The night air was crisp on her pale breasts as she posed in the moonlight. Her nipples stood erect, barely visible through the gossamer fabric delicately draped over her nude figure. Her slender legs stretched beneath her smooth and delicate like porcelain. She tried her best to pose seductively, but it was difficult when her sister was on the other side of the lens. It seemed she wasn't the only one having trouble.
"I really appreciate you helping with this assignment, Jesse, but I don't think I can make this work." said Harley from behind the camera. She was trying not to sound frustrated, but Jesse could tell from her voice how distressed her sister was.
"What's wrong? I know this means a lot to you, Cutiesocks" said Jesse with a smile.
Harley cracked a smile when she heard her childhood nickname. Jesse always knew how to cheer her up.
"I just... I can't get the right pictures. I don't think Ms. Orchid is going to like these." Harley sighed and flipped through the digital photos of her sister with a look of deep dissatisfaction.
"Well just tell me how you want me and I'll see what I can do," Jesse said trying to be encouraging.
"It's not you... well, maybe a little."
"What do you mean? I thought I was posing properly," said Jesse worriedly.
"No, not like that." Harley looked down. "I've never had a female model before, so I'm not sure what to look for." She thought for a second. "Maybe I can get Justin to come in." She looked back at her sister, " again, I'm really grateful you helped on such a short notice."
Jesse could tell Harley wasn't being completely truthful. There was an uncharacteristic nervousness about her. She wondered what it could be. They had always been unusually close sisters and seeing each other nude around the house was never a shameful occurrence, so it couldn't be that. Still, she didn't feel like Harley was in the mood to talk right now, so she decided to let it go.
Later that night, Jesse woke up to use the restroom. Sleep clinging to her eyes, she shuffled into the shared bathroom that separated her room from Harley's. As the door closed behind her, she heard a soft moan. In her sleepy state, she almost didn't think anything of it. Even after she noticed each shaky breath followed by the sensual release of a wavering moan it took her a while to put two and two together. She was listening to Harley masturbate. Her cheeks instinctively blushed and she was embarrassed despite being alone. She couldn't help but feel as if she had intruded on something private. Harley and her were close, but there were some boundaries that even they didn't cross. Harley must not have heard her enter, and she hadn't bothered to turn on the light, so Harley didn't know she was awake. She stayed quiet. She didn't want Harley to think she was purposefully spying on her. Jesse looked around the dark bathroom as if looking for an escape from this awkwardness. Maybe if she flicked the switch, it would look like she had just entered the shared bathroom and Harley would stop moaning. She could use the toilet without thinking of what her sister did in her own room after dark without also embarrassing Harley.
She reached for the light, and as her fingers slid on the wall blindly searching for that plastic lever to save her from this embarrassment, things got worse.
"Oh yes, fuck me" she heard Harley moan, "fuck me hard." She held that last syllable in her mouth until it became a loud moan. Jesse could feel her face growing redder by the second. Where was that light switch?
"Yes, oh fuck yes, oh my god yes!" The words came faster and breathier. Jesse found the light switch and breathed a silent sigh of relief. She really didn't want to hear her sister orgasming and it seemed like that was quickly approaching.
"Oh Jesse, you're so fucking hot!" moaned Harley.
"What the fuck?" Jesse cried out incredulously, completely stunned at what she had just heard. She flicked on the light. Nothing but silence followed. She saw herself in the bathroom mirror. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open in shock. A tense silence hung in the air as neither sister dared address what just happened. Finally Harley whispered, barely loud enough to be heard.
"Jesse?"
"Yeah?"
Another tense silence.
"Sorry," said Harley. Jesse didn't know what to say. She turned off the light and went back to her room.
She couldn't believe what had just happened. It couldn't be. Maybe she misheard. She tried to calm herself down. Maybe this was just a misunderstanding. After all, there's plenty of boys named Jesse. The moans echoed in her head. How could it be about anyone else? She couldn't deny what she heard. She wished she hadn't given herself away, she couldn't imagine what Harley must be feeling right now. It was one thing to be caught masturbating, but by your own sister? She didn't want Harley to feel that guilt. She had to apologize, as uncomfortable as that would be.
Jesse knocked lightly on the door separating Harley's room from the shared bathroom. She whispered gently, "Harley, you awake?"
"Go away" replied Harley under her breath.
"Oh honey, it's alright." said Jesse in the most comforting tone she could muster.
