New Season New Me L

A cozy couch. The sound of the rain outside. The warmth of her hoodie. A new book in her hands. What else could Carla ask for?

Well...if she could be just a tad greedy, she did have a very tiny...minuscule...complaint...

"UUUUUUUUUGH I'M SOOOOOOOO BORED!" Mel's loud lamentations distracted her younger sister's reading for the Nth time in half an hour. When she lifted her gaze from her novel, Carla could see her sister's body hanging limply from the couch in front of hers. "This stupid rain is making me wither away! Carlyyyyy heeeeeeelp!"

Carla couldn't help but feel a chilly shiver run up her spine at the sight of Mel's bare stomach, making her feel all the cold her sister seemed completely oblivious to. Her older sister was wearing a cropped hoodie that barely reached her ribs, and barely covered her bust, paired with high-waisted skinny jeans that hugged her hips and toned legs.

Meanwhile, Carla was bundled up in her favourite oversized hoodie, its red and black polka-dot fabric reaching down to her knees. The sleeves even swallowed her hands, the hem draped over her thighs, giving her a perfect cozy look.

Carla couldn't disagree any harder with her sister, but she knew arguing with Mel when she was like this became a fool's errand and a waste of time to even engage with her.

So that's why she egged her on, just to bother her even more.

"Shush, stop being such a baby," Carla said, annoyance clear in her voice after she had been dragged out of her book one too many times. "Can't you keep using your phone until your brain rots away like a normal person and don't bother me anymore?"

Without even lifting her head or bothering to look her away, Mel quickly responded. "I already did! Used it so much I'm almost as dumb as you."

Carla rolled her eyes, throwing one of the couch pillows against her sister, hitting her right in the face, mid-chuckle. "Then go prepare some tea or something. Be useful for once."

"I don't want to be useful," Mel answered, the pillow still laying on her face, before lifting it to look at her sister. "I want to do something fun. How do you manage to not go crazy?"

"I don't know, it's just..." Carla shrugged, trying to find the correct word. "Relaxing? I just like how everything slows down. It's such a mood."

"It's a depressing mood." Mel responded, sighed in defeat. But as she laid down there, the rain slowly began to let out, until it outright stopped. Teetering on the edge of madness from her boredom, Mel took this opportunity to do something.

The blonde girl bolted upright, all her lost energies suddenly restored. "I'm going out to get a coffee, can't sit here anymore!" she declared, only grabbing a thin jacket.

Carla barely had time to look up from her book, before Mel was halfway out of the door. The younger sister took a deep breath, softly shaking her head. She returned to her book, savouring the quiet for a few precious minutes. But as the rain started up again (this time heavier than before) she couldn't help but glance up towards the door, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

The goth cozied up on her spot, wiggling on the couch until it felt just right. She really couldn't understand how her older sister wasn't able to appreciate these moments like her, but that was her loss. And these few minutes of silence, except for the raining outside and her own breathing, were heaven.

But sadly nothing lasted forever, and not even ten minutes later the door burst open, and a thoroughly drenched Mel stumbled back inside. Her long blonde hair plastered all over her face, making her look as if Samara had been born in Malibu. Her clothes clung to her perfect body almost like a second skin, and she was shivering almost uncontrollably. "I-I t-t-t-hought it was going to stop!" She whined, her teeth chattering.

Carla couldn't help but chuckle, "serves you right for rushing out like a maniac. You look like a drowned rat."

Mel angrily glared at her younger sister, hating how warm the pale goth looked on the couch. "Shut up and help me, Carly! I'm fru-fru-freeezing!"

Carla set her book aside, but before she fully stood up, she stopped for a second as a realization hit her. This was the perfect chance to make her sister pay up for making her spend the whole freaking summer as a ditzy, vapid blond. Gosh just remembering the things her sister made her do, all the selfies. Just thinking about it made Carla's face burn red with shame.

A smirk began to grow wider on her face. Her pierced tongue poked past her lips, the evidence of the 'totes cute' idea Carly had to make the sisters match. Now Carla was thinking of a new way to make them match...

While Carla daydreamed, Mel narrowed her eyes, "j-ju-just get me a towel, Carly. And s-s-top looking at me like that, it's-s-s creepy."

"Creepy? Me?" Carla pressed a hand to her chest, feigning offence. "I'm just trying to be a caring sister. Now, hold still. I'll be right back!"

Jogging, or better described as fast walking, Carla made her way towards her room, picking up all the things she needed for this: Two of her towels, a change of clothes that she knew would barely fit her sister, including the underwear of course. And the most important thing, she coated all of them with some of her 'special' perfume. Soon enough, the younger sister returned to the living room, clutching all of them against her chest.

Mel was still shivering in front of the entrance door, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as she glared at her sister. "What took you so long? I'm turning into an icicle over here!"

"Patience, sis," Carla said, her smirk widening as she tossed one of the towels at Mel. "Wrap yourself up with that. We don't want you catching a cold, do we?"

After Mel caught the towel Carla stepped closer, the other towel in her hands. "You know, you're such a mess. Let me help you."

Before Mel could even make a sound of protest, Carla started drying her sister's hair herself, her methods far from being gentle. She dried off Mel's hair so vigorously that it began to frizz, so aggressive the drying off was, that Mel feared her brain would get rattled out of her head. Carla's smirk only widened as she worked and saw her effort start to pay off. "Going out in the rain when you just dyed your hair?" The younger sister asked, with fake concern. "Aren't you scared it might wash away?"

Mel froze mid-squirm, her eyes narrowing in confusion. "What are you even talking about, Carly? I don't dye my hair. It's natural."

Carla paused, holding up the towel she'd been using to dry Mel's hair. Streaks of the same sandy blonde colour were smeared across the white fabric, Mel's hair was now as dark as her younger sister's. "Then what's this, sis?" The younger sister asked teasingly as she waved the towel in front of Mel's face.

Mel's face flushed red with confusion as she stared at the towel. She had always been blonde, surely! But now the long black hair draped over her face said otherwise, and confusion began to take hold of her mind.

How... how is this even possible?"

Carla tilted her head, her smirk taking a more mocking edge to it. "Aw, Mel. Are you sure about that? Maybe you just... forgot? Or maybe you've been dying it blonde for so long, you convinced yourself it was natural...just like your tan."

With uncharacteristic speed Carla began rubbing the towel against her sister's face. She scrubbed at Mel's cheeks vigorously, the friction washing away her colour before revealing a pale tone that matched Carla's own complexion. "See? You're just as pale as me," Carla chuckled, holding up the towel to show the deep tan color now smudged against the fabric.

Taking advantage of the confusion, Carla's hands moved to the hem of Mel's soaked shirt. "Alright, let's get you out of these wet clothes before you catch a cold." Without waiting for permission, she tugged the shirt up and over Mel's head, leaving her in just her bra and jeans. Mel's arms instinctively crossed over her chest, her face flushing. "Carly! Warn me next time!"

Carla continued her relentless 'help', her hands moving from Mel's shoulders down her back, vigorously drying her sister with the towel. But her methods were far from innocent. As she rubbed the towel over Mel's arms and back, her hands lingered a little too long, her fingers occasionally brushing against her sister's sides in a way that made Mel squirm. "Carla! Stop it!" Mel protested, though her voice lacked its usual bite. She was too cold and too confused to put up much of a fight.

"Relax, I'm just drying you off," Carla said, her smirk widening as she moved the towel around, scrubbing at Mel's chest while groping her. The small puddles forming around Mel's feet were tinted with the streaks of tan that had been rubbed off, evidence of Carla's thorough efforts. "You're such a mess, Mel. Honestly, what would you do without me?"

Mel squirmed against her sister's handsy touch, but didn't pull away. "Probably not get manhandled by my little sister, for starters."

"Oh, please," Carla said, rolling her eyes. "It's not like you hate it, sis. Now hold still..." Now in control, Carla kept on undressing her sister. First came the jeans, revealing her big sister's toned legs. And then Carla made her remove her wet underwear too.

Mel's face burned as she stood there, completely exposed, her arms crossed over her chest in a futile attempt to preserve some modesty. "Carla, this is so not okay," she muttered, embarrassed.

Carla just grinned, clearly enjoying herself. "Oh, come on. It's not like I haven't seen you naked before. We shared a room for, like, ten years. Now stop whining, and let's get you into something warm." She grabbed the pile of clothes she'd brought earlier and handed them to Mel. "Here. Put these on. And don't even think about arguing; my stuff is waaaaaay warmer than yours."

Mel groaned but reluctantly started changing, pulling on Carla's bra and panties. The fit was snug, and she couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious as she adjusted the straps. "This is so not my style," she muttered, glaring at Carla. "Or size."

"What do you mean?" Carla smiled teasingly, eyeing her sister up and down. "We are almost the same size." The younger sister took a step forwards, pulling from the bra strap and the edge of the panties. With a snap they hit against Mel's curves, seemingly shrinking to fit to perfection. "See? Fits like a glove."

Mel rubbed at the spot that had just been snapped, her cheeks flushing as she adjusted to her more slender proportions.

Carla laughed, clearly enjoying Mel's embarrassment. "Oh, stop being so dramatic. You look amazing. Now, let's get the rest of this on." She handed Mel the oversized hoodie and a pair of black leggings.

Mel reluctantly pulled on the hoodie, the soft fabric enveloping her in a strangely familiar warmth, the scent of her younger sister doing the same for her insides, warming her up with a strange fuzzy feeling. The leggings that would have never fitted before, now clung to her slender curves perfectly. "See? Doesn't this feel sooooo nice Melanie?" Carla asked, resting her hands on her older sister's hips.

Melanie groaned, pulling the hoodie up to hide her face, her younger sister using her full name felt so weird, it made her face grow all red, which was even more apparent with how pale she was. "Can we move away from the door now? I'm freezing."

Carla nodded, her smirk softening into a grin. "Sure thing, sis." She grabbed a blanket from the couch and draped it over Melanie's shoulders, hugging her sister to help her warm up. "Better?" Carla asked, still keeping Melanie in her tight embrace.

"Mhm," Melanie mumbled, letting out a content sigh. She felt so warm and cozy against her younger sister.

But as Carla pulled away to sit back down with her book, Melanie immediately felt the chill creep back in, a shudder running up her spine. She hesitated for a moment, and then blurted out, "Wait! Don't go...It's still cold..." Her voice was softer now, practically making it sound like a plea. "Can we just...just stay like that? Please?"

Carla raised an eyebrow, her teasing smirk returning with full force. "Oh, so now you're begging to cuddle? What happened to 'Carly, stop manhandling me'?"

Melanie's face flushed even deeper, and she buried it in Carla's shoulder. "Shut up. I'm just cold, okay? And you're warm. So... stop being a jerk and just hug me already."

They settled back on the couch, this time side by side. Carla grabbed her book again, while Melanie leaned into her sister, snaking her hands under her sister's hoodie, and against her pudgy stomach. "Very warm," she mumbled, her voice muffled as she rested against her younger sister.

Carla rolled her eyes but didn't push her away. "You're such a baby."

Melanie grinned, her earlier grumpiness forgotten as she nuzzled closer to Carla

The rain continued to patter against the windows, the sound soothing and steady. For a while, they just sat there, enjoying the quiet and each other's company. Melanie's earlier complaints about boredom and the rain seemed like a distant memory as she relaxed into Carla's embrace.

"Hey, Carla?" Melanie suddenly asked, breaking the silence.

"What?"

"You're kinda cute when you're not being a jerk."

Carla snorted. "And you're kinda tolerable when you're not whining."

The two sisters stayed like that for a while, their banter fading into a comfortable silence. A cozy couch. The sound of the rain outside. The warmth of her sister. A new book in her hands. What else could Carla ask for?

Well...if she could be just a tad greedy, she did have a very tiny...minuscule...desire...

Carla gently lifted Melanie's face with two fingers, tilting it upward until their eyes met. Before a confused Melanie could react, Carla leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. The older sister froze for a moment, then melted into the gesture, her face flushing so fiercely that the blush spread all the way to the tips of her ears.

Carla pulled back, a satisfied smirk resting smugly on her lips as she took in Melanie's flustered expression, who quickly tried to hide it by burying her face against Carla's chest.

Yup. Now she really couldn't ask for anything else.