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Nina got home early.
She didn’t plan to — her class had been canceled last minute, and the train home was actually on time for once. Normally she’d text ahead, but today? She didn’t. Something about the quiet afternoon felt like hers to keep for a few minutes.
The apartment was warm and dim, curtains drawn halfway. The front room was still, lights off — but their bedroom door was open just a crack, golden light spilling into the hallway.
She moved quiet. Barefoot. Curious.
And when she eased the door open an inch more, she stopped cold.
Her little sister, Elly was curled up on the bed, facing away. One leg pulled up, back slightly arched, body close over something in her lap. She was holding it gently, both hands cradling soft white fabric that Nina recognized in half a heartbeat.
Her underwear.
Nina blinked once. Then smiled — slow and soundless, eyes narrowing with something warm and wicked.
She didn’t interrupt. Not yet.
Her little sister brought the cotton to her nose and breathed in deep, soft and slow like it hurt in her chest. Her eyes fluttered half-closed. Her lips parted just barely.
Nina stepped into the room and let the floor creak under her heel.
Elly then startled like she’d been shot.
“I—!” she gasped, scrambling upright, clutching the underwear to her chest like she could hide it. “You— I thought you weren’t—!”
“Clearly,” Nina drawled, folding her arms, already walking toward the bed. “And here I thought I was the shameless one in this relationship.”
Her sister tried to hide the underwear under a pillow.
Nina snorted. “Too late for that, baby. I already saw you.”
She sat on the edge of the bed, one leg crossing over the other, calm and slow like she was settling in for a performance.
“Do I wanna know how long you’ve been doing this?”
“I wasn’t— I didn’t mean—”
“Oh, come on,” Nina cooed, cocking her head. “You looked like you were about to moan.”
“Shut up,” her sister whispered, face flushed, hiding her eyes behind her hands.
“No, really.” Nina leaned in, letting her voice drop, lazy and intimate. “Did it help?”
“What?”
“Smelling me. Did it help?”
The younger girl peeked through her fingers, mortified. “You’re evil.”
“I’m just curious.” Nina reached out and gently pried one of her hands away from her face. “My sweet little sister — cuddled up in our bed with my panties in her hands, breathing me in like some desperate girl with a crush.”
“I do have a crush,” the younger one muttered, cheeks burning. “On you, my girlfriend.”
“Exactly.” Nina grinned. “Which means if you miss me that much, you could’ve just waited twenty more minutes and I’d have been right here.”
She slipped a hand behind her sister’s neck, drawing her in just close enough for their foreheads to brush. The younger girl’s breath hitched.
“You want them that bad?” Nina murmured. “Just say the word. I’ll take ‘em off and hand them to you while Its still warm.”
“Don’t say stuff like that.”
“Why?” Nina tilted her head. “Gonna get flustered again?”
“Too late for that, I already am” Elly muttered.
Nina laughed under her breath. “You’re lucky I love you.”
“You’re lucky I don’t die of embarrassment every time you open your mouth.”
Nina kissed her nose. “You love my mouth.”
“Unfortunately.”
They were quiet for a moment, with Elly still curled inward, but no longer hiding. Nina slid an arm around her waist, tugging her flush against her side.
“You really do miss me when I’m gone, huh,” Nina said softly, nosing her sister’s temple.
“Yeah, and..... I like how you smell,” her sister murmured into her shoulder.
“Now that is just adorable.”
“It’s weird.”
“It’s honest,” Nina corrected. “And honestly? I’m pretty flattered.”
She buried her face in Nina’s neck.
“I’ll stop if it bothers you…”
“Who said it bothered me?” Nina grinned, curling a hand through her sister’s hair. “I walked in on my hot girlfriend getting off on my scent. That’s, like, the opposite of a problem.”
“I wasn’t—getting off—!”
Nina pulled back just enough to raise a brow. “Yet.”
“Oh my god.”
Nina kissed her again — this time slower, firmer, her fingers slipping under the hem of her sister’s shirt, warm against bare skin.
“So.... You missed me huh?,” she whispered into her mouth.
“...Yeah.”
“You can have anything of mine you want, baby,” Nina murmured, voice like honey, “but you don’t have to sneak anymore.”
“Promise?”
Nina tucked a kiss behind her ear. “Next time,” she whispered, “you just ask. I’ll leave them on your pillow.”