I woke up stiff, my entire body was aching and I had a bit of a headache to top it off. I sat up and cracked all my bones; my neck, my hands, my back. I reached for my phone to check the time, I could tell but the light from the window that I'd overslept.
11:37, not that bad, for a Sunday. Last night was still hot on my mind, my sisters tits bouncing in my face, her lips pressed against mine, the feel of my cock in her mouth. What is going to happen? Will she see it as a drunken mistake? Will she think I took advantage of her? Will she tell my parents? Or maybe, just maybe, she'll want to do it again. I certainly want to do it again, my cock stood hard at just the thought of last night.
I pulled myself out of bed, threw on a pair of boxer shorts and a t-shirt and headed for the bathroom. I peered down the hall, my parent's bedroom door was wide open but they weren't in there, they must have already left, they usually visited my grandparents on the Sunday. Charlotte's bedroom door was shut, no way to tell if she was up or not, most likely not, she was pretty drunk last night, she won't be awake for ages.
I went to the bathroom, did my morning piss, had a shower and brushed my teeth. I went back to my room, looking to Charlotte's door to see if she'd woken up, she still hadn't. I threw on some fresh clothes and made my way downstairs.
I walked into the kitchen and flicked on the kettle and reached for a mug, as I began making a cup of coffee I heard a door upstairs open, then close and then another open and close. Charlotte was awake, and she'd gone into the bathroom.
I finished making my coffee, made myself a bowl of cereal and sat in the kitchen eating it slowly, all the time thinking. What is she going to say? What is she going to do? Will she be angry?
I waited and waited and waited, until finally I heard footsteps on the stairs. Charlotte came into the kitchen looking absolutely stunning, a tight white t-shirt and small pink pyjama shorts which showed off all her body's great features.
As she entered I was halfway through a mouthful of cereal, so I said nothing. She walked up to me and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek, "Morning." She turned and reached for a box of cereal, and she reached up her pyjama shorts lifted to show just a small portion of her plump arse, I couldn't help but stare.
She pulled out a bowl and made herself some cereal and sat next to me and began to eat. It was awkward, should I say something? Does she even remember? She can't have been that drunk. I finished my cereal and waited for her to finish hers.
"So, are we going to talk about what happened last night?" I asked.
"There is nothing to talk about, I was drunk and horny, I needed a cock and yours was the closest." She offered a coy smile.
"Oh, ok then. Do you not think we should talk about it?"
"No, I didn't mean anything, to me at least. Did it mean anything to you?" She asked. I had to ponder the question, I had lusted after her ever since she hit puberty and began to grow into a woman... and the sex, oh wow the sex was incredible, I wanted to say yes, but how could I.
"No, of course not, it was just a spur of the moment thing, it won't happen again." I gave her the answer I thought she wanted.
"Well... let's not rules anything out, I had a lot of fun." As she said it she ran her fingertip along my inner thigh. She was teasing me, my little sister, she was playing games with me, the bitch.
