It Began With A Bottle Of Champagne

It was Saturday.

I knew that because it was sunrise and no annoying bell alarm with its accompanying vibration had rattled my old clock off the nightstand.

Five days of working slavishly had exhausted me. Last night's drinking session at Chester's Wine Bar with my step-sister finished the job. But now it was Saturday, and I could rest. The only problem in my life today was how to rid myself of a twitchy morning wood that refused point-blank to allow me to fall back asleep.

The night before was terrific -- it started at Chester's Wine Bar with a bottle of champagne, a shared pizza, and a heart-to-heart talk with my step-sister, Lucy. After truths were revealed at the end of the night, we went our separate ways.

"Thank fuck."

"What for?"

I almost hit the ceiling, spinning around to see who was in my bed. When I recognized the warm body beside me, my eyes bulged, and my heart thumped while I headed deep into coronary failure territory, spluttering.

"Lucy? What the fuck?"

"Hey, Stan. What are you thanking fuck for?"

Her eyes were still closed, but a beautiful, naughty smile scared me even more as she reached out with one hand, entwining her fingers with mine. My heart pounded like a jackhammer splitting the road open, almost rupturing my rib cage as I gasped for breath. I felt sick and terrified, but despite all that, my regular morning wood proudly slapped a thigh.

I raised the duvet, saw my solid cock, then glanced sideways, staring at my naked step-sister in utter horror. I tried to remember what happened, focused on my cock, but not reaching down to check if the residue of her pussy still coated it, lest she scream the house down.

What the fuck happened?

"Please tell me we didn't do it, Lucy?"

"Good morning to you too, brother dear."

"Oh my god."

She fully opened her eyes, looked surprised, and slightly disappointed at my shock. Lucy raised onto her elbows and scanned the room comically as though searching for invading aliens. Seeing none, Lucy beamed broadly at me, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

"What is it, Josh?"

I'm fucking naked.

"Umm... umm, I, err."

"Chill out, brother. Go back to sleep. It's still really early."

"Bu-bu-but."

Lucy wriggled across the gap between us and flung a leg over both of mine as though we were familiar lovers.

She smiled affectionately, then pressed her pussy hard against my thigh, almost grinding the muscle. I felt the fluffy blonde whorls that I'd frantically moved aside with my fingers the night before to access her creamy hole.

I remember what I did -- oh fuck!

"Does that answer your question, Stanley?"

"Oh, fuck, sis."

As if to confirm we had been lovers, Lucy gripped my morning wood and squeezed it hard with her fist wrapped tightly around the base. When she began wanking me off, I gawped at my step-sister, terrified of what we'd already done, and seemingly continued doing, but I made no move to stop her.

"Did we do it, Lucy? Just tell me straight, please."

"Of course we did it. The only hole you didn't cum inside last night was my back passage, and that's because we didn't have lube."

"Jesus Lucy. How can you be so calm about this?"

"Because we've wanted one another for years, sweetheart. Please don't fuck this up because you think Mom and Dad won't approve."

"But they won't. They're going to freak out!"

Lucy kicked off the duvet. Gave my cock half a dozen more wanks, entirely raising it from slumber, then she held it with both hands and threw her leg completely over my waist, sitting upright and straddling me.

"I've waited years for a decent boyfriend to come along, and now you have. I'm not letting our parents spoil things."

Lucy lifted her ass, leaning forward with searing hot eyes fixed on mine, conveying the most profound love into my soul that I ever felt. My heart melted. She was deadly serious, sexually, romantically, and with a determined intention that we would not be parted.

When my sister pointed my cock into her tight, sticky hole, she sat slowly, sliding her dripping wet pussy down my cock, frowning lasciviously until her pubic hair meshed with mine. In no time, I was balls deep inside my sister, terrified but praying the feeling of love rippling through my entire body would never end.

She gasped, looked excited, and lovingly stared at me, entirely in control.

"Shall I stop fucking you now, Josh?"

"Please don't."

Her pussy muscles clenched tightly around my veiny shaft, and I suddenly remembered with crystal clear vision how wonderful being inside my sister felt last night.

With my cock buried deep inside her, Lucy reached back and slapped both of my knees, raising her eyebrows. I raised them for her palms to use as platforms, helping her legs power the tightest pussy I'd ever fucked up and down my creamy shaft.

"Once more before breakfast, then later, you'll take me to the beauticians on Fourth Street."

"Why?"

"To get rid of these annoying pubic hairs. You mentioned last night that you prefer a hair-free pie, especially when you lick it."

"Did I lick you?"

"Not yet. Would you like to?"

"Oh god, yes, please."

Lucy rode my cock like I was a stallion she desperately needed to break in and own. After a minute, my shaft was like a cream-slathered iron pole, and I was journeying to Nirvana. She slid easily up and down my shaft, pressing her sticky, swollen, solid clitoris into my pubic bush when bottoming out.

My sister's lathered hormones and residue semen I had already deposited inside her were the lubricant that eased my passage in and out of a delightfully tight hole.

I was surprised by how tight my sister's pussy was and by the seductive way Lucy tossed her long blonde hair this way and that while in the throes of a shuddering orgasm. We had grown up together and knew one another well, but as she danced on my pole, I saw a new, unique, sexual goddess I could barely recognize.

She's my best friend -- Lucy is slutty and beautiful, so what's not to love?

I kneaded my sister's breasts while she moaned salaciously, rolling her solid nipples between index fingers and thumbs, while she milked my cock so tightly I groaned, lost control, and decanted my seed deep inside her with a wildly jerking cock.

I had fallen deeply in love with my sister long ago. It was a hidden affection for someone I was never supposed to love, like a comet burning through the atmosphere, burying itself deep in the planet's crust, hidden, until one night, a bottle of champagne and the love of a good woman exposed my molten, burning core.

I was hers and probably always had been. With my cock twitching deep inside Lucy, I stared up and smiled. She looked delighted and relieved.

"Did you remember, Josh?'

"Last night, I told you I love you."

"Yes, and then you popped my cherry in this bed. Did you mean it?"

She shuddered, bit her bottom lip, and reached for my hands, entwining our trembling fingers. Lucy frowned again, with a giant question written on her expression.

"Oh god, yes, Lucy. I love you with all of my heart, sweet sister."

"I love you too."