Audrey gets moist and moisturized.

After Audrey finished eating, I told her she could take her nightly shower. In the meantime, I ate my own food and sighed contentedly. I was happy, my sister was finally in a relationship with me, and it was her idea. It was also her idea for it to be exceptionally kinky. It was frankly a dream come true, and I was positively beaming.

As I sat by myself at the stool next to the island eating my slice, I found myself actually dreading the possibility that this wasn’t real, and that I was just dreaming. It really did seem to fall into that general realm of too-good-to-be-true that normally was reserved for trashy erotica writing on the internet. I had always wondered what it would be like to feel the need to suspend my own disbelief at real events, and now I knew.

So, in an effort to convince myself that this whole situation was real, I began thinking back to how things actually ended up this way. If I could trace my steps backward, I would know that I wasn’t dreaming, since that venture usually doesn’t go anywhere in dreams.

As I did this and took inventory of all the things Audrey did on a day-to-day basis, I began to realize something about her that I wasn’t sure I had ever known before. Or at least, if I had known it, I never consciously registered it. Many people, even her own friends, often referred to her demeanor as robotic, but I was beginning to understand just how wrong they were. She wasn’t a robot; she was a cat.

She didn’t vocalize often, when she did it was usually because she had to. She relied heavily, if not entirely, on body language to communicate. She liked to spend most of her free time quietly relaxing. She was very neat, unobtrusive, and low maintenance as a roommate; there were days when she first moved in that I honestly had forgotten she had done so. But the biggest thing that made her cat-like self stand out in my mind was how she showed her affection.

I realized only in that moment that she had truly loved me the whole time, just like I had, she just didn’t show it the way most other people would. Just like a cat, simply relaxing in the same room as the one she liked was enough. Almost all of her time was spent in the living room with me, usually reading a book or on her phone while I did whatever I was doing. Realizing this made me really happy and also made me feel a little retroactively silly. If I had noticed this trend earlier, I wouldn’t have been so hesitant to ask her out.

I shrugged to myself, I think I probably needed the context of her asking me out to truly realize it, or maybe I would have realized it at some point down the road anyway. Either way, everything worked out for the better. We were dating now, so I didn’t have to torment myself with what-ifs. After putting my plate in the sink, I could hear the sounds of the shower coming from the bathroom.

You may never ask permission

A slight grin formed on my lips. My interest in photography hadn’t been an accident. Not only did I just get it, and was actually pretty good at it, I actually had less than good intentions when I picked up the hobby. I was quite the voyeur, and in my teenage years I had taken some pretty risqué shots of our cute neighbor. Secretly, I’d always wanted to do the same with Audrey, but I never did.

I only had one slightly sexy photo of her, and only because she accidentally took it of herself. She was putting my camera on my desk and accidentally snapped a photo of her cleavage. As soon as I saw the photo and realized what it was, I uploaded it to my cloud drive and locked it in a digital safe. Then I deleted it from everywhere else. I never wanted to risk Audrey finding it, which was a good call because evidently, she had been going through my porn folder.

Then again, if she liked me the whole time, maybe I didn’t have to worry so much. My eyes drifted to the camera sitting on my desk. No, it was still too soon for that. There would be plenty of time for that kind of debauchery. Instead, I walked to the door of the bathroom and opened it up.

The rush of steamed air struck my face when I opened the door. I couldn’t help but look around the room with satisfaction. I had a very spacious bathroom, something I was very happy for. In fact, it was what sealed the deal for my selection of this apartment. It had one of those glass shower stalls in the corner and a separate corner tub. It also featured almost as much counter space as my kitchen, and a toilet with a bidet. It was a surprisingly luxurious bathroom for a dinky one-bedroom apartment and having recently become comfortable with my own feminine tendencies, I was enamored with it. All of my various skincare and makeup products took up half the counter, and my collection was even larger than Audrey’s.

Speaking of the shower stall, I noted upon my entry that Audrey had left it open, which was a welcome fact because it meant at the right angle, I would be able to see everything. The rest of the glass was fogged over, and from the doorway I could only see a vague pale shape with a shock of black on top moving around behind it.

I walked around to get to the better view. I was about to see my sister naked for the first time, my heart was pounding, I couldn’t wait.

When I finally got there and peered through the open door of the stall, I realized just how worth it this was. Her perfect, flawless alabaster skin was on full display for my viewing pleasure. She was absolutely gorgeous, and she was all mine now. Currently, her rear was facing me, and I had never noticed how nice of an ass she had. Two perfectly shaped orbs of flesh sitting atop some juicy thighs. The kind of legs I wouldn’t mind killing me in a leg-lock.

Then she turned around, but didn’t seem surprised by my presence, she probably heard the door, so I just continued to ogle her, leaning my back against the nearby wall and letting my erection rage in front of her. I had slipped my shorts back on, but the tent I was pitching was still significant. It really felt so good to just be able to have a boner around her and not feel like I needed to hide it.

Her breasts wobbled delightfully, and she finally spoke, “Gonna join?” she asked.

I shook my head, “I prefer to take my showers in the morning. I’m perfectly happy just watching. Have I mentioned how beautiful you are?”

She blushed, “Thanks.”

And so there I stood, watching as she lathered herself with soap and shampooed her hair, watching every movement of her heavenly body as she did. I was tempted to stroke myself while I watched, but I really just wanted to enjoy the view. If I ejaculated, I might have stopped being horny, and then I wouldn’t be able to fully appreciate what I was seeing. In addition, I’d have to let my erection stop, and I wasn’t lying to Audrey when I told her I liked the feeling. So instead I simply slipped a hand into my shorts and gave my shaft a few slow rubs just to keep it firm.

For her part, Audrey continued about her business, acting almost entirely as though I weren’t there. The only time she betrayed her knowledge of my presence was the slight blush on her cheeks and occasional glances in my direction. But before long, she turned off the shower and stepped out into the bathroom, grabbing a towel on the rack beside her and beginning the process of drying off.

“Like it?” she asked, a bit unexpectedly.

“I loved it; I’ve always wanted to do that. I think about it every time I hear you showering in here.” This was a pretty significant thing to reveal to someone I had just begun dating, especially my sister, but honesty had always been the best policy with Audrey.

“I’m glad,” she replied, simply, as she continued to dry herself off.

Once it looked like she was close to getting done and was vigorously rubbing the towel in her hair to dry it off as best she could, I moved on to the next phase of my plan for being in here.

“Do you ever apply lotion or cream to your skin?” I could already tell just from fondling her earlier that she didn’t, but I wanted to be polite.

“No,” she said, peering at me now that her hair was as dry as it was going to be, “want me to?”

“I think it would be a good idea, I mean, here,” I reached forward and gently took her arm, sliding her hand up my crop top to rest on my bare chest. There was the slightest hint of breastflesh on them, but not enough to even fit in a training bra. Still, feeling her hand against one of them was amazing, and no doubt she could feel how stiff my girlish nipples were against her palms.

She blushed more intensely, “Smooth,” she said. “Your penis was too.” She then squeezed what little fat deposits were there.

“I take care of myself,” I said and winked, “I wanna get you feeling this soft, so I’ll share some of my stuff with you.”

She slipped her hand out of my top and nodded.

“Alright, so for right now I want you to use this stuff,” I said and grabbed a jar of cream from the countertop. “Use it every time you get out of the shower. It’s a moisturizer, which is important because the shower will dry you out. And since you shower at night, you’re gonna use this lotion,” I grabbed a bottle from the counter, “every day when you wake up. If you go to bed too soon after using it, it will all just rub out on the sheets and blanket. The other stuff won’t do that as much.”

She had already gone to work unscrewing the jar and applying it to her body very liberally. She started with her arms, rubbing the white cream along them in a deliberate fashion. I watched her lovely breasts wobble as she did. Then she began applying it to her legs and seeing her hands glide down their sexy length was enough to squeeze a drop of precum from my tip.

“I’ll go ahead and get your back,” I said, walking over and getting some of the cream and rubbing it along her back in what I hoped was soothing circular patterns. Then, just because I was feeling bold and frankly because I couldn’t help myself, I reached around the front and began very thoroughly applying the cream to her breasts all over.

“Smells nice,” Audrey commented as I did so, contentedly being fondled from behind. “Smells like you.”

Hearing her say that made my heart soar, it took all my willpower not to just melt from happiness. “Well I use it every day,” I replied, only barely managing to maintain my composure. I rewarded her by sliding my hands to her nipples and giving them both a loving pinch between my fingers and thumbs.

She let out a soft half-moan-half-pant from the gesture. My hands then traveled town to her belly, which was smooth and rather toned, I was surprised to find.

“Do you work out?” I asked.

“Yoga, usually in my room.” She replied. That explained a lot. I’d never seen her do much actual exercise, but if it was in her room then that explained why.

“Ah, so that’s what you do in there. I’ve always wondered,” I replied, rubbing the cream underneath her breasts as well, making sure to be more thorough than I needed to be.

Once I was done, I stepped away and began disrobing as well.

Audrey peered at me with pointed confusion, “Getting in?” Her tone held genuine confusion, which was understandable.

“Nope. Let’s talk about dress code,” I said, ignoring the implied question of why I was doing what I was doing.

She still seemed confused but nodded anyway.

“You have a lot of really cute slightly punky but also really comfy-looking goth clothes. And I love them, always have. So as much as I’d like to have you never wear anything, I feel like I would be cheating myself out of something wonderful if I did.” As I explained this, I removed my shirt and tossed it into the hamper, exposing my chest.

Though she did glance at my bare chest and blush slightly, a gesture I took some measure of pride in, she otherwise did not reply yet.

“But I think there’s a happy middle ground. Starting tomorrow, no matter what you choose to wear for the day, you must omit one or more of the following articles of clothing: top, bottom, or panties. You’re only allowed to omit panties if you’re wearing a dress, shirt, or skirt. Understood?” By now I had taken off my shorts, revealing my erect penis to her once more, eliciting another glance and blush. I was now completely naked in front of her, just like she was.

She nodded, but asked, “Starting tomorrow? What about tonight?”

“Absolutely nothing. You will only get dressed in the mornings when we wake up. After your shower, you'll remain naked, even when we go to bed.”

“Okay,” nothing in Audrey’s typical monotone voice betrayed any concern or disgust at my order. She simply leveled her steely grey eyes at mine.

“All right, let’s go back out into the living room, shall we?” I had an idea for our combined state of nudity, something I had wanted to do with her for a long time.