“Ughhh.”
The groan woke me the next morning. I looked over to find Remmi sitting on the side of the bed, trying to get up.
“Hangover?” I said as quietly as I could.
“No, your dick,” Remmi looked back at me over her shoulder. “I’m soar as shit,” she grinned.
“You’re welcome,” I grinned back.
We’d stayed up pretty late playing. Some of it was playful, dirty sex, while at other times, it was so tender… it should have been with someone I was married to, if you know what I mean.
I reached for her and she hurried to her feet.
“Oh hell no,” Remmi chuckled. “You can keep that thing away from me…. for a while.”
I laughed and watched her head to the bathroom. A minute later, the shower started. I waited a few minutes, then followed her.
“Need a hand?” I asked as I stood outside the shower.
“As long as that’s all it is,” Remmi said with a bit of seriousness.
I stepped in and immediately embraced her. After a gentle but firm kiss I asked, “You OK?”
She looked at me and nodded. “Yeah. Honestly, just sore.”
“Sorry.”
“No, you’re not,” Remmi smiled.
“No, I’m not,” I smiled back. “Are WE, OK?” I asked a different kind of question.
Remmi bit her lower lip and, after a moment, nodded.
We showered quickly, and we were drying off when I spoke next.
“You have anything I can wear so I don’t look like I’m doing the walk of shame?”
She grinned at me and pointed me to her dresser.
I found a pair of shorts and an indecently small tank top, but I put them on anyway.
Remmi was already putting together a snack in the kitchen when I stumbled my way in.
“Coffee… what the shit are you wearing?” Remmi glanced at her tank top, which was desperately trying to contain my boobs.
“What?” I said innocently.
“You’re showing more underboob than I have actual boobs!”
We both laughed and I grabbed myself a cup of coffee. Breakfast was just a snack, really, and we didn’t talk much. By the end, the silence was getting awkward.
“So… was it what you expected?” I asked.
Remmi started blushing and turned away from me, hiding behind her coffee mug.
“Remmi,” I sighed. “Last night, we made love, then we–look at me,” I said, reaching over and pulling her face to look at me. “Then we fucked like rabbits,” I grinned. I’d had enough experience lately to know what she was feeling and also know I had to get her over it now, or it would be a problem later. “I liked it, didn’t you?”
Remmi nodded after a moment.
“Say it,” I prodded, not taking my fingers from her face, keeping her looking at me.
“I liked it,” she said a little louder.
“Liked what?” I asked.
“Everything,” Remmi sighed in her normal voice.
“Good. Nothing to be embarrassed about, sis. Especially after that performance… I mean damn!”
Remmi laughed and sat back.
“So…” I started.
“So?” Remmi said. This time, she looked smug, while I started to feel embarrassed.
“Where do we go from here?” I asked.
“Well, Terri’s going to meet us for lunch, and–” Remmi started.
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” I said.
“I know,” Remmi teased, seeming to become more and more comfortable as we talked.
“Well?” I asked expectantly.
“What do you want me to say Ash? Do I want to marry you and settle down and have kids? Probably not.”
I sighed in disgust, “And just why not?” I teased.
Remmi grinned at me. “What I do want… what I’d like, would be some more of last night,” Remmi held up a hand when I started to interrupt. “No, not right now. I told you, I’m sore,” she chuckled.
“That was some of the best sex I’ve ever had, Ash. There’s no way I’m gonna stop wanting that,” Remmi said.
I sat back, my ego sated.
“Don’t go getting a big head about it–”
“Well, I–” I started
“You know what I mean, Ash,” Remmi smiled. “Now, come help me burn the sheets we ruined last night. My bedroom smells like a cathouse.”
“And how would you know what that smells like?” I asked, taking my dishes to the sink.
“You still don’t know everything about me, Ash.” My sister said with an unreadable expression.
After searching Remmi’s closet for something I could wear in public, we took a taxi and met up with Terri. For some reason, Remmi had a thing against rideshare apps and didn’t trust them. I didn’t care; I wasn’t the one paying.
When I jokingly asked why we weren’t taking her bike, she gave me a look that made me laugh out loud.
We had a nice lunch at an odd French bakery Remmi had chosen. I’d never heard of the place and didn’t know bakeries had cafes attached to them. But the French onion soup was to die for!
Terri knew me enough to know something had happened between Remmi and me, but she didn’t pry. I guess she figured I’d tell her about it when I was ready. Besides, there were things Terri did that I know she didn’t tell me about either.
Afterward, Remmi convinced Terri and me to go back to her place. I’d protested, saying we had to get ready for our livestream, but she said she’d get us back in plenty of time. She had something she wanted to show us.
Remmi grinned like the Cheshire cat as she stood outside her second bedroom. I hadn’t seen this room; I just knew this was where she stored her bike. I wasn’t sure what to expect when she finally opened the door.
The dark room within lit up with unexpected brilliance when she flipped the light switch. Instead of a single overhead light coming on, what I’d only describe as studio lights came on all around the room, eliminating all but the stubbornest shadows.
Remmi’s bike sat against the far wall, out of the way on a strange-looking stand. The rest of the room looked like a mixture of a bedroom and lounge. There was a queen-sized bed against the wall, but it was surrounded by a high-end leather loveseat and matching chairs.
Rich rugs, pillows and even a beanbag lay about the place. A large wall unit lined the final wall, giving the place a full but not quite stuffed look.
“Oh wow,” Terri said, looking around with wide eyes. “Remmi, this is amazing!”
“What is it?” I asked. Terri apparently got it, and I didn’t.
“I take it you approve then, Terri?” Remmi said.
“Approve? Your setup puts mine to shame. You have an honest-to-God studio in here,” Remmi said as she started examining the place in detail.
“Thanks,” Remmi beamed.
“OK, mind clueing me in, please?” I asked.
“Ash, this is my studio. I record my vids here,” Remmi said.
“Your vids? I thought you were a bike girl,” I said.
“I am,” Remmi nodded. “But… once I saw what Terri was doing, I decided to expand.”
“You do… what we do?” I asked, turning from the room to her.
“Not exactly,” Remmi said.