Thread: Birds of a Feather | Cola and Dini

Genevieve woke up to the sound of her heartbeat in her ears as the pain of her hangover decided to rear its ugly head. An annoyed sigh escaped her throat as she stretched as burrowed her face deeper into her pillow that smelled like someone else. She smiled as her mind became more alert, feeling the way her bare skin felt under the cotton sheets as her memories of last night returned a bit. Melissa had been having her annual summer party and having just returned home from college she was ready to blow of some steam. The twenty year old remembered having a few too many drinks and sliding into dark corners of the room with one too many menwhich was probably why she felt so deliciously sore but she didnt remember coming back to Melissas room with anyone else, and she definitely wouldnt have had drunken sex in her bed, right? Under normal circumstances the answer was no but she didnt get drunk too often either so there was a first for everything. It was then that Gene lifted her head and opened whisky colored eyes, looking around her friends room. Her clothes were on the floor as where a pair of jeans that seemed strangely familiar. Gene sat up and turned towards the lucky guy whod managed to get into her pants and frowned in confusion when she saw her sibling. She stared a little bit longer and her eyes began to narrow as she pulled the sheets off of him and saw his naked form. Why they were naked, or he was even there didnt set in until an image of her grinding in a faceless persons lap with nothing but her panties on and the smell of her bothers cologne flashed through her mind. She remembered the feel of his hands on her body, the teasing and rewards but her mind conveniently blocked out the facefor good reason. Her body moved on its own accord as she scrambled off the bed, taking the sheets with her as the pressure in her head increased. Fuck. Really? She could see the pink scratches on his back and her finger tips tingled as she remembered herself putting them there. Fuck. She also remembered the feel of him between her legs, hell the proof was sliding down her leg. Who fucks their brother? This is my life not some porno. She wanted to scream but she didnt want anyone to find them like this. Instead she dropped the sheet and slid into her sheer lace panties and covered her full breasts with the matching bra. She heard him shift on the bed and picked up her brothers jeans and pelted them at his back with as much force as she could muster. Get up! Her normally warm voice was nothing more than a panicked hiss as she slid her black maxi dress over lightly tanned skin until it hugged the hourglass curves of her body, effectively covering the two blossom tattoos on her with side of her waist and the hickey on her breast and thigh. She ran a shaky hand through her short mahogany curls as her face flushed from the tears she was keeping at bay. Maybe it wasnt him that she had sex with. After all she really couldnt remember his face. What about the marks on his back, the cologne? Not enough evidence, then what about the cum dripping down your legs or the fact that siblings dont sleep together naked Gene! Okay so she couldnt really deny it but she was damn sure she hadnt initiated this. He had to know it was her in the room. The lights mightve been out but it wasnt that dark and she liked to think her brother actually looked at the faces of the girls he slept with. Going to the door, she was grateful to find it was locked and proceeded to unlock it before peering out into the hall and finding no one there. Closing it again and turning to face her brother with folded arms, still swollen lips, and unshed tears as she let out a throaty whisper. What the hell did you do because I need a really good excuse for why you thought it was a good fucking idea to fuck your little sister. She knew she couldnt place all the blame on him because despite not remember how they ended up having sex, she knew she hadnt once said no or refused his advances. More importantly she was angry with her body for enjoying it some much because it seemed like she wanted more of the pleasure to calm her aching nerves. God she was never drinking again.