lying in your shitty full sized bed next to your little sister, not enough room to spread out away from one another. nothing but a few layers of thin pajamas from each other, barely pajamas really, just shirts and panties. your hand listlessly running fingers along the hem of their shirt… the normally untouched skin of their stomach brushing against your fingertips. they hitch a breath, barely noticeable, not that you’ll say anything because you’re just sisters after all… you’re not doing anything untoward.
but then they adjust, their leg draping over you, and you can feel the warmth between their legs… you try to ignore it but you find your fingers are touching the waistband of their panties now, but it’s just their clothes it’s not like… you’d hook a finger underneath the panty line… but then you do… and you’re feeling the familiar roughness of the hair between their legs, the same texture as yours, and you think you might lose it.
but you don’t. you don’t ruin the moment… you run your fingers slowly down their bush… searching, mapping them with your fingers. you look them in the eyes and see their rapt attention on your face, their flushed cheeks, their bitten lip. they nod. your fingers find purchase inside them, warm and wet, and you finally give in to base instincts. fuck it, maybe sisters do this too.
