And then one drunk night changes everything

The second her lips touched mine, my brain pretty much shut down – it could have lasted a second or a century and I wouldn’t have been able to tell you. It was only when she abruptly pulled back that I regained consciousness.

“What the fuck …” Charley whispered. She stared at me wide eyed for a few seconds as we both tried to figure out what the hell had just happened.

Maybe if I was in my right mind, I would have gotten up and walked away, or at least held back so we could talk about it. But after the last few days, and after all I had drunk tonight, and after Charley kissing me a moment ago – I was so, so far from my right mind. This was something I had wanted my whole life, and my drunken brain wasn’t going to let me screw it up by considering something as unimportant as the consequences of my actions.

I was moving pretty much on autopilot when I leant in to kiss her back.

“Mmmph!” Charley moaned into my mouth in surprise, and for a moment I thought she was going to pull away. But then she relaxed and began to return the kiss, and this time I was fully aware.

Her hands found the back of my head as she mashed her lips onto mine, and I moved my hand to her waist, caressing her smooth skin as she parted her lips and slipped her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues danced as I kissed her hungrily.

I had already been pretty turned on because of all the reminders of Charley touching herself, but now I was getting uncomfortably hard. She had started running her fingers through my hair, and I was getting even more into the kiss. When she finally came up for air, she pretty much had to pull my tongue out of her mouth.

“Your bedroom,” she muttered, the look in her eyes slightly glassy.

Surely she’s not thinking what I think she’s thinking. A kiss is one thing, but …

Charley didn’t give me time to figure her out. She grabbed my hand and got up, pulling me with her, and we both hurried over to climb through the window into my room.

Once we were inside, she grabbed my face and kissed me again, and we sort of stumbled over towards my bed until I fell back onto it and pulled her on top of me. We stayed there for a minute, making out passionately, until she finally pulled back again.

“Take off your clothes,” she whispered. She clambered off of me, before peeling off her crop top and rolling down her shorts.

Now wearing nothing except her bra and panties, I watched, entranced, as she unhooked said bra to reveal her breasts – not huge by any means, but perky and perfectly proportioned. That done, she slowly rolled down her panties, revealing her flawless, pink pussy. Just as it was when I’d seen it the other day, but now up close.

I couldn’t believe it. Never in a million years did I think I would ever see her like this again.

Charley looked over and caught me staring, still fully clothed. “Hurry up,” she hissed.

“Oh! Sorry.” I snapped out of it and scrambled to take my pull my shirt off. Being embarrassed about getting caught ogling her took away from my own embarrassment about getting naked in front of her, which was a nice silver lining.

It was only when we were both fully naked, and she pushed me onto my back, that I broke the silence. ‘Charley…”

She looked down at me, breathing heavily, a flicker of doubt in her eye for the first time since our kiss on the balcony. “Do you … not want to?” she whispered.

There was a sudden flash of hesitancy in my mind, but I actively pushed it back. This was simply not something I could live with passing up on. “Of course I do.”

She nodded. “Okay.” She swung her leg over, straddling me. She lifted up her hips, and grabbed my cock, positioning herself above it. She rubbed the head between her pussy lips, sending shivers down my spine, and prepared it at her entrance.

By all possible metrics, I should have been shitting myself. Not only was I about to lose my virginity, but I was about to lose my virginity with Charley. But instead, I was strangely calm. I was shit-faced, which was probably helping – but more than that, this whole thing was so surreal that it was almost like a dream. And I guess there’s no pressure in a dream.

Charley slowly lowered herself until the head of penis was lodged inside her, then let go with her hand and quickly sunk downward, molding around my cock and enveloping it completely. It wasn’t long before I bottomed out inside.

“Ohh … shit,” she moaned softly. I couldn’t believe it. I was inside her.

Even drunk, it took every ounce of willpower I had not to cum immediately. The feeling was indescribable – after all those years of fantasizing about this, it was better than I ever could have imagined.

Luckily, Charley seemed to need a moment too. Her eyes were shut tight as she buckled forward, falling and catching herself with both hands on my chest. “Goddamn,” she muttered quietly, as she slowly began to gyrate her hips.

Every slight movement sent every nerve ending in my body into overdrive. I desperately grabbed onto her hips, rubbing up and down, almost as if I was hanging onto them for dear life as she began to quicken her pace.

“Holy … shit,” I groaned loudly, unable to hold it back any longer.

“Quiet!” she gasped. Her face was a deep shade of pink, the sex and Asian flush working their magic. “Everyone’s still downstairs.”

“Oh … fuck,” I panted, barely able to hold my train of thought as she began to fully bounce her hips up and down. I could feel her inner walls twitch around my shaft, warm and tight. “Sorry … I can’t …”

“Ugh.” Charley suddenly grabbed me and pulled me up with me still inside her, so that we were both sitting up straight. She wrapped her arms around my neck.

“Why-” I began to ask, before she silenced me with a kiss. Smart.

In this position I felt even more connected to her, our bodies pressed tightly together as she bounced up and down on my cock. I kept my hands on her waist, doing my best to help her in her long, frenzied strokes. I could feel her pussy becoming more and more wet, flooding my pubic hair and inner thighs.

Despite her kiss, it was becoming pretty clear that we were not being quiet. The wetter she got, the more the sloshing sound of my dick pumping in and out of her filled the room, and that was already on top of the soft clap every time she landed in my lap and I bottomed out inside of her. And I was rapidly approaching my orgasm.

Reluctantly, I pulled away. “We’re making … a lot of noise,” I groaned, doing my best to keep my voice low. “And … fuck … I’m close.”

I think she nodded, though it got a lost a bit as she vigorously bounced up and down. “Hold on,” she hissed. “I’m … ugh … close too.”

We carried on like that for a while longer, both of us doing our best to stifle any loud moans while still riding each other on our way to coming. I hadn’t jacked off since before the day we’d walked in on each other, and I was ridiculously backed up. I wasn’t going to last any longer.

I shot her a look, and she met my eyes. She nodded – she knew what was about to happen.

Finally, with Charley’s permission, I met her as she came down on my dick, thrusting up as hard as I could to bury myself to the hilt inside her snatch. And unable to hold it in any longer, I exploded deep within my stepsister’s pussy. My orgasm must have set her off as well, because suddenly her pussy began clench down on me and flooded me with her juices, as my cock twitched and shot an immeasurable number of thick ropes of cum into her womb.

We both sat there, panting, as we rode out our orgasms. Charley leant forward and rested her forehead against mine. For what seemed like an age, we stayed with our bodies pressed tightly together and arms wrapped around each other, as I remained firmly lodged inside of her, my dick slowly softening.

But all good things must come to an end. As the post-orgasm high began to wear off, Charley slowly leaned back, and we locked eyes.

And suddenly, reality set in.

“Oh, shit!” she squeaked. She quickly unhooked her arms from around me and shuffled backwards. My dick, still semi-erect, slid out of her with a plop, and we both looked down as a thin stream of our combined juices flowed out of her pussy with it.

Slowly looking up, we locked eyes again. But this time, Charley didn’t waste any time – quick as a flash, she gathered up all the clothes she’d left scattered around my bed and on the floor, before scurrying out of my room without another word.

You would have expected that I wouldn’t be able to sleep at all the night of my first time with Charley. But after all the stress of this past week, the copious amounts of **** I had drunk tonight, and obviously what had just occurred – I was exhausted like I’d never been before.

The moment the door closed, I fell back onto my bed. I was asleep pretty much the instant my head touched the pillow.