A New Kind Of Sisterly Bond

The water was warm and silken as it flowed around Hallie and Emma-Kate's sun-kissed skin, a soft embrace beneath the golden light of late afternoon. They drifted effortlessly in the backyard pool, their toned, petite bodies weightless in the crystal blue expanse. Hallie's blonde hair, damp and clinging to her shoulders, shimmered with stray droplets that caught the sunlight. Her blue-gray eyes flicked briefly to Emma-Kate, who floated near the deep end, lost in quiet thought, before she turned her gaze back toward the ledge where the strongest jet pulsed just beneath the surface.

She had known about this jet for years—an innocent discovery turned private indulgence. At first, she had been startled by the intensity of the sensation, an accidental brush against the current in the shallow end of a public pool. But now, it was something she sought deliberately, a secret ritual wrapped in the guise of casual relaxation. Today, she would be careful. Or at least, she would try.

Hallie moved deliberately, letting her fingers graze the edge of the pool as she eased herself into position, her back arching slightly as the churning water met the most sensitive part of her body. A soft shiver ran through her, but she masked it well, schooling her features into a relaxed, neutral expression. She pressed her arms against the ledge, appearing as though she were simply basking in the warmth of the pool, but beneath the surface, her legs subtly adjusted, her inner thighs tightening, as she found just the right angle.

Emma-Kate swam a little closer, treading water near Hallie’s shoulder. “You’ve been so quiet,” she commented, tilting her head curiously. “Thinking about something?”

Hallie swallowed, struggling to keep her voice even. “Just…enjoying the water.”

Emma-Kate smiled faintly, watching the way her sister’s shoulders flexed slightly. “It’s nice today. I like when it’s warm like this.”

Hallie nodded, her grip on the edge tightening slightly as a new wave of sensation rippled through her. “Yeah…really nice.”

She could feel her heartbeat in her throat, the subtle tremble in her legs making it harder to stay composed. She forced herself to keep talking, hoping to distract Emma-Kate from noticing anything. “Are you still drawing that piece you were working on?”

Emma-Kate looked thoughtful. “Yeah, the one with the lake scene. I was thinking of adding more shading to the reflection.”

Hallie hummed in response, but her voice hitched slightly as the jet’s current pulsed stronger against her clit. She fought to keep still, but the pleasure was mounting fast. Her thighs instinctively pressed together, trapping the sensation as she inhaled sharply.

Emma-Kate glanced at her. “You okay?”

Hallie forced a small laugh, her breath uneven. “Mm-hmm. Just got a little chill.”

But she wasn’t cold—far from it. Her body was thrumming with warmth, every nerve alight. She bit her lip, trying to focus on Emma-Kate’s words, but they were becoming distant, background noise to the growing intensity inside her.

She was close now, the tension coiling deep in her belly, pulling tighter with each second. She tried to keep her breathing even, but a small, involuntary sound slipped from her lips before she could stop it—a soft, barely-there whimper.

Emma-Kate stilled, her brown eyes sharpening slightly. She didn’t say anything, just watched as Hallie’s features shifted—her brows knitting, her lips parting, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Hallie felt her whole body tense, then, in a sudden, overwhelming rush, she reached the climax. A silent tremor rolled through her, her muscles locking, then melting as the wave carried her down, leaving her dazed and breathless.

She slowly blinked her eyes open, trying to compose herself. But Emma-Kate was still watching, her expression unreadable.

The silence stretched before Emma-Kate finally asked, “Umm...what were you doing?”

Hallie’s breath hitched, her cheeks warming under her sister’s gaze. She hesitated, the weight of the moment pressing down on her as she floated in the pool, Emma-Kate’s eyes locked onto hers with expectant curiosity. A dozen responses flitted through her mind—she could brush it off, make a joke, deflect—but something in her sister’s gaze made her pause. This was a crossroads, and she knew it. With a slow exhale, she decided to be honest.

“Okay,” Hallie said, her voice steady but quiet. “I was… using the jet. On purpose.”

Emma-Kate blinked, absorbing the words. “Using it? Like… for what?”

Hallie felt warmth creep up her neck, but she kept her composure. “For an orgasm. Have you heard of masturbation?” She met Emma-Kate’s gaze directly, gauging her reaction. “It’s something people do when they want to feel really good.”

Emma-Kate was silent for a moment, then asked, “How good? What kind of good?"

Hallie nodded. “Really good. It's the best feeling a person can have.”

Emma-Kate’s face was a mix of fascination and uncertainty. “And the jet helps with that?”

“Yeah,” Hallie said, shifting slightly. “The way the water moves… it’s constant, strong, and you don’t have to do anything but relax into it. It builds up this tension inside you until it all just… lets go. And that’s what cumming is.”

Emma-Kate’s fingers drifted absently through the water. “Is that what made you act all weird?"

Hallie let out a small, breathy laugh. “Yeah. It can be really intense. And when you try to hold it in, sometimes it makes it even stronger.” She could feel the fizzing arousal creeping in again, even as she spoke, like an aftershock of what had just happened. 

Emma-Kate’s gaze flickered with understanding, and she hesitated before asking, “So… what else happens? Like, what do you feel?”

Hallie could feel the arousal growing inside her just talking about it, but she pushed forward, keeping her voice calm and informative. Her fingers tightened slightly on the edge of the pool. “Well, first there’s this tingling sensation, like a hum deep inside you. That’s called feeling 'horny'. It builds up the more you focus on it, and your body starts reacting on its own.” She shifted her legs slightly in the water, hoping Emma-Kate wouldn’t notice the way her breath had become the tiniest bit unsteady.

Emma-Kate nodded slowly, listening intently.

“At the same time you'll start to feel wetness 'down there',” Hallie continued, keeping her tone measured. “It’s just your body’s way of preparing itself, like when your mouth waters when you’re hungry. It means your body is enjoying what’s happening.”

Emma-Kate absorbed the explanation, her expression still one of open curiosity. “What about the clitoris? Where does that come in?”

Hallie felt another wave of warmth on her face, but she pushed through. “It’s the most sensitive part. If you touch it the right way, it makes everything even more intense. The jet helps because it hits everything evenly, so you don’t have to move much.”

Emma-Kate processed this, then, in a quieter voice, asked, “And the orgasm?”

Hallie exhaled slowly. “It’s like climbing and climbing, and then suddenly everything explodes at once. You can feel it everywhere—your stomach tightens, your muscles shake, and for a few seconds, nothing else matters. It’s… it’s that good.” Her voice was softer now, almost reverent, as if reliving it in her head.

Emma-Kate bit her lip, looking thoughtful. “And you can do it anytime?”

Hallie nodded. “Whenever you want. Some people use their hands, some use things like the showerhead, and sometimes it just happens in your sleep. There’s no right or wrong way.”

Emma-Kate was quiet for a long moment before she looked up at Hallie again. “Would the jet work for me?”

For the first time, Hallie truly understood what was happening. Emma-Kate wasn’t just asking. She was thinking about it. Considering it. Imagining it.

Hallie’s fingers pressed hard against the pool ledge, a new kind of tension rising inside her. The moment stretched, hanging between them like a taut wire. Finally, she exhaled, letting go of something unspoken.

“Only one way to find out,” she murmured.

Emma-Kate hesitated, running her fingers over the water’s surface as she processed everything. Her movements were slower now, almost contemplative. Hallie saw the slight shift in her expression, the way her breath caught just slightly before she asked, “Does it really feel that good? Like... all over?”

Hallie swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah. It’s like your body gets caught in this huge wave and everything just… locks up. And then, just as fast, it all lets go, and it’s like you’re floating.”

Emma-Kate’s lips parted slightly, her fingers tracing slow patterns in the water. “I think… I want to try.”

Hallie watched her, the realization settling over her like a slow, warming tide. This was a moment she never expected but somehow knew was inevitable. Her breath came a little unsteadily as she nodded, a quiet understanding passing between them.

“Go ahead,” she said softly. “I’ll stay right here.”

Emma-Kate hovered near the jet, fingers tightening on the pool ledge. She could still hear Hallie’s voice in her head— 'It builds and builds, and when it happens, you can’t stop it.' Her stomach tightened with a mix of nerves and something else entirely. She swallowed, shifting slightly closer, and for the first time, she felt it—just a whisper of sensation, but enough to send a shiver through her limbs. Was this really happening?

Hallie, floating nearby, tilted her head slightly, her brows furrowing in quiet concentration. Her lips parted as if she was about to speak, but she hesitated, observing Emma-Kate closely, her fingers skimming idly through the water. "You don't have to rush it," she murmured. "Just... let yourself feel it."

Emma-Kate hesitated, licking her lips. "It feels... different than I thought it would."

Hallie smiled knowingly. "Good different?"

Emma-Kate nodded slowly. "Yeah. It’s... stronger than I expected."

The first touch was barely there—just a soft pressure against her, barely enough to register. But it was enough. A sharp inhale escaped her lips before she could stop it, her thighs instinctively pressing together as if to block the feeling. For a split second, she considered moving away. But she didn’t. Instead, she adjusted slightly, shifting just enough for the water’s force to meet her clit fully. The sensation flared—sudden, electric, and impossibly deep.

Hallie watched carefully, voice softer now. "It sneaks up on you, doesn’t it?"

Emma-Kate bit her lip, nodding. "I—yeah. It’s like... I didn’t think it would hit that fast."

"It does," Hallie admitted. "Especially the first time."

Her breath hitched. Her fingers flexed against the ledge, knuckles whitening as she fought to stay composed. Her mind raced—was she moving too much? Was Hallie noticing? The intensity coiled tighter inside her, making it harder to control. She tried to focus on keeping her breathing even, but every pulse of sensation made that effort more impossible. The more she tried to suppress it, the stronger it surged, sending a tremor down her spine. Her body had never reacted like this before, and yet, it felt instinctive, natural. The steady pulse of the jet sent tingles through her, radiating outward, coiling low in her belly. The temptation to move—to press in just a little more—was overwhelming.

Emma-Kate exhaled sharply. "I feel... tingly. Is that normal?"

Hallie nodded. "Yes, it's starting to build up. Just let it happen. Don't force it."

Emma-Kate hesitated before shifting the tiniest bit forward. The sensation deepened, her thighs trembling slightly. "I can’t believe how strong it is. It’s like my whole body is paying attention."

Hallie’s voice was smooth, encouraging. "That’s exactly it. Just relax."

Emma-Kate swallowed hard. "What if—do I have to keep still?"

Hallie smirked slightly. "You won’t. And that’s okay."

Hallie was still there, just a few feet away, her presence an anchor in the growing storm inside Emma-Kate. She shifted subtly in the water, her fingers gliding along the surface as if sensing the tension between them. A slow inhale, almost imperceptible, lifted her shoulders before she exhaled, steady and measured, as though she understood exactly what Emma-Kate was feeling. She knew Hallie was watching her directly, and she felt the weight of her awareness, the silent understanding that had passed between them earlier. It made everything feel sharper, more urgent.

Her grip tightened on the ledge, trying to hold still, trying to slow down. But fighting it only made the sensation grow stronger, and she realized she was trembling, caught between restraint and surrender. Every second, the pressure inside her built, climbing higher, tighter. Her thighs clenched—too late. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, her back arching as the pleasure took over completely. She wasn’t stopping it. She couldn’t stop it. And deep down, she didn’t want to.

Hallie’s voice was barely above a whisper. "Let it happen."

Emma-Kate’s breath came in short, desperate gasps. "Hallie... I—I think—"

"I know," Hallie said softly. "Just let go."

The world blurred. The only thing Emma-Kate could feel was the heat, the pressure, the pulse taking over every inch of her body. It started as a slow, building wave, creeping up her spine and curling deep in her stomach, each pulse stronger than the last. Her breath hitched as the sensation spread outward, wrapping around her limbs, making her toes curl and her fingers tighten against the ledge. She tried to hold onto something—control, thought, restraint—but it all slipped away in the tide of overwhelming pleasure. The pressure peaked, surging through her in cascading waves, her muscles tightening before the final release sent her floating, weightless, lost in the aftershocks that pulsed through her like echoes of something infinite. It was everywhere—a wild, consuming sensation that pulled her under completely. Her breath caught, her legs trembled, her grip on the pool’s ledge useless as the final wave crashed over her. A strangled whimper slipped past her lips—sharp, needy, overwhelming. Then, in an instant, it was done. Her body went weightless, floating, the aftershocks tingling through her like ripples on the surface of the water.

Her chest rose and fell in slow, shuddering breaths. A strange sense of awareness settled over her, as if she were seeing the world differently now, every sound, every ripple in the water heightened. She felt lighter, yet somehow more grounded, more in tune with her body than ever before. Her limbs tingled with the lingering aftershocks, and she became acutely aware of Hallie’s gaze, steady and knowing. The weight of the moment pressed between them, unspoken but undeniable. Did Hallie feel the same way after her first time? Did she understand how much had just changed? She barely registered the way the water lapped at her skin, the way her arms floated weightless beside her. It took her a long moment to open her eyes. When she did, Hallie was watching. Not smirking, not teasing—just watching. And in that gaze, Emma-Kate knew that she knew. 

The water settled into an easy stillness, the air thick with something unspoken. Emma-Kate turned to Hallie, her mind still buzzing with lingering sensation, with newfound awareness. Everything felt different—her body, her thoughts, even the way she looked at her sister. 

Hallie caught her gaze and smiled, an invitation in her expression. “Feels good to just… let go, doesn’t it?”

Emma-Kate nodded, slow and thoughtful. “Yeah.”

Hallie studied her, then asked, “Think you’ll want to do it again?”

Emma-Kate hesitated for only a moment before she admitted, “Uhh yes. Yes I will.”

Hallie’s smile widened slightly. “Then next time, I’ll show you something even better.”

Emma-Kate felt warmth bloom in her chest at the certainty in her voice. She didn’t know what the future held, but for the first time, she felt like she wanted to find out.

A comfortable silence stretched between them, their bodies still drifting in the gentle current. Emma-Kate let her fingers trail over the water’s surface, ripples forming and spreading outward like the realization settling within her.

Hallie shifted closer, her tone turning more conspiratorial. “You know… the showerhead is a game changer.”

Emma-Kate glanced at her, intrigued. “Better than this?”

Hallie smirked. “Different. More direct. And you can take your time.”

Emma-Kate bit her lip, considering. “So… you’ve used it?”

Hallie chuckled, stretching her arms back against the pool’s ledge. “Oh yeah. More than once. It’s… intense.”

Emma-Kate felt a twinge of nervous excitement. The idea of more, of continuing to explore, of discovering this part of herself—of them—was exhilarating in a way she hadn’t expected.

Hallie nudged her lightly with her knee under the water. “No pressure, though. You’ve got all the time in the world.”

Emma-Kate exhaled, smiling at that. She liked that Hallie wasn’t pushing, that this was something she could ease into, at her own pace. Still, she already knew the curiosity would get the better of her.

“Maybe… soon,” she said, her voice quieter, more certain.

Hallie grinned. “I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

With that, they let the silence settle again, floating in the quiet understanding between them. And in that stillness, Emma-Kate knew—this was only the beginning.