The door to the bathroom was closed when I reached it, Remmi having gone on while I was talking to Terri. When I tried to open it, the door was locked.
“Just a minute,” Remmi said from inside.
I heard the toilet flush and then the door opened.
I gave Remmi a questioning look.
“What? I needed to pee,” she said, looking… embarrassed.
“But–” I started, but she interrupted me.
“Some things are private, Ash.”
I stared in disbelief at the woman who just had a three-way with us but had to lock the door in order to pee.
Remmi held up a finger in warning, and I promptly dropped it. She nodded and entered the rather large walk-in shower. A moment later, steam was pouring out from inside.
“You mind if I pee?” I asked, not sure what the etiquette was here.
“Suit yourself,” Remmi said from inside the shower.
I quickly took care of necessities and joined Remmi in the shower. The warmth of the steam was incredible. I was about to say something to that effect when I saw the bench built into the side of the shower wall.
Remmi glanced at me and then at where I was looking. “It’s a wheelchair-accessible apartment,” she said. “All of the ground floor apartments here are.”
I looked around and saw there were handrails on the walls as well. It made perfect sense.
“So,” I started as I slipped under the second showerhead that was on the opposite wall from the one Remmi was using. Whatever I was going to say fell out of my head when I caught a glimpse of her. The water cascaded down her body like a muscular Greek goddess. Rivulets hugging and curving along her sleek features. She’d unbraided her hair and it was hanging loosely about her.
“What?” Remmi asked, turning and catching my expression. She had a knowing grin on her face. “Do you like?”
I couldn’t talk, just nod dumbly. I’d always thought Remmi was gorgeous, I’d just never been able to appreciate like this before.
Remmi chuckled softly and reached for shampoo on a nearby shelf.
I didn’t move. I just stood there like an idiot, staring at my sister… not staring, marveling at her amazing body.
“OK, now you’re making me self-conscious. Quit it,” Remmi warned.
“I’m sorry. It’s just… I never noticed how amazing your body was before. I mean, you’ve always been gorgeous and fit for as long as I can remember… but I never knew…” I ran out of words.
Remmi turned to look at me with another of her appraising looks. After a moment, she said, “You’re not messing with me, are you?”
I shook my head firmly. I so wanted to grab her and touch every part of her right now… with my tongue!
As if reading my thoughts, she handed me a soapy bath scrunchy. “Have at it,” was all she said as she turned back to washing her hair.
I gulped and moved forward with trembling hands. I shouldn’t be this nervous. I didn’t know why I was this nervous. This woman, my sister, had just watched everything I’d done in the other room. I’d seen her naked already and she’d eaten my ass! Why was I still nervous about her?
Remmi looked over her shoulder at me as I was still standing there like an idiot, soap dripping off the scrunchy in my hand.
Remmi sighed and turned to face me. “Does this help?” she said before gently kissing me. The frantic passion from before was gone, but this was anything but a sisterly kiss. When she broke, she took my hand with the scrunchie and placed it on her chest.
“It’s really easy. You just rub the scrunchy all over, making clean spots.” Remmi grinned.
I nodded and slowly began moving my hand in little circles. A moment later, the fog that had been clouding my brain seemed to clear and I began to wash her body.
Remmi nodded and turned back around to work on her hair.
Remmi broke the minute of silent washing that followed, “OK, what?”
“Hmm?” I asked, finding myself working on her lower back.
“Just ask me already. I know you have questions,” Remmi looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes kind. “Just ask,” she said gently.
“OK,” I said, racking my brain. There were so many things I wanted to know, but I didn’t know where to start.
Remmi sensed my hesitation and bailed me out. “How about we trade questions? Sound good? Fine, I’ll start,” she said without stopping to let me answer.
“How’d you get it?”
“Get what?” I said dumbly.
“That red shirt of yours… your cock, idiot!” Remmi sighed. “I know you didn’t used to have it. I helped give you baths back in the day.”
“Uh,” I started. “I’m not really allowed to say.”
“Can’t or won’t?” Remmi asked.
“Can’t. Let’s just… call it magic, like you mentioned earlier,” I said.
“I was kidding,” Remmi said.
“I’m not,” I countered. “OK, my turn. How did you know it was me?”
“On the live stream? Well, I watch Terri’s channel all the time. But don’t tell her that, I don’t want it going to her head. When she suddenly had a dick girl on–”
“Futa,” I corrected.
“What?”
“I’m what’s called Futanari or Futa for short,” I said.
“Are you a girl? Do you have a dick? Does it really matter?” Remmi said before continuing. “Besides, Futanari translates as Androgyny.”
I was surprised she knew that.
“Anyway, when she suddenly had a futa on that she was swearing up and down was the real deal, I took notice. Terri isn’t one for lying just to jack up her ratings. Overacting, sure, but not lying.
“Then, when I saw that little scar on your collarbone–”
“The one you gave me!” I accused.
“Hey, that was a long time ago, and it was Mom’s fault for leaving us in the car with a working car cigarette lighter thingie! I already said I was sorry a million times, so let it go, Elsa!” Remmi had spun on me, pointing a finger. “When I saw it, I knew it was you. I just didn’t know what the dick was all about.” Remmi shrugged.
“How long have you been a cam girl?” Remmi asked, taking her turn.
“Just the two times,” I said.
“How long have you and Terri been… a couple?” She asked quickly.
“That’s two questions,” I warned, slowly working on her strong legs. “Damn, you have nice legs,” I muttered.
“Thanks… but most guys don’t like if my legs are bigger than theirs.”
“I like them,” I said. “But to answer your question, quite a while now. But… I don’t know if we’re a couple per se. We talked about it and we don’t know yet. We’ve done a lot together and are kinda seeing where it goes,” I said.
“Do you love her?”
“Do you?” I asked right back. “And you answer first because you’re already in the hole.”
Remmi sighed. “I took notice at her 18th birthday when she started flirting with me. But, we’d grown up together as sisters, and it’s hard to look past that sometimes.”
I stood up from her legs and glared at her.
“All right, yeah, I know,” she said. “I love the girl as family. After tonight, I really like the girl as a bed toy. That’s all I’ve figured out so far, happy?” Remmi said.
“Ecstatic,” I said, returning to washing her legs. “How long have you been able to read minds?”
“What?!?” Remmi barked.
“Or at least mine. When you look at me sometimes, you cock your head like you’re reading my mind. Then you usually say what I was thinking no matter how off the wall,” I said.
“Nobody can read minds, stupid. All I’m doing is thinking when I’m looking at you. It usually doesn’t take a lot of guesswork to figure out what’s on your mind.”
I looked up at her, catching the site of water streaming off her breasts above me and it took my breath away.
She was still grinning at me when she continued.
“Go again. That was a dumb question,” Remmi said. When I didn’t immediately reply, she said, “Well?”
“I know; I’m just trying to figure out how to say it,” I said, pausing at her feet.
She must have sensed the seriousness in my tone and pulled me to my feet to face her.
“What?” she asked softly.
“Do you… have you always… liked me?” I had a hard time putting it into words.
“I love you silly, you’re my little sis.”
“Rem,” I said, using the name I only used with her in private.
She slowly met my eyes. “I…” she sighed. Apparently, she was having a hard time putting the right words together as well. “Not always, not… until recently… your 18th birthday, to be exact.”