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The Itch was back, a powerful and unwelcome presence in Sasha's mind.
The first few days that followed her steamy coupling with Riley had been bliss. But with every session spent on her horrific (yet terrific) chair, the Itch had crept back into her consciousness. Each time Riley sprawled facedown after a failed tumble and presented herself like a dog in heat the hard knot in her stomach expanded, another turn of a coiled spring near its breaking point.
As the days passed in frustration and increasingly sleepless nights, the itch had become impossible to ignore.
Tonight, she and Riley were playing a stupid game called 'Generic Shooter' on the computers they had built. Sasha hated that Riley had built one for herself even though she didn't have to, and despised the fact that it had only taken her an hour.
The girls kneeled above the padded machines humming gently below. Both had long since abandoned modesty in favour of increased tactile sensation (and decreased laundry) and wore only t-shirts. Though the game itself made her want to toss her computer out the window, Sasha had to admit it did a decent job of keeping her mind off the smouldering heat that roiled inside her and the almost imperceptible tingle at her crotch that fanned the latent flames.
"Do you think Monica purposely disabled the sauna at the gym?" Sasha asked, half in a daze.
Riley rolled her heavy lidded eyes. "For the hundredth time, yes. I'm sure she sees our... er, intimacy as a risk in need of mitigation."
"I don't know. It might have been a coincidence."
"You don't understand how she thinks. She's like a computer, constantly calculating probabilities and playing out scenarios in her head. I'd bet she has half a dozen planned responses for anything we could possibly do."
Sasha's muddled brain interpreted her sister's statement as a challenge. "Anything we could do?"
Riley nodded. "I've seen her work on cases for Mom. You don't want to mess with her."
Something shifted in Sasha, the coiled spring pushed past its breaking point. It might have been her competitive nature. Or possibly the way her eyes suddenly caught Riley's above their computer monitors. Or how the pale glow of the screen illuminated her features? Hell, maybe she'd just grown tired of feeling the cold dribble of clear fluid down her inner thigh.
She knew that she wasn't thinking rationally. But also knew that sometimes, you just needed to scratch an Itch. "Do you know where she is tonight?"
"Monica?" Riley's brow furrowed. "I think she said she'd be at her office if we needed anything."
"Where's that?"
"Across town. Maybe half hour drive."
"You wanna call it quits for tonight? Hit the showers?"
Riley paused. "You mean... together? Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"I think so. A hot, steamy shower is just what I need right now."
Another pause. Her eyes widened and she waved her arms excitedly. "Is it happening? You're finally caving in?"
Sasha wore her scowl like a raised weapon. Her sister had a tremendous talent for saying the wrong thing.
***
The master bathroom was still laid out just as Sasha remembered it. The shower stall was huge, featuring tall glass walls and a bank of shower heads above and at either end that provided full coverage of the heated, spotlessly clean tile floor.
Sasha stepped into the stall and opened the faucets. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, allowing the spray to wash over her face.
The wet patter of Riley's bare feet stopped behind her. A shiver passed through Sasha as the full length of her sister's naked body pressed into her backside, and a pair of arms wrapped around her at navel height. Gentle hands traced her curves, starting at the delicate juncture of inner thigh and moving up to cup her breasts. A sigh escaped her lips as deft fingers drew circles around her nipples.
Riley stepped away for a moment to turn off the central shower heads and dispense a small puddle of body wash into her hands. She worked it into a lather and applied it to Sasha's shoulders, slippery hands working back and forth in a tender massage that meandered down to her hips before finding their way to her chest. Sasha's nipples stood out under the attention, and the continued soapy caress sent sparks of pleasure straight to her aching pussy.
Riley's focus shifted to her belly, fingers gliding up and down her rippled midsection. Sasha held her breath anticipating their next destination, but instead of going straight for her cunt like she'd expected - well, hoped - Riley had other plans.
She paused to apply a heavy dose of soap. "Bend over, and spread your legs apart."
Her sister's voice was an octave or two lower than usual. Sasha obeyed the command without thinking, and was rewarded with two soapy hands massaging her ass cheeks. They cupped her firm globes and moved in unison, alternately pushing them together and then apart. Riley's thumbs worked in circles around the sensitive undersides, each circuit drawing a gasp as they drew ever closer to caressing her tightly puckered hole but never making contact.
She glanced back at Riley, who was now in a kneeling posture and staring transfixed at her own hands. She didn't seem to notice Sasha's attention. Her head tilted an inch to the right, eyes straight ahead as though lost in the solution of an intricate puzzle.
Still in a trance, Riley's eyes shifted lower. Her small but strong hands wrapped around Sasha's upper thigh, one just below her throbbing pussy. They wrung down the length of her leg until her fingers met near Sasha's ankle, then twisted round in a spiralling, indirect ascent. Riley paused when they reached the apex and she ground the back of her palm against Sasha's mound and lower lips. The cycle repeated, each iteration slower than the last and each pause longer until she somehow ended up cupping Sasha's pubic mound from behind.
The physical contact broke Riley's trance, and her eyes sought out Sasha's with a hunger that begged for permission to continue. Time slowed as her gaze held Sasha captive. With great effort, Sasha broke the spell with a slight inclination of her head.
Riley's hand twitched, middle and ring fingers curling slightly as they grazed her swollen clit on the way to her asshole in a slippery 'come hither' motion. The jolt of sensation drew a surprised yelp from her mouth and she doubled over, back arched like an threatened cat.
The hand slid back and forth along her most sensitive areas, lavender soap mingling with her own juices to allow near-frictionless contact along the surface. A scant few strokes later to trigger the Sasha's wrist monitor to issue several slow beeps of warning, and Sasha pulled Riley's hand away.
"Looks like we need more steam," she said, and moved to adjust the faucet handles. She stole a glance at her sister, foregoing eye contact for glimpses of the erect nipples on her perky water beaded breasts or the delicate folds of skin that peeked through the shaven expanse of her mons. Riley's hairless pussy looked smooth as porcelain and good enough to eat. Which, she admitted, was kinda the plan.
Two pumps of the dispenser seemed like a good place to start. She ran the soap between her hands and approached Riley, her earlier peek now a fully fledged ogle. She stopped half an arm's length away and drew a path of soap that started at her narrow hips and ended with scant handfuls of firm tits. Hard nipples traced slick circles around Sasha's palms and Riley's head tilted back, eyes closed and mouth open in a soft moan. Sasha continued her gentle onslaught, spreading the slippery suds up to caress her slender neck and the width of her shoulders down to fingertips.
She reached out and pulled Riley in close, soaping up her back and then reaching down to fill her hands with her sister's hard, tiny bottom. Riley took advantage of the proximity, leaning in to nip her collarbone and plant a series of light kisses up her neck.
Sasha froze - though hardly a surprise, the intimacy caught her flat footed. For a long moment she considered how to let her know she wasn't ready for the type of relationship Riley wanted. Probably never would be. If, by some miracle, they managed to get their inheritances, Sasha was still unsure whether she would stick around or vanish as promised.
When Sasha didn't reciprocate her advance, Riley pulled back. "Sorry," she said, voice quiet against the hiss of falling water.
Sasha felt a little sorry for her. And still super horny. "You just surprised me, that's all." Her hand slid from Riley's ass and twisted past her hip to cover her mound. She adopted a sombre expression. "Now, where were we?"
Rileys lips quirked. "Washing up before we eat?"
Sasha couldn't hold back a smile of her own. "You've read my mind."
She moved to Riley's side, hand still cupped between her legs at the front, and placed the other hand opposite, finger tips touching in at the bridge of flesh spanning her front and rear holes. She explored her sister's nooks and crannies with gentle circular motions, working the soap into a lather against the pale, smooth skin.
She applied firm pressure with the two longest fingers of both hands. The front fingers sank in easily compared to the rear, which met with firm resistance and triggered a startled squeal that stretched to a low whimper as Sasha worked her front fingers in a shallow circle around the soft, squishy centre of Riley's cunt.
Each lap of her fingers triggered spasms that gradually accommodated the two soaped-up fingers at her rear entrance. Within a dozen strokes, the tips of her fingers had been enveloped by a tight hot wetness that continued to pulse in time with her motions and Riley's gasps of pleasure.
A piercing alarm split the white noise of shower spray. Sasha yanked her hands clear before recognizing the sound for what it was, and a downward glance confirmed the familiar red strobe and 'monitor malfunction' message scrawled across the screen of her bracelet.
A moment later, Riley's wrist monitor did the same.
In unspoken agreement, the girls moved under the falling water at either end of the shower, rinsed themselves free of soap, and reunited at the centre in prone positions.
Sasha lay flat on her back with her feet on the ground, knees bent and spread wide. The soft glow of overhead shower lights played across Riley's glistening pussy as she swung her leg over Sasha's head.
She couldn't look away from her sister as she moved into her field of view and lowered to within reach of her mouth. The reality of eating pussy for the first time, and Riley's, no less, was far removed from the fantasies that had come so often in the preceding weeks of stolen glances and Itch-fuelled dreams.
