	Twelve year old Sera, her cheeks slightly puffed out as she held her breath in her mouth from the impatient anticipation of a warm shower, tapped her foot outside the bathroom door. Her clothes stuck to her orange and yellow fur, her wings folded against her back as she reached out a hand to the door to her shared bathroom.  She could feel the warmth from the steam against the door, and the faint sound of her fraternal twin Cynthia's laughter pushed through to her sensitive ears. "Come on, Cyn," she called through the door. "Could you maybe hurry it up a bit? I need to shower too!".

	It wasn't like she had all night to wait around, after all. It was movie night!  A rare treat in the Nightshade household due to everyone's hectic schedules, and the more time Cynthia spent in there, the longer it had to be put off. It wasn't that she didn't understand her twin's need for privacy, but lately, it felt like Cynthia was monopolizing the bathroom more and more.  She sighed as she leaned against the wall, her tail swishing restlessly as she listened to the water continue to flow, a steady addition to her growing annoyance.  A few moments passed, and the sound of the shower finally began to die down. "Come ooooon..." Sera muttered under her breath, "you're taking forever." She wasn't quite sure how long it had actually been, but it felt like an eternity. Sera crosses her arms over her already well-developed chest, as the anticipation of hot water cascading over her fur reaches a boiling point. Her blue eyes drift to the pile of fresh pink, cotton pajamas she's laid out on her bed, neatly folded and waiting.

	With a sigh of contentment, Cynthia turned off the shower, the last droplets of water pattering against the floor. She had been feeling particularly restless lately, and sometimes a little 'self-care' was all it took to ease the tension. The warm water had done wonders for her fur, leaving it soft and clean, and the scent of her favorite berry shampoo lingered in the air. She stepped out of the shower, her eyes glazing over for a moment as the afterglow of her recent silent orgasm washed over her. It wasn't something she talked about, but it was a secret little pleasure she had discovered about a month ago, one she finds herself indulging in more and more. Regaining her composure, she grabbed a towel from the rack and began to dry off, her movements swift but thorough. The soft fabric against her gray and cream colored fur and periwinkle flesh was almost as satisfying as the release she had just given herself. "Just a couple more minutes, Sera! Just drying off!" she called out, not quite meeting the urgency in her sister's voice.

	She paused to take a look in the mirror, admiring herself for a moment.  While her sister may have their mothers curves, her body wasn't exactly something to scoff at.  Her breasts, though small, were just beginning to develop.  Her ass and legs however, were already gaining some definition.  "You two need to hurry it up.  You don't need to be as big as mom's, but you can’t let Sera have -all- the glory..." she says as she rubs her tiny mounds, gently kneading her periwinkle nipples between her fingers.  With a sigh, she dries off just a bit more before wrapping the towel around her waist.  It barely covered all of her bits, but it would do.  After all, its not like her sister hadn't seen it all before.  But that was a few years ago, when they still bathed together.  Now they were both changing. She grabs a second towel for her hair, as she makes for the door.

	Finally, the door opened, sending a cloud of steam billowing out, mixed with the scent of the berries. Cynthia emerged, wrapped in a towel that barely contained her form. The occasional water droplet makes its way down her inner thighs, tracing a line from her barely hidden sex, down to her knees before disappearing completely. Her vibrant, rainbow colored hair was piled on top of her head, secured by the second towel that was already beginning to absorb the moisture. Water droplets clung to her exposed fur, giving her a freshly bathed glow that made her hazel eyes sparkle. Her cheeks flush from the heat of her shower, she flashed a grin at Sera as she passed by her.
	
	"What's the rush, Sis?  I left you plenty of water.  I think.", Cynthia says with a giggle as she approaches her dresser, rifling through to find a pair of pajamas for the evening, finally settling on a silky black set of shorts with a loose fitting tank top to match. Sera purses her lips as she glares at her sister, trying unsuccessfully to hide the frustration bubbling beneath the surface.  "It's just..." Sera says with a pause, looking around the room for something to distract herself with, to calm her temper. Her eyes settle on a book that she'd left out on the bedside table. "You've been taking really long showers lately, and..." Her voice trails off as she walks over and picks up the book, flipping through the pages. Sera huffed, her voice a mix of exasperation and frustration as she slapped the book back down on her bedside table. "If you used up all the hot water, I swear...!" Sera had trouble with confrontation, and couldn't bring herself to say much more.  She turned and walked into the bathroom, closing the door a little harder than she should, but just hard enough to send a passive-aggressive message to her sister.  

	Sera couldn't wait to step under the warm spray and wash the grime of the day away. The hike had been fun but exhausting, and she had been looking forward to a good, long shower. Her thoughts drifted briefly to the quiet moments she had stolen during the trek, the peacefulness of the forest, the babble of the creek, and the comforting presence of her family enjoying a day together. Her clothes were sticking to her fur, and she could smell the faint musk of their shared exertion. She took a deep breath, letting the warmth of the room envelop her before she took off her glasses, setting them on the counter before she peeled off her sweaty clothes and tossed them into the hamper. The floor was still slightly damp from Cynthia's shower, and she had to step gingerly around the puddles to avoid slipping. "Better have left me a little hot water..." she mumbled to herself, turning the faucet on just enough to add some warmth to the cooler water that remained. The scent of berries lingered, hinting at Cynthia's presence and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity about why her sister took so long these days.

	She pushed the thought from her mind for now as she had her own agenda: a hot shower to wash away the day's sweat and the dust from the trail. She stepped into the shower, letting the water cascade over her fur, feeling the heat seep into her muscles and relax her taut nerves. The stress of the days exertion melted away, and she allowed herself to revel in the comforting solitude.  As Sera stood beneath the cascading water from the showerhead above her, her eyes closed and her head tilted back to let the warm water run down her face and body. She extended her wings, trembling as she stretched them before returning them to their usual position against her body.  Her small, but quickly developing breasts were already larger than most girls her age, and as the water trickled over them, she felt the droplets caress her, racing along the contours of her slender body and the tender flesh of her young inner thighs. She sighed deeply, her chest rising and falling with the rhythm of her breath, the steam clearing all of the dust from her throat and sinuses. Her tail twitched occasionally behind her, the stray droplets of water rolling down the crack of her ass and gently sending a shiver up her spine as they would drip from her sex. She took her time, savoring the moments of solitude she herself was finally able to enjoy, though she knew she couldn't take -too- long, lest she give her sister ammunition to tease her with.

	With a content grin, Sera grabbed the minty shower gel from the shelf and began to lather it into her fur. Unlike Cynthia, who adored the sweet, fruity scents that reminded her of their mother Anya's berry pastries, Sera had always been drawn to the cool, invigorating aromas of mint and herbs. It was something she had picked up from their father, Bayhind, who often spoke of the refreshing properties of mint and how it could soothe a weary spirit. She worked the gel into a frothy lather, her hands gliding over her body as she had done countless times before. She took extra care around her breasts and crotch, enjoying the tingling sensation that the mint brought to the sensitive skin. It was a small, personal indulgence that she allowed herself, a gentle reminder that she too was growing into her own person, even if she didn't quite understand the changes that were happening to her body.

	As she reached for the detachable section of the showerhead to rinse herself off, she found it swinging freely from the hose, pointing toward and gently spraying the wall.  In her rush to get clean, and her annoyance at her sister's lengthy shower, she hadn't even noticed it.  "Cynthia, you slob..." she grumbled, her voice echoing off the tiles. Despite her complaint, she couldn't help but find her sister's carefree nature a little endearing. She wrapped a hand around the handle, her soapy fingers slipping slightly on the wet plastic, causing the handle to move out of her grasp and sending a jet of water shooting upwards, directly onto her crotch. For a moment, she was startled, a little gasp escaping her lips, her knees slightly buckling as the warm water hit her sensitive clit. But as the shock wore off, she felt something else... something curious. Her eyes widened slightly, and she paused, the water still spraying upwards. Her mind raced, trying to decide if she should rinse off as planned or... she swallowed, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink.

	Carefully, she reached out and aimed the showerhead once more, this time with purpose. The sensation was strange, but not unpleasant. The warm water danced over her young pussy, the gentle pressure sending ripples of pleasure through her body. Her breath hitched, and she bit her lower lip, her eyes half-closing as she began to explore this newfound curiosity. The water felt different here, the sensation more... intimate than she had ever felt before. Her hand trembled slightly as she adjusted the angle, the water playing over her clit in a steady rhythm, her breathing quickening as she gave in to the emerging pleasure that rose within her. It was as if the water had a mind of its own, teasing and caressing her in a way she had never experienced before. Her breath grew shallower, and she leaned back against the wall for support, her body responding to the sensations in a way she didn't quite understand as waves of pleasure began to move through her. The water continued to play across her young pussy, a quiet flood of sensation that seemed to speak directly to the growing desires she had been feeling.  

	Unable to stand any longer, Sera sat down on the tiled bench seat in the shower, spreading her legs to better have access to her privates.  She brought the showerhead closer, the warmth of the water a comforting embrace against her young flesh. She began to slowly increase the pressure from the showerhead on her clit, her other hand moving almost on its own to cover her mouth, stifling any noises she might make. It was a strange feeling, one she hadn't quite felt before, but it was growing more intense with each passing second. Her mind was racing, a mix of excitement and fear - "What if Cynthia heard her? What if their parents found out? What would they all think?" But she couldn't stop now, the feeling was too intense, too... good. Finally finding control over her voice, her free hand found its way to her budding breast, kneading it gently between her fingers, her thumb flicking over the nipple. A soft moan escaped her, muffled by her biting her lower lip as she grew more and more lost in the sensations. Her hips began to rock slightly, unconsciously seeking more, her body responding to the newfound pleasure. As she continued to play with herself, she realized that she might just be starting to get it, and a part of her wondered if this was what her sister had been doing in here all along.

	Sera felt a tightness building in her belly, like a coil being wound tighter and tighter. It was unfamiliar, but the sensation was too overwhelming, too compelling, to resist. Her anus clenched and unclenched in time with the pulsing of the water against her clit, and she could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter, the water mixing with her natural juices. She bit her lip harder, her cheeks flaming as she realized what was happening to her. This was it, the moment she had heard whispers about from her friends, the moment she had read about in those secret books hidden under her bed. Her body was betraying her innocence, and she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm, the first of her life. She didn't know what to expect, but she knew it was coming, and she was both terrified and exhilarated by it. Her hand slid down to her clit, her thumb taking over from the showerhead as she felt the pressure building up inside her. Her breath was coming in ragged pants now, her body tensing, her heart racing. It was all she could do to keep the sounds of her pleasure contained within the confines of the steamy bathroom, her eyes shut tight as she approached the precipice of a climax she didn't quite understand, but couldn't ignore. The anticipation was agonizing, the sensations overwhelming, and she felt like she was standing on the edge of a seaside cliff, about to jump into the deep unknown.

	She could feel her whole body react, muscles tensing and releasing in a dance that seemed almost foreign to her.  Her wings trembling as her breath shuddered. The warmth grew and spread throughout her until it was a crescendo of sensation that left her gasping, her legs quivering as she rode out the most intense wave of pleasure she had ever felt. Sera's head shot backward, her mouth open in a silent scream, eyes wide as her body arched and convulsed on the shower bench, as if he was short circuiting.  She had stumbled upon a secret, a powerful one, and she knew that she would never look at shower time the same way again. The warm water continued to cascade down her body, now mixing with the trickle of liquid that escaped her pussy as she came down from her peak. She took a moment to catch her breath, her cheeks flushed and her heart pounding in her ears. Sera had just discovered a piece of herself she never knew existed, and it was a feeling she knew she would crave from here on out. Suddenly, she was absolutely sure she knew exactly why Cynthia had been taking such long showers, and she thought maybe she wouldn't be so cross with her twin about it in the future.  Well, provided she had the same opportunity, anyway.  

	The sudden knock on the door jolted Sera out of her thoughts.  "Hurry up, Sera! We're gonna start without you!" Cynthia's voice called out in a teasing sing-song, breaking the tranquil silence like a brick through glass. She hastily grabbed the handle of the showerhead once more, having dropped it on her leg during her release, and put it in its proper place. Sera turned off the shower, the sudden loss of water leaving her skin cold and goose-pimpled. She grabbed the towel she had laid out earlier and wrapped it around herself, her heart racing in her chest. "C...Coming!" she called back, her voice a little too high-pitched. She took a deep, steadying breath and tried to compose herself, her hands shaking slightly.  Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and excitement as she stepped out of the shower, the floor cold under her feet. She took a moment to gather her thoughts, her breathing evening out as she tried to reassure herself that she hadn't just been caught doing something she shouldn't.  She took a brief moment to grab a towel to clean up the wet floor before tossing it into the hamper, tidying up after herself and her sister.

	"Okay, okay," she murmured as she put her glasses back on, the warm, damp air having fogged them up.  "Movie night, here we come." But even as she said the words, her thoughts lingered on the sensations she had discovered, the beginnings of a craving that she knew she would have to satisfy in secret.  Wrapping one towel around her body and another towel around her fiery-red and yellow hair, Sera unlocked the door to their shared bedroom and with a shaky smile, she took one last look at the showerhead, whispering a quiet "Thank you.", before leaving the steamy sanctum behind. She made her way to her bed to grab her pink cotton pajamas and began to get dressed.

As she slipped on her clothes under her twins watchful gaze, her thoughts were racing...she had enjoyed herself, she couldn't deny that, but she was also scared.  Scared of what this meant, of what Cynthia might think, of what her parents would say if they found out.  She had to get ready for movie night, but she knew this was a secret she would carry with her for a long time, a secret that had just opened a new chapter in her young life.
