"Which one of these looks better on me? Sara was holding a blue headband in one hand and a red one in the other and alternating bringing them to her forehead like one would cover their body with a shirt to decide if they wanted to wear it or not.
"Honestly, they both look pretty stupid to me," I told her. Sara didn't play sports. Who just walked around wearing headbands all the time for no reason?
"Whatever," Sara scoffed. "I'm going to buy both of them and make you wear one. Twinsies," she whispered menacingly in my ear, and I hated the fact that I had the cruelest sister in the world. Dramatically, she carried both headbands to the cash register.
While Sara was busy wasting her money, I looked out to the sea of stores inside the mall, trying to decide where I wanted to go next. Sara and I never did mall days together like this. She usually refused to take me anywhere with her in public. God forbid someone see her with her nerdy, less awesome, less outgoing, uncool sister. Sara made me feel like a geeky little cousin and not her older, genetically-identical sibling. But she surprised me with the slumber party invitation and surprised me the next morning after our guests had left when she invited me to spend the day with her. Originally I thought her actions yesterday had been selfish, just a way to get Lindsey off her back, but when Lindsey left both of us alone and Sara took care of me, I knew she was being much more selfless than I thought. And there was definitely no benefit to her in bringing me with her to the mall today either unless she got a kick out of annoying the shit out of me, which I think she did.
"Band merch!" Sara moaned like a zombie after brains, and I had no input in where we went next because she grabbed my arm and drug me all the way to her next destination despite my protests. "Ugh, Smashing Pumpkins t-shirts," she moaned again, and I didn't even remember hearing this much moaning last night when we were having sex. Apparently band t-shirts did more for her than orgasms.
She grabbed two shirts form the rack, both displaying our favorite band and held one up in each hand. "Which looks better on me?" She asked again, and I wondered if every store would bring this question.
"That one," I pointed, liking the designs and colors much more than the image on the other.
Sara groaned. "You were supposed to say they both looked stupid again so I'd have an excuse to buy both. I agree, though." She tossed the one I didn't like as much back onto the shelf and kept the other clamped tightly in her fist by the collar. "Come on. I want to try it on."
Why she needed me with her to try the shirt on, I didn't know, but she gave me that look that said she wasn't leaving until I followed her, so I did. We made our way to the back of the store into the dressing rooms, and she shoved us in one of the stalls together, locking the door behind us.
She threw her shirt off like it was nothing, and a blush instantly crept to my cheeks. I quickly looked away, but every wall except the door was covered in mirrors and no matter where I looked I could see a reflection of Sara out of the corner of my eye. Even though she wasn't facing me, the mirrors meant she could see me too, and my embarrassment didn't go unnoticed.
"Tee, you saw me naked last night. You don't have to look away."
Actually I hadn't seen her naked since we were kids. We'd had a fully-clothed fuck. "Sare, you had all your clothes on last night."
She looked up and thought for a moment. "Oh yeah. Well, you've seen my orgasm face, and that's even worse than seeing me naked, so you still don't have to cover your eyes or anything."
I flushed even redder as I recalled the way Sara's face scrunched in pleasure as she came. The memory made my body react, and I had to squeeze my thighs together to stop myself from getting too moist.
Sara slipped the Smashing Pumpkins shirt on and smoothed out her hair, admiring how the material clung to her body in the mirror. "Damn, I look good," she said, and I had to agree. "I'm definitely getting this shirt." As fast as the t-shirt had found her way onto her body, it found its way off, and Sara was standing before me in nothing but her bra again.
I was trying not to look away to prove I wasn't embarrassed, but I was trying not to stare, too, but the urge was tempting. She really did have a nice body; faint outlines of abs, perfectly proportioned breasts. Her frame was really easy to admire.
"Like what you see?" Sara asked, and my blush came back tenfold.
"Sorry," I apologized, embarrassed beyond my wits that my own sister had caught me staring at her tits.
"It's okay, Tee. You can look at my boobs. We had sex. I think that gives you the right to stare at my boobs if you want to." She slipped her shirt back on over her head, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I didn't have to worry about being embarrassed or horny anymore. "As long as I can look at yours too," She added unexpectedly with a wink and a look up and down my chest, and I found myself eating my words. She'd found yet another way to make me blush, and I was afraid someone would hear us and kick us out of the store for dirty talking to each other in the dressing rooms. I couldn't believe Sara was flirting with me so loudly and openly here of all places.
No one heard us, though, and Sara quickly paid for her shirt and skipped out of the store in glee. Frankly, I was pretty excited to be able to borrow that shirt later, too.
Sara's allowance didn't give her the ability to shop at every store she wanted, but she did pick up a VHS tape before we took the bus home. Mom was still out, so Sara and I were responsible for making dinner for ourselves. We were too cheap to stop somewhere on the way home, so we raided the cabinets and threw what we could into a pan to make makeshift nachos. Sara browned the meat while I scooped out the center of a couple old avocados and smashed them against the chips. We didn't have refried beans, but we did have a can of black beans, so we settled for it. A few slices of American cheese in substitute for shredded cheese and some sour cream later and we had a decent meal. It wasn't exactly gourmet, but neither of us wanted to be chefs, so we stuffed our bellies with it without complaint.
The movie was some kind of dumb rom com, and I didn't peg Sara for the type dying to own this movie on tape. She might go see it in theatres, especially if she was taking a girl on a date, but it was cheesy and nothing special, and I'd seen at least a hundred movies just like it. It was funny enough, though, and I laughed between bites. Even though the movie was cheesier than my nachos, it was nice watching it with Sara and spending quality sister time with her. We'd stopped doing things like this a long time ago and I didn't know why.
It was a simple and innocent sisterly night until the predictable sex scene happened on the television, and Sara looked over and winked at me with both the characters moaning and groaning in the background. I choked, she laughed, and I hit her for it. A chip had scraped the inside of my throat and an uncomfortable burning assaulted me. I chugged an entire glass of milk to get rid of the feeling of the edge of the chip lodged into my neck and luckily it faded away. Sara patted my back as a way to say sorry, and I accepted the apology begrudgingly. She shouldn't have laughed, but I had totally expected her to. That's what sisters do. In the end, I was okay, and I got over it. Bravely, I took another bite and the sex scene ended.
We ate throughout the entire movie, and by the time it was over we'd finished the entire pan. "God, I'm so stuffed," I wailed. I reached to pat my overstuffed stomach, but my fingers were covered with cheese and sour cream and I wasn't about to ruin my shirt, so I stopped myself.
"Are you going to eat that?" Sara asked. There wasn't a single chip left in the pan or on my plate, and I had no clue what she was talking about or how she was still hungry.
"What?" I asked back.
Her hands found my wrist and brought my fingers to her mouth. Lips wrapped around my fingers, and I could feel the licks of her supple tongue across my skin in thousands of places other than just my fingers. Our eye contact never broke as she sucked my digits clean, and I whined when the warmth and wetness of her mouth abandoned my fingertips. When she gave me control of my hand back, I almost begged her not to, pleaded for her to suck them again and never take them out of her mouth. But I didn't.
God, that one little moment had made me absolutely soaked. That and the wetness accumulated from the dressing room earlier pushed me over the edge, and I had to excuse myself before I exploded. "I'm gonna go to . . . bed," I stammered, brushing the crumbs off my lap and sprinting upstairs.
"I guess I'll clean up and go to bed too," Sara said to herself before I was out of earshot, and I could hear the smirk in her voice.
Getting to my room was like arriving at a sanctuary. Sara wasn't there and nothing smelled like her and nothing reminded me of her, and I could almost think clearly again. I bounced against the bed as I threw myself onto it and draped the covers of my body. Maybe sleep would do me some good. Maybe I was so distracted because I hadn't slept comfortably last night on Sara's floor.
Why did she keep teasing me? It was hard enough to forget about last night without her getting naked and sucking on my fingers and winking at me and staring at my breasts. Not that I wanted to forget last night. It was weird and wrong and not something I'd expected to happen, but that didn't mean it wasn't absolutely great or that it hadn't given me the best orgasm of my life. So she was my sister. At least I didn't have to have mediocre sex. I didn't regret it, and I'd do it again. Deep down I loved how she'd been teasing me all day, and I hoped her spending time with me now meant I'd be invited to next weekend's orgy.
While I was totally excited about everything that had happened today and yesterday, I ran away from out movie night because it was all too much, and the hand I hadn't even realized was in my boxers was proof of that. I wasn't even the type to masturbate that often. Sara was definitely the more sexual of the two of us. I didn't know what came over me. But I'd already started, and it felt too good to stop.
I wracked my brain to remember every little detail of every little thing Sara had done to me last night and mimicked them to a tee, using the same fingers Sara had just licked to stroke and circle my clit. My touch was nothing compared to hers, but with my eyes closed in concentration and the subtle sound of my knuckles grazing the fabric of my boxers over and over again calming me, it was easy to imagine my hand as Sara's.
I came in a gush and by the time I'd come down enough to pry my tired, limp wrist out of my boxers my fingers were ridiculously coated in sticky strands of cum. I sighed and held my hand off to the side, waiting until I could muster up enough energy to get up and go to the bathroom to clean myself up.
A knock on the door set off my heart like a fuse on a bomb, and my body jerked farther under the covers, trying to cover up any traces of what I'd been doing. Sara walked in before I could tell her she was allowed, and I was just relieved it was her and not my mom or someone else.
"Can I sleep in here with you?" she asked. "Lindsey came on my sheets and I haven't washed them yet. There was a reason I slept on the floor with you guys last night."
"Um, sure," I stammered. "I guess so." I tried to put myself in her shoes, and if some girl I didn't like had cum on my bed I'd be hesitant about sleeping it, too.
A few moments later and Sara was in my bed beside me with practically no space between us. I was trying to bury my hands as far under the covers as possible and keep the smell of my actions contained beneath the blanket, but it was hard to feel like I had enough personal space to stop her from knowing what I'd been up to when I could feel her pressed against my back in her underwear, her bare thighs resting against the back of my pants. A minute passed, and I tried to just keep my eyes closed and pretend I had already been asleep when she'd interrupted me so that she'd fall asleep faster herself and I could sneak off to the bathroom without being suspicious, but she didn't buy that I wasn't still conscious.
"Are you going to eat that?" she asked again, and before I could ask what the hell she was talking about this time, her hands found mine again and licked the same fingers she had earlier, except this time they were coated in a different kind of cream.
She knew what I had been doing. I didn't know how, but she knew, and she licked me clean for the second time that night without her gaze locked on mine faltering even once. The chills came back, but it didn't matter this time because I was already wet.
"Mmm," she moaned, taking the fingers out of her mouth like they were finished popsicle sticks. Satisfied, she put my hand back under the blanket and buttoned my jeans for me before closing her eyes and rolling over. "Night, Tee."
