"Sister… Do you hear that?"
The question had somewhat surprised Beeswax who, admittedly, had been dozing off mid-step during their journey through the Sargonian jungle. Registering what her older sister had just asked her, Beeswax tilted her head to the side cutely, and listened.
"What is that?" She asked.
"A waterfall," said Carnelian, smiling from ear to ear, suddenly. "You know what that means, don't you?"
"Ohhhhh…" Beeswax became animated, all of a sudden. "The tree is nearby."
Carnelian nodded. Indeed, their journey to this Sargonian jungle hadn't been for mere leisure. Their intention was to return home with a particular sap, from a particular tree, that was said to reside closest to this jungle's couple of waterfalls. As a matter of fact, it was Carnelian who volunteered to come with her little sister, when it could have been any messenger who was willing and able at the time the quest was given.
"Am I gonna do it myself?" Beeswax asked suddenly. "Getting the sap… sounds hard."
"It's not difficult," Carnelian replied, "but it's rather labor-intensive, and time-consuming. Don't worry." She reached down and patted her younger sibling over the head, smiling warmly. "It's going to be worth it. You'll learn a lot."
"Bwehhh… don't pat me so hard," Beeswax lamented.
"Hey, come on, I'm barely touching you!"
In just a couple of minutes, the two had found the waterfall that they had heard beyond the thicket of trees and foliage. Beeswax's eyes went wide, caught up in the awe of the sight before her. She'd seen waterfalls before, but never one quite as gorgeous as this one.
From up on high, the fresh water poured out over the cliff face, running in a torrent over the edge of the mossy crags, filling a gargantuan spring-like reservoir that pushed beyond the "rim" and trickled down in a raging river they had only just discovered — one that ran through the jungle and into the trees beyond here. Behind the waterfall itself was a rather surprising cave — Beeswax could see the glistening stalactites from where she was standing, mineral-rich and pleasing to the eye. Perhaps the cave itself had heretofore unmined ores just waiting to be plundered…
…but the waterfall!
"The waterfall!" Beeswax exclaimed with surprise. "Whoa…!"
"Couldn't have put it better myself," Carnelian laughed. "Come and get a closer look."
"Okay!"
The sisters approached the giant bathtub-like reservoir, filled to the brim by the waterfall more than a dozen meters in front of them. At this distance, flecks and droplets of water reached Beeswax, who grinned with an almost childlike glee that Carnelian always adored.
"It looks like it comes up to your knees," Beeswax remarked, eyeing the little lake just ahead of them. Her eyes sparkled. "I wonder how cold the water is…"
"Do you really?" Carnelian turned and looked down at Beeswax with a lazy smile. "Do you want to go in?"
"Really?" Beeswax blinked with pleasant surprise. "I thought we were here to get sap from that tree…?"
"We are," Carnelian replied, "but it's a long process. So…" She hummed, as if ruminating on something. And then…
"You're right," said Carnelian, nodding and crossing her arms. "I'll enjoy the waterfall. You find that tree, and get us that sap. Sounds fair, right?"
"Whaaaaaat?" Beeswax pouted, her hands balled into fists at her sides. "Of course that's not fair! How is that fair? You get to take a nice shower, and I get… sap?"
"Yeah." Carnelian petted her little sister, laughing, "because you're my little sap!"
"Guhhh!" Beeswax blushed furiously, shaking her head to free it from Carnelian's touch. "You…! I want to get in the waterfall…!"
"If you want to get in," said Carnelian, suddenly getting serious, "then get started on the sap, and then come back here. I promise we can relax together afterwards. Okay? We really do need to make sure you learn." Beeswax sighed.
"Fine… I guess that's okay."
Beeswax adjusted her knapsack of tools, and she heaved another dramatic sigh, heading off into the nearby clearing in search of that special tree. Behind her, as she left, she could hear Carnelian snickering with apparent amusement.
"Don't come back until you get some sap, you little sap~!"
Beeswax's cheeks still burned a bright red as she took her leave. She couldn't even think of a comeback until she had already made it to the tree.
"Tree…"
Beeswax looked up at the tree in front of her. It was monstrous in size. Frankly the most imposing thing she'd ever seen, and she'd seen some of the beasts of the Sargonian deserts.
"TREE…"
With all the power of the gods unseen, Beeswax lifts her hands towards the sky.
"I COMMAND YOU, TREE…"
She commands it; she wills it so. And so it shall be, that this tree will…
"GIVE ME SAP!"
Beeswax thrusts her arms treewards, and she expects a sudden flow not unlike an unblocked river. But it does not happen.
The spigot remains untouched. Nothing pours forth from the tree in front of her, although this was the tree that she had journeyed all this way to find. To say that she was disappointed would be a grand understatement.
"Wha… what the heck…" The poor thing pouted. "Am I doing it wrong?"
She must have been, but she didn't know the first thing about harvesting sap. Probably because she was a sap — at least in the words sister dearest.
"Guhhh… this tree…"
She makes sure that no one is really looking before she kicks it with indignance.
"Stupid," she decides. But indignation would not help her here. It was no use. She simply couldn't do this without her sister's guidance, and Beeswax found herself feeling somewhat annoyed that Carnelian had sent her away so quickly.
"I gotta find her," she mumbled to herself, turning around to follow the sound of the waterfall once more. She would find her sister, and she would bring her back here, and the two of them would do this together, she decided. She didn't want to go against her sister's wishes, of course… but for a sappy tree, she'll make an exception, internally hoping that it would all be okay.
Beeswax sniffled as she made her way through all the greenery and foliage to reach the waterfall. As she walked, she kept her eyes up near the treeline ahead of her, finding the spilling cliff face and using the beginning of the waterfall as a reference point to find that little reservoir.
All she had to do was pass this little clearing, and then she would find her older sister, and then everything was going to be… just…
…fine…
Beeswax stopped. Like the trees surrounding her, she was suddenly rooted to the soft soil below. Not because of any Arts, but because of… shock, and awe.
Beeswax was… staring ahead at Carnelian. Naked. Showering, all by her lonesome. Almost as soon as she regained control of her legs, Beeswax hid behind a tree on the outside of the clearing, unsure if what she was looking at… was real.
And then she peeked around the tree, and she saw that it was no lusty mirage. Light was forming around her older sister's nude, toned form. It was real. It was very real. Carnelian was basking in the waterfall, sighing happily as the water ran over her dark, bare body. To say that Beeswax was transfixed at the sight of her own older sister would be a lovely understatement. She was downright stunned, because Carnelian was downright stunning.
"Whoa…" Beeswax whispered beneath her own breath, chewing on her lower lip. "Sis's body is… wow…"
Carnelian had not yet noticed Beeswax. She probably thought that her little sister was still working on getting that tree sap, and that she had time for a quick rinse. The journey insofar had been a sweaty one, and it was no wonder that Carnelian wanted to clean herself off. The waterfall was alluring — it called out to her.
But Beeswax considered her own sister — the girl she'd grown up alongside her entire life — and she knew that she found her even more alluring than this waterfall. Her knees buckled at the sight of her closest relative, her skin bare and practically radiating in the sunbeams that cut through the treeline up above. She let out a breath that she wasn't even aware she was holding in, while she gripped the tree before her and stared in complete and utter reverence.
Her eyes went over Carnelian's body, tracing the shape of her abdomen, and her pectorals, wondering just how firm and safe she would feel snuggled up against her dear sibling's bosom. Carnelian's breasts were nothing to scoff at, but those abs…
Beeswax couldn't immediately decide just what she wanted to drag her tongue across more, and only then did she realize how perverted she was being in her leering, lusting gazes.
"Mm… what am I doing…? I shouldn't be watching this," Beeswax whispered with a frown. She watched how Carnelian showered beneath the waterfall with rapt fascination nonetheless, unmoving as though she couldn't stop herself from indulging in the sight before her. While true that the younger sister had oftentimes fantasized about being… romantic… with Carnelian… she would never, and could never, act upon these fantasies. These impulses.
Right?
Beeswax considered the merits of outright approaching her older sister and asking for… a different kind of training. A different kind of practice. She looked down at her own body momentarily, and she frowned at the sight. She didn't have abs like her older sister, nor breasts like hers. It wasn't that she was fat, by any means, but she was a thin and frail-looking thing from the waist up; she considered herself outright gangly, which then had her thinking of future suitors, and what they might think of her own lax attitude towards her appearance. At least she could say she took stellar care of her own horns, but then what?
"Sister…" Beeswax breathed, grinding her thighs together desperately. She felt suddenly empty, and continued to hug the tree in front of her while she stared straight ahead at sister dearest. Carnelian was utterly oblivious to her peeping tom — she ran her fingers through her own ashen hair, now sopping wet and matted. She didn't have or bring any soaps or shampoos, and so she just made do with only the waterfall, sighing with relief as the cold water washed away the filth and grime that had accumulated up until before she stepped in.
Beeswax found that her hand was sliding down, down, down her own body… past her navel, past her thighs, where it had settled in between them. Inside of her undergarments. It was too far away to really see them, but Beeswax thought of the goosebumps that must have been on Carnelian's skin from the coldness of the fresh water running all over her body. The sudden temperature change; she thought of her sister's gorgeous and full breasts, dotted with goosebumps and soaking wet as they were now. She thought of how wonderful it would feel to snuggle up against Carnelian after their little excursion… to warm her right up.
I want to warm you, sister… she thought. Hold me, please…
She felt absolutely pathetic, and small… but she had to touch herself. She needed to fulfill that desire in the safest way she knew how, and so… perhaps there was no harm in just enjoying the show, after all…
Beeswax started masturbating, keeping her thighs spread just enough to jill off with her hand, dipping her fingers into her dripping-wet honey pot… eyes locked on the sight of her showering sister. Her fingers worked up a little frenzy in her panties; she masturbated in her own clothes quite a few times before, and she knew that she had better control her lust here and now, before it was too late…
"Sister…" Beeswax moaned, letting her eyes flutter closed, "oh, sister…"
She whispered to herself to soothe herself, sighing happily as she played with her own body, licking her lips as she watched Carnelian rub down her own toned legs, and thickened thighs. A body that was rock-hard from a lifetime of labor and defense. A body that Carnelian could use to dominate anyone, effortlessly… and oh, how Beeswax — her own sister — wanted to be dominated by a body like that. A body like hers…
She was completely, utterly, sexually inexperienced. But her sister… oh, Carnelian could certainly show her a thing or two about sex. Certainly the elder Caprinae had more than enough experience with such things… to serve as a diligent teacher to her own younger kin.
Beeswax almost bit through her lip as such thoughts invaded her perverse mind. She thought of all the ways that she wanted Carnelian to take her. In the early morning hours, Carnelian could sneak into her bed chambers and slip under the covers. Simply begin running her hands along her younger sister's lithe little body, drawing forth the sweetest little moans from her baby sister's mouth.
Carnelian could, if she so desired, push Beeswax up against a tree and really let her have it. Push her fingers into her sibling's mouth, while her other hand worked to pull down her panties, and slide her long and slender fingers right where they belong…
"Ohhh… Oh, Carneliannn~" Beeswax moaned, pressing herself up against the tree as she humped her own digits, running two of her fingers against her own clit and swaying gently as if caught in a stupor. She peeked an eye open to make sure that Carnelian was still unaware of her presence, and thankfully, it seemed as though Carnelian was still washing her own naked body, unaware that her own sister was watching her with close attention.
Carnelian let out another long sigh of pleasure as she turned around, exposing more of her toned back and bare ass to her little sister, who nearly gasped at the view.
"Gosh… b-big sis… so… strong…" Beeswax whispered as she played with herself, her mouth open with utter fascination as she noticed the musculature her sister had worked diligently for. Every square inch of her older sister was perfection — Beeswax really believed that. Carnelian was a hardy woman all around… and she had a perfectly toned butt, too.
Beeswax reached back and felt up her own ass, quietly lamenting its softness — its plushness. Carnelian sometimes told her that she snacked too much, and that she sat around too frequently, and now she was paying the price for it. Maybe one day she would have a body like her older sister's… but a small part of her didn't want to. A small but growing part of Beeswax wanted to stay more feminine, more "grabbable", if it meant that her sister would one day put her hands all over her. The mixture of thoughts and emotions she felt weren't enough to drown out the simple fact that Beeswax was hungry, and she was hungry for her own sister. As awful as it sounded aloud, it was a feeling she knew wouldn't leave her anytime soon.
She wanted to pepper Carnelian's body with kisses. To worship her, like she had often worshiped her own gods and goddesses. She wanted to moan with pleasure as she praised her older sister, as she traced constellations across the woman's body; her pectorals and her rippling muscles. The little scars and blemishes of toil. No matter what, Beeswax loved her, and she wanted her to know that with all her heart and soul.
She wanted to grab her sister's face, gently, and pull her into a deep and loving kiss. One so passionate, and intimate, that she might surprise even herself. That she would taste her sister's laughter, drink in her love and lust. That she would feel her sister's hands on her skinny frame, before those firm and calloused hands of hers would slide down to caress her supple ass… and maybe Carnelian would whisper that Beeswax had really let herself go. Beeswax would apologize — would look away with fluster and embarrassment — before Carnelian would pull her in for another deep and loving kiss. Oh, how she loved her…
Her fingers worked even faster now. She worried she would be heard masturbating now, hardly able to keep her mouth shut as she wiggled and writhed up against the tree, watching her older sister clean herself beneath the waterfall. Those droplets, those streams, those rivulets, running all over her perfect body… she had half a mind to jump in after her, and finally show Carnelian just how much she wanted her.
Beeswax could hear the faint shlick shlick shlick of her own soaked digits pumping in and out of her needy pussy. She felt so filthy, and so good that she couldn't stop. She simply kept going, and going, and going, covering her mouth with her opposite hand to quiet her whimpering and moaning. Her pussy juices trailed down her thighs, and it made her wish that Carnelian was here to scold her for being such a messy, clumsy girl…
This was it. She could feel her orgasm creeping up over the horizon. Beeswax screwed her eyes shut, and she reached down with her opposite hand to pinch her own nipple, letting out a barely-muted squeal as she felt the pleasure crash over her body like a tidal wave. She came, and she came hard, thrashing and shaking quietly against the tree while she kept her eyes on her older sister, silently begging Carnelian not to turn around and see this depravity. This unwholesome act; this sinful, deplorable action…
Don't look at me… Carnelian… I'm so sorry… I'm a bad sister, she remarked internally, her knees wobbling and her entire frame unbalanced as she slumped against the tree, feeling the girlcum trickle down her inner thighs, sadly gone to waste amidst the green. Drip, drip, drip, between her legs, like she was watering the plants below her.
She caught her breath after a minute of silence, and as it slowly dawned on her what she had just done, Beeswax hiked up her panties in a panic, before adjusting her robes. And then she was gone.
"No sap?" Carnelian asked her, raising an eyebrow. She looked almost disappointed, and Beeswax could feel it. She looked down at the ground, shoulders slumped, eyes half-closed with shame. In front of her, Carnelian was dry, and clothed once more. She cleaned up well.
"No sap," Beeswax mumbled, rubbing her hands together. "I'm sorry… I don't really know what I'm doing. I need some help," Beeswax admitted, chancing a look up at her older sister, who suddenly smirked.
"Heh. Just what am I going to do with you, huh? Can you give me an answer to that?" Carnelian asked. Beeswax could certainly think of a few things, none of which she felt she ought to say out loud. Darkly, however, she already had the perfect punishment in mind… and she blushed at the thought of what she wanted her older sister to do to her naughty ass.
"So umm… can you help me? With the sap," Beeswax mumbled, shyly.
"Of course I can, you li'l dummy. Though I have to wonder just what you were doing all this time… you should have come find me sooner," Carnelian remarked. "Did you just stand around all this time? Or did you pray?" Carnelian thought aloud, putting her finger to her chin. "Or… could it be that you did something you weren't supposed to do?"
"H-huh…?" Beeswax blanched. "Something I wasn't s-supposed to do…?"
"Yeah," Carnelian replied, smiling, "maybe you were doing something you weren't supposed to do. Maybe you were being a bad girl," Carnelian mused, and Beeswax couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"A b-bad girl…?!" Beeswax gulped, fidgeting beneath her older sister's scrutiny. "W-what do you… what do you mean?"
"I don't know. Why don't you tell me?" Carnelian's smile widened, and her eyes closed partway, like she knew something was amiss. "Did you behave yourself while you were gone? Or… did you misbehave? You know you can tell me anything," Carnelian told her little sister, reaching out to ruffle her hair. Beeswax almost leaned into her sister's touch. She felt as though her cheeks were burning brightly enough to spark up a campfire.
Beeswax opened her mouth to say something… and pitifully, all that came out was a sad whimper. Her lower lip wobbled, like she was caught.
If Carnelian knew something, then she chose to spare her.
"Ha ha ha~ I'm just kidding, li'l squirt. I know you're a good girl," Carnelian told her, patting her softly — carefully, lovingly — over the head, wary of touching her sister's priceless horns. "You're always such a good girl, aren't you?"
"That's right… of course," mumbled Beeswax. And the butterflies in her tummy were certainly dancing now. Bouncing along her stomach lining. She felt good. "I'm a good girl, sister… I like being a… a good girl," she whispered.
"Atta girl." Carnelian shut her eyes, smiling cheerfully. "Now, why don't you go and lead me to that tree? I'll show you how it's done. If you want the sweet stuff… you really gotta coax it out… don't forget that."
"I won't," Beeswax nodded, before turning to lead Carnelian to the aforementioned special tree. As she walked, she couldn't help but feel… different, somehow. Like she had gotten away with something she shouldn't have. Like she had won some kind of skirmish, with her own flesh and blood. And yet…
Maybe she was simply imagining things, but there was something different about Carnelian's gaze during their talk just now. Something hidden, and somehow obscene. Even now, as she led her sister to that tree, she could feel… like her sister was watching her, closely.
Very, very closely…
Beeswax gulped as Carnelian spoke again.
"Heh heh heh… I really have the best little sister in the world~ ?¬タン
