Remote Control: A Tantalizing Discovery(2)

"You're right. Sorry, Mom," Elayne said once she'd finished coughing and had caught her breath. Her eyes almost imperceptibly flicked over in my direction, but she didn't say anything to me.

For my part, my mouth suddenly felt insanely dry. Holy shit. I was right. My sister was wearing a vibrator. Taking a sip of my own water, I strained my ears, trying my hardest to see if I could hear any buzzing sounds. Nothing. I didn't know anything at all about vibrators so I had no idea if they were quiet enough that you couldn't hear them, but given how they worked, that didn't seem likely. Of course, the other option was that it was inside her.

Feeling the blood rushing to my head at the thought, I desperately downed the rest of my glass and jumped to my feet. "Anyone else need a refill?"

Elayne shook her head, still not looking at me, but my dad finished the last of his water before handing me his empty glass. "Thanks."

"No problem," I said, grabbing it and making a beeline for the kitchen. Once I arrived, I set the glasses down and immediately pulled the remote out of my pocket. Two lights greeted me, showing that I had, in fact, increased the intensity as suspected. Three more lights must mean that there was still a decent way to go, but I also had no idea how much each one might ramp up. At the end of the day, this was all just an extremely crazy prank and the last thing I wanted to do was get my sister in trouble with our parents. Not that I thought they'd care about her owning a vibrator, but wearing it to dinner was a completely separate matter. I still couldn't wrap my head around what had driven her to do it.

As I filled the glasses with cold water from the fridge, I struggled to decide if I should push things any further or leave them be. I'd already had my fun, managed to tease my sister in the most unbelievable way, and learned a lot of things I'd never expected about her. If I was being reasonable, there was absolutely zero reason to turn on that third light. And yet...

A part of me was insanely curious to see what kind of reaction I might get.

I made my way back to the dining room, water glasses in hand, and paused in the doorway. My parents were still eating, chatting with each other about something related to work, but Elayne was just lying there, leaning back in her chair. Her neck was resting against the top of the chair--her brown hair cascading down its back--with her eyes closed and her lips drawn into an incredibly faint smile. Looking closely, I could tell from the rise and fall of her chest that she was breathing deeply but shallowly, and while I'd be lying if I said my eyes didn't flick over her breasts to check for hardened nipples--I couldn't make anything out--they quickly moved away since looking at her like that felt wrong.

To me, it was blatantly obvious exactly what was going on and how much she had to be enjoying the little toy buzzing around inside of her, but to her credit, there was no way our parents would be able to guess that anything was happening on the other side of the table.

Setting my dad's glass down, I returned to my seat, took another sip of water, and then subtly glanced over at Elayne. There was no discernible change from earlier, other than maybe a slight tremor as she shifted in her seat. Before I was even fully aware of it, my finger pressed the button a second time.

Her eyes shot wide open as she jumped upward in her seat, a noise coming from her mouth that was clearly a moan disguised as a cough. "Oh, shit!" she shouted. "Sorry, I totally forgot I have to send an important email to Professor Lawson. I have to run!" Before anyone could react, she was gone, racing out of the room before her footsteps could be heard pounding up the stairs.

"Well that was unusual," my mom said, frowning softly. "Elayne's not usually one to swear, and considering how well she did this semester I expected her to be teasing you about it. Do you know if something is going on?"

I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head. "Nope, nothing really comes to mind." My hand in my pocket tightened around the remote, and I carefully hit the minus button once. I hadn't expected a reaction that strong, maybe I'd gone too far. "I'm sure she's just a bit stressed out after working so hard this semester."

"Hmmm, I suppose so. Maybe you could go check in on her? I know the two of you don't like us commenting on it, but your father and I would love to see you getting along like you used to."

"It's not like we're that distant," I said with a frown. "Besides, we grew up. Isn't it only natural for siblings to drift apart a bit once they get older?" I knew what my mom was talking about, of course. Elayne and I used to regularly have a movie night each weekend where we'd watch a movie together on the living room sofa. Towards the end of middle school, it had begun to fall off, and then once high school had started it had completely died out. A part of me did miss it if I was being honest, but it was a long time ago and things had changed.

"Please, just a quick check? She doesn't talk with us as much as she used to," my mom said.

I sighed. "Alright, fine. I'll go see if anything is up."

My mom beamed at me as I got up from the table and left, clearly pleased. As I made my way back upstairs, I knew there was no way in fucking hell that I was going anywhere near my sister's room. Not now, not after what had just happened at dinner. It had gotten dark enough outside by this point that I could tell the light in her room wasn't even on from how dark the hallway was. I tried my hardest not to imagine what she might be up to in the dark. Almost certainly not sending an email to her biology professor, that was for sure. I knew it was only a matter of time before we ended up talking about what I'd done, but as far as I was concerned, it wasn't something I was going to be the one to bring up.

Stepping into my room, I immediately noticed that the bathroom light was back on, indicating that Elayne was likely inside. I couldn't hear the water running, though, so she wasn't taking a shower. The next thing I noticed was that there was slightly too much light filtering into my room. Quietly moving closer, I realized that when I'd passed through earlier, I'd pulled the door closed behind me but it hadn't fully shut--leaving the tiniest amount of a crack possible. Elayne must not have noticed, since from her side the door would have looked closed. Not really thinking about it, I took one, brief look through the gap, preparing to silently close the door to respect her privacy.

I froze, my heart stuck in my throat. The last thing I'd expected to see was my sister standing in front of the mirror with her hands cupping her bare tits. And so help me, were they a fucking amazing pair of tits. I didn't know anything about cup sizes, or how any of that worked, but in my eyes, they were perfect. Firm, pert, and given the way they rested in her palms, a pretty generous handful.