Stephanie was looking into her laptop, just idly browsing.
After Samantha was done, Emily and her friend talked about their school assignments, which Stephanie didn't really care about. She found it a bit funny to really reenact the scene as she took out her laptop and sat on her bed, still in her panties. It paid off though, because Emily noticed and laughed. Stephanie got dressed before dad came home, of course, but for the rest of the day, the sisters would share a laugh whenever one of them imitated the gestures from their phone call - puckering lips and displaying their bottoms to each other. Stephanie once tried to make the pussy licking gesture again, but Emily's nervous laugh gave away this was too much for her. She was always the shy one, but Stephanie also realized this was probably crossing the line.
Past bedtime, she was laying in her bed as she realized that after all of this, she was still horny. She had not come since Saturday's visit at the club and now the steaming hormones in Stephanie's young body again demanded love and attention to her sensitive areas.
She didn't want to seek relief in the bathroom. Now that dad was home too, she was in danger of being caught in the act, like it almost happened a few times before. The warmth and comfort of her bed also made it much more enjoyable than the cold bathroom. At least that's what she was telling herself. Secretly though, she somehow wanted to try it with Emily in the room. It was wrong, but being the rebel that she was, that fueled Stephanie even more. That, or Sam's damn kinky fantasies had more of an effect than she thought.
But Emily wanted to talk.
"You asleep, Steph?" she heard Emily's quiet voice from behind her.
Stephanie remembered Emily's smell in their room. She probably already took care of herself and was in a more relaxed state than Stephanie's charged body.
Stephanie turned away from the window, laying on her right side to face her sister. In the darkness, she couldn't really make out anything except a fuzzy dark silhouette, almost blending in with the furniture behind her, surrounded by a slightly lighter white of the walls. From Emily's voice however, she could tell the older sister was laying on her side towards Stephanie.
"No, not yet," Stephanie replied.
"Wanna talk?"
"Sure, about what?" Stephanie replied again, although that was probably a moot point.
"Today," Emily answered, "I said I'd tell you all about it, on the phone. Do you want to?"
"Of course," Stephanie replied right away, burning with a mix of curiosity and desire, "I do."
Stephanie listened as Emily explained how Samantha called her in the afternoon. How she told her about her accident and how that led them to discuss the events at the Zeal.
"You really told her about us?" Stephanie asked, feeling a little betrayed. Until now, she didn't realize Sam could only have known from Emily, "I thought we wouldn't tell anyone."
"Sorry Steph, I didn't want to at first, but Sam is my best friend. She understands," Emily defended herself, "But I also talked about it on my therapy. You didn't mind when I told you about that?"
"But your therapist has to keep it confident, right?" Stephanie continued, "That's not true for Sam. What if she tells someone?"
"I know Sam, she wouldn't," Emily said as if she was trying to reassure herself.
"But I thought this was going to be our secret," Stephanie complained, then chided herself for how childish she sounded.
"I know, I thought so too. But when I got excited I spilled the beans, sorry," Emily replied, then continued, "But actually it may not be all that bad, in a way."
"What do you mean?"
"I guess Sam made me see it in a different light, a bit," Emily said in a careful tone.
"She did?" Stephanie asked again. This was getting interesting.
"Yeah, the way she saw it, it was different than I expected," Emily continued, "But I'm not sure if we should talk about that."
Stephanie was too intrigued to let it just go. If Emily spilled the beans to Sam, maybe she could get her sister to open up to her as well, "But I want to know, Em! Please, you've talked to your therapist, and Sam, but my friends would freak out. I don't have anyone else to talk about this-"
"OK, OK, relax, I was just teasing you. Just try not to freak out when I tell you," Emily answered.
Now Stephanie was definitely interested. Her heart was beating heavily, "Em, no offense, but after I found out what I did on Saturday, nothing you could say will freak me out."
She heard a thoughtful Emily say, "I guess so."
"Anyway," Emily continued quickly, "Sam said that even if we did it, it didn't mean we are lesbians or perverted or anything like that. Not that there's anything wrong with being lesbian."
"Or perverted," Stephanie added with a chuckle.
"Yeah. Sam said most women think about sex with other women, even if they don't think of themselves as lesbian. And that because we only met later in our lives, we are not so disgusted at being together as normal siblings are. I looked it up when she told me about it. It's called the Westermarck effect."
Stephanie noticed how serious her sister's opinion sounded, compared to when they talked about it previously. She didn't want to be left behind, "So we don't have this effect?"
"I'm not sure. You have to ask yourself if you're more disgusted at having sex with me than with another girl."
"Huh? I mean, I wasn't disgusted back then," Stephanie confided, nervously.
"Yeah, but back then you didn't know it was me," Emily responded, "The question is, now that you know, are you?"
It was a strange question for Emily to ask her sister, but if she didn't mind the awkwardness, Stephanie wouldn't either.
"I don't know. It's just so weird."
"Yeah, we don't have to talk about it," Emily suggested.
"Wait wait, I want to talk," Stephanie said while moving her right hand beneath her covers just to check the state of her pajama pants. Sure enough, a warm dampness made its way through at the crotch. Realizing her sister wouldn't be saying more, she continued, "It's weird, but not that bad. Back at the club, it was anything but bad. I mean, I definitely enjoyed."
"You did?" Emily asked, "But didn't it bother you that you were with a girl?"
"I wasn't sure about that at first. I've thought about it before, but didn't know how far I could take it. I sort of just went with the flow. But it was good, wasn't it?"
"Yeah," Emily agreed reluctantly.
"Come on, don't be shy, I deserve more praise than that for sure," Stephanie joked.
"OK," Emily groaned and added in a theatrical tone, "You did great, OK? It was the best sex ever and I'm now a real lesbian!"
"That's more like it," Stephanie said with a smile, "And it sounds almost like an ad."
