Ted here, my turn again.
It was close to 3:00 am when Alecia and I called it a night and staggered off to bed. After everything that happened, it seemed a little silly to sleep in separate rooms. Her room had the bigger bed, so we ended up there.
While I am normally an early riser, 7:00 am came pretty quickly. I would have loved to have slept in a bit, but the incessant snoring coming from the naked lady sprawled out next to me made that impossible. After a few futile tries to get back to sleep, I gave up, eased myself out from under the sheet, kissed her on the shoulder and went to make coffee.
I wasn't sure what the protocol was when it came to the day after having sex with your sister. So I opted for business as usual and grabbed a t-shirt and shorts from the room I was supposed to be using on my way to the kitchen.
The coffee was brewed and I was one cup down when Alecia came shuffling, dressed in a tank top and shorts, into the kitchen and made a beeline for the coffee machine.
"Good morning," she yawned.
"Morning," I replied, suddenly nervous around her. "How are you doing?"
She turned towards me, hands on the counter with an angry look on her face.
"How do you think I'm doing?," she started. "The morning after my brother got me drunk and...and took advantage of me. You're a sick human being and you need to be stopped."
I was stunned. I tried speaking but no words came out.
"Nah, I'm just fucking with you," she laughed, letting me off the hook. "I feel pretty amazing. My pussy is a little sore, so we might have to go a little easy on her today. But other than that, I'm good...You?"
"Better now, I guess. You scared the shit out or me. You are not a nice person, you know that, right?"
"Totally worth it," she laughed. "And would a not nice person hang out drinking coffee naked with you?"
She pulled her top off and dropped her shorts. Grabbing her coffee and the pot for refills she joined me at the kitchen table. She shook her head when I held out my cup for a refill.
"Nope, you're a little over dressed for this coffee house, sir."
Knowing it was useless to argue and not really wanting to, I stood up and removed my shirt and shorts.
"Now you will kiss your big sister good morning," she instructed.
I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers. Our tongues briefly touched before we parted.
"Your mouth tastes like my pussy," she sneered. "At least I washed your cum off my face and brushed my teeth this morning, although that didn't seem to bother you last night. Why is that? Most guys I've known get squeamish about kissing for at least 48 hours after they cum in my mouth."
"It's never bothered me," I told her. "I always figured it was hypocritical to cum in your mouth but not be willing to have it in mine."
"Cum in my mouth, huh? So tell me, have you had these fantasies of filling your sisters mouth with cum for long?"
"Sorry, but no." I told her, "you're my sister."
"You mean to tell me, growing up, you never once spanked your monkey thinking about me? Or spied on me in the shower? Or stole a pair of my panties and sniffed them while you polished the ol' bayonet?"
"I love your euphemisms for masturbation," I laughed.
"I have a lot of them," she replied. "Don't change the subject."
"Well maybe a few times," I confessed. " I never thought to steal your panties, though."
"Now we're getting somewhere," she smiled. "So a few times like a few times or a few times like a couple hundred or thousand."
"Somewhere between a couple hundred and a thousand, I guess."
"That's hot think of you pounding your carrot while thinking about me," she said. "I love watching guys do that. I want to see you do it."
"Sure." I replied, it was hard to say no to a naked lady.
"Cool!" she exclaimed jumping up and going to the back of the house.
Between sitting naked together and talking about masturbation, my cock had been half hard for a while. Watching her ass wriggle as she bolted from the kitchen pushed things over the edge and I was at full staff when she returned with a bottle of oil.
"Wow, he's raring to go," she said staring at my hard on. Holding up the bottle, she continued, "coconut oil. I love the smell. Now hold out your dick."
She poured a copious amount of the oil on both my hand and my hard cock. Then squirted a generous amount on her boobs.
"Thought you might want some inspiration," she explained.
Her hips started to sway as she slowly ran her oily hands over her boobs. She cupped them in her palms, pinching and pulling on her hard nipples between her thumb and index fingers. Her hands traveled lower as she rubbed the oil down her sides to her tummy. I knew she was self conscious about her slightly thick middle, but it was so erotic watching her hands and fingers glide over her glistening belly.
Without my thinking of it, my hand started sliding up and down my cock.
