Alone in the cabin in the middle of now where the alcohol went to our heads. We were sent here by our parents to bond, as we never get on well. I am 19 and she’s 20 a year older. She was annoyed as she had to come with me, she was supposed to be staying at her boyfriend’s tonight and she was annoyed.
“Ugh,” I groaned, leaning back against the wall. “Man, that whiskey hit way harder than I thought it would, huh?”
Stacey giggled, kinda swaying where she stood in her tank top and skirt patting it down. “Tell me about it! Middle of nowhere and totally wasted. Did we even think this through? God I was supposed to be with Gary about now.” She was laughing, but it was kinda breathy, you know?
“I am sorry, if it means anything I was in from a promise by Becky tonight, oh well.”
“Same with Gary, he’s not long been back from Spain, it’s been a while since you both you know.”
“Yeah I am sorry sis, I can sneakily take you to him I won’t tell Mom or Dad.”
“No, no it’s ok… god I am too drunk. Alcohol always you know puts me in the mood and it’s very awkward when I can’t get a bit of sex, so horny right now,” she said as she poured another. “Besides we needed this for years we been at each other’s throats.” She then looked drunkenly down towards my crotch and quickly back up.
“I mean there is only us here right,” I said staring at her cleavage.
My heart skipped a beat. The alcohol was definitely doing its work, blurring the line between sibling and… something else. Stacey’s gaze lingered a fraction too long, and I saw a flicker of something in her eyes I’d never noticed before. A mix of frustration, desire, and maybe even a hint of curiosity.
“Yeah, just us,” she repeated, her voice a little husky. She took a large gulp of whiskey, the amber liquid disappearing down her throat. The silence in the cabin suddenly felt thick, charged with unspoken tension. Every creak of the wood, every rustle of leaves outside the window, seemed amplified.
I shifted uncomfortably, trying to discreetly adjust my position. “So… what do you want to do?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but my voice cracked slightly.
Stacey shrugged, her eyes still glazed over. “I don’t know,” she drawled, circling the rim of her glass with a finger. “Maybe…” she trailed off, glancing around the cabin as if searching for inspiration. “Maybe we should just…talk. Actually talk. You know, like Mom and Dad wanted. Or I can see you are tense down there, looks pretty big. Why don’t you put it to good use.”
“Trust me it is big, I bet you got a nice tight coochi too,” I smirked groping my crotch.
Stacey’s eyes widened, and for a moment, I thought she was going to slap me. Instead, she let out a low, almost amused chuckle. “Wow,” she said, her voice laced with surprise. “You really went there, huh?”
She didn’t seem repulsed, more like… intrigued. My heart pounded even harder. This was a dangerous game, a boundary I shouldn’t be crossing, but a part of me didn’t want to stop.
She stepped closer, the distance between us shrinking until I could feel the warmth radiating from her body. The scent of her perfume, a mix of vanilla and something floral, filled my senses. It was a smell I had always associated with her as my sister, but now it felt… different.
“And what if I do?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “What if I do have a ‘nice tight coochi’, as you so eloquently put it?”
My throat was dry. I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. “I… I don’t know,” I stammered, my eyes darting between hers. “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry.”
Stacey raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes. “Oh, so now you’re backing down? Scared?” she taunted, pushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
“Trust me I am not scared, I am fighting the urge to lift your skirt up and pull those panties to the side and really give you a good dicking.” I reached out, my fingers nervously brushing against the hem of her skirt.
She didn’t flinch away. In fact, she leaned into my touch, her breath hitching slightly. “And what if I wanted you to?” she whispered, her gaze locking with mine. The question hung in the air, heavy with possibility and risk.
“God I so want to fuck you hard right now,” I said as I picked her up and walked towards the stairs.
The stairs creaked ominously under our combined weight, each step taking us further into forbidden territory. Stacey wrapped her legs around my waist, her grip surprisingly strong. Her nails dug lightly into my back, a sensation that sent shivers down my spine.
“Upstairs?” she murmured, her voice muffled against my neck. “That’s cliché, don’t you think?”
I didn’t answer, focusing on navigating the narrow staircase. The air grew warmer as we ascended, the scent of pine and whiskey intensifying. The single room upstairs held a double bed, its sheets rumpled and inviting.
I gently lowered Stacey onto the bed, her eyes never leaving mine. The moonlight filtering through the window cast long shadows across her face, highlighting the curve of her cheekbones and the fullness of her lips. She looked… desirable. More desirable than I had ever allowed myself to admit.
“So,” she said, breaking the silence. “What happens now?”
I pushed Stacey’s skirt and pulled her panties to the side, her pussy was slightly hairy. Hands shakey I took out my cock and gave it a few slow strokes before pushing the mushroom head against her labia as it slowly started to nudge open. I pushed forward as my cock entered her gash and I was fully seated my full length inside her pussy. Fuck I was balls deep, fully inside her, her clit pressed tightly to the base of my cock.
I paused for a moment, savouring the feeling of being inside her. It was warm and tight, and I felt a surge of excitement mixed with a sense of intimacy. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation, and began to move slowly, feeling her body respond to each thrust. Her hands gripped my back, and she let out a soft moan.
“Wow…” I breathed out, still for a moment, feeling her wrapped around me.
She shifted slightly beneath me, a soft sigh escaping her lips. “Is… is everything alright?” she whispered, her voice a little shaky.
I looked down at her, her eyes closed, lashes dark against her flushed cheeks. “More than alright,” I murmured, tracing the curve of her shoulder with my thumb. “It’s… incredible.”
She opened her eyes slowly, a hint of a smile touching her lips. “Incredible?”
“Yeah,” I said, starting to move slowly, gently. “You feel… amazing. So warm… Ahh god, your pussy feels good.”
She tightened her grip on my back, her breath catching slightly as I moved. “Mmm,” she hummed, a low sound deep in her throat. “Yes… like that… Ah, my pussy, ummm fuck it. Ahhh Danny.”
I continued to move, each stroke a slow, deliberate exploration. Her hips began to move in sync with mine, a natural rhythm taking over. The soft sounds of our breathing filled the air, punctuated by her occasional moans.
“God,” she whispered again, her fingers digging slightly into my back, urging me closer. “That feels so fucking good. Just… just weird, isn’t it? That we’re actually fucking.”
I leaned down and kissed her softly, tasting the sweetness of her lips. “You feel good, I can stop sis,” I mumbled against her mouth.
“Noooo don’t you d-dare Ummm oh yeah,” she moaned under me as I pumped my cock in and out of her twat.
I deepened the kiss, my movements becoming more urgent. The tempo increased, and the sensations intensified. I could feel her body tightening around me, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Faster,” she urged, her voice breathless. “Please, faster.”
“Oh, god, yes!” she cried out, her body arching as I hit a particularly sensitive spot. I felt her muscles clench around me, and I knew she was close.
I pounded into her harder, faster, until I felt the familiar tightening in my loins. “I’m gonna cum!” I gasped, burying my face in her neck.
“Do it!” she screamed, her body convulsing.
I unleashed a torrent of cum inside her, my body shaking with the force of it. We collapsed against the wall, our bodies slick with sweat and entangled. For a long moment, we lay there, catching our breath, the only sound the frantic beating of our hearts.
When I finally pulled back and looked at her, her eyes were wide and dazed. “Wow,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “That… was…”
“Intense,” I finished for her, a nervous laugh escaping my lips.
The realization of what we had just done crashed down on me like a tidal wave. We had crossed a line, a taboo that could never be uncrossed. The guilt and confusion were overwhelming.
“What… what do we do now?” I asked, my voice trembling.
“I… I don’t know,” she finally said, echoing my own uncertainty. “I really don’t know.” She pushed herself up, wincing slightly. “I need a shower.” As she got to the doorway she turned back around, “Well are you coming then or what I need you to wash me.”
I followed her into the small bathroom. The air hung thick with the scent of sex and whiskey. Stacey didn’t turn on the light, casting the room in a soft, almost secretive twilight. She turned on the water, the sound of the rushing water a stark contrast to the quiet tension between us.
“My back,” she said, turning and presenting her bare back to me, covered with goosebumps. “Wash my back.”
I reached for the soap, the bar slick and warm in my hand. The water cascaded around us, washing away the evidence of our encounter. As I lathered her back, my fingers traced the curve of her spine, the smoothness of her skin. The touch was different now, charged with a new awareness.
“Does it feel good?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
“Mmm-hmm,” she murmured, closing her eyes. “Don’t stop.”
As I washed her, I couldn’t help but think about what this all meant. We were siblings, but we had just crossed a line that seemed impossible to come back from. Was this a one-time drunken mistake? Or was it something more?
Once she was completely lathered, I started rinsing the soap from her body. The water streamed over her, washing away the bubbles and revealing her curves in the dim light. She turned around, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. Her nipples were hard and erect, her eyes dark and intense.
“Now me,” I said as I gave her the soap and turned my back towards her to wash me.
As I gave her the soap and turned my back around, she rubbed the soap up and down my back she did the same as I did to her drawing circles with her fingers all around my back. I started moaning, as the hot water poured down my back and her movements were gentle but firm. Once I was cleaned she started rinsing me down and I turned around.
She looked up at me, her expression unreadable. “What now, Danny?” she asked, her voice low and husky.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “But whatever we do, we need to talk about this. We can’t just pretend it didn’t happen.”
Stacey nodded slowly. “I know,” she said. “But not yet. Let’s just… enjoy this for now.”
And with that, she reached out and pulled me into a kiss. It was a kiss that was different from the one before – softer, more tentative, but filled with a longing that mirrored my own. As we kissed, I knew that whatever the future held, we were in this together.