Control Those Urges...

For any normal person, this would be a nightmarish scenario. A sister walking in to see their sibling, shining with the sweat of their exertion, panting like they had gone through the most important marathon of their life. In fact, the room was laid out in such a way that there was no missing Tiffany's spread legs and signs of arousal. Even for someone as proud and confident as Tiffany, she was momentarily speechless. Not just due to being caught in such a compromising way, but because part of her demanded she continued. Whether that be by her own hand or her sister's, Tiffany craved resolution, she needed release, she was on the edge of her passions and was so close and desperately, desperately needed to cum.

Meanwhile, Samantha spent several seconds being speechless as well. Tiffany's desires were fully displayed to her, and Samantha had no idea how to act in this situation. Samantha wasn't going to shame her for it, but she still felt awkward. Luckily, she had an excuse to turn away. Carrying a basket of clothes, food, and other supplies, Samantha walked over to the kitchen and set them down. "Sorry for uh...interrupting," Samantha said, then added with a murmur, "Definitely more awkward than I expected."

Tiffany's mind was already racing, but now she had to wonder what Samantha would have imagined. She wanted to ask, but she was afraid saying anything would lead to her moaning, so she stayed silent. Her body was covered in sweat and her face flushed, and Tiffany could feel her hand was coated with her own love juices. At this point, silence was Tiffany's best shield, holding it firm until she found the right words to say. Samantha kept her back to Tiffany, which helped to some degree, but Tiffany knew she'd have to make eye contact eventually.

Samantha finally looked back briefly, trying her best not to look too weirded out. "Are you, um, do you want privacy for a little longer?" Samantha asked.

The smart thing to do would say yes, get Tiffany's orgasm finally out of her system, and take on this situation with a clear head. But Tiffany's newest plan would require soldiering on. She swallowed down a moan and said, "I'm...fine."

Samantha raised her eyebrow as high as she could. "You don't seem like you're fine?"

The accusation was a bit harder hitting than Tiffany expected, but she wanted to still retain control. "Why do you think that?" Tiffany asked, tinges of aggressiveness and defiance poorly hidden.

Samantha bit her lip out of embarrassment. "Because...you're still going Tiffany." Tiffany, so enraptured in the moment, was stunned to look down. A part of her demanded she continued the pleasuring, and she was failing to silence that part. Samantha tried to make eye contact as she added, "Like, I get it. Or, I think I do. And that's okay, I just...don't know if I want to be here for this."

Tiffany watched as Samantha turned and started to walk away. Tiffany realized she had put herself in a compromising situation. She had a lot of good feelings going, even now being caught, and she'd have to abandon them if she was going to have a serious conversation with her sister. Tiffany had let a lot of her guard down due to the petgirl issue, and she needed to stop that now. The consequence would be fully submitting to her sister, and she couldn't allow that. She didn't just need to regain dominance, she had to prove she could. Begrudgingly, she would have to control her urges for just a bit longer.

She pulled her hand away, rolling over and crawling to the edge of the bed. "Hold on a minute."

Samantha paused, but avoided looking at her sister.

That was a good start, but it was merely the beginning. Every word was going to matter now, so she had to take extra care in what she said. Taking a breath to calm herself, Tiffany continued. "Look, I'll admit, you caught me in an awkward position. This whole vacation has been an awkward position for both of us. I had a whole plan of what I wanted to do, and it's gone in directions neither of us expected, but what I want out of this vacation needs us to be together."

Samantha kept her back to her. "What do you mean?"

"It's...complicated to explain." Tiffany wasn't foolish enough to splurge her plan. Her plans had backfired back on her in so many ways, but she was sure she could turn things around. "I think this vacation is important. Not just for the opportunity to de-stress, but for our growth, to become who and what we want to be, and we can only do that together."

Samantha seemed to resonate with Tiffany as she whispered, "become who we want to be." Still, she kept her back to Tiffany, trying to organize her thoughts.

Tiffany waited patiently. She had all sorts of urges coursing through her: to go right back to masturbating with no remorse, to make pleas that Samantha help her reach that end goal, even still an urge to wag her bottom like the pet she was acting as. But the urges did not cloud her mind completely, for she knew Samantha needed to make the next move.

Her sister finally turned to face her. "I understand. I guess I'd be feeling hypocritical if I denied I had my own ideas for what to do with this vacation." Tiffany, surprised, asked her to continue. Now it was Samantha's turn to blush.

Samantha, of course, had her own story to tell, but was far less inclined to tell it. Her story was simple at first; she had gone to visit the pool, and while there, couldn't pull her eyes away. With the girls' financial restrictions and clothing restrictions in place, there seemed to be no way for either girl to enjoy the vacation properly.

She sighed, resigning to sit and watch some women playing in the pool. Samantha was looking forward to many activities here, swimming especially. However, unless she was going to skinnydip, she wouldn't be able to do that. Though as she thought about it, she couldn't resist a fantasy of being the only one naked in the pool. It was the happiest she had been, at least not counting the times she was getting involved in more sexual scenarios.

Normally, Samantha could control her urges pretty easily, even if some sort of enticing idea came to her mind. However, something was definitely different for this trip. Was Tiffany's scenario the only trigger, or was that just a major one? She kept asking it in her mind, but ultimately the answer she kept ending on was, 'It doesn't matter, because you're really horny now and you need to do something about it.'

Samantha did notice they had a bathhouse nearby, it was just barely in her line of view, and if this place was really barren of life as it was looking like, she could use that opportunity to get her private moment. Naturally Samantha turned it down. 'I can't do THAT...in public.'

But after a moment, Samantha reminded herself, 'Okay, yes, I did a bit of fun in that laundry room, but...that was just...' Samantha couldn't finish her thoughts, the hornier part of her mind wouldn't let her. She was becoming consumed by her desires again. At this point, anything could probably trigger them. Just as Tiffany had been held back from self-pleasure, so was Samantha. With only one bed and a lack of privacy, she had no way of getting that opportunity in her room.

"Ugh...this is a bad idea, I need to drop it." She tried, but obviously that wouldn't work. Any other place she looked to showed more places she could get her kicks. The sauna, the pool supply closet, even when she focused on the pool she thought to herself, 'I could make that work.'

Samantha slapped herself, hoping to knock sense back into her. It didn't work.

She sighed and stood up. 'Okay, I'll just...look at the bathhouse, and then when I see how bad of an idea it is, I'll go away.'

Outside the pool fencing was a nice path leading to the bathhouse. The trees were less prominent, so Samantha could easily tell no one was around. Still, that was only a modicum of privacy. The only way she'd really feel comfortable is if she found the bathhouse was empty, with no way of being interrupted. If she could have the room to herself, and lock it, she could do anything in there.

She noticed the bathhouse was divided between men and women, each with doors. Samantha gave a brief glance to the men's room, and scoffed. "Heh, tempting, but you'd have to drag me in there for doing...this."

Once inside the women's bathroom, she noticed how incredibly nice it was. Lots of services just casually offered from robotic servers, with no real cost in sight. Most importantly, Samantha noticed buttons that allowed for quick laundry service, food delivery, and other items. "How is this all free?" Samantha wondered aloud skeptically.

She looked around more and noticed a plaque with guidelines. "Services provided to attendants are complimentary, and can only be given to one patron at a time. Please stick to your own stall when ordering...interesting," Samantha said, reading and processing this ruleset. She could make small requests from her stall, but only her stall.

Samantha smirked. "But if I press buttons in every stall, I can order a bunch of things...things Tiffany and I really need!"

Immediately though guilt set in. "I shouldn't though. This place may have screwed us over, but...I can't take advantage of them. That's not something I would do...would Tiffany?" Samantha reminisced, and remembered that yes, Tiffany would. After all, she was willing to use the resort's computer, mess with the robot, and make the changes to their account. "I encouraged that behavior too," she sad sadly. The girls were **** at the time, so Samantha didn't really question why she did it, but that wasn't the most lawful action one could do. Samantha felt a crisis of conscience, but at the same time, doing something to help out someone she cared about was important.

With a nod of acceptance, Samantha hurried to every stall to order food, and request resort-based attire. Each order came with the note of, "You will receive your order within 30 minutes*." That asterisk was foreboding, but the message flashed away before Samantha could click for more information.

'It's probably just a way to cover themselves,' she reasoned. Either way, the wait would be fine, and she was able to make enough orders to easily cover them for the rest of the trip. Samantha sat on a bench to revel in her victory. Samantha had 30 minutes to rest and do anything she desired. "Anything," she mumbled aloud. Obviously only one thing was still on her mind, and the thoughts weren't going away anytime soon.

"I shouldn't..." she tried to say weakly. After a few moments, she couldn't resist adding, "But I really want to."

Samantha made one last look to the doors of the bathhouse. Indeed, they could be locked. As if the lock itself gave her permission, Samantha finally gave in to her desires. Quickly stripping the last of her clothing, Samantha hurried into a shower, turned it on, and finally, at long last, begin her push for pleasure.