Something Awakened

Hannah stepped into the room, hesitating as the scent washed over her. It was thick, warm, and deeply confusing. It wasn’t just musk or sweat or anything she had a name for. It was like being wrapped in something floral and forbidden, a perfume meant to intoxicate rather than appeal. Her instincts shouted to turn back, but her legs moved forward on their own.

On the bed, Alex remained still. Her body twitched in the aftershock of release, the sheen of sweat gleaming across skin that no longer felt like her own. The sheets clung to every curve. Her cock lay thick and soft against her thigh, twitching as her eyes locked with her sister’s. Her breasts heaved with uneven breath. Her entire body pulsed with heat and shame.

Alex tried to speak, but her lips moved without sound. The weight of the moment pressed too heavily on her. She had expected horror or confusion. But Hannah looked at her with awe, with a strange, fascinated reverence.

Hannah’s gaze swept over her body, hesitating at the impossible girth between her legs before returning to her face. Her expression shifted slowly, like her mind was catching up with what her senses already knew.

Alex’s heart thundered. She didn’t want this. Not like this. Not with her. She reached for the familiar rhythm of that guiding voice, but it wasn’t there this time. There was only the sound of her own shallow breath.

“Is this really you?” Hannah asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Alex nodded once, small and hesitant.

Hannah stepped closer. Her fingers grazed the sleeve of her hoodie, then paused. She raised her hand to her nose and sniffed. Her eyes fluttered. Her tongue darted out.

She tasted it.

Alex’s chest tightened. Her shame tripled in an instant. “You need to leave,” she said, voice cracking.

But Hannah didn’t move. She stared at Alex, then lowered her gaze again. She breathed heavier, chest rising and falling, conflicted but rooted.

Alex **** herself to sit up. Her thighs pressed together as she tried to hide the parts of her she couldn’t control. Her skin tingled at the mere shift of the blanket. She hated how sensitive she had become.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she murmured. “I didn’t want you to see it.”

Hannah blinked, then slowly moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Her hand pressed gently onto Alex’s leg through the blanket.

“You’re hiding like a kid after a bad dream,” she said softly. “Whatever this is, it doesn’t scare me. It scares you, but it doesn’t scare me. And besides… you shouldn’t hide a body like that.”

Alex flinched, not from pain, but from sensation. The weight of her sister’s touch through the thin sheet nearly undid her. She bit the inside of her cheek, grounding herself in discomfort instead of the pleasure buzzing under her skin.

“I don’t even know what’s real anymore,” Alex whispered. “My thoughts, my feelings, this body. It’s too much.”

“You don’t have to understand all of it right now,” Hannah said. “But you’re still you. And I’m still your sister. Let me help carry it, even if I don’t know what it is.”

Alex looked at her. Really looked. Her body felt like a storm had passed through, leaving her exposed and changed, but not destroyed. And still Hannah stayed.

Alex held her sister’s gaze, afraid but grateful. Whatever came next, she wasn’t entirely alone.

Hannah didn’t stand. She sat quietly at Alex’s side, her hand lingering on her calf. The air between them shifted again. Curiosity replaced comfort. A slow, thoughtful breath escaped her lips as she leaned in, her voice soft but heavy with something unspoken.

“Was it really that good?”

Alex blinked. “What?”

“What I tasted. It was… like nothing I’ve ever had. Like it was made to be perfect.” Hannah’s hand trailed a little higher, over the blanket, tracing the curve of Alex’s thigh. “It wasn’t just your scent. That was you.”

Alex tried to pull the sheet tighter. “Hannah, please…”

“I just want to know if it was real. Or if you... just sprayed something else under the door.”

Her hand moved with purpose. She pressed on Alex’s chest gently, coaxing her back against the pillows. Alex didn’t fight it. Couldn’t. Her body pulsed with tension and shame and undeniable heat.

Instead of pulling the sheet down, Hannah ducked underneath it, disappearing into the heavy warmth trapped against Alex’s body. The scent grew thicker, more concentrated beneath the covers. Alex’s pheromones saturated the air, clinging to every fiber of fabric and skin. Hannah paused as the heat hit her fully, her breath hitching as her senses overloaded.

Alex stiffened. Her body was already on edge, and now her sister was beneath the sheets, breathing in the lustful fog her body had produced. Her cock pulsed once, reacting to the sudden closeness, the humid heat, the quiet murmur of movement.

Hannah’s voice came muffled through the cotton. “God, it smells like you were made to be tasted.”

Alex opened her mouth to stop her, to tell her to get out, but no words came. Her pulse thundered in her ears as she felt breath along her shaft, warm and searching.