Something of a streak

Samantha's mind was overloading, the thought of walking through the hotel, basically naked, was too much to process. But she knew she needed to say something, so with much hesitation, she mumbled out. "I'll, um...I'll dry them in the room."

Despite being a mumble, Tiffany heard her quite clearly, and was ecstatic. To not ruin the moment, Tiffany merely asked, "Are you wearing them?"

Samantha was even quieter as she said, "No."

Tiffany practically moaned on the spot. She stared at the spinning clothes to keep herself from acting on her desire. After all, she had finally gotten her sister to the initiative. Tiffany had always had a feeling Samantha was secretly harboring a kink, a kink to be naked outdoors, or in public. Technically, Tiffany had yet to confirm Samantha wanted to be a petgirl, or even be seen by people, but this was a good step forward. Tiffany's mind danced with the possibilities, the sort of fun she imagined a petgirl could have. Admittedly, her brain kept substituting her in the role, but made sure to autocorrect her mind each time it happened. She was about to question why it happened for the tenth time, when a ding terrified the girls.

With the washing completed, the machine alerted the girls, though thankfully the ding was the only noise it made. In turn, both were surprised at how fast the ten minutes went. For Tiffany, she had been so lost her fantasy coming closer that she just had lost track of time. All she had been doing was staring at the spinning clothes for ten minutes, like a dog fascinated by the motion.

Samantha on the other hand had excused herself and sat down, just slightly out of eyeline. Her body was going wild, and she needed to sit. 'Why is my body acting like this?!' she thought to herself. She had seen her sister's lower lips quite thoroughly now, and was almost positive this was secretly Tiffany's kink. But now Samantha's were wet too. 'Is...is this my kink?' She didn't understand the subject of sexual desires well enough to know.

What she did know was that she was horny. She had practically rubbed herself silly against column, purely on instinct, and now her instincts were demanding her fingers find their way down below. She looked back to Tiffany, who stared at the machine, with a slight wag of her bottom. 'She...she won't notice.' She gulped. 'And...if she does, I confront her about her own kink.'

With just the slightest hint of permission, her hand immediately dove below, moving quickly to massage her clit and slide on her slit. She wasn't going to waste time, Samantha was pretty sure she only had eight minutes. With all this buildup, Samantha thought for sure she'd come in seconds, could spend a few minutes catching her breath, and be back in time fully refreshed. Her body had other plans, and despite the sweat and juices flowing, she wasn't quite there yet.

She slipped one finger inside her, hoping that would be enough. But when that wasn't, she let the second in. She felt a moan coming, and immediately threw her free hand to her mouth. Samantha would NOT moan, no matter what. She couldn't risk Tiffany hearing. She looked back, Tiffany still wagging her bottom, and Samantha looked away again. Even with two fingers, with relative privacy, with such an incredibly tantalizing scenario, she couldn't reach the climax. Was it just nerves? Was it because she needed a third finger? Or maybe even holding back her moans were hindering the orgasm. Regardless, now Samantha was getting frustrated.

If this was her kink, it wasn't enough to get her off right now. And if it wasn't, then she was even more confused at what was going on. However, Samantha was pretty sure, if it was anything, then she had to believe it was her fear. Whatever the other causes were, they all tied to fear. Even sliding her fingers in her velvet underground made her afraid, like she was being too dirty. But she felt that was irrational; she wasn't harming anyone, and she clearly enjoyed it. She needed to fight her fear. 'Yes...fight my fear...and cum.' The pep talk was helping, and she had a feeling that, if she did do this more often, she'd have an easier time enjoying it. That alone was a powerful fantasy, that nearly pushed her to the edge. Her fingers quickened, her moans got more frequent, she had given up holding her mouth just to feel her body, her breasts, her clit, she was finally on the verge of orgasm...

And then the ding rang out.

Terrified, Samantha hurriedly turned to see what was going on. Tiffany was shocked, and looked confused, but had yet to notice Samantha. Which was good, because Samantha had yet to remove her fingers. Now with terror of being caught, Samantha succumbed to her fear and removed her hand. Not only was her orgasm lost, but she had juices all over her hand, and had to keep it behind her and hope Tiffany didn't notice.

Tiffany did seem to notice something was off. She had no idea how Samantha got past her like that, and was confused why she hadn't said anything. As Samantha walked over, she lifted the leash for Samantha to take. Samantha was weirdly hesitant, like she was thinking about how to grab the leash, but did so, keeping the other hand behind her back. "W-well...I guess I'll get the clothes now." Tiffany nodded, and moved out of the way.

Samantha was super embarrassed, wondering when Tiffany would call her out, until she noticed that, where Tiffany sat, were her own juices. Samantha was reminded that, for as crazy as these desires may feel, her sister had her own. Even worse, she may not even realize them. 'At least I'm confronting what I'm into. Tiffany probably has no idea she wants to be a petgirl.' For now, all Samantha could do was get her clothes, look out for trouble, and get them out of here.

As Samantha reached into the machine, all Tiffany could think of was how cute that bottom of Samantha's looked. Her sister had seen hers all day, just from a lower angle. Tiffany was excited to eventually stare down at Samantha's bottom, but for now she was quite content staring up at it. Sadly, Samantha legs were too tightly pressed to really see her slit, but Tiffany was still satisfied. Tiffany had no plans on being a nude master like Samantha was, but there were definitely advantages to this current situation.

And while she didn't know if Samantha was turned on by all this, she knew she would be. She sighed, and retreated to her imagination. 'I so want a petgirl...' Tiffany almost felt jealous that Samantha had gotten her as one, and Tiffany was legitimately happy she could understand the joys of it. Realizing what her mind was thinking, she immediately corrected herself. 'N-no, I mean, I'm happy she WILL understand the joys of BEING a petgirl. N-not that I do.' She hated feeling like a squirming tsundere schoolgirl, but her body kept leaking juices as if to confirm otherwise.

Tiffany realized she was in a tough spot. She had been horny for days, she needed to release badly...but if she did, would that confirm she really liked this? 'N-no...' she thought, squirming on the spot. She looked up and saw the imaginary clothed Samantha standing next to the real and naked version. The fake was smirking, as if to say, 'You totally need to cum.'

"I do not!" she yelled back, slamming her hand and scaring her real sister.

"Okay, sheesh, you don't have to scare me."

Tiffany was super confused, she had completely ignored what her sister said again. "I'm-I'm sorry. I guess I...I'm just wound up."

Samantha sighed. "Yeah, me too. More than I care to admit," she said, looking around outside the laundry room one more time. "Still, I figured it would have been nice to offer you something."

Tiffany's eyes bulged. 'What did Samantha offer?!' She knew it couldn't be anything too extravagant, the timing wasn't right, but at the same time, Tiffany's brain was too aroused to think straight. She wanted to ask, but knew that could be suspicious if Samantha's request was actually important. There was low odds it involved petgirl stuff, but it might have. Tiffany felt a swat on her butt.

"I offered to trade places, dummy. You'd have gotten what you wanted, right here and now. Whoops." The fake Samantha walked past her, flashing a quick smirk as she walked past the real Samantha into the hallway. Tiffany wisely resisted the urge to yell more.

Instead, she sighed. She wasn't going to cum, just to prove to her imagined enemy she didn't need to...but Tiffany knew she really needed to. 'Otherwise why would I keep imagining this taunting fake?'

"Okay," Samantha sighed. "It's as quiet as it can be now. Let's go."

Samantha presses her wet shirt against her chest, feeling her heart raging against her hand. She holds the shorts against her pussy, hoping she has no cum leak onto them. She knows the clothes offer no real protection, but she feels slightly better knowing she isn't fully exposed. However, in order to hold these, as well as Tiffany's leash, she can only walk.

Tiffany, of course, has no interested in running. She's loving this, and hopes she can really push Samantha to her limits. 'It's for her own good,' Tiffany thinks.

They turn a corner, and Tiffany knows what she must do. Before Samantha can make her move, Tiffany jumps up, scaring Samantha. This leads to easily yanking her clothes away.

Samantha was so shocked, Tiffany managed to have time to get on her knees and crawl away. Samantha could easily catch her, but she wasn't thinking straight. "Tiffany, no, come back!" Samantha hissed in a whisper.

Tiffany of course didn't, and managed to get to the apartment door, holding the clothes. And then, just for added emphasis, Tiffany put them in her mouth. Tasting the detergent was an odd feeling, but it did make her feel more pet-like, which is what Tiffany needed to be.

Samantha still wouldn't budge, so Tiffany took the clothes temporarily from her mouth. "Come on, you can do it! Just go streaking, sis! Be afraid and nervous? That thrill is what streaking is all about!"

Samantha had no idea if she could believe that, but she knew that Tiffany would not let up. And Samantha realized, she had no reason to. She was doing something far more embarrassing. And even though Tiffany could easily get dressed now (with very tight clothing admittedly), she chose to be a petgirl. 'A...nude petgirl.'

Of course, Tiffany was just so consumed with her plans that she didn't even realize she had an advantage, but if she did, she may not have even taken it. After all, being confident in her nudity is what she needed to convince Samantha to feel the same way.

The nervous Samantha took a deep breath. "I...I just want it remembered...this is the craziest vacation I hope we ever have."

"Noted, and ignored," Tiffany says with a wink.

And with that, Samantha runs. It's not a long run, and the hotel is so despised for the poor robot AI that her ever getting seen is quite unlikely, but it's still nerve-racking for Samantha. And yet, also exhilarating and fun. Samantha wants to deny this, but she knows she likes this, and wants more of it. As she reaches her nude petgirl of a sister, she thinks to herself, 'I don't know if I could go as far as you sis, but I think I understand our situations a bit better.

With that, Samantha unlocks the door, and the naked sisters go inside. With the clothes still wet, Samantha must stay naked for another night. Tiffany, still determined to get in Samantha's good graces, finds a good place to let them dry. "Thanks, sis..."

Tiffany smiles. "Of course! Helping you reach your goals is important."

Samantha smiles back. "And I promise, I'll help you reach yours too."

Tiffany's heart nearly bursts out of her chest. Samantha, unknowingly, has said the magic words. Tiffany has gotten plenty of hints that her dreams may come true, but to hear Samantha be so direct with her words gets her to smile uncontrollably.

As the girls lay in their beds, the two have dreams of their futures, their desires being fulfilled, and embracing a new life that they always secretly, subconsciously wanted.