During the night, we each stayed on our side of the bed. My sister showed no signs of wanting to cuddle.
I awoke around nine a.m to the sound of the running sink. I got out of bed and looked into the bathroom. Stacey was brushing her teeth, and smiled at me through the mirror. She had changed into a pair of green panties and a grey sports bra, and from the looks of her hair it was apparent that she had taken a shower.
"How'd you sleep?" I asked.
Stacey took the toothbrush from her mouth.
"You know, for someone who was...in a mental debate over her own actions...I slept pretty good." She answered. "I guess there's no point in worrying about it now. We did it. And like I said before...we can't take it back."
"And I told you, just know that I'm not going to see you any differently." I told her.
She turned from the mirror to look at me.
"Yeah." She started sarcastically. "How can you have sex with your sister, and say you don't see her at least a little differently afterward? That's got to be impossible.
"OK, but even so, it wouldn't be anything bad."
"It's not a big deal, it's just a new thing." Stacey said, spitting into the sink and rinsing her toothbrush. "I'm not gonna lie, it was awesome. Fucked up, maybe. But awesome. So was it...like...how you thought it would be? Because I assume you'd thought about it long before it happened."
"It was about as good as anything could be. Total fantasy come true." I replied.
My sister smiled.
"Nice. I've always wanted to be a princess." Stacey stated. As she turned to walk out of the bathroom, she made the sound of a whip. "Whapish!" She made the whipping motion with her hand.
"Haha what?" I asked.
"That's right. Sister says, brother does. Or I can just hold my little kitten hostage." Stacey answered with a big sneer. "If I'm not letting you have it, you're not getting any sister."
I just looked at her, and she giggled.
"Uh huh." Stacey added.
"Oh well, it's worth it." I said to her.
"Well...this is gonna be fuuunn..." Stacey stated, throwing both hands around the back of my neck. I put my hands on her hips, and she stood on her tip toes and kissed me. "Now you can either come hang out with me for the day, or meet me back here, whichever. Doesn't matter to me."
I went home for the day, and she was all I could think about. It had only been a couple hours, when Stacey texted me.
"Hey. Are you sure you want to get together again tonight? I don't want us to be doing that stuff too much."
To which I replied;
"You should already know I'm not worried about it. I don't even feel different at all." And that wasn't truthful. I did feel different, but I wasn't having any doubts like the ones I knew she was having.
"Yeah, I guess it's too late anyway, huh? Might as well enjoy it. I'll see ya tonight!" Stacey texted back. I acknowledged her back, and continued to do what I was doing, which at this point, was just waiting to get with her again.
I took a shower, before heading back to the hotel room at about seven thirty. Stacey was already there, wearing a pair of black yoga pants, and a grey tank top.
"So Mom and Dad will know I'm in town tomorrow night, so this will be the last night for now." She stated. "Because I don't want to do anything right before we all get together. It's just too weird."
"Yeah, I figured that much." I responded. "That's totally fine, we'll just have to make this one count."
"Oh is that right?" Stacey said back in playful tone, wrapping her arms around my neck, and kissing me gently. I put my hands around her waist under her shirt, and kissed her back more intensely.