I made us grilled cheeses, then we sat together on her bed and put on a movie. Kylie being Kylie, she didn’t actually have a dinner table. Or chairs. Or even a couch.
Actually, that wasn’t quite fair. She had a pair of tables, but they were dedicated to art supplies. She had one large, comfy chair that was often used as a ‘temporary’ surface to leave a painting on, or occasionally for its actual purpose of sitting in. She liked to sit and stare out the window sometimes, just watching and thinking. I’d never seen her sit in it to read a book or watch tv or anything.
So we shared her bed, in what constituted her bedroom, though it wasn’t quite a proper room. I wasn’t sure who had designed it, but one whole wall was just a curtain Kylie had hung up, and usually left halfway open. It was a space that tended to be painting-free, at least, excepting a couple hung on the more solid walls. It was no less messy for all that, and had clothes and various items strewn about wherever they’d been dropped. I tried to ignore what was almost certainly a vibrator half-hidden by the mess on her night stand.
The bed itself was a perpetually disheveled affair, always a mess of half-kicked-off covers and pillows going the wrong way. It was cozy enough to sit and eat on.
“So how-” I started.
“Shh,” Kylie interrupted almost immediately. “I’m watching the movie.”
I glanced at the screen, then back to her. “It’s Pirates, Ky. You’ve seen it a dozen times, at least.”
“I like it. Cap’n Jack’s funny.”
“Yes, I know. But I’m pretty sure you could recite the entire script word for word. You don’t-”
“Shh!” she insisted.
I rolled my eyes, but stayed quiet until Johnny Depp was off-screen. “Can I talk now?”
Kylie frowned, then shrugged. “Fine. What’s so important?”
“Nothing, nevermind.”
I took our plates and took them back to the kitchen. I gave them a quick wash to eradicate the crumbs and bits of melted cheese, then returned to my sister.
I stopped short upon approaching the bed. My face warmed noticeably.
“Uh, Kylie?”
“What?”
“Your pu- I mean, your, uh, lady bits are like… there.”
She looked down at her lazily spread legs with only her shirt keeping her modest. I knew I should have insisted on more clothes being donned.
“Oh,” Kylie said. She closed her legs up, but without any rush to the movement.
I stayed where I was, unsure whether to get back on the bed with her. It felt questionable all of a sudden.
“You can say ‘pussy’ you know,” she said. “I don’t mind.”
“No, but I do. It’s not a word I like to associate with my sister if I don’t have to.”
“Why not?”
I sighed heavily. “Goddammit, Ky. Sometimes I swear you act oblivious on purpose.”
A smile tugged at her lips, nudging me closer to suspecting I wasn’t wrong. Shortly thereafter, Captain Jack did something silly but somehow brilliant on screen, distracting Kylie’s attention. I gave up on my moral quandary and crawled back into bed with her.
This latest uncomfortable flash of femininity from Kylie set my mind awhirl. I’d already been a bit on edge from catching her naked, not to mention the large painting of roughly the same image hanging out on the other side of her loft, just in case I’d forgotten. I’d at least avoided seeing her vagina in the flesh in that instance. This time, it was basically stuck front and centre in my brain.