night, I decided to indulge in a show. The family's group chat was alive with updates, including photos of Val looking stunning with her new baby. Her Colombian family was also in town, adding to the excitement. Stepping out for the show, I was dressed casually yet smartly in jeans and a crisp white shirt. Exiting my Uber, my attention was immediately captured by a breathtaking young woman with dark, flowing hair and striking black eyes, framed by long lashes. Her olive skin was accentuated by the simple elegance of shorts and a tank top. She had the toned physique of an athlete, balanced with a captivating grace. We briefly locked eyes and exchanged a knowing smile before she disappeared into a limo bus.

Throughout the show, my mind wandered back to the mysterious woman I'd seen. She had an allure that was hard to shake off.

Later, at the hotel-organized dinner, I was welcomed warmly by the extended family, including the ever-talkative Aunt Dina. In the midst of her stories, she appeared again – Bianca, as I would soon learn. She casually entered pocketing her vape, her presence commanding the room. Dina, noticing my transfixed gaze, introduced me to Val’s family. It turned out Bianca was Val's younger half-sister. Val joined us shortly after, greeting me with a playful kiss and whisper that sparked a rush of speculation and excitement “She looks just like her Daddy”. Bianca's deep voice then cut through the chatter, suggesting a night out dancing. The plan was set in motion, and we decided to head to my hotel's nightclub. Bianca reemerged for the outing, leaving me awestruck in a daringly short dress that left little to the imagination. She playfully requested a selfie, teasingly inquiring if I was capturing the moment for a boyfriend. Her flirtatious remark and thick accent added to her allure “No Boyfriends, I want ManFriends”.

In the Uber to the club, Bianca adjusted her dress, revealing a delicate mole on her inner thigh. I tried to distract her with playful commentary about the Vegas sights, but her intense gaze was unsettling yet exciting. Her perfume filled the air, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. Passing the Vegas Sphere, she giggled at my wave, playfully lowering my hand with a flirtatious remark “Stop flirting with her, she might flirt back”. Our conversation turned to personal preferences, with Bianca inquiring about my 'type.' I deflected with humor, maintaining the lighthearted yet flirtatious tone “That sphere’s an android, I’m more the iPhone type” She giggled.

Upon arriving at the club, Bianca's presence was magnetic. We danced and reveled in the night, drawing the attention of many but remaining engrossed in our own world. The night progressed with Reggaeton beats, Bianca relishing in the attention, yet there was an unmistakable connection that seemed to isolate us from the rest of the party.

As the night unfolded with Reggaeton beats and shared glances, it was clear Bianca wasn't done, even as the cousins called it a night. Our connection, ignited from that first exchanged smile, had taken a life of its own in the pulsing heart of Vegas.

The coast clear, we danced together in the dark club, our bodies grinding on each other with teasing madness. At some point, as I was holding her from behind, her head tilted back on my shoulder, giving me a sight of her neck. And that’s when, maybe it was the alcohol, maybe an attraction that seemed to be there from the first second we exchanged stares; I dug my lips and teeth into her.

A small teasing bite, a wet succulent kiss... her head raised just enough for me to hear a soft moan escape her mouth. She straightened up but not before running her hand against my groin. I was grateful I was wearing jeans...

This was ground zero...

She asked me if we could go out for a smoke, I nodded and we made our way towards the abandoned hallways when she suddenly pulled me into one of the abandoned hotel conference rooms on our path. I pushed her away from me and she backed off towards the center table of the cramped room she pushed the chairs letting them wheel away …

I locked the door and closed in on her, pulling her up into my arms. She wrapped her legs around my waist as we started kissing passionately, I could taste the strawberry daiquiri on her breathe and tongue as I wrapped mine around hers. She was like a candy “Are we doing this?” She smirked and looked at me with a slow arrogant nod of her chin. I kissed her chest and pulled down her top loosing up her beautiful small breast and small nipples. “Mmmh” she moaned, pushing my head down pleading me to intensify her pleasure, I lowered my lips to her beautiful satin underwear which I pushed aside with my teeth giving me a full view of her tight young pussy and asshole. I slowly licked and suckled her cunt, hearing her breathing take an increasingly rapid pace, it took about 5 minutes and she started humming and grunting “Uhnnn, Uhnnn Oof, keep going don’t stop” I kept my mouth sealed to her pussy until her spasms calmed.

I stood up and watched her unzip my jeans slowly massaging my cock … she didn’t waste any time … Her mouth wrapped around my hypnotized stiff cock making a gentle bobbing motion that flicked her hair back and forth, Val had teased me with her cunt, unbearibly so the first time we seriously encountered each other but Bianca was expertly suckling on me looking up for approval which I gave her with a grunt and twitch of my dick. Feeling I was close, she turned around and lifted one leg on the conference table giving me a full view of her moist, stunning pussy.

I pushed in and started pacing myself, doggy style, trying hard to keep my building load from spurting inside her, both my hands on her upper-hips, watching my cock glisten and cream … Jesus Christ … She suddenly turned around, positioning herself from the front, both her legs spread on the conference table, she grabbed my neck as I entered her missionary, I continued my pumping, feeling I wouldn’t be able to last much longer, I was planning to cum on top of her pussy but Bianca had other plans, she all of a sudden wrapped her legs around me forcing me in deeper, I lost myself …

Damn these sisters …

I started cumming inside her, she held onto me with all her might until my cock stopped pulsating … I pulled out breathless watching the stream of semen slowly leaking out of her.

She smiled and twisted around of the table putting her legs in the air to get her panties back on … A small puddle of cum on the conference table the only proof of our lust.

“Do you want to go back to your hotel?” My eyes pleading she would stay the night …

“ I’ll stay with you tonight” She said smiling gently … “Unlike Val, Papi, I’m on birth control”