Panic for now.

You spend the next several hours fretting about what you are going to do about Heather’s lipstick smeared all around the base of your cock. So much so that its well past midnight before you are able to fall into a deep sleep. Still, your dreams are troubling. Some vague notion of being caught by a dream girl doing something you shouldn’t and her subsequent anger for you. You toss and turn in your sleep, the sheets bunched and the blanket thrown from your bed.

The nightmare you are having is only brought under control when a new separate dream takes over. This dream girl is happy and excited about you. You could never do anything wrong with her. You are her everything and she yours. This dream girl is rubbing herself all over you, her dark shadowy body pressed against yours. Her kisses on your face. Lips touching yours. Your check. Your neck and onto your chest. Her hair tickling your ears.

Wait. You’ve never been tickled in a dream before. That much physical sensation is for the land of the waking. Not a dream. What’s going on?

Rising up from your troubled dreams you become aware of weight against you. Hair is all over your face as someone is kissing and sucking at your chest and neck with sloppy kisses. A hand is in your boxers stroking your full erection. Heather is on your bed you come to the realisation.

“Heather! What are you doing?" you call out. The shock of being woken in such a way only amplifying the confusion.

“Ssshhhhh quiet Bro,” she whispers back to you. Although it's not a whisper and you are struck by the overpowering sense of smell of ****. You make out that Heather is slurring her words too. She is really drunk.

“What happened at your party?” you ask trying to work out what has got her such a state. Heather drinks but not normally this much.

“Kyle was at the party and kept trying to hook up with me. I told him to get lost but he kept giving me drinks. Saying how hot I looked and how he was sorry about yesterday and how it’s never happened before. I told him to get lost and that I was going to fuck someone else, someone who could last and make me cum.”

The last statement refocusing her in her attempts to come onto you.

“Now let’s get rid of your V-card,” she says. Hiccuping between the V and the card as she starts to pull your boxers down and around your ankles.

“What the actual fuck Heather?” you say getting annoyed now. Getting yourself up off your back and rolling Heather onto hers. First, she coats you in her lipstick, potentially ruining everything you have going with Rebecca and now she comes in drunk and wanting to fuck you.

“Yeah. That’s it. Get a condom,” Heather slurs as she lies on her back, legs open, her thong pulled to the side.

The temptation is there no doubt. You’ve dipped your quill in her ink before when she was showing you how to use a condom before. Now you could go all the way with Heather and have the sex you’ve been yearning to have. Is it right to do it with an intoxicated Heather? Your sister no less! Or should you wait until Rebecca is ready?