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“Stop squirming!”
Renee perched herself on Mallory’s lap, the younger girl flat against the bed while the other expertly applied makeup. For weeks, the older girl had begged for this makeover, but Mallory had always declined.
Renee had a knack for getting what she wanted, though, especially from Mallory. The younger girl didn’t quite understand how she did it, but somehow Renee managed to coax her into revealing everything about her personal life. When Mallory had sheepishly admitted that she’d never made it to second base with a guy, Renee had practically insisted on a “confidence makeover” to boost her self-esteem—and, by extension, her dating prospects.
Mallory had always envied her sister’s confidence and her ease with guys, so she finally agreed to the three-step makeover: face, outfit, and personal lessons—whatever that entailed.
Now, as Renee leaned over her, soft wisps of blonde hair were brushing against Mallory’s cheeks, a cocktail of both anxiety and excitement brewed inside of her.
Renee was so close that Mallory could smell her cherry-coke-flavored chapstick. It had that sweet and nostalgic smell Mallory always associated with her. She had secretly borrowed it once, curious whether it really tasted as sweet as it smelled. It did, and ever since, Mallory had wondered if Renee wore it so her kisses would leave a lasting impression—so that once a boy got a taste of her, he’d remember her forever and come back for more.
With a light hand, Renee finished applying blush and then reached for a tube of magenta-colored lip gloss. “Finishing touch,” she said with a smile, beginning to layer the sticky substance onto Mallory’s lips.
Mallory resisted the urge to lick the gloss off, not wanting to ruin Renee’s hard work. She used the applicator to smooth the glossy layer evenly across her lips, dipped the tube again, and applied another coat for good measure.
Setting the tube aside, she leaned back to assess the result. Embarrassment washed over her under Renee’s intense hazel-eyed gaze. She hoped she had sat still long enough for the look to turn out well.
Renee cocked her head in thought, her eyes lighting up as if she had just found what she was looking for. She lifted her thumb to her lips, licked it, and then gently swiped the pad of her finger across Mallory’s mouth, removing the excess gloss.
Her damp skin delicately brushed against Mallory's lower lip, the touch making her shudder. Again, she had to resist the urge to lick or bite her lips.
"Perfect," Renee hummed. “Onto the next step!” Without a beat, she hopped off Mallory’s lap and bounced over to her dresser. ‘You’ll need something sexy to wear.”.
Concealed underneath a thick sweater, Renee revealed her collection of lingerie in the bottom drawer. Mallory’s eyes widened as she dug through the variety of lace pants, stockings, and bralettes. “You want me to borrow your lingerie?” she asked.
“Well, yeah,” Renee replied, as if it were obvious. “You have to feel sexy to be sexy.”.
She pulled out a red garment that was a disarray of straps and ribbons, briefly tried to untangle the mess, then quickly gave up and returned it to the drawer.
“How did you get all this?” Mallory wondered out loud. Their mother would never buy something like this for them. She could already picture her burning them if she had ever found the stash.
Renee chuckled. “Five-finger discount,” she chimed proudly. Mallory blinked. Renee had a habit of using phrases she didn’t understand.
She laughed. “You’re so cute. That means I stole it," she clarified.
"Oh," Mallory replied softly, feeling a mix of embarrassment and discomfort at being called "cute" by her sister. She imagined that in Renee's eyes, she must seem like an innocent little kitten, an idea she despised. Mallory longed to be seen as Renee's equal, not just her kid sister. She aspired to be more like Renee—confident and self-assured.
“Aha!” Renee pulled out a matching set of white lace bralettes and panties. “White will look good on you. It suits your good girl image, which will drive certain types up the wall,” she explained.
Mallory silently took the fabric into her hands, unsure how she felt about Renee seeing her as a "good girl." Maybe guys would like it, but right now she just felt pathetic. Her sister was so much more experienced, and here she was, standing awkwardly in front of her, just hoping for a glimpse into her exciting life.
Mallory made her way towards the bathroom door to change in privacy, but a hand on her shoulder stopped her. “Not in there,” Renee stated. “Out here”.
“But you’re out here...” Mallory trailed in confusion. Her sister didn't expect her to strip naked in front of her, right?
“Mallory”, Renee sighed. “You need to learn how to be comfortable in your own body. Own it, don’t hide it.”.
Mallory didn’t know much about “owning it," but trying underwear on in front of her sister seemed... unusual. “Okay, I guess you can just turn around.”
“God, it’s just like changing in a locker room, Mallory. Don’t make it weird,” Renee huffed.
Don’t make it weird. Maybe Renee was right. Mallory was overthinking this; it was just borrowing clothes. It doesn’t mean anything. Besides, Renee was more experienced, so she should trust her.
Mallory swallowed and pulled her shirt up over her head. After seeing Renee's fancy collection of push-up bras and bralettes, she felt a bit silly standing here in her plain T-shirt bra.
Renee sat on the edge of her bed while Mallory changed in the middle of the room. When their eyes met, she blushed and looked away. Just like a locker room, she reminded herself.
She quickly unzipped and removed her jeans, kicking them aside. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked toward Renee for direction.
“Go on,” she insisted.
Mallory’s hands began to shake. This was the first time anyone had seen her naked since she was a little girl. How pathetic, she thought, that the first person to see her like this would be Renee. Regardless, she moved her hands behind her back to unclasp her bra.
Narrowing her eyes to avoid Renee’s stare, she slowly slipped the bra off and dropped it to join the other articles of clothing on the floor. She could immediately feel the cold air on her bare breasts.
"Hmm,” Renee hums, “Your boobs are smaller than mine." She sounds like she’s proud of that, further rubbing in her sexuality.
Mallory's cheeks start to burn. She keeps her eyes on the floor, analyzing the wood grain. She didn’t understand how Renee was so casual about this.
“Oh well, I’m sure it’ll fit well enough. Now the pants”.
Mallory, still studying the floor, hooks her fingers around the hem of her panties. She slowly lowers them down her thighs, and although she knows it could only have been a few seconds, it feels like an eternity.
When the panties are completely off, she dares herself to look up again.
Her eyes meet Renee’s. The older sister looks pleased. With herself or Mallory, she isn’t sure.
She’s at a loss for what to say, so she just stands there, arms awkwardly dangling at her sides. Fully exposed, in more ways than one, with Renee no more than a foot across from her.
The teen’s eyes travel down Mallory’s body, and her heart skips a beat. She knows it’s all in her head, but something has shifted. The air between her and her sister was thicker, harder to breathe. The tension is suffocating, and Mallory desperately needs something to hold on to, something to ground her.
She quickly clings the edge of the dresser, takes a deep breath in, and grabs the white lingerie. Don’t make it weird, Renee's voice echoes in her head.
Wanting to cover her lower half first, she races to put on the pants, white lace easily gliding over her hips. Then she straps the bralette over her shoulder, and Renee was right, it does fit decently enough. But she can’t seem to get the clasp to hook together properly.
"Jesus,” she mumbles under her breath. Embarrassment washes over her again.
“Here, let me help,” Renee stands and strides over behind Mallory.
Her hands brush against Mallory’s back as she fixes the clasp, and Mallory quietly gasps at the unexpected sensation. The sound that escapes her lips makes her freeze.
Renee chuckles softly. “You’re so sensitive,” she teases, her voice dripping with amusement. “Always have been.”
She trails her fingers down Mallory's spine. “But don’t worry. Guys will like that too,” she whispers close to the younger girl's ear. Her voice sends a cold chill through Mallory, leaving her unsure whether to shove her sister away or embrace her insolence.
She couldn’t fathom why Renee would do something like that. It seemed so unnecessary—was she just trying to embarrass her? Mallory recognized the sadistic streak in her sister; Renee had a knack for pushing all the right buttons, getting her worked up just for the fun of it.
She blames her shiver on the cold room.
Renee turns Mallory around and admires the new look. She smiles brightly. “Adorable. Now we can get to the fun part,” she says in a tone that does nothing to ease Mallory’s anxiety. “Sit.”
Mallory sits on the edge of her and Daisy’s shared bed, her body tense. Renee drones on about her “lessons,” but Mallory isn’t listening. The sensation of her sister's fingers trailing down her spine lingers, making her mind spin and her skin prickle with unease.
Renee sits next to her on the bed, their knees touching. Has she always sat this close? Mallory isn’t sure; she doesn’t trust her own judgment anymore.
“So, kissing 101,” Renee begins. “Most people think it’s all about the lips and tongue, but you can’t forget to use your hands either.”
Renee places a hand against Mallory’s chest to demonstrate. “Some guys like it when you touch their chest like this.” Renee speaks matter-of-factly, as if this were any ordinary conversation. Mallory tries to pay attention, but all she can feel is Renee’s skin against hers, the heat, and—
"Or,” Renee interrupts her thoughts. “You can try something like this.” She lightly drags her fingers down Mallory’s torso, circling her hip and stopping to rest at the thigh.
Bad, Bad, Bad, is the only thought Mallory's mind can conjure. Hot, hot, hot, her body betrays her.
“Um, Renee…”
“But,” Renee interjects, leaning in close to Mallory, lips brushing against her neck. “The neck is a good spot too." Her hot breath tickles Mallory’s skin, and she fears her skin may catch fire.
Bad, bad, bad.
Renee turns her head and locks eyes with Mallory. “Then you should make contact.” It takes all of Mallory’s willpower not to look away. “...and then look at their lips,” Renee says, pointedly glancing down at Mallory’s lips, “and back to their eyes.”
Renee is so close, so close, Mallory swears she can hear her heartbeat too. Renee’s eyes flutter, and in an instant, her lips are on Mallory’s.
Renee’s lips. Soft. Warm. Painted with that damn cherry-coke chapstick.
Mallory jumps back, pushing her away. “Renee!” she cries.
Bad! Bad! Bad! Her mind screams.
Renee scoffs. “What?” She looks annoyed, as if Mallory’s protests were merely a mild inconvenience rather than a moral objection.
Malcolm couldn’t believe this was happening. This was cruel—what Renee was doing. Messing with her like this.
“Stop trying to humiliate me!” Mallory pouts. “And god, Renee, what was that? We’re sisters”.
The faux disgust in her voice barely concealed how much she had actually enjoyed it. She loathed herself for wanting to experience it again.
Renee pouts. “You are such a brat. I’m just trying to help you." Mallory opens her mouth, but no words fall out. What was she supposed to say?
Renee throws her hands up in defeat. “Whatever. Be a virgin forever." She angrily leaps off the bed and heads towards the door.
The words cut through Mallory like a knife, but seeing her sister leave hurts more. “W-wait!” she calls.
Renee turns around, dramatically crossing her arms. “Why?” she demands. “If this is too humiliating for you, if you think I’m too gross, what’s the point?” Mallory knows Renee is being manipulative, but she wants to look past the hostility. She yearns for Renee to be near again, to feel her breath, to feel her touch, to taste her lips once more. Despite the moral implications, despite whatever ulterior motives Renee may have, she wants it.
“Come back,” she pleads. She racks her mind trying to find a reason good enough to make Renee stay. “I... the kiss was good. I liked it.”.
Renee pretends to think for a moment, then smirks. “Yeah?” She makes her way back to Mallory’s side.
Mallory blushes. “Yeah. But... this is wrong, right? I mean, isn’t this, like, really bad?” She feels pathetic begging her sister for an answer, foolishly hoping she’ll provide the perfect response to make all the bad thoughts go away.
Renee brushes a strand of hair behind her sister’s ear. “It’s educational,” she replies simply.
Educational. Mallory could work with that. Just like Renee said, she was helping her. Sisters are supposed to help each other.
“Okay,” she nodded. “I’m ready”.
"Good,” Renee smiled, and she leaned in again. Lips parted; she kissed Mallory more intensely this time.
Mallory parted her own mouth, following the older’s lead. Renee’s kisses started softly, lips just barely grazing against hers.
With the educational excuse easing some of her anxieties, Mallory found herself more able to enjoy the thrill of the situation. Thinking of her parents watching TV in the living room, she realized her time alone with Renee was fleeting. She wanted to kiss her as much as she could before their precious moments together slipped away.
She hungrily deepened the kiss, to which Renee quickly teased her. “Someone’s desperate,” she whispered lowly against her mouth.
Mallory sighed in response. Maybe she was behaving desperately, but she needed the courage to act now. To take Renee while the offer still stood.
Renee was the first to introduce tongue, which Mallory explored curiously. She explored the warmth of her mouth, the roof, and her teeth. As she kissed her, time seemed to lose all meaning. Whether they had been kissing for five minutes or twenty, she couldn’t tell. Only that she didn’t want it to stop.
Renee was touching her in ways she’d never been touched before. While they kissed, she used her hands to explore her body. She started by caressing her face, her fingertips grazing her jawline. Then she moved downwards to palm her breasts, feeling their shape and size. When she was satisfied, she moved her hands down to Mallory’s waist, where she traced her curves. Finally, she brought her hands to her thighs, slowly working her way up the sensitive flesh.
Mallory happily moaned at the feeling of these new sensations. Each touch of Renee’s hands sent electric shocks through her body, giving her the confidence to start making her own discoveries, tracing the other’s body.
When Renee’s hands moved further in on her thighs, she noticed how it sent butterflies to her lower torso.
"Mm,” she moaned softly.
Renee smirked at the sound. “You like that?” She pushed her down and crawled on top of her. “It gets even better,” she whispered.
She moves her hand slowly and caresses Mallory’s vulva.
Mallory pulls herself away from the touch at first, but Renee persists. Excitement pulses through her veins when Renee touches her again. This was pushing the limits of being educational, she worries. But she needed to know how it felt to be prepared for a boy to be down there.
However, Mallory couldn’t imagine any boy making her feel better than how Renee was right now.
Renee’s slow, sensual strokes against her sensitive area were starting to make her soak through the borrowed panties.
“God, you are such a virgin,” Renee teased. “Already so wet for me, and you’ve barely been touched.”.
Her teasing strangely only makes Mallory want more, and she unconsciously spreads her legs.
Renee continues stroking Mallory through her underwear and begins working on her neck, sucking and kissing along its length until she finds a particularly sensitive spot.
When Mallory sharply inhales, Renee sucks hard. She never expected receiving a hickey to feel so good, but when Renee bites her, she gasps and tightens her legs around her sister's hand.
Renee laughs. Mallory feels embarrassed by the noises she’s making, but she buries the thoughts quickly. Her mind short-circuits when Renee begins slipping two fingers past the lace.
"Renee,” she mewls.
"Shhh,” Renee coos. “Just enjoy it.”.
Renee works two fingers between Mallory’s folds, exploring her sister's heat and teasing her before she reaches the clit.
Mallory arches her back, feeling new waves of pleasure as her sister touches her with more intensity.
When Renee finds her sweet spot, her eyes start to roll. “Oh my god,” she breathes.
“You’re so easy,” Renee taunts. With her free hand, she begins to massage Mallory’s breast, tracing her areola and hardening the nipple.
“Oh, fuck," Mallory pants. She can feel herself dripping all lover Renee’s fingers, desperate to finish.
Renee lowers herself to take Mallory’s nipple into her mouth, earning a gasp from the younger. She sucks on the nipple and teases it with her tongue, all while continuing to rub Mallory’s sweet spot.
The combination of sensations is nothing like Mallory had ever experienced. Touching herself didn't compare to this, and she began to writhe beneath Renee’s touch.
“Oh my god, Renee!” Pressure and pleasure peaked inside of her. She grasped her sister's shoulders for support and clenched her thighs around her hand as she endured her orgasm.
Renee let her finish before removing her hands from the lace and returning to an upright position.
“You’re welcome,” she stated, seemingly very amused with herself. She gave Mallory an acute look, as if to say, “Told you so." She pushes loose blonde hair out of her face and lifts herself off the bed.
“I want that back, by the way,” she said, pointing to the lingerie still adorning Mallory before giving her a cheeky smile and heading for the door.
And with that, she left Mallory, panting and alone. The younger girl almost wanted to chase after her, asking why she was leaving so soon. But she knew better, and she stayed put.
The voice returned again. This was the start of a bad situation.
Bad. Bad. Bad.