Summer Holiday/Spain Day 3 Susie in the bar

Without warning, the girl plonked herself down on my lap, giving me a fright and spilling my drink. "Tell them you're my brother or something," she whispered. "Hi Bro; can you tell these guys to fuck off," she said, loudly enough for the two rather drunk teenage boys to hear.

I put my arm around her bare midriff and tried to look tough. "You heard her guys - we don't want any trouble, do we," I said, trying to look like someone who would fight for his sister's honour. Lucky for me, the youths backed off. "Fuckin incest that is - fuckin your bro, dirty cunt," one of them said, but they walked off in search of easier prey.

She stayed on my lap until they were out of sight, then kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks for that," she said as she extracted herself from my embrace and looked set to leave.

"Would you like a drink Sis," I asked, pointing at my jug of Sangria. She shrugged and sat on a spare chair. I pushed my glass towards her and went to the bar for another. Walking back to the table, I got a better look at her. She was shorter than I had thought at first glance; maybe the four-inch heels had something to do with that. Her hair was blonde and untidy; I wasn't sure if it was styled like that or just a mess. Her eyes, when she looked at me, were as blue as the Mediterranean, although it was hard to tell through all the makeup.

She took a long pull at the wine. "Cheers Bro," she said and held her glass up. I responded and we exchanged names. She said hers was Susan; Susie to her friends.

"Don't you think you've had enough, Sister Susie," I said; she was already slurring her words.

"Who gives a fuck," she said and emptied the glass.

Where's your mother," I asked.

She shrugged. "Gone off with some teenage boy to fuck his brains out." She looked me up and down. "She'd have had you if she seen you first."

"How old are you?"

"Do you care?"

I shrugged. "I suppose not." I thought fifteen, maybe even sixteen, but I got that wrong.

The Sangria was all gone and she stood up, wobbling on her ridiculous heels. "Do you fancy me," she asked.

"Sure; who wouldn't," I said.

"Then take me to your hotel and fuck me."

I had already cum twice; once with Molly and once in my hand; I wasn't sure that I was up to a third time, but she needed help and I was playing good Samaritan.

How could I turn down an offer like that

Take her back to her hotel