Birds of a Feather | Cola and Dini

[Pina Colada]

Genevieve woke up to the sound of her heartbeat in her ears as the pain of her hangover decided to rear it’s ugly head. An annoyed sigh escaped her throat as she stretched as burrowed her face deeper into her pillow that smelled like someone else. She smiled as her mind became more alert, feeling the way her bare skin felt under the cotton sheets as her memories of last night returned a bit. Melissa had been having her annual summer party and having just returned home from college she was ready to blow of some steam. The twenty year old remembered having a few too many drinks and sliding into dark corners of the room with one too many men…which was probably why she felt so deliciously sore but she didn’t remember coming back to Melissa’s room with anyone else, and she definitely wouldn’t’ have had drunken sex in her bed, right? Under normal circumstances the answer was no but she didn’t get drunk too often either so there was a first for everything. It was then that Gene lifted her head and opened whisky colored eyes, looking around her friend’s room. Her clothes were on the floor as where a pair of jeans that seemed strangely familiar.

Gene sat up and turned towards the lucky guy who’d managed to get into her pants and frowned in confusion when she saw her sibling. She stared a little bit longer and her eyes began to narrow as she pulled the sheets off of him and saw his naked form. Why they were naked, or he was even there didn’t set in until an image of her grinding in a faceless person’s lap with nothing but her panties on and the smell of her bother’s cologne flashed through her mind. She remembered the feel of his hands on her body, the teasing and rewards but her mind conveniently blocked out the face…for good reason. Her body moved on its own accord as she scrambled off the bed, taking the sheets with her as the pressure in her head increased.

“Fuck. Really?” She could see the pink scratches on his back and her finger tips tingled as she remembered herself putting them there. “Fuck.” She also remembered the feel of him between her legs, hell the proof was sliding down her leg. Who fucks their brother? This is my life not some porno. She wanted to scream but she didn’t want anyone to find them like this. Instead she dropped the sheet and slid into her sheer lace panties and covered her full breasts with the matching bra. She heard him shift on the bed and picked up her brother’s jeans and pelted them at his back with as much force as she could muster.

“Get up!” Her normally warm voice was nothing more than a panicked hiss as she slid her black maxi dress over lightly tanned skin until it hugged the hourglass curves of her body, effectively covering the two blossom tattoos on her with side of her waist and the hickey on her breast and thigh. She ran a shaky hand through her short mahogany curls as her face flushed from the tears she was keeping at bay. Maybe it wasn’t him that she had sex with. After all she really couldn’t remember his face. What about the marks on his back, the cologne? Not enough evidence, then what about the cum dripping down your legs or the fact that siblings don’t sleep together naked Gene! Okay so she couldn’t really deny it but she was damn sure she hadn’t initiated this. He had to know it was her in the room. The lights might’ve been out but it wasn’t that dark and she liked to think her brother actually looked at the faces of the girl’s he slept with. Going to the door, she was grateful to find it was locked and proceeded to unlock it before peering out into the hall and finding no one there. Closing it again and turning to face her brother with folded arms, still swollen lips, and unshed tears as she let out a throaty whisper.

“What the hell did you do because I need a really good excuse for why you thought it was a good fucking idea to fuck your little sister.” She knew she couldn’t place all the blame on him because despite not remember how they ended up having sex, she knew she hadn’t once said ‘no’ or refused his advances. More importantly she was angry with her body for enjoying it some much because it seemed like she wanted more of the pleasure to calm her aching nerves. God she was never drinking again.

 

[dinismith]

RE: Birds of a Feather | Colada and Angel

The feel of the bed shaking pulled Marcus from a dreamless sleep as he sighed, a familiar smell filling his nose. He wasn’t sure why he was in his sister’s bed but he didn’t really care as he began to drift off again. It wasn’t until he felt the pair of jean being pelted at him that jolted away, a curse slipping from his lips. “God Gene! What’s your problem.” The words came out low and scratchy as he set up and rubbed his eyes of sleep. What time was it and what did she even need him for. He grabbed his jeans and swung his legs over the bed, realizing for the first time that he was naked…and it wasn’t Genevieve’s room. He pulled his pants on quickly as his eyes followed his sister only to widen slightly as she turned to face him, tears in her eyes.

“Shit! Shit, shit, shit.” He ran a hand through his dark hair, his heart beating a mile a minute as he tried to calm his nerves. Marcus remembered vividly what they did last night and hadn’t once tried to stop her when she came into the room, when she slid in next to him and burrowed in his chest. He didn’t try to stop her when she kissed him. In that moment he couldn’t remember why thought it would be okay, why he didn’t think about the consequences. Taking a deep breath he snatched his shift off the floor before standing up to his full height of 5’11 and going to put on his shoes. He didn’t know what to say to her to make things alight because they weren’t and the fact that she didn’t remember anything had him panicking inside. He never wanted to hurt her and he hoped to God she didn’t think he forced her…not that he was even clear on what they would call what had happened.

Turning to face her he pinched the bridge of his nose, his lips thin with tension. “I did’t do anything! Look, I didn’t plan for any of this to happen.” His voice came out harshly and he back tracked. “I’m sorry Gene, and we need to talk about this but now is the right time. We need to leave.” He reached for her but she shook her head fiercely before opening the door and walking away. His chest tightened as he stood there for a moment before looking around the room to make sure they had everything and leaving. There were still a couple of people sleeping in the house. Some on the floor or couches. Most of them were friends of Mel so it made sense. There was silly string and red cups everywhere, but the house was still intact for the most part. He continued down the hall without pause, following a few feet behind Gene. He could tell she was tense and that fact that it was him making her feel that was upset him. Even so, her movements and the way that dress molded to her had his mind bring up snippets from last night. Like the way her ass felt or how her waist was so small in his hands. He clenched his jaw and shook his head to clear the images.

The two got in the car and he pulled out of the driveway without a word. He could see the way she pretty much tried to put as much space between them as possible and shook his head. He knew she was waiting for him to respond but he still didn’t know what to say. There was no way to spin having sex with you sister. The two had always been close. Only two years apart, he remembered them taking baths together when they were little, teasing her when she had her first crush, wanting to kick her boyfriend’s ass when he cheated. He taught her how to ride her bike and she taught him how to cook. They did everything together and he loved his sister. He just never expected he would ever show that love in a way that was anything other than platonic. But there was something that happened last night that made him do otherwise. She was no longer just his sister, she was also someone who had matured into a beautiful woman and…well he noticed.

Pulling into the parking lot, he cut the engine and turned to look at Gene, his green eyes looking at her sadly before getting out of the car and heading inside his house. He’d moved out of their parent’s house two years ago but lived close enough that Gene came to visit him from time to time. Dropping his keys on the front table he finally opened his mouth. “I don’t know what to say to make this alright Gene but I would never try to hurt you. You know that right? I didn’t force you into anything.” He grimaced at the way that sounded and held up his hands. “I’m not accusing you. It’s not like I turned you away but…” He shook his head. “We messed up and there’s nothing we can do about it but I don’t want to lose you.” He took a step closer to her. “I really am sorry this all happened.”

 

[Pina Colada]

Gene’s face fell at his response. He didn’t do anything?! Having sex with his sister wasn’t doing anything? Gene opened her mouth in retort but Marcus was already backtracking. He knew he the things coming out of his mouth could get him in even more trouble and when he reached for her, she promptly stepped away with a shake of her head. Gene didn’t want him to touch her, to feel any part of her. She felt strange about him doing anything with her now. Without a word, she stepped out of the room and made her way out of the house and to the car.

She felt so strange. Marcus’ words kept replaying in her head. He didn’t do anything. She then it was her that initiated whatever had happened? Did she not know it was him? Did she not care? As much as she tried to remember, all that came up were shadowy images. She didn’t remember how it all started, didn’t even know if she really wanted to. Marcus would have to tell her. While she knew he would never lie to her, the thought that he would have to relay how things went down left her feeling angry and embarrassed. She wondered what he thought about his little sister now.

It didn’t take them long to get to his house, Audrey didn’t know whether to be happy about the fact. She followed him inside without a word, closing and locking the door behind her. It was cool inside and she went to sit on the couch as she waited for him to say something. Naturally everything smelled like him, carried his cologne and natural scent. It caused her skin to tingle. The sudden sound of his voice caused her body to tense and her eyes immediately fell to her lap.

The more he spoke the warmer her face became and she knew she was close to losing it. She felt so fucking embarrassed, so confused, so guilty. The fact that she didn’t remember, that she enjoyed it, and that she didn’t know where they were going to from here all contributed to it. She didn’t want their relationship to change but she knew she would never look at him the same way. She brought her hands to her face to wipe the tears that were falling.

“God Marcus...” Thinking about this was exhausting. “How am I supposed to go home after this?” Dark eyes stared up at Marcus with shame. “How am I supposed to face mom and dad?” The muscles in her face shifted and munched before finally crumpling as she shook her head back and forth.

“You can stay here for the night.” The grimace that passed her face must’ve been enough for him to continue on. “Or I can drop you off at a friend’s house. You need to be with someone right now though.” Gene didn’t have the energy to figure that all out now. She just wanted…she didn’t know what she wanted.

“What…How did this happen?” Sitting back on the couch, she sighed before biting her lip. “Tell me what happened. What I did? I just don’t understand.” She gestured to him nonchalantly. “I mean you’re hot and all but…” The smallest smile appeared on her face as she closed her eyes. There wasn’t anything she could do to change the situation so, the best thing for both of them would be to just deal with it and move on.

 

[dinismith]

OOC | Get ready for my uber typos

Marcus sat down on the table coffee table in front of Gene, watching the way her emotions shifted on her face. He couldn’t really give her an answer about their parents. While she might be able to act like nothing was wrong when she was alone, Marcus knew their interactions might be different if and when he came home to visit them. The situation was still too new for him to have a plan, to know where to go. Her last question caused his spine to tense. Did she really remember so little?

“What would be the point Gene. You already feel bad enough, is remembering really the best way to go?” It was enough that he remembered, in vivid detail. Saying it out loud would only make it worse, make him feel like complete shit for not trying to stop it.

“I just…I want to know what I said, if I knew it was you. I just need to know Marcus.” The words were nothing more than a throaty whisper and Marcus knew he couldn’t say no. Looking down at the hardwood floor, he counted the lines in the wood as thoughts of last night swirled around in his head.

“It was late into the party. A lot of people had left for the night and I was in no condition to drive so I looked for an open room to crash….I’m not sure how much time passed but you eventually stumbled in and kicked and I woke up from the sound. I don’t think you knew anyone was inside because the next thing I know, you’re crawling into the bed with me.” His eyes looked anywhere but at his sister as he talked. It was difficult to get through. “It was dark and didn’t know it was you until you were right next to me…” The more he talked the more he fell into what happened last time.

Marcus smiled as recognized his sister and shook his head, it was clear she was drunk beyond reason as she seemingly passed out on the bed and he closed his eyes once more to do the same until she scooted closer to his back, her arm sliding around his waist and burrowing her face into his neck. Opening his eyes, he looked down at her with a slight frown before looping an arm around her in comfort. While the two were close, it had been a long time since she latched on to him like this and it was usually when she was feeling down. She took a deep breath before moving in closer, her lips grazing his neck.

“Gene?” His words were gravely from sleep as he leaned back and looked at her face, the only thing in the room that didn’t make him dizzy. Her eyes were at half mast, breathing through her mouth and her skin was hot even to his own warm body. She licked her lips before leaning in and kissing Marcus. He froze as she did so a second and third time, her lips soft and light. He was confused but also strangely aroused as she moved on, kissing along the line of his jaw and continuing down his neck, sending chills through his body. “Genevieve wai-” He stopped short as she climbed on top of him and straddled his waist.

“Please…” Gene’s words were low as she placed another kiss on his lips. “Please, just a little.” She moved her hips, grinding into his crotch and he gasped as his arms instinctively rose to her hips. He traced his fingers up both of her arms until his hands were cupping his face, pulling her toward him, all moral thought gone. Neither of them would remember this tomorrow. Neither of them would go too far.

He inhaled her sweet scent and felt his lungs fill with it, a heady mixture of arousal. His mind was racing to catch up with what was happening. He didn't know he wanted this from her, but now that it was happening, he didn’t want it to stop. Before he could think twice about using some sense of restraint, he laced his hands with her hair and pulled her down for a long kiss, his tongue licking her bottom lip, wanting to taste her. She hummed in pleasure as she opened her mouth to him, her hands sliding underneath his shirt as his hands travelled down to her smooth thighs, reaching underneath her dress to cup her ass. She felt incredible in his hands, soft and supple. She bit his lips causing his growing cock to spasm as they broke apart for air.

"Do you want me?" She murmured into his mouth. "Tell me." He opened his eyes and looked at her, even in the dark he could see her swollen lips and the shine in her eyes. She pressed her hips into his again and his jaw clenched as his hands tightened on her waist.

"Yes..” He kissed her chin before turning an pinning her beneath him on the bed. “Yes, I want you." She could feel the long hard length of him pressing against her thigh as he used his legs to spread her apart. He then brought one hand down to her thigh, teasing the skin there as he moved closer to her center with each second. He watched as writhed beneath him, a moan escaping her lips when he slid a finger inside, her folds already wet from arousal. Gene’s hips immediately bucked in response when he added a second while kissed her and muffled any whimpers that up.

His other hand pulled down the top of dress, before cupping her breast and teasing her nipples. She felt so good beneath him and he didn’t want to stop. "You are perfect, so perfect." He deliberately curled his fingers when he found her spot, pressing against it with each move his arm made as he fucked her with them, eliciting the sexiest sounds of pleasure from her that went straight to his dick. Her own hands traveled down to the fly of his jeans and he froze as she popped open the top button and slid his jeans down enough to free him, her hand wrapping around the base and squeezing. It wasn’t long before hands were sliding up and down his member while his hands continued fucking her. He could tell that she was close to cumming by the way the walls of her pussy were clutching around him and it made him even harder to know that it was because of him.

“I need to cum.” She whispered the words against his lips as she lifted her hips, wanting his fingers deeper. “Fuck me. I need more…please.” Marcus slowed down in his movements as he looked down at her, his fingers slipping from her folds as he reached up and cupped her cheeks until she opened her eyes and looked at him. He wanted to. God how he wanted to but he needed to be sure she knew what he was saying. He could hear the longing and desperation in her voice and saw the same thing in her heated eyes. A ragged breath escaped his mouth before he made his decision – arousal, alcohol and the look in her eyes being all he needed know. He pulled her dress down and off in one slow motion, looking down at her for a moment before pulling his jeans off and positioning himself between her legs, rubbing his dick along her slit before pressing inside just as his pressed a kiss against her lips.

“I don’t think I need to hear anymore.” Marcus’ head shot up as he snapped back to the present. He could hear his pulse in his ears and licked his lips as he tried to calm himself down. Looking at Gene, he saw that her face was flushed and she’d crossed her legs. He wondered if her look was from embarrassment or if she was feeling just as hot as he was and what she told her was only the abridged version.

“I won’t lie. I took advantage of the situation…but my stupid drunk self didn’t think it would go that far and by then it was too late.” His eyes scanned her face for any sign that she understood. “And when you asked me to…when I looked at you…I thought you knew. I though you knew it was me that you were with. That it was me you wanted and I was too fucking drunk and horny to see otherwise or that there was even a problem with it. We were too far gone.” As he looked at her, he wished for the first time that she wasn’t his sister because talking about it only made him want to do it again. He hadn’t experienced anything like last night and he wanted it so badly in that moment even though he tried to deny it. "I'm sorry Gene

 

[Pina Colada]

OOC | oh you think you're bad?

Gene kept her eyes closed as she shook her head. “I just want to know what I said, if I knew it was you. I just need to know Marcus. Please.” She knew she wasn’t going to like what she heard but that wasn’t the point. All she could remember was the feeling. She took deep breaths as he gathered his thoughts, hoping it wouldn’t be as bad as she felt it was. As he spoke, she remembered some of what he was saying vaguely. She knew she came into the room because Mel told of to crash before she burned when she saw her hugged up in a corner with some random guy she used to know from high school so she did. Her actually getting to the room was blur but she did remember crawling inside the bed and getting closer to Marcus because he smelled familiar and good. She remembered her the churning inside her stomach settle when breathed him in and scooted further, wanting to be as close to it as possible.

She didn’t remember him calling her name but she did remember the moment she recognized that it was guy in bed with her. Gene could feel her face heating up with embarrassment as she admitted to herself just how loose and horny she was when she was drunk because in her mind it clicked that he was someone that could help with that. She was completely fucking out of it and all she wanted to do was feel. She definitely remembered that feeling. She also remembered the feel of his rough hands, the way the roamed her body and teased her. She remembered him the need in his voice when he told her he wanted it her. It was in a tone she’d never heard but she heard his sleeping voice enough to realize that she had to have known it Marcus who was touching her.

Gene opened her eyes at the realization and looked at Marcus as he continued on, noticing how lost in his own thoughts he was. He remembered every detail and she knew he was replaying it again in his mind from the way his voice dipped, much in the same way it had last night. She licked her lips when he told her how perfect he thought she was and shifted in her seat as the phantom feel of his fingers between her legs had her tingling. The way he described her actions didn’t surprise Gene. She was never shy when it came to getting what she wanted but she never remembered asking anyone before but she’d said it twice to him. And she did finally remember that moment when he cupped her face. If she wasn’t mistaken it was the first time she really opened her eyes and looked at him. The first time she recognized that familiar eye color. She remembered her eyes travelling across his face and taking him in. She remember how much she wanted him in that moment and she knew he must have seen that. The only thing Gene didn’t know was if it was because it was Marcus or she just needed a dick to make her cum. All of it made her feel strange and the longing way he talked about it didn’t help matters because she knew enough to know he did more than make her cum and her body felt like it wanted more.

“I don’t think I need to hear anymore.” Her voice caught in her throat, suddenly tight with tension. She could see the blush that formed on his face and was glad she wasn’t the only one embarrassed. Her eyes fell from him when he admitted his fault in the situation and she shook her head and took a deep breath. “You should be sorry for not stopping it. But this is my fault.”

“Gene-” She held up her hand to stop him before continuing.

“I went into that room because Mel was trying to make sure I didn’t spread my legs to some guy at the party so when I crawled in bed and realized there was someone who could fuck me I took the opportunity.” She looked down at her lap as she swallowed against the lump in her throat. “And I remembered that you smelled...so familiar and I just wanted to be engulfed by it. I don’t remember you calling my name but I do remember your hands and how you made me feel.” She looked up at him, her brows scrunched in concentration. “I remember now that it was voice and I don’t know how I didn’t recognize it last night…or maybe I just ignored it but it’s not like it matters because I knew it was you after made me look at you Marcus. I knew it was you,” Her voice came out in a whisper as she tried to talk though the tears that wanted to come. “Who was inside of me and I was too drunk to care. It’s not your fault you have a sister who can’t keep her legs closed so I apologize for that.” Her eyes focused on the wall and licked the salty tears from him lips and wiped her face. There wasn’t much else she could say in either of their defense. They both fucked up, they both admitted to it and that was that. A sigh slipped from her mouth as she actively began to push everything from her mind, something she did ever since she was a child to deal with unwanted situations.

“I need to take a shower and lie down.” She looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it wasn’t even nine yet. There was too much time left in the day, maybe she could go to sleep and find this was all a dream. “I’m going to stay here. I don’t really want to be with anyone else right now.” Her voice was hollow to her own ears but she couldn’t help it as she went upstairs to his room without another word and closing the door behind her. Slipping inside his bathroom, she shut the door and turned on the shower head before sliding out of her dress and grabbed a towel before stepping inside. A murmur of pleasure escaped her lips as the warm water slid over her body and she stood there for a moment. Hearing him describe the night was surprising. Gene hadn’t expected him to remember so much and she wondered what it meant that he did. She also wondered if he was like that with every girl he fucked, if he was always so focused on their pleasure. The thought of him had her shuddering and she shook her head to snap out of it. The sooner she stopped thinking about it, the better.

Letting her hands glide over her skin, she rinsed making sure she got everywhere and paused as she felt between her legs. The water made everything loosen as she could feel the silky, stickiness of her own cum…and Marcus.’ She brought her fingers to her face as she played with it, a thin line of cum connecting her two fingers. Before she thought about it, her fingers dipped into her mouth, tasting, cleaning. Her only saving grace was that she had the IUD and knew Marcus was clean. The more she thought about the more she realized she had to have known it was Marcus. She wasn’t stupid enough to sleep with a stranger without a condom, drunk or not. A blush came to her already flushed face as she realized what she was doing and grabbed the soap to finish washing up. She did so thoroughly before getting out of the shower and going back into his room, grabbing one of his shirts and shorts to put on. After she got dressed, she slipped into his bed and boroughed under the covers. Everything smelled like him, like he did last night and it didn’t help. She stilled as she heard the door knock.

“It’s open.” Marcus stepped inside and slipped his shoes off as he pointed to the shower.

“I’m just gonna hop in really fast.” He kept his gaze down as he disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door. She turned until she was facing the window and listened to the sound of the shower running as she tried to quiet her mind but found it was hard. It wasn’t too long before he stepped into the room again but she kept her back turned as he got dressed until she heard him trying to leave. She turned to face him just as he opened the door.

“Where are you going?” He jumped slightly as he turned to face her.

“I thought you were asleep. I was just going to crash on the couch.” Gene rolled her eyes as she began scooting over.

“This is your bed so you can cut the bullshit. It’s big enough for the both of us and it always has been.” The look of confusion and apprehension on his face had her frowning. “Look the sooner we get back to normal the easier this will be. We’re not drunk and I know you’re not going to attack me so stop standing there looking awkward. I just want to go to sleep.” From the shocked look he couldn’t seem to wipe off his face, it was clear he didn’t know how to feel about the situation but he listened to her and slid slowly into the bed, making sure there was more than enough distance between them. She wasn’t bothered by it though. Having him there always made it easier for her to sleep and she closed her eyes to do just that.

 

[dinismith]

Marcus remained downstairs as she made her way to his room. He didn’t know what to think now. Was he really just another body for her to fuck or did she let him continue because she felt the same way he had in that moment? He didn’t know if he wanted the answer to that question but he couldn’t keep it inside for too long. Standing up he made his way to the kitchen and grabbed a glace of water before heading upstairs and knocking on his door before entering.

His room smelled fresh and was warm from the steam in the bathroom. Seeing Gene under his covers brought a small smile on his face before his lowered his eyes and he gestured towards the shower. “I’m just gonna hop in really fast.” Closing the door quietly behind him, he stripped down and turned on the shower while stepping in. He could smell a mixture of Gene’s perfume from the clothes she’d left on the floor and the soap she used and decided a cold shower was what he needed. He lathered the soap on his body as he tried to think of other things than last night, like facing their parents as she mentioned. Marcus was hopping he wouldn’t really have too. He saw them on the weekends because they were close but “work” could change that. Leaving Gene alone to deal with it would make him an asshole though and he didn’t want to lose any more of her respect. When he took her home, he’d be there as well to make sure she was okay and could handle it before he left. It was the least he could do.

Rinsing off he grabbed a towel dried off before wrapping it around his waist and leaving the bathroom, his skin covering in goosebumps as it tried to warm up. He pulled on an old short and basketball shorts before heading for the door, tensing when Gene started talking. His amber eyes looked at her in confusion before responding. “I thought you were asleep. I was just going to crash on the couch.” The look on her face only make it worse, where did she think he was gonna go?

“Gene I don-” She cut him off before he could even finish. Shaking his head he moved towards the bed and got under the covers, sighing at finally being in his own home. He knew arguing when Gene was like talking to wall, so he didn’t bother and it’s not like she was wrong in her thinking. Even so he couldn’t relax as his body finally warmed. Even though his mind was slowly going back into sibling mode, his body had yet to do so and having her so close was still too much. He could say it was because he hadn’t gotten laid in a while but that had never been an issue before. It was because it was Gene. As he looked at the ceiling, he could hear her breathing slow and was glad at least one of them was sleeping. Turning towards her, he wondered if they could really go back to normal so easily. If he even wanted to. Why wouldn’t you want to? If he was honest with himself he would admit it was because he’d never felt anything like what had happened last night. He’d never wanted to please someone so thoroughly, never been so affected by someone’s touch. It was scary how much his body craved her in those dark moments last night and the urge was still there today. Quiet, but ever present.

Taking a deep breath, he burrowed deeper under the covers and closed his eyes willing himself to sleep. They needed real rest.

Unfortunately, sleep didn’t quell totally quell his body and as his mind finally relaxed, his body immediately moved closer to Gene until he was pressed flush against her back, his arm looping around her waist as he buried his faced in her neck and entwined his legs with hers. It was only then that he could fully relax in sleep, body and all.

Four hours later he woke up from a dreamless sleep to find himself in entangled with her but didn’t move, savoring her warmth for a long moment. He breathed in the honeysuckle scent in her hair and brushed his lips softly against her neck before slowly disentangling himself from her and picking their clothes up before heading downstairs and putting them in the wash. He ran a hand through his short hair as made his way to the kitchen and turned on the stove to make some tea and coffee.

 

[Pina Colada]

Gene didn’t know whether or not to will herself back to sleep as the smell of coffee assaulted her senses. In her dreams she remembered all that she’d forgotten about last night. She saw the way his brow furrowed when she lowered herself on top of him, filling her to the core. She remembered how he kissed her to muffle her moans when he hit her spot and how he bit his lip to keep from shouting out the pleasure of his orgasm. In her dream he made her cum with his cock, his fingers, and his mouth. He worshiped her body and brought her to the edge repeatedly. She wanted to remain sleeping but it was no longer possible. Opening her eyes, she realized the object of her dreams was gone and that her body was hot, nipples hard and pussy dripping her arousal onto his sheets.

“Shit!” She pulled the sheets to the side and saw a silky wet spot on the sheet and tried to rub it out with her shirt, making it worse in the process. Getting out of the bed she pulled the sheets over the spot and pulled off her short. She could feel it dripping down her leg and cursed her body as went to the bathroom to wipe it off. A few minutes later she walked down the stairs, a faint blush on her cheeks as she entered the kitchen in nothing but his oversized shirt that did little to hide her sensitive nipples. She didn’t want to get another pair of his shirts dirty but her clothes were gone.

A smile came to her face as she saw he’d already poured her a cup of coffee and she picked it up and took a sip. He even put the crème and sugar in it. “Thanks. I needed this.” She licked her lips as she sat the cup down and looked at him. Now that she remembered everything, she could stop thinking about how different he looked when he was having sex. She shifted nervously and tugged at the bottom of her shirt before sitting on the stool in front of the counter.

“I remember what happened last night.” She cleared her throat. “Had a dream….that wasn’t really a dream, but you get what I mean.” She took another sip of her coffee as she watched him. “You were really…thorough.” She looked down at her cup, a smile playing on her lips as she began to feel like her old self again. “If you weren’t my brother I’d ask you to do it again.” She scratched the back of her neck and slid off the stool.

“Yeah...on another note, where are my clothes and have you called mom and dad?”