Authors Note: All sexual situations depicted in this story are between consenting adults 18 years of age or older.
It was a night of unbridled passion and decadent revelry, a single movement in an ever ever-evolving symphony of lust, which built slowly, culminating in a resounding crescendo of cosmic ecstasy and unfathomable delights.
Sleep cradled our lovers Ed and Stacy as they slumbered peacefully after a long intense night of wonton lascivious delights and decadent desires. They succumbed to the magic of the sandman just after sunrise and remained in his clutches until well in the afternoon.
Stacy's sweet naked 5'7" 127 pound 34C-24-34 form rested atop of Ed's 5'11" 175 pound naked muscular body. Stacy's head was gently cradled in the crook between Ed's chest and shoulder and Stacy's hand rested on Ed's bare muscular chest.
Ed's thick massive 8 inch cock was still hard and rigid and buried inside of Stacy's nicely trimmed pussy. Ed had spent one of many of his loads into it and the residue from Stacy's sweet cream still covered Ed's cock.
It was about 3:30 in the afternoon when Stacy began to stir. She opened her eyes and the room slowly came into view. She was immediately blinded by the brilliance of the afternoon sun as it streamed in from the window above the door frame containing sliding glass door which led out to the balcony overlooking the woods in the back of the property.
Stacy squinted against the sun and put her hand up in front of her eyes to shield them as she tried to figure out where she was and to assess her surroundings. She looked around and soon she found out she was been lying on top of her twin brother Ed on the floor in front of the fireplace, and except for the white thigh high stockings and lace garters she had on, she was totally naked.
Stacy looked down at Ed who was still fast asleep and noticed he was naked as well. Within a few seconds she also felt something inside her pussy and looked down and noticed it was Ed's rock hard cock that was buried inside of her.
As Stacy's other senses slowly came into focus, she began to smell a faint scent of tobacco smoke, sweat, cum, perfume, cologne, pot smoke and booze as they all formed an almost sickening combination of fragrances that still hung in the air like a fine vapor.
Stacy also tasted a vaguely familiar taste in her mouth. It almost tasted like a man's cum and as she focused on it, she began to realize it was just that. She surmised that she must have given Ed a blow job and swallowed his cum.
Stacy also felt her body and noticed that the skin around her breasts and lips and face were sticky and when she smelled her fingers, they had the faint scent of semen. Stacy then felt her hair which also was sticky and then she guessed she must have given Ed more than just one blow job.
Stacy looked around her on the floor and noticed there were two bottles of rum tipped over one was completely empty while the other still had about one half of it's contents remaining.
She further surveyed her surroundings and noticed on the coffee table that was to her right was another bottle of rum that was one half full, two tall glasses as well as a couple of shot glasses, a gallon sized storage bag of pot, a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of clear soda which they must have used to mix the liquor with.
For the likes of her, Stacy could not remember how she got on the floor much less how she woke up naked on top of her brother or what she had done to get herself to the point where she had passed out on top of him with his cock still buried inside of her.
Stacy appraised the situation she found herself in and came to the conclusion that she and Ed had obviously partied and partied quite hard and in the process, ended up having sex.
Not that she minded. Stacy had been attracted to Ed for a long time but never thought she would have even acted on it but based on her current observations, it appeared she had changed her mind and done just that.
Stacy slowly got up and as she did, she realized she still felt the effects from the pot and booze. She managed to stand but that was all. The room was still spinning and she had to grab the table to steady herself.
Stacy waited until the spinning sensation stopped then she managed to stumble over to the couch and plop down.
"Oh God it must have been one hell of a night," Stacy softly moaned to herself as she reached for the bag of pot on the table and pulled out a rolled joint and lit it.
Stacy took two long tokes on the joint held them in for as long as she could then exhaled. She repeated the process until she felt that familiar and desired sensation that signaled she was at the beginning of a good buzz.
Stacy continued to smoke the joint until the buzz was good and solid. She then reached for the pack of cigarettes and pulled one out and lit it. She also reached for the other bottle of rum sitting on the table and opened it.
Stacy didn't even bother to reach for a glass and pour some in it; She just up-ended the bottle and chugged down 3 huge gulps then sat it on the sofa beside her as she puffed on her cigarette.
"Some hair of the dog that bit me," Stacy muttered to herself as she savored the drink and tried to justify in her mind the need to get back to the place where she was stoned and drunk again.
Stacy's mind also began to clear and she fondly pondered the events which had occurred over the past five days. She smiled as she thought about Ed. She knew she loved him more than life itself. He was her twin and they had always been close much closer than any normal brother or sister.
They had always shared a special intimate kinship and a deep bond that was beyond words. It was hard to explain. It was an mystical almost spiritual bond they shared which could never be broken, as if fate had ordained them to be eternally entwined at every level.
Stacy recalled their childhood as they grew up and how their bond developed over time. Ed was Stacy's defender and Stacy was Ed's fairytale princess. After high school they still managed to stay in touch.
They both went to college together where Ed studied Computer Science and Finance while Stacy majored in Graphic Design and Building Science. Stacy had dreams to be a graphic designer and developing plans for construction engineers but she would never see that dream come to fruition.
After college, Stacy would meet some fellow named Brad or the Bradster as he liked to refer to himself as and become infatuated with him so much so that she ended up running off and eloping.
That began a long twelve year marriage from HELL!!! Stacy was 22 at the time and thought she was in love. The man promised her the moon and the stars but all he delivered was a heap of space debris.
