Wake up with Heather

The sun is already streaming into Ashley's room when you finally regain consciousness. You're first aware that you've sprouted a thick trunk of morningwood. The second thing you become aware of is the warm, smooth back pressed against your chest. Last night's activities seem like nothing more than a wonderful wet dream. You leave your eyes closed, letting yourself relive the fantasy and believing that Ashley and Heather could be secret incestuous lesbian lovers.

You shift slightly, nestling your engorged cock between your girlfriend's asscheeks and fantasizing about shoving yourself into her back door. She responds by rubbing her ass back against you. You figure she has to be in the same half-dreamy haze as you, and possibly just as horny. You wrap an arm over her and fondle her tits.

They're the wrong size. The nipples, while very erect, are slightly shorter than Ashley's. You finally realize that the smell of her hair is off, too. Your eyes pop open as soon as she starts to speak.

"So are you going to stick it up there, or what?"

"Heather!?" You sit up quickly, completely awake now. And if she's lying naked with you, then last night.... really did happen. Well, maybe not the parts where the girls did a live show for Conan O'Brian or when you assfucked Ashley in front of her parents while their mom and stepdad got oral from matching Ashleys.... but the parts with just you and the girls? Real.

"Yeah. Heather. Did you forget about me already?" She mock-pouts, even though her hand is between her legs and her finger is obviously busy.

"Where's Ashley?" You've got a major hard-on now.

"Her boss called again. Jackass is trying to get her to work again. That'd be almost ten days in a row, you know?" Her voice is casual, even with her fingers dipping into her wet sex.

"Geez. Jackass just needs to get laid, and get someone else to pick up the slack." Your heart rate comes down considerably from your initial shock. You realize your hand is on your dick and start to slowly stroke yourself. "Umm... Not that I'm complaining or anything, but..... why didn't you tell Ashley about giving me a blowjob? Doesn't that mean you actually won the bet?"

"I thought about it," she admits. "But you heard her last night. She loves you. And as much as I've heard her say that over the years, I really believe she means it with you. That's why I held off for so long before trying to get into your pants. Don't get me wrong, I don't regret sucking you off, but I love my sister. Turns out I really like sex with you, too, but that's beside the point. Ashley comes first. So she wins the bet."

"Oh." You're struck by her sister's concern and care. Then another thought crosses your mind. "Umm.... how many times has she won with your boyfriends?"

"Boyfriends? Twice. Girlfriends? Four times. Last one was Tina, Ashley got her tied up and was fucking her with that strap-on when I walked in. Tina left without her underwear or her purse, and I got to play 'angry sister' with Ashley for a week." Heather laughs happily, but you're not sure which part of the memory triggered it. "I think that was about a week before your second date with her."

"That's the other thing I was wondering... How long have you two been having sex?" Watching them have at each other last night was amazing. But even through that, you've still got that old taboo nagging the back of your 'civilized' mind.

"Since right after the first bet. I felt so depressed and lonely that I almost killed myself. Ashley found me with the knife before I could cut myself. I broke down and she just held me and said I'd be okay and life shouldn't just be about the sex and all this other stuff. I don't remember what I said, but it was something like 'I just want to be held at night.' So she came back to my room that night. Naked. And made love to me." Heather wriggles around the bed some, lost in an erotic thought. "She and I were each other's first lesbian lover." She coos through an orgasm. You reach out for her hand and lick her juices from her fingers.

She smiles and takes back her hand. You think she's about to make a move on you when the bedroom door flies open. Ashley stomps angrily into the room.

"Gotta work, Ash?" You ask dejectedly. You'd hoped for some time alone with her today.

"No," Ashley says, anger fuming in her voice. "Dumb jackoff boss tried, but I'm not going that long without a fucking day off. God, he gets me so fucking pissed!" Your wood softens some, but there's also something sexy about her being this pissed off while naked. "And goddammit, now I'm horny as hell, too!" She stomps around the room, hard enough to shake some of the makeup on her dresser. Heather starts to get up, sensing she's not needed.

"Don't you even fucking move, little sister," Ashley says without even looking back at the two of you. She starts rummaging around in a drawer. She starts throwing odd socks around the room, which soon turn to random pairs of panties - some of which you've never seen her wear. Eventually she finds what she's looking for.

"Face down, ass in the air, Heather. Now." Ashley turns around with two pairs of handcuffs and a fair length of bondage rope with several knots already pre-tied into it. Heather meekly assumes the position, putting her knees on either side of her tits as she sticks her ass out and buries her face in a pillow.

Ashley ties up her sister with practiced expertise, but has to shove you out of her way as she does so. With some venom in her voice. "Either get out of the way or help me out." She pauses for a moment. "Or do you just want more of the same?"