Ryan stepped out of the bathroom, his skin flushed and tingling from more than just the hot shower. He avoided Gemma's eyes as he moved past her to get dressed, afraid his expression might betray what he had just done.
Ryan knelt down beside his sister's suitcase, feeling more than a little disoriented. He had just masturbated as his own sister, after all.
"Hurry up, Gemma!" his mother called from across the room, "We need to leave in 15 minutes. And don’t forget your bikini, honey. In case we end up going swimming today.”
Ryan froze, his fingers hovering over Gemma's clothes. The bikini. He hadn't even thought about swimming. His pulse quickened as he rifled through her suitcase until he found it—a blue two-piece with white polka dots. The one Gemma always wore at the time.
Ryan's hands trembled as he held the bikini. It brought back memories of sneaking into his sister's room and trying on her clothes when she wasn't home. He'd worn this exact bikini in secret as a teen. He couldn't believe he was about to change into it again, not just in front of Gemma, but as her.
Ryan's hands shook slightly as he pulled out the bikini and a sundress to wear over it. He glanced over at Gemma, who was busy tying his sneakers, before quickly slipping the bikini on under a towel. The fabric felt cool and snug against his skin.
He selected a modest t-shirt and shorts to wear over it, though his fingers lingered over a sundress similar to the one he'd worn yesterday.
Gemma's eyes narrowed slightly as she studied him, "You okay? You seem... off."
"I'm fine," Ryan said quickly.
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