Chapter 7
I stepped out of the bathroom still wrapped in my towel, my skin hot from the water now meeting the warm air of the room. My steps were slow, like my body knew something was about to change and was resisting the inevitable.
On the bed, side by side, were our clothes. Simple stuff: cotton PJs, light panties, basic tops. All folded neatly, separated. Jules was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the pieces like she was sizing up a battle uniform.
Her face was serious, which was rare. Her gaze fixed on the fabrics, like she was waiting for them to give some kind of answer.
“Ju,” I murmured, still standing in the doorway, “what do you think about us going for something more… innocent?”
She looked at me slowly, like she was waking from a trance.
“I don’t know. Guys like it, right?”
“Totally.”
“I think it’s gross.”
The silence between us stretched for a few seconds, and I stepped closer.
“How about this one?” she asked, looking at me with a mix of teasing and challenge. “You got the guts?”
I picked up the PJ set in my hands, feeling the lightness of the fabric slip through my fingers. If I wore it to bed, it’d just be comfort. But in front of a camera, under the eyes of hungry guys, it took on a whole different meaning.
“So what’s gonna go down in this live stream, exactly?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
Jules stood up and started fixing her hair in the mirror.
“I figured we’d take turns. One goes in first, does an hour, draws some attention. Then, when the room’s filling up, the other one joins. And at some points… we show up together.”
“Together how?”
She gave a little smirk and turned sideways, eyeing me through the reflection.
“Like… flashing some tit, giving little kisses. Playing around, you know?”
My stomach twisted.
“I’m gonna have to kiss you?”
“Yeah. And worse stuff.” She said it without any drama, like she was asking for a simple favor. Then she added with a casualness that floored me: “So, wanna try it before we go live? See if you can handle it?”
She looked at me like she knew I’d say yes, but was hoping I’d say no. Or maybe the opposite. My body was still warm from the shower, but in that moment, it was like a cold current ran up my back. I looked again at the PJs, the bed, my sister — just like me, but still so different.
“Okay.”
Jules got up without a word, just walking toward me with that determined stride she had when she’d already made peace with her choice — and now it was my turn to deal with it. My body froze. Still in my towel, with my hair dripping, I felt my skin prickle in the air, like it knew what was coming.
She stopped too close. Eyes on mine. And before I could react or ask what she was doing, Jules just leaned in and kissed me.
On the mouth.
My lips went still on reflex. A warm, familiar, uncomfortable taste flooded my mouth. This wasn’t a playful peck, not some shock tactic to freak out some dumb guy at a party — it was a real kiss.
And my stomach churned.
A shiver ran up from the base of my spine, not the good kind, but from shame, disgust, a physical unease that made my hands tremble.
“Ugh, that’s gross, Jules…” I murmured, trying to pull back, but she held my face with one hand, firm but not hurting.
“Shut up,” she whispered, laughing, her voice sweet and mocking, like she knew what this was stirring up — “get used to it, think about the money.”
I laughed. From nerves. From pure desperation.
“Okay, I’ll think about the money, fine, let’s go again.”
She kissed me again. Faster, bolder.
And the worst part… the worst part was that my body started to respond.
A wave of heat shot through my chest, down to my belly, right there. I tried to tell myself it was just nerves, just the adrenaline of the situation, but it wasn’t just that. It was my body reacting to the touch of someone who knew me so well, who knew exactly how to throw me off.
I pulled back a bit, laughing louder, trying to hide what I was feeling.
“Stop it, Jules.” I pushed her, laughing nervously. “You’re my sister and I’m feeling things with you!”
“It’s worse if we don’t test it now and embarrass ourselves live.” She said it with her forehead against mine, her face pressed to mine, her hot breath mixing with mine.
Jules didn’t wait anymore. She just leaned in again, eyes locked on mine, and kissed me. This time, no warning, no hesitation.
And it wasn’t like before. It was more intense.
Her mouth pressed against mine hard, an urgent, clumsy, wet heat that made my whole body shudder. My lips gave in, even as my mind screamed that this was wrong — my body didn’t care. Her hands slid up my bare back, over my skin. I jumped when I felt the towel loosening, but I only realized it had fallen when the cool air hit between my legs, making everything tighten and goosebump.
My arms instinctively tried to cover my tits, but Jules gently pushed them away, holding my wrists like she was saying: let it happen.
“Jules…” I murmured, trying to remember who I was, but my voice came out shaky, weak, like I didn’t even believe in the resistance anymore.
She shut me up with another kiss.
This one deeper.
Wetter.
Her tongue slipped into my mouth like she had permission. Like she knew she’d already won. My legs went weak. My whole body lit up. And for a second — a second that lasted way too long — I forgot she was my sister. It was just a hot mouth against mine, a firm hand on my bare waist, another sliding slowly up my back, pulling me closer.
I was short of breath, but I couldn’t stop.
Jules let out a muffled moan between our lips, and it hit me like a spark straight between my legs.
I pulled away with a jolt, my face burning, my breath catching. My body was totally exposed, tits hard, nipples throbbing in the most indecent way.
“We… we almost lost control…” I whispered, not quite looking at her.
Jules ran her tongue over her own lips, still panting, and smirked from the corner. She had that mocking look, mixed with a hint of mischief that only she could pull off.
“Yeah. You ain’t wet down there, are you?” she said, half laughing, half suspicious.
“Of course not,” I shot back too quick, in a lie I didn’t even try to sell.
She raised an eyebrow, already knowing the truth.
“Let me see that pussy, girl. If it is, I’m gonna kick your ass!”
And she came at me yelling, like we were kids again, rolling on the floor over a broken doll or a stolen cookie. Our laughter exploded, her body colliding with mine as I tried, uselessly, to cover my nakedness with my hands.
“Jules, did you get turned on?” I asked, trying to catch my breath.
She stopped, lying on top of me, her face pressed to mine, her hair falling in waves over our faces.
“Of course, you idiot,” she said with disarming honesty. “It’s just the body responding to the impulse. No big deal.”
“I got turned on too.”
It was only after saying it that I realized how exposed I was. Completely naked in front of her, towel forgotten on the floor. I looked down at my own goosebumped skin, glistening with a light sheen. I felt weird. Embarrassed. But deep down, I’d liked it.
Not just the touch. But the feeling of being desired. Even if it was wrong.
“I think we could even do this more times,” I said, laughing, trying to turn what was almost true into a joke.
“You sneaky slut!” She pushed me lightly, playing. “Acting all innocent but loving the incest!”
“Don’t say it like that…” I rolled my eyes, huffing. “I’m trying to lighten the mood, damn it.”
Jules laughed and flopped onto her back next to me, still out of breath.
“Okay, okay. Wanna know more of what we’ve gotta do?” she asked, turning her face to me with a lazy smile. “We’re gonna have to kiss tits… finger ourselves… that kinda thing. You up for it?”
I stayed quiet for a moment, thinking.
“Ah, I don’t wanna shove anything inside me in public… no way.”
She rolled onto her side, propping her head on her hand, elbow sinking into the mattress.
“What do you mean, girl? What’s the problem? You’re already gonna be shoving your hand in!”
“It’s different…” I murmured. “There’s something about shoving a toy in… I don’t know, it feels more… explicit. Dirtier.”
She laughed loud, the sound echoing through the room like an intimate, mocking thunder.
“Dirty is two sisters doing this together, Justy. From here on out, there’s no pretending it’s clean.”
“I get it…” I replied, almost a whisper. “You don’t have to keep saying it.”
There was a pause. A moment when the air seemed to weigh heavy between us, loaded with everything we’d already done — and everything that could still happen.
“Come here…” I said softly, my eyes seeking hers. “You first?”
“First what?” she replied, even though she knew.
“Suck tit.”
Jules’s gaze darkened. She leaned in slowly, like she was savoring every step, every second before the touch. My bare tits were exposed, prickled, ready, even if I didn’t want to admit it to myself.
She bent down and let her mouth brush my nipple with almost cruel teasing — hot, wet, slow.
My body gasped at the first contact.
She opened her mouth and sucked hard, her tongue swirling around the stiff peak, sucking with real hunger. The sensation shot through my chest like a jolt, and I moaned without meaning to, my breath ragged, fingers digging into the sheet like it would keep me grounded in reality.
But the worst — the best — was what came next.
Without realizing, my hand started to move. First a light touch over my belly, sliding down, like it was just seeking some relief. But when Jules squeezed my other tit and nipped lightly at the soaked nipple, my fingers plunged between my legs.
Hot skin, wet, pulsing.
I was soaked.
My fingers slipped between the lips of my pussy with almost desperate instinct. I started touching myself right there, next to her, like my body couldn’t pretend anymore.
Jules saw.
She looked up, mouth still latched to my tit, and when she saw what I was doing, she let out a low moan.
She didn’t say anything.
She didn’t need to.
She kept sucking, harder now, more intense. And I, with no shame left, let my fingers sink deeper, circling my clit with need, feeling my whole body respond.
It was indecent.
It was wrong.
And it was delicious.
The room filled with muffled moans, panting breaths, the wet sound of my masturbation hidden under the press of her mouth.
And for a few minutes, there was no world outside that room.
Just us two.
My legs shook. My skin burned. My fingers slid without stopping.
And when I was about to come, with my tit wet from my sister’s hot saliva and my soul soaked in shame and pleasure, I closed my eyes…
And let it happen.
No guilt.