The days after that storm blurred into a haze of stolen glances and secret touches with Karin. We'd sneak into the bathroom whenever the house felt too quiet—quick, desperate sessions on the counter or against the door, my cock sliding deep into her shaved pussy while she bit my shoulder to muffle her moans. Every creampie left her dripping, thighs sticky with my cum, peach scent mixing with the raw smell of sex that clung to the tiles like a permanent stain. The afterglow was addictive: her curled against me on the bathmat, fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest, whispering how wrong and perfect it felt.
But the house wasn't just ours anymore. Kaho, my middle sister—18, bubbly and athletic with a runner's body and endless energy—started lingering in the upstairs hall at odd hours. She'd always been the playful one, teasing everyone with her bright laughs and tight yoga pants that hugged her ass like a second skin. Lately, though, her energy felt... directed. Like she knew something.
It started at 3 a.m. a few nights after the storm. I'd slipped out of the bathroom after another round with Karin—her pussy still pulsing around my spent cock as I pulled out, cum leaking down her smooth lips onto the mat. I was sneaking back to my room, shirtless and reeking of sweat, peach shampoo, and sex, when Kaho's door cracked open.
She poked her head out, blonde hair tousled from sleep, wearing nothing but an oversized tank top that barely covered her thighs and a pair of tiny sleep shorts. Her blue eyes sparkled in the dim hallway light, catching me mid-step. "Big bro," she whispered, voice laced with mischief, "why do you smell like peach? And... something else?" Her nose wrinkled playfully, but her gaze dropped lower—to the obvious bulge still half-hard in my pants, the wet spot darkening the fabric.
I froze, heart slamming. "Uh... couldn't sleep. Took a shower."
She stepped into the hall, closing her door softly behind her, tank top riding up to flash the underside of her pert ass. Athletic and toned, her legs were endless, skin golden from outdoor runs. "A shower at 3 a.m.? With Karin's shampoo?" She grinned, leaning in close enough that I caught her scent—fresh, citrusy body wash mixed with something warmer, feminine. Her nipples poked through the thin tank, hard from the cool air... or maybe from watching me.
I mumbled some excuse and tried to brush past, but she blocked me playfully, hip bumping mine. "Secrets don't stay secret long in this house," she teased, voice low and husky, before slipping back into her room with a wink.
The next morning, the teasing escalated. I heard the shower running upstairs—door cracked open again, steam billowing out thick and hot, carrying a new scent: Kaho's citrus lotion cutting through the lingering peach haze. Curiosity pulled me closer, cock already twitching at the thought of another show.
Peering through the gap, I saw her through the frosted glass shower door—she'd left it ajar just enough for a clear view if you stood at the right angle. Water cascaded over her athletic body: firm breasts with puffy pink nipples, flat toned stomach, and long legs spread slightly for balance. She was lathering her legs with shaving cream, razor in hand, humming cheerfully.
But then she bent forward, ass toward the door—cheeks parting slightly under the water stream, revealing her shaved pussy from behind. Completely bare, lips smooth and plump, the inner folds peeking out pink and slick from the soap. Not a trace of hair, just flawless silk, her tight entrance winking as she shifted, water tracing rivulets down her slit.
My cock hardened instantly, throbbing against my jeans as I watched her glide the razor up her calf, then thigh—slow, deliberate strokes that inched dangerously close to her mound. She switched legs, turning slightly, giving me a side profile: breasts bouncing with the motion, nipples dripping water, and a full view of her shaved front now—mound swollen subtly, lips pressed together neatly, clit hood peeking at the top.
"Fuck," I whispered under my breath, hand palming my bulge unconsciously.
She heard. Or pretended to. "Big bro? That you out there?" she called out cheerfully, not stopping her routine. "I forgot my razor on the counter—could you hand it to me?"
I hesitated, but the invitation was too strong. Pushing the door open wider, I stepped into the steamy heat, citrus-scented fog enveloping me like an embrace. The shower roared, water drumming on tile, amplifying every sound.
She slid the glass door open a fraction more, sticking her hand out—water dripping from her arm, soap suds trailing down her wrist. But her body was fully visible now: naked, glistening, shaved pussy on blatant display as she stood with legs apart for "stability." Lips parted slightly from the heat, inner pinkness shining wet—not just from water. Arousal glistened there, mixing with the suds, her clit visibly swollen.
I grabbed the razor from the counter—her spare one, pink and girly—and handed it through the gap. Our fingers brushed, hers slick and warm, lingering on mine longer than necessary. "Thanks," she purred, eyes meeting mine through the steam—bright blue and full of playful heat. She pulled the razor in but didn't close the door fully.
Instead, she resumed shaving right there, in full view: propping one foot on the built-in bench, spreading her thighs wide. The razor glided over her mound now, careful strokes pulling her outer lips taut to get every inch—exposing her slick entrance fully, hole clenching faintly as the cool blade teased nearby skin.
"It's so much smoother this way," she said conversationally, voice echoing off the tiles, breathy from the hot water. "Feels amazing after... sensitive everywhere." Her free hand "steadied" herself, fingers grazing her plump lips, parting them slightly to shave the inner curves—revealing the dripping pink core, juices trailing down her thighs with the water.
I stood frozen, cock rock-hard and leaking, the citrus steam thick in my lungs, mixing with the musky hint of her arousal. She finished, rinsing off under the spray—arching back, hands rubbing over her freshly shaved pussy, fingers dipping between folds in slow circles, hips bucking subtly as she "cleaned."
A soft moan escaped her—barely audible over the water, but it shot straight to my groin.
Then she turned off the shower, grabbing a towel but not wrapping it yet. Water beaded on her smooth mound, dripping from her lips as she stepped out, body heat radiating. "Your turn to shower?" she teased, brushing past me close—wet breast grazing my arm, shaved pussy scent hitting me full force: clean citrus and raw, needy wetness.
She paused at the door, towel finally loosely draped, flashing one last glimpse of that perfect bare slit. "Or... you could join next time. Save water."
The door clicked shut behind her, leaving me in the echoing steam, cock throbbing untouched, the tile walls still ringing with the promise of her playful invitation.
Kaho knew. And she was playing now too. The bathroom's secrets were multiplying—and I was already hooked.