Dungeons and Drunk Girls Ch. 01

When she looked up at me, barely making out her eyes in the dark, and she said she was cumming... Well, folks, that did it for me. I sawed my hips back out of her, but her heels kicked my ass cheeks back down and she screamed out, barely making words... "Cuummminnnmeee!" I think, anyway. Best translation to text I can get. That... word? Stays with me. I hear it in my dreams. Better than 'I love you,' I think.

Anyways, I did. Legs shaking and balls pumping my sister full of my cum, as requested. Demanded. Whatever.

There was quiet after that, somewhere in the neighborhood of one AM, everyone else fucked into a coma by that point. The only sounds in the whole house was our heavy breathing.

She spoke first, before I'd shrunk out of her. "Yeah. So. Something there, all right."

"You think?"

"Mm. Oh, shit, the couch."

"Shit."

***

It turned out to be fairly easy to clean up... we'd ended up at least partially positioned over a throw pillow neither of us had noticed. Still, it required some attention. We dressed in the dark, and only turned the lights on after, to assess the damage.

There was another issue, though, besides the soiled pillow. At least for me. The Ashley I'd known before was just a cutout, a sister shaped silhouette. Now, I saw her clearly for the woman she was. When I saw her freckled shoulder, it was suddenly the prettiest random pigment scattering I'd ever beheld. Her previously just plain brown hair had hints of gold and copper, rich tones like a well kept and lovingly polished wood antique. Her eyes were no longer just a dark blue, they were the color of a summer storm, a rolling metallic gray, chased with flashes of heat lightning. Her slightly uptilted nose was adorable, her ears delicate pink shells.

I kept staring, and she did eventually notice. She looked up from gently scrubbing the pillow with a washcloth, and I'd like to imagine she had the same pause, the same epiphany at my own appearance in a new frame of reference. I truly don't know, she said nothing, only blinked at me a few times before returning to her task.

I got up and went to our downstairs linen closet, to fetch us some spare bedding. Just a couple of old blankets and a pair of pillows. When I came back, she was waiting for me. The damp pillow was set to the side of the couch, her hands folded above her thighs.

"What do we do now?" I asked. She'd kind of frozen me in place with her stare, I figured I'd best say something.

She nodded, as if I'd answered a question instead of asking one. "Well. We have options. A lot of them are really dumb, though, so..."

"Like what?" I approached the couch and piled up the linens on the coffee table. "What's the dumbest thing we could do, right now?"

"Fuck again. No, wait. Go wake up our friends, first. If we do it again, there's only a chance someone will catch us. So, to be sure we're fully down with the idiocy, we'd have to, like, bang in front of at least one of them."

She was so right. We'd be outed as incestuous freaks, horny siblings engaging in their lowest carnal desires. Such a stigma would follow us throughout the rest of our lives. Our friends would be the heralds of our misdeeds; in whispers, DM's, and short form video confessions. That's if they didn't take pictures and just post it on Instagram with a shocked face emoji blocking the good bits.

"Kaitlyn? She strikes me as the most gossipy." I sat next to Ashley, and pulled a stray curl of hair out of her face. Her ponytail had been destroyed in the scuffle.

"Good call. But any of them, really." She leaned back into the couch. The curl I'd parked behind her ear swung back to its previous position with the motion.

"So what's the smart thing?"

"Don't look at each other, don't speak to each other, never, ever touch each other again, and deny, deny, deny."

"That doesn't strike me as a realistic goal." Or, in fact, one I desired.

"Considering how much willpower it's taking me not to jump on top of you again, right now... probably not." Her either, it seemed.

"Glad I'm not the only one struggling." I leaned over for a brotherly shoulder bump. "Maybe, we turn out the lights again, and just do it real quietly, just to get it out of our systems."

She grinned at me, and appeared to consider the offer. "You're cute, but no. I don't think that's how we 'get it out' of our systems."

"So... I guess back to the original question, then. Now what?"

She puffed air at the lock of hair in her face. "We act normal. Or try to. Until we're alone. Then..." Her eyes cut to mine and the sheet lightning flashed. "Then we can try to work this out. The fun way."

We came up with a truly simple plan that would have us alone in this home, at least until mom and dad came home. We'd deal with that when the time came. See, I'd been unaware that she'd planned for the girls to be here the whole weekend, at least.

So she was going to claim she didn't feel good, mixing flavored hard seltzer with snack food had turned her stomach. I thought it wasn't a bad idea, since she was insistent on saving face as opposed to just telling them to leave.

After we'd turned the lights off and were under separate blankets, we kept talking, gaming out different scenarios. I had no issues telling my boys to just fuck off, come morning. She seemed to think it was a bad idea. I argued that the guys wouldn't pay it any mind... that she was overthinking the whole thing.

She was the one who brought it up first. There in the dark, after we'd been quiet for a while, our feet tangled up in each other. From the other end of the couch I heard her give out a huge sigh.

"What's up?" I asked. "Thought you were asleep."

"Almost. Had a big brain moment, though, jolted me awake."

"Go on," I said. Whatever she'd been thinking about was probably more constructive than what had been on my mind. I'd just been thinking about how soon I could get her out of her clothes, to add her fully nude form to my new frame of reference for her. Which bits of her I wanted to worship first, that sort of thing.

"So, the super smart thing? The way to make it where nobody has even the slightest inkling of the two of us?"

I grunted for her to keep going as I shifted on the couch.

"We bang someone else. You go... I guess... with Violet. I'd need someone like... hm. Which of your boys would be the most, like, no strings attached guy?"

I wasn't thrilled with the prospect, and I took a while to answer. "I'm pretty sure I don't want to share you..."

"I don't want to share you either. But, I could deal with it, if it meant we could spend more time together, later."

More contemplation on my part, another long silence. "You're right. It is smarter. I'm not happy about it, but I see your point. But you'd have to steal one of my guys from one of your girls, unless you got a booty call you can make."

"My girls would be fine with it, guarantee. And, no, I'm not casual with anyone else right now. C'mon, which one of your friends should I hit up?"

"Well, then, I guess Ben. He's the chillest. But Theo is not the wrong choice either... kinda a man-slut."

"I take back Violet, I forgot how crazy jealous she can be." Her voice was dragging, low and croaking. "Which one of the other two would you want?"

"Not picky. They're both hot, I guess, but you're my first pick. They're both tied for third place."

"Mmm. You're sweet. I think... maybe... you and Jayne. That'd be okay." She yawned here, and stretched, wiggling into a new position on the couch. "So tired now... we'll figure it out tomorrow."