Oh fuck. My head felt like a construction crew was trying excavate a tunnel right behind my eyes. I don't know how much I had to drink last night but it was obviously too much. As my saliva started to flow I grimaced even more. 'I don't remember getting a cat' I thought. It felt like my mouth was filled with sand and a cat had used it for a litter box. My bladder was starting to complain now too.
I pulled my right arm from across my face where it had settled as I slept. My hand hit a damp spot and I wondered if I had pissed the bed in my drunken stupor last night. As my eyes opened I realized I was in my own bed. I shifted my legs a little and felt the tightness that comes from post sex fluids drying on my body. 'That explains the wet spot.' I thought. But who did I sleep with?
I looked across the bed. Whoever it was was still there and just as nude as I was. I could only see her legs since the whole upper part of her body was wrapped in the top sheet from my bed. As I rose to take care of my bladder I looked at the bare legs and ass, since she was laying on her stomach. Very sexy and shapely legs. It looked like whoever they belonged to liked to keep them well toned. The right leg was laid out straight and the left was bent at the knee her left foot laying across her right calf giving me a nice view of her slit and anus. There was an obvious glob of cum clinging to her lips.
My cock was getting hard standing there looking at those legs. My brain kept trying to tell me I knew whose legs those were but in my hung over haze I refused to listen.
I turned to head for my bathroom and nearly stumbled as my feet got tangled in a dress lying on the floor. 'I know that dress.' But my mind was still too thick to think clearly.
Once in the bathroom I grabbed the ibuprofen and the Tylonol and downed two of each. I went to the shower and started just the hot water. Once the steam was flowing I turned the cold water and tested with my hand until the water was the right temp. I climbed in and just stood under the spray of hot water letting it soothe me as much as it could. My eyes were closed so I never sensed the shadow as it neared the shower. I felt two arms circle my waist and two very erect nipples poked into back as a set of lips kissed the back of my neck.
"Morning Dean." Holy shit! That voice belonged to my sister Brenda. Now I knew what my brain had been screaming all morning.
"Uhh. Brenda? What's going on?"
"I'll let you know everything in a bit. Now isn't really the time for talk." Then she said "Give me the soap so I can do your back. Then you can do mine."
I absently handed her the bar of soap and soon her hands were lathering me from my shoulders all the way to my ankles. For a few seconds she even had soaped my sack. She spun me around with her hands at my hips and as she stood up placed a none too sisterly kiss on my mouth. Her tongue was licking my lips and I just gave in and opened up for the tongue to tongue contact she was craving. She slowly broke the kiss and turned her back as she handed me the soap. I did just as she had done to me. When I got to her ass she told me to make sure I washed all my cum from her pussy. This got my head spinning out of control. What the hell happened last night?
She finished washing the front of her body and the water was starting to lose it's heat. I turned off the water and grabbed two towels from the rack. I handed Brenda one and we both dried off with me not being able to take my eyes off her sexy body.At 5'9" she was tall and lean. Her body like a runway model's. I already told you she has great toned legs. This came from years of running and lately many nights of dancing in the clubs. Her body had very little fat on it as a result. Her breasts were magnificent. I was pretty sure they were at least a 34D. The areolas about two inches across. Her nipples were still erect and stood proud of her areola about a quarter inch and seemed to be about the same in diameter. Perfect. As I keep my gaze rising I looked right into her eyes. Just like my own eyes Brenda's eyes seemed to change depending on her mood and the clothes she was wearing. At times a very light blue that hinted at the fun behind them. Other times so dark they almost looked gray. Right now they were so light that I was mesmerized.
"OK Dean knock it off."
I didn't realize I was staring until she spoke. I noticed a big smile on her lips. She used the towel to wrap her hair and strode from the bathroom. I wrapped my towel around my waist and followed. She looked back at me and said "Just drop that towel right there and join me in the kitchen." With that she walked right out of the bedroom. I did as she said my head still a little foggy but becoming clearer. I was remembering little details from the previous night but they were jumbled and I couldn't make sense of them. Just one or two second flashes of drinking and dancing with my sister.
Brenda was standing at the sink filling the coffee pot with water. I looked her legs and ass up and down a couple of times. I marveled at how gorgeous they looked like this. I had made comments over the years to Brenda about how great her legs looked. She usually gave me a big hug and said "thanks" whenever I did. She stood up on her toes to reach the coffee can sitting on top of the fridge. She didn't have to do that, I think she did it to tease me because she knew I was looking at her long legs.
Soon the coffee was brewing and she began to grab the eggs and some veggies from the fridge. Two veggie omelets done just as the coffee finished brewing.
