During the night, we each stayed on our side of the bed. My sister showed no signs of wanting to cuddle.
I awoke around nine a.m to the sound of the running sink. I got out of bed and looked into the bathroom. Stacey was brushing her teeth, and smiled at me through the mirror. She had changed into a pair of green panties and a grey sports bra, and from the looks of her hair it was apparent that she had taken a shower.
"How'd you sleep?" I asked.
Stacey took the toothbrush from her mouth.
"You know, for someone who was...in a mental debate over her own actions...I slept pretty good." She answered. "I guess there's no point in worrying about it now. We did it. And like I said before...we can't take it back."
"And I told you, just know that I'm not going to see you any differently." I told her.
She turned from the mirror to look at me.
"Yeah." She started sarcastically. "How can you have sex with your sister, and say you don't see her at least a little differently afterward? That's got to be impossible.
"OK, but even so, it wouldn't be anything bad."
"It's not a big deal, it's just a new thing." Stacey said, spitting into the sink and rinsing her toothbrush. "I'm not gonna lie, it was awesome. Fucked up, maybe. But awesome. So was it...like...how you thought it would be? Because I assume you'd thought about it long before it happened."
"It was about as good as anything could be. Total fantasy come true." I replied.
My sister smiled.
"Nice. I've always wanted to be a princess." Stacey stated. As she turned to walk out of the bathroom, she made the sound of a whip. "Whapish!" She made the whipping motion with her hand.
"Haha what?" I asked.
"That's right. Sister says, brother does. Or I can just hold my little kitten hostage." Stacey answered with a big sneer. "If I'm not letting you have it, you're not getting any sister."
I just looked at her, and she giggled.
"Uh huh." Stacey added.
"Oh well, it's worth it." I said to her.
"Well...this is gonna be fuuunn..." Stacey stated, throwing both hands around the back of my neck. I put my hands on her hips, and she stood on her tip toes and kissed me. "Now you can either come hang out with me for the day, or meet me back here, whichever. Doesn't matter to me."
I went home for the day, and she was all I could think about. It had only been a couple hours, when Stacey texted me.
"Hey. Are you sure you want to get together again tonight? I don't want us to be doing that stuff too much."
To which I replied;
"You should already know I'm not worried about it. I don't even feel different at all." And that wasn't truthful. I did feel different, but I wasn't having any doubts like the ones I knew she was having.
"Yeah, I guess it's too late anyway, huh? Might as well enjoy it. I'll see ya tonight!" Stacey texted back. I acknowledged her back, and continued to do what I was doing, which at this point, was just waiting to get with her again.
I took a shower, before heading back to the hotel room at about seven thirty. Stacey was already there, wearing a pair of black yoga pants, and a grey tank top.
"So Mom and Dad will know I'm in town tomorrow night, so this will be the last night for now." She stated. "Because I don't want to do anything right before we all get together. It's just too weird."
"Yeah, I figured that much." I responded. "That's totally fine, we'll just have to make this one count."
"Oh is that right?" Stacey said back in playful tone, wrapping her arms around my neck, and kissing me gently. I put my hands around her waist under her shirt, and kissed her back more intensely.
"Well someone just can't wait, geez." She commented.
"You blame me? This is it for awhile." I mentioned.
"I know." She replied, setting her stuff on the floor. I sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her into my lap.
"Tomorrow we're going to have to be brother and sister. So right now we're going to be-"
"Brother and sister still." I interrupted.
Stacey threw her head forward, quickly flipping her hair.
"It should be so disgusting." She noted. "Why are we immune to this?"
"Who cares? I'm having fun."
"Yeah, me too. I just hate admitting it."
"You can always stop me." I proposed as I slid both hands up her smooth stomach under her shirt.
"Oh can I?" Stacey replied softly and more serious, laying her head on my shoulder, looking up at me. She kissed me from the side as she started rotating her hips slowly, digging her ass into me. "You could stop me, too."
"Nah." I quipped. I slowly slid my hand down between her legs, and gently rubbed through her thin pants. She let out a few heavy breaths as she continued to slide around in my lap. After about a minute, I pulled my hand up and slid in down into her pants. The material stretched easily, and I worked my way under her panties. I felt her smooth slit with my finger, gently caressing it as we made out. My sister made little noises of pleasure under her breath as I used my other hand to grip one of her tits. She put her arm behind her and placed her hand on the back of my head, and I worked her moist twat softly with my finger as our cheeks pressed together. She continued moving her round butt in a circle, rubbing it into my lap.
"You've always killed me with that ass, but now..." I said to her. She grinned widely, slightly biting her tongue.
"And I didn't even know it." She replied. I pulled my hand out of her pants, and gripped her waist, gently standing her up in front of me. She looked down over her shoulder at me as I began pulling her yoga pants down. I kissed her lower back, and continued kissing her ass cheeks as they became exposed. When they were off, she turned around. I kissed her on the outside of her panties, gently rubbing it with my fingers. She put her hand on my head as I pulled her panties down to her ankles. She was now in front of me wearing nothing but her grey tank top. I leaned back on the bed on my elbows.