Wynonna

Waverly didn’t know how long she waited there for. She squirmed all the while, futilely trying to get free of the window that had her midriff trapped.

Every few minutes she tried again. Unsurprisingly, she failed.

Eventually she slumped forwards, resting her burning cheeks on her arms and awaited rescue. She just hoped it happened sooner rather than later.

She lay there, trapped, her ass up in the air, her arms unable to reach back to cover it.

She was far too aware of how much was visible. The cool air was as tangible as a caress, going over every inch of exposed skin. The cheeks of her ass, and between, her asshole, slipping down to her pussy, everything she tried to hide from prying eyes on full display.

And then, with no warning, a hand came down on her ass, accompanied by a:

“Gotcha!”

Wait, she knew that voice. Waverly jerked up, trying and failing to twist back.

“Wynonna?” Waverly called.

“Waverly?!” her sister said suddenly, shocked, looking down. “What are you doing-”

“What did you just-” both spoke at once.

Waverly’s cheeks flushed red. God, her sister would never let her live this down, she just knew it.

“I kinda… lost my keys,” Waverly said. “And got stuck.” She hesitated. “Why did you-”

“I didn’t know it was you!” Wynonna said. “Sorry, I can’t recognise my sister from her butt. When I see someone climbing into my house I assume it’s a burglar.”

And her reaction to a burglar was to- Waverly shook that thought off, it would hardly be the strangest thing Wynonna had done. Besides, she had to focus.

Oh god, her sister had a full view of her ass. Waverly bit her lip.

“Can you, uh, let me in?” Waverly said.

“What? Oh, right,” Wynonna said. She paused. “Not from the outside, give me a moment.”

Great, more waiting. Waverly gave a murmur of assent, then closed her eyes, just hoping to get it over with.

Her ass still stung slightly, but it wasn’t as though it could be anywhere near as red as her face.

It was almost a minute before she heard her sister, and a moment later saw her enter the room. Waverly flushed deeper as Wynonna surveyed her.

“Do I want to ask how this happened?” Wynonna said.

“Probably not,” Waverly said. “Just let me out, don’t make eye contact, and I’ll go upstairs, get dressed and we can pretend this never happened.”

“I can live with that,” Wynonna said. “Ok, so…”

Wynonna leant forwards. Waverly tried to ignore how that would give her a good view of her ass through the window; hopefully Wynonna was just focusing on the mechanism.

Waverly took a deep breath suddenly, feeling the pressure lessen. There was a slight groan as the old window moved up.

“So, did you like what you saw?” Waverly said.

Damn it, it was that… thing again, that ridiculous urge that got her into this whole mess. Waverly tried to swallow the words back up, as though that would work.

“What?” Wynonna said, caught by surprise.

The window slipped, though at least it didn’t have so far to fall this time. Something clicked.

“Waves, gross,” Wynonna said.

“I didn’t-” Waverly began, then faltered. She could explain that later, but right now it was a lot to go into. “Bad joke, can we just leave it there? Do still kinda need to get out.”

“Right,” Wynonna said, shaking her head. She leaned over again-

That time there was no release of pressure. Waverly waited, expectant.

After a moment, her sister cursed.

“Damn old house,” Wynonna said. She hit the frame.

“What? Don’t say that!” Waverly squeaked. “Be nice to the house, get me out!”

There was a pause.

“Be nice to the house?” Wynonna echoed.

“Kinda **** here,” Waverly said.

Right. Wynonna cleared her throat.

“So, uh, looks like the window’s kinda broken,” she said. “The bit… thingy – shut up, I know bikes not home improvement - where it slides has cracked from the strain, going inwards. I don’t have the strength to push it up again. That last fall seems to have screwed it.”

“Wh-what?” Waverly said. “Then- can you fix it? Or something?”

“I don’t know,” Wynonna said. She leant closer again, peering at the frame. “I think… I might need help.”

“What?!” Waverly squeaked. “Wynonna, no! You can’t invite anyone else over, not when I’m like this!”

“I’m not suggesting it lightly,” Wynonna said. “I can’t think of any way to get you out. Seriously, we need help.”