You take Sam's offered hand, and hold it in yours.
"We've both worked up a bit of a sweat, Sam." Not that a little perspiration bothered you all that much, as least if it was coming from a girl like your eldest sister. "Perhaps we should clean up a little before we go upstairs."
Sam smiles slyly, a pleasant change from her normal bitchiness or general anger. Hopefully the change is permanent. "We really should shower together, to save water. Although it will be cozy in there..."
You shrug your shoulders, not really caring that it still hurts a bit from when the beauty in front of you flipped you to the floor. "We'll make do, I guess. We'll just have to press together extra tight."
The shower is in a bathroom that is just outside Sam's little dojo. In theory, it's open to anyone. In practice though, only Sam ever used it for post-workout showers. You were banished from it due to hurtful but entirely accurate allegations that you pissed into the shower drain the last time you used it, and hadn't dared venture near it since then.
The shower was basically a translucent plastic box. It actually wasn't all that cramped inside, unless you were concerned about niceties about actually being under the water as it came out. A small plastic bench was shoved in the back, farthest away from the showerhead, apparently if someone decided they needed to sit for some reason during their shower.
Your sister led you by the hand into the bathroom, and closed the door behind you, locking the slightly shaky handle with a rattling clicking sound. She then went to the shower and turned on the water to it's highest heat, apparently to get some steam going. It seemed like it was only seconds before the mirror over the sink began to fog up.
Sam walks up to you demurely as you stand by the sink. Wisps of steam move through the air behind her. The humidity that was building in the air put a wet sheen on her skin, and a tighter curl in her hair, both of which suited her.
"What's next, lover boy?" she asks, gazing deep into your eyes. |