Afterglow

Waking up naked in the arms of your equally naked sister is not an experience I can honestly say I ever expected in my life. Somehow it feels more perverse than the actual sex did, but then... It's hard to feel bad when you're orgasming.

I look to my watch, it's early, two in the morning, lucky really. I gently shake Rosie to wake her. "Hey, we fell asleep, wake up." I grunt as she yawns to life. "You've gotta get back or Poppy'll notice you're not there."

Rosie waves off my concerns. "So what, not like we pay that much attention to our sleeping arrangements." She argues, rolling back over to sleep. Fair enough, I guess, but given we did just commit incest, it doesn't reassure me. I'd go and get some water if I wasn't paranoid about someone poking their head in and seeing the nude figure in my bed.

I lay back down, staring at my sister's sleeping face. I almost don't believe that we had sex, it seems impossible... I defiled my sister... Okay, now I know that definitely shouldn't be a turn-on. I roll onto my back, staring at the ceiling, when I notice a notification flash up on my watch.

MCP: Haven't seen you all evening, you end up giving Rosie a ride on that monster of yours?

Marie, of course she realised. Not that I'd call my penis a monster by any means, though I suppose she doesn't have much to compare it to. I message back to confirm.

RM: That's one way of putting it, I'm exhausted, can't manage to sleep though.

MCP: Feeling remorseful?

RM: Nah, just anxious, don't want other people realising.

MCP: Yeah, like you're not planning on fucking the rest of them.

RM: I've given up on making plans for things.

I don't receive a response for a moment, which makes me consider something in my sleep-deprived consciousness.

RM: Would you be mad if I did sleep with the others? Even your parents?

MCP: Fuck off, why would I give a shit?

RM: Because if it did bother you, I wouldn't do it.

Time passes without an answer. I'd like to pretend like I have some restraint in me, but... Well, I feel like fucking my sister has already damned my soul, and it's not like Poppy, Trish, and Rouge aren't stunning. Finally I receive a new notification.

MCP: You're sweet, but it's not like we could ever really be together, so why hold back?

RM: Rosie said much the same. You're on her list by the way.

MCP: Her list? Should I fear for my life?

RM: Not unless she fucks you to death.

MCP: You're joking, she wants to bang me?

RM: And Poppy, I think. She may end up getting to the whole house before I even consider it.

MCP: You're assuming I'm attracted to her.

RM: Aren't you?

MCP: ...

MCP: Shut up.

I snort at the thought of Marie blushing furiously... And turned on by the thought of her with Rosie. I hear hatefucking is an amazing thrill, hard to say, never really hated anyone that much. My thoughts are interrupted by another message.

MCP: I don't think I said it before, but, thank you for being my first.

RM: What's brought this on?

MCP: Just thinking. Maybe I'll have a chat with Rosie tomorrow.

RM: Chat, huh?

MCP: Fuck off, I didn't mean that.

MCP: Okay, maybe that.

MCP: Alright, probably that, but I am actually going to talk to her too.

MCP: Fine, we'll chat in between sessions, whatever, go to sleep you fucking pervert.

RM: Thanks for the 'Chat.'

MCP: Fuck, and I can't stress this enough, off.

I chuckle as the final message comes through. I should feel weird, right? I'm basically talking with my cousin about fucking my sister, and how they're gonna fuck too. Why doesn't it feel weird? Not even hedonistic, just... Free.

Or I really am a pervert, either way... I don't want to stop any time soon.

*

"Now who's gonna get found out?" Rosie's voice mocks me as my eyes open. I notice she's retrieved her underwear and her dressing gown. She slaps my bare arse to spring me to life. "Come on, Casanova, breakfast is nearly ready." She explains, throwing a towel at me and unlocking the door. She blows me a kiss before opening the door and exiting.

I grab the towel and head to the bathroom to get cleaned up before getting dressed and heading downstairs. I receive several looks as I enter the kitchen, Marie looks amused, Rosie looks seductively, and Poppy blushes with a small smile. The results vary but... None of them hate me this morning. I'll take it.

As I begin to enter I'm halted by a voice behind me. "Rufus." Trish greets me as she emerges from the living room, dressed in a full suit. "I'm going into the school, do you mind coming with me? We've got some matters to discuss."

Her words make this sound like an invitation, but I can tell from her voice and the look in her eyes that this is anything but. This is an order... No...

This is an arrest.