Ever have a secret to hide, and someone else to hide it with? Oh, and that person isn't so sure the secret is such a good thing? Yeah, that's the situation I was in.
It turns out both Emily and Bridget were both a lot drunker than I had realized. So drunk, in fact, that Emily didn't look me in the eye for about a couple days afterwards, and the next time I talked to Bridget, the conversation started with "I had the weirdest drunk dream last night." And since they both realized that I had been pretty much sober at the time, the whole thing must have been my fault.
Finally, about a week after the party, after the four of us (Jim and Emily were still together, I guess he didn't know) had cleaned the entire house, my parents had come home and pretty much figured out what had happened, and I told Bridget that we needed to not see each other anymore, I finally cornered Emily and talked to her about what had happened.
Lisa had dragged my parents to the mall for some 'back-to-school shopping,' so we had a few hours alone. Less than a minute after the car had pulled out of the driveway, I walked upstairs and knocked on Emily's door.
After a minute, the door cracked open, and Emily looked out at me.
"Em, we need to talk."
She opened the door and sighed: "I figured you'd want to."
I walked in her room only a step, not wanting to make her think I was going for a repeat performance. She had crawled back on her bed, and wrapped her arms around her knees.
"Em, what happened between us at the party…"
"Dylan, I don't know what happened…" She began to cry at this.
I was caught off-guard, but my brotherly instincts took over. I sat down on the bed next to her.
"What do you remember?"
"I-I don't know. But Lisa said something about Bridget and I dyking out… and-and I was all messy the next day. Dylan what happened?" She was almost hysterical now, so I rubbed her back a little to calm her down.
"Ok, I'll tell you what I know, ok?"
I walked her through the story, softening the fact she had danced with Bridget in front of half the town, and got to the point where I walked in on Bridget and her. As I told how Bridget had motioned me in, she suddenly looked me in the eyes, as if seeing me for the first time.
"So I came in, and started to go down on you." It felt more than a little weird to tell my sister the sexual things I had done to her. But she was remarkably calm about the entire thing, although she was silent until the end, when Bridget and I left the room, and she was passed out on the bed.
After that, I paused for a minute, before starting to speak again:
"Emmy, I had no idea you were both so wasted. I wouldn't have done anything if I'd known. And I know you're really freaked out about the entire thing, so if you want me to forget it ever happened, I will. Like I said, I'm really sorry."
"No, its ok. I only remembered the rec. room, and then Bridget going down on me some. I was really worried because I thought maybe we'd done it in front of everyone. And then I had cum in my pussy and my mouth tasted funny the next morning, so I wasn't really sure what had happened."
I laughed a nervous laugh.
"No sis, I was the only guest at your performance."
Emily seemed to be thinking something over, as if trying to make a decision. Finally her mouth opened.
"I've never done that stuff with a girl before."
"I know, you could tell."
"Was I bad at it?"
"No, you were a quick learner. Bridget said you were better than most of the guys she's had."
Emily blushed deeply at this.
