Chapter 4

The flush of a toilet wakes me. The wave of pain then bursts into my head.

“Fuuckkkk” I groan and I cup my hands over my eyes. The wave of realisation then comes crashing down on me. The realisation of who is in that toilet. The clues of clothes spread out across the floor. The obvious signs that someone slept next to me. The fact I’m in bed naked and that only happens after sex. I remember we had sex on the couch and then, then we, did we have sex in bed? I can’t remember.

“Um hi” Bridget greets me as she comes out of my en suite.

“Hi” I say back to her. Her hair is all disheveled and she is wearing one of my t shirts. She looks very sheepish.

“How are you feeling?” She asks.

“My head feels like someone has been using it as a drum all night.” I say as I rub my temples.

“Same as me then” she chuckles lightly. “Want me to make you some coffee?”

“I’m ok, think there’s a bottle of water in the refrigerator?” I hope there is.

“I’ll go grab it for you.” She offers.

“Painkillers too please!” I call out.

Bridget returns back with a pack of drugs and a large bottle of water. “Thank god.” I whisper. She comes around to my side of the bed and hands me the pack of drugs and places the water on my bedside table. She remains there as I pop two little pills, fuck it three. I take a big swig of water and wash it down.

“Want some?” I offer her. She simply stands there with her arms crossed under her chest and shakes her head.

“You can get back into bed!” I tell her.

“Are you sure?” Her voice doesn’t have that usual confidence, it almost feels like she thinks she’s in trouble.

“Just get in” I say to her as she quickly moves around the bed and gets back in next to me, pulling the covers over her.

I lay with my head on the pillow staring up at the ceiling. The events of last night going over in my mind. I remember dinner and then heading too ‘The Dragonfly’ but after that it’s pretty hazzy.

“Do you regret last night?” She asks just higher than a whisper. Like she was scared to ask aloud.

“God my head is hating me this morning, we drank a lot of booze!”

“That’s not what I meant ... I don’t mean the drinking...” She bites her lip in a nervous manner.

“No I know you didn’t...” The thought runs through my head. I feel I wasn’t compelty out of it that I could have stopped it if I wanted. If I didn’t have anything to drink would have I resisted or said something. Did it happen cause we were drunk yes. Did we both want it, yes. If I was to relive last night would I change anything, no. So do I regret having sex with my sister? I knew deep down what the answer was. Purely because that paining feeling of guilt wasn’t there.

“No I don’t regret it!” I say to her as I turn my head to look at her.

“You don’t? Or are you just saying that to not hurt my feelings.” I could see the fear in her eyes.

“Bridget I’m pretty sure, I know that if I did regret it. I would be freaking out right now.”

“But how do I know you’re not in your head and just putting on an act.” A tear rolls down her cheek. Wow this is really effecting her.

“Bridget. I love you and I don’t regret what we did, honest!” Truth was I wish my memory wasnt so fucked because I have this inner feeling that it was amazing and more happened than I can remember.

“I love you too!” She smiles as a few more tears fall. It’s a very emotional morning in our current states.

“Come here” I offer my arms and she gladly accepts my hug. I give her a quick kiss on the side of the head.

“Can I have some water?” She asks as she pulls away from the hug.

“Of course.” I reach over and grab the bottle and pass it to her. “Just keep it on your side. I need to pee.”

Once I’ve relieved myself I check my phone before getting back into bed. “God is that only the time. I’m going back to sleep.” I chuckle.

“Want me to leave?” She asks.

“Where did the confident, flirty, vulgar Bridget go?” I tease her.

“I’m still her” she smiles. “I just...”

“Bridget it’s fine. Just lay down and get some sleep!” I tell her and she simply nods.

I’m glad to say I manage to drift back to sleep. I’m stirred as Bridget edges her body closer to mine. I automatically pull her in to me as we cuddle in the spoon position. Yes I am spooning my step sister right now and yes I am naked. I’m pretty sure she is naked under the t shirt to. Does it feel wrong, in my heart no. My head is telling me it is but even that itself isn’t convinced.

We drift back off to sleep for I’m not sure how long until something else wakes me. It’s Bridget’s voice, well Bridget’s moans.

I gather my surroundings and realise that I have a hard on and Bridget is rubbing her body, more specifically her ass against it. I can’t deny that it feels good.

My hand that was resting on her thigh, slowly slides up her body. Slipping under her, well my t shirt, until I find her chest. I take her soft tit into my hands, I gently squeeze it and massage it. Gaining louder groans from Bridget. Her hand finds mine on the other side of the t shirt and helps squeeze her.

“Mmmm yes” she groans as her hips move a little faster and I begin to grind my cock against her.

I can’t help but let out a moan of my own as I breath her in. I can feel her hard nipple under my hand and I pay it some attention. Gently tugging on it and rubbing it with the rest of her soft mound.

“That feels good Jason” she whispers.

I continue to play with her tits and grind against her in a slow motion. My cock is throbbing hard and feels amazing sliding up and down the crack of her firm round ass. That wanting feeling is there though. Wanting, no needing more.

I remove my hand from her tit which she groans in sadness. I edge back slightly and use my hand to now guide my cock between her legs. I don’t find the entrance to her pussy but I wasn’t particularly looking for it. I simply slide my cock between her crotch and can instantly feel how wet she is.

“Oh fuck” she moans as my cock slides against her pussy.

She begins to tilt her hips back and forward to help with the Friction. It feels great there’s something so erotic about it. Not the position but the person. Last night alcohol played a big part but this morning. I know inside I want this. It wasn’t a one time thing. Maybe a part of me wants to find out what it’s like to have sex with Bridget when I am more lucid.

“I want to fuck you” I whisper to her.

“Fuckkk” she groans loudly as her fingers instantly find my cock and guide me home. I push forward and moan deeply as I slid into my sister’s pussy.

“Oh my god Jason...” Bridget moans as I push my cock in as deep as I can go. My hips resting against her plump ass. I just want to savour the feeling of her pussy wrapped around my cock. The need to fuck her quickly takes over and I start to pump my hips.

“Yes ... yes fuck me” she moans as I hold onto her and fuck her as hard as I can. It’s hard to have the same speed and pace in this position but I do my best. In truth I don’t want to go too fast because my head is killing me and too much I’m pretty sure it will explode.

I’m happy with the rhythm I have and going by the moans and groans of Bridget she is loving them too.

Her pussy feels magical around my cock. I’d happily lay here all day with my cock deep inside her. Less than twelve hours ago I didn’t want to be near her. Now I’m in her and don’t want to leave.

I keep fucking my sister hard and I can feel the end growing. I have no idea where I came last night so best to warn her.

“Bridget, I’m gonna cum!” I grunt.

“Fuck, me too, just keep going, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

I up my efforts that little bit for the last stride and slam into her hard as I cum. She screams out with pleasure as we both climax at the same time. My cock pumping cum into her exploding vagina.

“Oh Jason, fuckkk” she moans as I pump a few last times into her.

“Shit” I gasp, my head spinning a bit.

“Don’t take your cock out, just leave it there.” She requests and I’m more than happy to oblige.

We lay there for a while, the highs of our orgasms fade away being replaced by the alcoholic hangover.

“I’m going to shower.” I say to her as I climb out of bed.

“Ok” she nods as she lays there, a glow about her face of a freshly satisfied woman. I’m not being big headed but I have seen the look before and it’s a proud moment for a man. However seeing it on my sister, it wasn’t guilt or regret, it was much more than pride.

“Aren’t you coming?” I say as I walk into the en-suite.

“Thought you’d never ask!” She climbs out and follows me to the bathroom.

I get the shower nice and hot before Bridget joins me. I look at her naked form properly for the first time. She’s in great shape. She has slim flat torso, nice hips on top of her slender legs. Her breasts truely are incredible and just sit there nice perky and high. Her nipples hard already.

I offer her my hand and she takes it, as I guide her into my decent sized walk in shower.

She slips her arms around me and pulls me into a kiss. Theres no rush or urgency, just a tenderness. We kiss as the water cascades down us. It’s not long before our hands begin to roam each other.

I grab some soap and with hot water start to lather us up. The bubbles and water dripping all around us. I pay special attention to her big soapy tits as I caress them. Bridget’s head tilts back as she moans in pleasure. I lean forward and latch onto her neck. Kissing and gently nibbling. Her hand finds the back of my head and pulls me into her.

My cock is reawakening a little and is helped on as Bridget takes it in her hand and slowly strokes it. I guide her backwards so she’s against the shower wall and use the soapy sponge to clean down between her legs before I drop the sponge and use my hand. Even with the wetness of the shower I can still feel her womanly juices that are dripping out. I cup my hand on her pussy and begin to rub.