Stephanie stirred, her alarm with Avril Lavigne's recent song blaring in the room, like every morning, just coming from the wrong direction. Emily made an annoyed growl in response, making Stephanie try to grab the phone blindly. The sun was just rising and the room was already lit well enough, but Stephanie didn't plan on opening her sleepy eyes just yet. She fumbled around for the source of the noise on the nightstand between their beds. After she finally managed to turn off the alarm, she put the phone away, stretched and yawned deeply, just before laying back in the bed, whimpering and wishing for just a few more minutes of sweet unconsciousness.
The room quiet again, she could hear Emily's regular breathing to her right. Neither of the girls was a morning person and Stephanie didn't have enough willpower to bring her hazy mind to pay any attention to her sister or think about how they came to be in the same bed. Somehow, sleeping together like this felt even more natural than with any of her boyfriends. Her instincts told her to cuddle up to the girl, knowing she'd feel completely safe and loved.
But today was school. A couple of moments later, she reluctantly sat up, eyes closed. Just a blind creature with messy hair. Slowly sliding left, she stood up and headed to the toilet, mostly by touch.
Afterwards, wide awake, she slipped back into their room, the air inside heavy and stale. Emily was laying on her side, facing the door, wrapped in the sheet all the way up to her neck, her shoulder length dark brown hair just as messy as her sister's, spilling over her shoulders and onto the pillow. Breathing regularly, she seemed to be sleeping deeply. The sleepy teenager was a bit envious of her sister. As much as she'd like to take their morning trip together, Emily's school schedule for the day probably started later than Stephanie's she couldn't blame the 20 year old for using every sweet minute of that extra time. Stephanie would have done the same in her place.
She walked over to the windows, opening one and taking a deep breath of fresh air. It was going to be a beautiful day.
Her visit to the toilet, as much as the fresh breeze reminded Stephanie she spent the night without her panties. She picked up the black garment from the floor next to Emily's bed and her sister's floral shorts too, like it was the most casual thing in the world. After collecting her other clothes and school stuff, Stephanie quietly left the room and entered the shower.
Washing away the night's sweat, she wondered if what they did was for the best.
Her doubts about her feelings were as strong as ever. She didn't mean to actually do it with Emily yesterday, but somehow it happened anyway. She didn't feel forced, or seduced and she had no regrets, but it would still probably stay a unique, if positive, experience. The teen wouldn't even call it sex, like she'd have in an actual relationship, with a boy. It felt natural at that time, but as Emily said herself, they weren't in a romantic relationship.
This didn't make Emily, or even what they did, any less important. Just different. This wasn't sex, this wasn't incest, like you hear in the news. There was nothing bad about what happened between them. The poet in Stephanie came up with flowery descriptions, their actions being an expression of 'our playful spirit', 'our care for each other' and 'the connection with each other'.
With them being closer than to anyone else in their lives and being young and incredibly horny, their actions just happened to take an intimate form. And it just happened to end in a beautiful orgasm, for the both of them. An orgasm doesn't mean love, it doesn't even mean sex. Of course it wasn't just the orgasm, a better one than Stephanie ever remembered having, it was the whole experience of connecting with Emily, physically and emotionally. It felt natural and right when she carefully brushed the teen's hair, but it was just as natural and loving when she kissed Stephanie's intimates. Now she wasn't so sure she wanted the experience to stay unique.
When walking out, Stephanie didn't want to wake her sister, but she couldn't help stealing a secret look at her relaxed form. Instinctively, she leaned in to kiss the sleeping girl's cheek, but stopped herself just short of touching her. Feeling Emily's familiar scent, she pulled away, shaking her head.
'It's Emily. What the hell am I doing?' the teen wondered as she quickly left the apartment.
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It was a beautiful summer day, at least that's how it seemed to the teenager, gazing out of the classroom window.
Stephanie sighed. The Thursday dragged on, even slower than usual, one class to the next. Everything happening around her seemed so unimportant now. Not her grades, not her friends, or their problems. All of that was just noise. Her thoughts kept creeping back to Emily.
Their weird date at the club was definitely an eye opener, and now she almost couldn't distinguish Emily and the girl she met there. Stephanie tried to hold on to that memory, even if the thought of what actually happened was still unbelievable and it was being mixed with their more recent encounters.
It was still all so strange though. Stephanie would never even think of doing that with Emily. She just didn't see her like that. If anyone suggested such a thing, the teen would label them a disgusting pervert. If Sam didn't make a mistake, the sisters would never find out how amazing it feels doing it together.
The club was just the start though. It was the next weeks that made her heart flutter, both with hope and fear. The thought of her sister's attempted suicide still made Stephanie shiver. They made up and Emily forgave her sister for her harsh reaction, but it still hurt Stephanie just to think of that night. She swore to herself, as soon as she gets home, she'll shower her sister with hugs and kisses. No explanations.
'E-mi-ly,' she spelled out in her mind. Even those letters now seemed to have something special.
Was this just a teenage crush? Stephanie made that mistake before. But the two of them had so much more. This was still Emily.
They spent almost all of their lives together and knew each other better than anyone else. And now, Stephanie was learning to see her sister in other ways too. Emily was just beautiful and amazing in all ways, as a lover and as a woman. Stephanie was Emily's sister and she was the only person in the world that could ever say that about themselves. That had to mean something.
Was this even possible? Was she falling for Emily? Was this just some realization of the girl's worth as a sister, or something entirely else? All her feelings and desires mixed together in a mess, leaving Stephanie as baffled as ever.
But at all times there was this underlying feeling of tingly happiness. She sighed with a smile.
"Oh Stephanie, my darling, I love you so much!" a girl's theatrical voice said from her right.
She looked around to see her classmate Jackie looking at her, puckering her lips and making kissing noises.
"W-what?" Steph stammered, looking at the heavy set brown haired girl.
Jackie and Stephanie often chatted during breaks, did projects and homework together. She was the closest thing to a friend Stephanie had in her class, even if she was annoying and a bit of a know-it-all. Somehow, Stephanie always clicked more with older girls, like Sam. And, of course, Emily.
"Oh don't act so innocent," Jackie smiled, slapping Stephanie's shoulder and stepping closer, "I know that look. You're in love, head over heels."
"Me? Nah," Stephanie tried to hide her status, but the warm butterflies inside still made her smile.
"Yeah, see? I know that smile," Jackie continued, "I bet you're spelling out his name in your mind and fawning about how awesome he is."
"Well, maybe," Stephanie admitted with a smile, "But maybe that's because it's true."
Was her excitement about her sister just a crush? But Emily really was awesome, even if it took Stephanie her whole life to notice. Maybe it was because she always looked up to her older sister and she thought she wouldn't want a brat like Stephanie as part of her life.
Now that felt like it was changing. Emily said she liked to be close to her, she chose to spend time with the annoying teen.
Stephanie had to smile so much now, she covered her face with her hands to hide it.
"Oh boy," Jackie grinned, "You've got it bad. I've never seen you crushing so badly. So who is it?"
"Sure, I'll tell you and by lunch the whole school will know," Stephanie shook her head.
She kind of wanted to say it. But how could she?
"So you don't trust me? Good old Jackie?"
"No I don't," Stephanie stuck out her tongue jokingly.
"Fine, just watch out that you don't get taken advantage of, or get hurt."
"That's not going to happen, that's what's so amazing about it," Stephanie had to giggle now. This wasn't just some random person, an asshole guy looking to get laid. Stephanie trusted her sister fully. More than anyone in the world.
"Anyway, enjoy it while it lasts, cause it won't. I'm telling you, you've got it bad."
"You're just jealous!" Stephanie had to frown. How dare she talk bad about Emily, "You don't understand it at all."
"I do and that's the problem," Jackie continued, "Cause it's you who can't see things clearly now."
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