"You're never mushy, so I get to be sometimes," Eve teased gently, but she was pleased. Just the strength to protest meant Claire was feeling better.<br/><br/>She worried at leaving Claire alone, but it was true that she needed some alone time. The heat between her legs had become too insistent to ignore, and her panties were becoming uncomfortably wet.<br/><br/>"All right...call me if you need anything, ok?" she paused, and lifted Claire's chin gently to meet her eyes. "Really. If you need anything." She smile to soften it, but hoped Claire knew she meant it.<br/><br/>She left the bathroom, leaving the door open a crack so she could hear if her sister called, and headed down the hall to her room. She pushed her door shut, but it swung back insistently, as it always did. She let it stay open...no one was likely to look in. Shedding her pants and her damp panties, she fell onto the bed, one hand already sliding down over her stomach, over the shaved skin to her slit. She gave a soft moan, finding herself even wetter than she'd thought.<br/><br/>She dipped her fingers into her own wetness then quickly went to work on her clit, rocking her hips and whimpering slightly as the pleasure built. She thought about her sister. "Mmm...Claire..." she moaned as, guilt forgotten, she pictured her sister's soft skin, perky tits, the sweet, forbidden mound between her legs. "Oh god...yes.. CLAIRE!" she cried out as she came, back arching, hips lifting up off the bed as her tense body shook with her orgasm.