Emily loved her sister unreservedly. Many siblings had rivalries that clouded their relations much more than would be sensible. Emily and Scarlett weren't like that. Scarlett may be the more boisterous one, but Emily was the calmer one. Scarlett might be the one to get the boys attention, Emily was the one who tended to have the longer relationships.<br/><br/>In one thing, however, the sisters were more different than anything else. Scarlett could spend and entire afternoon in the shower whereas Emily topped out at ten minutes. Maximum. Emily had no idea what on earth she could be doing in the shower - oh, she had an idea of some of the things her sister could be up to since she could get up to some of them herself on occasion - but Emily was entirely convinced that if she spent the same amount of time Scarlett did in the shower she would come out looking as wrinkly as a raisin.<br/><br/>It was the weekend!!!! School was finally out, and the two girls had got home just under an hour ago. It was Emily's turn in the shower first - it was most days since even Scarlett realized her showering had implications for how quickly the chores got done - and she'd showered and dressed in light cotton shorts and a scummy (but clean) t-shirt that was too tatty to wear out but too beloved to throw away. After her shower, Emily had helped in the kitchen cleaning and preparing for the dinner. Mother was in the kitchen cooking and father was due home in around an hour. He often joked that he worked primarily to pay the electric bill to heat water for showers.<br/><br/>Her immediate chores done, Emily was released to go back to her room. She played a video game for a little while but soon bored of it on her own. When she and Scarlett played together they could crush all-comers. On her own it was a pale comparison.<br/><br/>She felt herself blushing even before the thought was entirely formed in her head. Should she? Could she? The door was closed so she absolutely could. The question of should was more nuanced. What convinced her that she should was the belief that Scarlett was doing it all the time in the shower.  "Bugger it!" Emily exclaimed as she slid a hand beneath her shorts and began to touch herself. A new girl had just transferred into school from another city that week and Emily was entirely besotted with her. So far they'd done nothing but smile at each other but the hand around her rapidly hardening girlcock suggested that Emily dearly wished to do an awful lot more than smile at her. Two minutes - and a glance to make sure the door was firmly closed - later, and the shorts were off since she didn't want to make them messy and anyway it was better to have more room to spread out. She sat down on the floor, opened her legs wide, and began a more steady and quickening pace on her eight inches of gloriously curving girlcock.<br/><br/>"Why did I wait so long?" She said to herself, shaking her head. This felt so, so, good.