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Like next to never.\n\nHowever a friend of mine wrote me a fic, and I wanted to write a follow-up. So I did.\n\nDon't go into this expecting a normal TMNT fic. This is some AU of an AU rabbit hole shit. Keep that in mind should you choose to read it.\n\n[b]Contains:[/b] Rule 63, lesbian sex", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Okay so

I don't write fics often. Like next to never.

However a friend of mine wrote me a fic, and I wanted to write a follow-up. So I did.

Don't go into this expecting a normal TMNT fic. This is some AU of an AU rabbit hole shit. Keep that in mind should you choose to read it.

Contains: Rule 63, lesbian sex", "writing": "Raph could smell them.\n\nHaving shared a bed with her sisters and brother long ago, she was no stranger to their unique scents. Of course she hadn’t bothered to distinguish them until puberty rolled around.\n\nShe wasn’t sure why. Didn’t even try. Just sort of happened.\n\nLeo’s was the easiest for her to pick out. It was so much stronger, more distinct from her sisters when they were teens. It was no secret as to why. Probably not to any of them, really. The four of them were always pretty close, and as a child she used to cling to him like glue. She idolized him, really, back then. Saw him as a strong protector that she one day hoped to be as well. To match him in power.\n\nThere was much more to it than that. Something else she knew; something that she hated. Maybe it was because he was the only boy she was close to other than her father. Maybe it was the way he was always so patient with the three of them. With Donnie the few times she would whip out her scathing wit against him. With Mikey, who was always vying for anyone and everyone’s attention. Even with Raph herself, who was just as quick to anger as she was to break down in tears.\n\nNo, it was more than that. It had to be or else it wouldn’t bother her so much. Would be easier to ignore.\n\nAs a teenager she learned to push those thoughts back. Let them sit in her chest until it felt like bile inside of her. For a while she could say she almost [b]hated[/b] her brother, and was constantly looking for excuses to get upset with him. Luckily for her, Leo had started to give her plenty.\n\nShe was glad she’d gotten over that resentment. That she could, for the most part, see her brother as just that. Well, at least she could when he wasn’t trying to replace her father instead. Leo always had this authoritarian tinge to him that became worse the older he got. Puberty, Raph thought. Or too much time being dad’s favorite. Either way it stuck, and it was probably one of the only things about him that still dug under her skin.\n\nThat and the smell.\n\nThat scent he gave off when he sometimes kept a watch on them. It was obvious what it was. Obvious to all of them, Raph was certain, even if she and her sisters never discussed it. How could they, after all, when they did the same thing?\n\nIt’s not like they had any control over it. He was only reacting to them. That’s what Donnie had told them when they were younger. Raph didn’t get her explanation entirely, but she gathered the gist of it. When they were giving off a scent, he’d react and to it the same way in turn. It was natural, and just sort of something unspoken amongst them. It’s not like anything would come of it.\n\nAt least that’s what she thought.\n\nWhen she heard Leo and Donnie run up the stairs, both their aromas were more heady than they’d ever been. Mixed and powerful and– oh god, it made her every bit as angry as it made her blush. She hated it. Hated it so [i]much[/i].\n\nShe was sure Mikey had smelled them too, or at least [i]heard[/i] them, her chipper little sister quickly pressing the side of her head against the wall to the room next door. Raph had rolled her eyes at her goofy sibling’s actions. Mikey’s bedroom door was wide open, after all. Unless Leo and Donnie were going to whisper there was no doubt they’d be able to hear it.\n\nBesides, they both heard Donnie from downstairs minutes prior. Turns out she isn’t exactly subtle.\n\n“Y'know,” Raph started, her hands resting on her little sister’s bed, “It’s prolly not gonna be that excitin’ just to listen.”\n\nThe youngest either wasn’t listening or didn’t care, tail intently wagging from above the hem of her pizza print panties and seemingly paying the other girl no mind at all.\n\nRaph let out a little snort, the corner of her lip curling further downwards. It wasn’t enough that Leo drew Donnie’s attention; he had to draw in Mikey’s too. She folded her arms and firmly pressed her covered ass against the bed, the shift in weight seemingly drawing her sister’s attention. At least Raph thought it did. For a minute Mikey looked like she was in thought. Maybe considering what she had said. In the end, though, she placed a tender hand against the wall, her expression shifting to one Raph could only describe as ‘determined’. She’d probably find it cute if it weren’t for the circumstances.\n\nIt wasn’t like the red-clad sister was mad at Mikey. Hell, not Donnie either. It was fine that Donnie was getting Leo’s attention, and it wasn’t a shock to her either. Raph could rightfully admit she wasn’t the most observant of her siblings, but over time it became obvious even to [b]her[/b] that Leo was paying Donnie extra notice. It’s why Mikey spent her tip money on those lace panties for her, after all. When it came to matters of the heart, Mikey always seemed to know first. Sometimes, Raph thought, even [b]best[/b].\n\nNo, she wasn’t mad that Mikey’s focus was drawn to the others. She wasn’t mad that Donnie was getting Leo’s attention.\n\nShe was mad that she [i][b]wasn’t[/b][/i], and that knowledge just made her more pissed off.\n\nPissed at Leo for playing favorites, and pissed at herself for actually giving a shit. As a kid the fact that he was her brother is what made her put distance between them. Back then it seemed weird and stupid and wrong.\n\nNow here they were around a decade later, and her older brother and twin sister were a wall apart from them, doing…\n\nShe wanted to scream, but she settled for slamming her fist against the overly soft mattress instead. It didn’t have the impact she was hoping for, but it made her feel a little better, at least.\n\nIt must have caught Mikey’s attention. Because the next time Raph was actually aware of it those large blue eyes were on her, with a look that…Raph didn’t know what to call it. Concern? Pity? Before the little freckled one could say anything, Raph tossed the girl’s old teddy bear at her. To hopefully get the point across that she didn’t want to talk about it.\n\nShe was a little surprised that it worked, or she would have been if it wasn’t clear that the sounds on the other side of the wall had caught her easily distracted sibling’s attention again. Raph could tell they were saying words, from where she was. Just not what was being said. It was fine. She honestly didn’t want to know. The more she sat there thinking about it the more she didn’t want to HEAR it.\n\nIt didn’t matter. She could still smell it. It was fine for a brief time with Leo’s door closed, but it seemed her nostrils were better than she thought. Raph actually pinched her beak in a show of disdain. Mostly for her own amusement, she guessed, but she felt childish for it real quick.\n\nThen she heard Donnie moan. Loud and clear as if they were all in the same room.\n\nRaph opened her mouth and inhaled through it, the sound warming her cheeks well before she even realized it. Again, Donnie’s moans weren’t foreign to her. Their rooms weren’t too far away from each other, so she’d heard the sounds herself through the walls from time to time. Donnie had probably heard her, now that she was thinking about it. Like her sister she wasn’t exactly quiet either; she could admit now. There was no shame in it. Completely natural. But hearing those familiar moans now, under these conditions…\n\nShe unplugged her nose, and oh god did she regret it right away. Now it [i][b]smelled[/b][/i] like they were in the same fucking room too, her brother’s musk sifting through her nostrils with more intensity than Donnie’s had a moment before. It made it harder not to think about what they were doing in there. Damn it, she KNEW what they were doing in there. She didn’t need the present reminders, thank you very much.\n\nShe shifted to turn around, head to her own room, when another smell hit her beak. Raph’s face flushed immediately. Shit, it was [i]hers[/i]. She hadn’t noticed until she tried to move, but as soon as she did the scent filled the room more than Leo’s ever could. Her stupid heart print underwear was already starting to feel wet, warm; suddenly it felt like her heart was going to bust right through her plastron.\n\nShe was certain Mikey could smell her too. There was no doubt about it. She was positive because she could smell [b]Mikey[/b] too, the tiny turtle’s tail wagging furiously. Like she was a dog with a bone or something.\n\nOkay, shit, bad analogy.\n\nWhile her sister’s little tail wouldn’t make for a powerful fan, it was enough to drag the odor in her direction. Strangely sweet, if pungent, and for fuck’s sake it was mixing with the other smells. This was too much for Raph. Four potent aromas in one room, the muffled sounds of her sister’s moans and cries; it was starting to make her head spin. She had to leave and she knew it. Take a cold shower or– or spend some time alone in her room. [b]Something[/b]. She didn’t care what as long as she was away from it.\n\n“You’re thinking about it too, huh?”\n\nMikey’s voice broke through the muddled symphony Donnie was releasing, and it about gave Raph a heart attack. She jumped a little on the mattress, her eyes quickly darting to her sister.\n\n“What it’s like, I mean.” Mikey still wasn’t looking at her, and the hot headed girl wasn’t sure if it was for her sake or the orange-clad one’s own.\n\nRaph let out a little grunt at the question. [i]That’s[/i] what Mikey was thinking about right now? Not how awkward it was, or how they probably shouldn’t be listening, or– hell, how she was ignoring the sister who [b]she herself[/b] invited into her room to hang, only to lose interest as soon as their horny siblings start banging essentially [i][b]feet[/b][/i] away?\n\n“Who cares?” she lied, hoping Mikey would accept the shutdown and drop it. She usually did. Mikey seemed to know Raph better than anyone at times. She wasn’t like Donnie, who would be hurt by such a thing. Nor was she like Leo, who would try to dig at Raph until she’d blow up at him with a straight answer.\n\nSo of course, the response surprised her a little.\n\n“I do. I mean, I’ve never…” She could see Mikey’s lip move, almost as if she had bitten it. “Besides, it sounds like they’re having fun, you know?”\n\nGod fucking damn it. Raph wanted to scream again, wanted to hit her sister on the head like she did when they were kids. Of [i]course[/i] they were having fun. They were probably having a great [i][b]fucking[/b][/i] time plowing each other like– like wild animals! Who knew how long they’d be at it? How long Raph would have to put up with Donnie’s wails down the hall, or the smell of their sex filling the entire god damn house?\n\nShe shot a glare to her sister instead, muscles tensing and tone seething with more frustration than she’d like. “I. Don’t. [i][b]Care[/b][/i], Mikey. It’s none of our fucking business anyway.”\n\nThat made Mikey finally turn her head to look at her. Another expression that Raph couldn’t describe was on her face. Her cheeks were flushed, too, almost somehow drowning out the freckles that adorned it. Her lips seemed to curl and uncurl, and her eyes were–were staring so intensely at her. It threw Raph off guard a little, and her expression softened in turn. Her muscles remained tense, though, as she realized Mikey was likely contemplating her words. Maybe her actions.\n\nMikey finally left her place against the wall, walking back to her bed and gingerly plopping down next to her slightly taller sister. Her stare was just as intense, strangely soft yet intimidating, as she placed a hand gently on Raph’s thigh.\n\n“I want it too.” She said, as if she was reading Raph’s god damn mind or something. Mikey usually seemed to be in an entirely different world from the rest of them. Like reality was different to her than it was to any normal person. But then she’d say things like that, as if she were a fucking psychic or something. Responding to things Raph had never even said. It scared her, but it…it soothed her, too.\n\nThis time was no exception.\n\n“I’d be fine just watching them,” she continued, brow furrowing and lips curling into an almost sad smile. “But I want to [i]feel[/i] it too.”\n\nIf she weren’t already blushing Raph’s cheeks would be flaring by now, the room oddly feeling hotter. She couldn’t tell if it was WHAT Mikey was saying or the WAY she was saying it, but it was having a very confusing affect on her.\n\n“I…mrn, I gotta…” Raph didn’t know how to respond. Her words coming out jumbled and more like little sounds. She suddenly felt hyper aware of herself, her eyes darting away from Mikey’s as her instincts started telling her to bolt.\n\nBut then Mikey gently stroked her thigh, and it felt like she’d touched a light socket. Like a brief jolt had streamed through her body. Her chest, her stomach, her slit.\n\nRaph heard a little giggle, and she turned her attention back to Mikey to see the girl adorned with a playful smile, having a hard time trying to hold in her laughter. It took a second for Raph to realize it, but she thought she may have shuddered a moment ago. Without even noticing it somehow. Or maybe Mikey really was a psychic and was having a field day with her head. She wasn’t sure which idea she hated more.\n\n“I don’t think it’s wrong.” Mikey suddenly spoke up again, her voice dripping with a sickeningly sweet sincerity that Raph managed to recognize, “To think about stuff like that, I mean. It’d be weird [b]not[/b] to at least consider it, y'know?”\n\nMikey wasn’t just talking about herself. Raph realized that now. She could tell how her older sibling was feeling, maybe even what she was [i]thinking[/i], and she was trying to make her feel better. This wasn’t the first time Mikey had been able to read her hotheaded sister. To effortlessly dig into her core and pull out exactly what she was thinking, [i]feeling[/i].\n\nMikey had always known what to say to make Raph’s troubles seem farther away. This time was no exception.\n\nMikey continued, calmly resting her chin against her older sister’s shoulder, her breath warm against Raph’s cheek as she spoke. “Besides, it’s not like I only wonder about Leo.”\n\nShe paused.\n\n“Okay, so I think about what his dick looks like a lot.”\n\nRaph snorted, and that quickly turned into a laugh, her cheeks still rosy as she pushed her little sister roughly away, though with no genuine ire in her action at all. Mikey grinned at that. Must’ve gotten the reaction she wanted, Raph could tell. Only Mikey could break the tension as easily as she could cause it, and it was something Raph appreciated about her. Something she loved about her.\n\n“Jesus Mikey! Come on!” She finally felt comfortable saying, wiping a tear from her eye and giving her sibling another nudge away.\n\n“I’m serious dude!” The smaller of the two feigned offense, quickly going back to the nice spot on Raph’s shoulder that she liked so much. “You can’t live with a guy like Leo all your life and not get a little curious!”\n\nRaph rolled her eyes, patting Mikey on the head. “Sure y'can.”\n\n“[b]You[/b] can’t.”\n\nAnd just like that Raph was blushing again, her expression quickly going back to disgruntled irritation. She punched her sister on the arm, which she wondered if Mikey would take as either confirmation or denial of the claim. “Shut up, ya’ dummy.”\n\nThe look in Mikey’s eyes gave her the answer. Mikey decided to continue while she rubbed her own arm.\n\n“Like I was saying, I think about stuff like that all the time. With Donnie…” she looked to the side, and pursed her lips, suddenly getting self-conscious. This time Raph did find her expression cute, but it was also more foreign than others. Mikey was never one to think before she spoke, or at least it never [i]seemed[/i] that way to Raph. After a moment, though, Mikey looked up at the older sister again, her eyes almost puppy-dog like and the flush in her cheeks seemingly growing redder. “…With you…”\n\nThe dark green sister swallowed, and it was in that moment her mind returned to the scent of the room. Their talking seemed to drown out the noise from the beyond the walls, and for a while Mikey managed to distract her from the intense air of their siblings’ coupling, but now it was like everything was coming back at once. Like Mikey’s words opened some sort of floodgate in her body or something.\n\nAnd the smell was all Mikey, or mostly Mikey, even drowning out her own, now. Intoxicatingly sweet and unique, with its own strange tinge that was distinctly her sister’s. Raph wasn’t sure if Mikey had been this turned on the entire time or not, but something told her this was sudden, new.\n\nIt made her feel strange. It made her feel [i][b]wanted[/b][/i].\n\nIt’s not like Raph could say she wasn’t attracted to women. Really for her gender was secondary. She’d learned years ago what really appealed to her was [b]power[/b]. Strength, courage, toned muscles in the arms and thighs. Someone who could take her by surprise with their vigor.\n\nShe also knew that if strength of body were all there was to it, she wouldn’t have found herself thinking about Donnie like that too, once in a blue moon. Just passing thoughts here and there, of how soft her sister’s skin was. How it would feel to glide her fingers across that mostly smooth plastron of hers. How when she’d hear Donnie’s moans she’d once in a while picture herself as the cause, admittedly, though mostly when she found it difficult to focus on a different fantasy.\n\nNo, Donnie was strong in mind, something Raph herself was very proud of. To be related to someone who had endured so much and still came out confident, kind, and powerful in her own way. That thought right now was making her stomach burn.\n\nAnd she could admit, too, that Mikey had her own type of strength as well. It should be easy to see Mikey as a baby sister, and sometimes Raph did, but Mikey always found new ways to surprise her. Ways that would remind her that the youngest had grown herself. Mikey really seemed to just know a person with very little interaction. Her ability to read people was something Raph loved about her, even when it was used against her. Because Mikey would use that gift– a gift she wondered if her orange-clad sister was even aware of– for good. To calm Raph’s nerves. To make her smile. And right now, to make her feel like she wasn’t a freak.\n\nMikey’s strength was in her heart, and knowing Mikey was sharing it with her made her feel more special than she’d realized. Mikey took the time to make her feel like she mattered; she always did. That thought suddenly made Raph’s chest flutter, like there were butterflies in it or something. While the mental image would probably make her sick if she thought of it, the feeling itself was nice. Grounded her a little.\n\nShe opened her mouth to speak and– oh shit. She must have gotten lost in thought or something. Mikey was looking up at her, brows furrowed and cheeks flushed, a small pout on her lips. How long had Raph let her mind wander? Mikey looked absolutely dejected, and that fluttery feeling in her chest was turning into a sting.\n\n“I, I’m sorry.” Was all that came out, and damn it. That wasn’t what she wanted to say either. She shook her head quickly “No wait, shit, I didn’t–”\n\n“It’s cool.” Mikey cut her off, the fakest grin Raph had ever seen spreading across her face. Mikey lifted her head from Raph’s shoulder, the hand that had somehow made it back to Raph’s thigh slowly leaving. “It’s not like I don’t get it. I mean, I don’t expect everyone to think the same way I do.”\n\nRaph’s heart sank. She knew she was bad with words, but damn. How could she have fucked up so badly that the opposite had gotten across? “Mikey, listen to me. I–”\n\n“Oh god, PLEASE. [i][b]PLEASE[/b][/i]!!”\n\nDonnie’s wail of pleasure cut through the tension like a fucking machete, and for the first time that night Raph was grateful to hear her siblings banging a room away. Mikey perked up and focused her eyes on the wall again, and Raph could tell she was contemplating going back. Not that she blamed her, but Raph couldn’t let her think she was unwanted where she was.\n\nWhen the thumping sounds started up again, Mikey began to crawl towards the edge of her bed. Likely to go back to the wall. Raph’s chest was pounding, her head hurt, and she felt like if she stared any harder at her distracted sister she’d pop a blood vessel. She hated thinking too hard about anything, and she was fucking sick of doing it tonight. Had enough of it.\n\n“Heh, wow.” Mikey smiled a bit, clearly impressed by the sounds she heard. “Leo must [b]really[/b] be doing something r–”\n\nShe was pulled out of her train of thought by her older sister, likely taken off guard as Raph gripped her arm and yanked her back. Almost as if performed in one swift motion, Raph clutched the back of Mikey’s head and pulled her into a firm kiss. Raph had shut her own eyes, now. Partly because she didn’t want anything else to suddenly change her mind. Mostly because she was almost afraid to see Mikey react.\n\nShe had to assume the sight would have been something, though, as a free hand slowly traced across Raph’s arm, finding its home right on her shoulder. Almost holding her steady, really, and her own grip loosened a little on her baby sister’s other arm. Raph wasn’t sure how long she had kept her lips pressed to Mikey’s, but Mikey saw fit to tilt her head slightly, letting out a content little hum as she did so. The sound was alarmingly sweet, that fluttering feeling returning to Raph’s chest. It made her heart beat faster, her pulse thrumming as a soft sound she couldn’t stop rumbled in her throat. A churr, she knew; a sound she didn’t make often.\n\nThen Mikey returned it, lips parting to nip and tug at the elder of the two’s. A proper invitation if Raph had ever felt one. She wasted no time in parting her lips in turn, tongue licking at the upper part of her sister’s beak before snaking its way past her teeth. Mikey made another soft sound and Raph suddenly felt the temperature of the room jump up ten degrees. If Mikey felt it too she made no indication, her own tongue now mingling with her sister’s as she playfully tried to block it from exploring her mouth. The hotheaded lass’s grunt elicited another pleasant sound from the little one, finally giving her appendage pause to let her sister explore.\n\nMikey decided to do some exploring of her own, gently sliding her hand from Raph’s shoulder and down across her shell, her finger tracing across the grooves on her scutes in a way that made the elder sister tremble in her grip. She held back a moan and finally started to move her own hand, down Mikey’s arm and then stretching out to stroke where her hip met her thigh. The skin was softer than she imagined, scales so fine and tiny they were practically impossible to feel. Almost invisible on sight, Raph knew, but the few little channels her fingers caught made the freckled girl gasp into her mouth.\n\nIt was only then that the red-clad sibling broke the kiss of her own accord, hand going from Mikey’s head to her neck as she finally opened her eyes. The ones staring back at her felt simultaneously foreign and familiar, the distinct blue color making her feel…right. Like this was natural and normal and so, so worth it. Then there was the expression. Half-lidded and new and alien. A look Raph had never seen on her before and couldn’t properly put into words.\n\nShe just knew it made her breathing grow heavy, and when Mikey flashed a playful grin to go with it, she didn’t have time to process the extent of it before she felt a pair of thick fingers press right above the base of her tail.\n\nRaph let out the most humiliating yelp in surprise, almost losing whatever grip she had on her sibling in the process. Mikey was poorly suppressing her laughter, she could tell, but was very quick to press her cheek against her older sister’s neck, giving sweet little shushing sounds in hot breaths against the skin there.\n\n“Sorry sis,” she cooed, a chaste kiss against Raph’s neck as she slowly and softly began to stroke the dark green tail there. “Didn’t think I’d startle you that much.”\n\nA few responses shuffled through Raph’s head, but in the end they all gave way to an almost breathy grunt. Her brow furrowed as she felt her appendage pulse slightly between her sister’s digits, and not one to be upstaged Raph let her wandering hand slide between the other turtle’s legs, her own fingers pressing the soaked fabric there as her other hand gripped Mikey’s shell to keep her grounded.\n\nThe moan Mikey made in response was far from quiet, mixing in well with the sounds Donnie was making from beyond the walls. Mikey’s cry was cuter, Raph thought, raspy and higher pitched and– and all for her. She caused that sound, and that knowledge ended up pooling in her gut as a powerful heat. She wanted more of it, her fingers gently pressing and stroking those panties against the softer cartilage that was housed within. She was rewarded with another needy moan, followed by several soft sounds and a pleasant churring noise from her sister’s throat. Raph couldn’t help but return it.\n\nThe bold behavior was infectious, or must have been, as Mikey began using that energy she was so well known for. The youngest turtle began to gently press her lower plastron against Raph’s finger, playfully nipping at the elder’s neck and causing Raph to make some enticing sounds of her own. She could feel Mikey smile against her neck as those thick fingers rolled up the red-clad sister’s sensitive tail and to the hem of her panties, giving them a sportive tug. Without even thinking, Raph found herself lifting her pelvis to give her baby sister better access.\n\nThen Mikey’s other hand pressed against her covered cloaca, and she jumped in alarm again. It was clear Mikey was trying to suppress her laughter once more, mouth plunging on the slightly taller turtle’s neck and sucking HARD. The sound Raph made was loud and nearly guttural, her whole body flaring up at the absurd amount of attention the freckled turtle was giving her. Raph scratched aggressively at her sister’s shell, body beginning to shake as Mikey let out a muffled sound against her sibling’s skin. Raph wasn’t thinking about the vibrations she was sending through Mikey’s spine. All she could think about now was getting her fucking panties off her body as quickly as possible.\n\nSurprisingly Mikey was the first to pull back, breathing light and quick as she put distance between herself and her eager sibling. It wouldn’t be for long, Raph was certain, but the loss of lips on her scales, the way Mikey moved her hand away from her crotch, made her suppress a whimper. The hand found purchase on the other side of her printed panties, though, and Mikey began to tug them past Raph’s legs, something the elder of the two was eager to help her do. Raph practically kicked her feet in a fit to get them off faster, almost kicking her sister in the process. Mikey let out another affectionate laugh, lifting the panties to her line of vision.\n\n“Man, it always floors me how much you love my choice in outfits.” She stretched the embarrassing heart print panties in front of them both, and Raph wondered if her nostrils were flaring from the other side of the fabric. “Then again, I do have amazing taste.”\n\nThat couldn’t be farther from the truth. Raph could admit Mikey struck gold once in a while, Donnie’s panties being the best example she could think of, but usually Mikey would pick out the dumbest, tackiest, and most mismatching things for her red-clad sibling. It had always been that way, even when the littlest one went Christmas shopping with their father. Every time Mikey would pick Raph’s pajamas, and every time they looked terrible.\n\nBut Raph would wear them anyway. Because Mikey would claim with utmost sincerity that she picked them out just for her. It was the same with those ugly, childish panties. She loved her sister, so by default she loved those stupid panties, even if seeing Mikey tugging them between her hands didn’t make her feel any more proud of it.\n\n“You know, it makes me really happy when you wear the stuff I pick out.” Mikey almost sounded sheepish as she said it, finally lowering the cloth in her hands. “Like…I don’t know, like you and me are…” Mikey trailed off, and suddenly Raph felt incredibly self-conscious. She was so distracted by her sister that she hadn’t realized her legs were sprawled across the bed, cloaca entirely exposed for the plucky girl to see. And Mikey did, staring almost entranced at the sight before her, and Raph instinctively started to press her legs together.\n\nMikey was quick to drop the undies and grapple her legs, keeping them spread apart for her viewing pleasure. “Pretty~…” She almost said it under her breath, but it was audible enough for Raph to hear, her face going back to the deep red it was moments before. As her sister leaned in for a closer look, Raph planted her hand on Mikey’s forehead, pushing her back somewhat halfheartedly. Mikey huffed a little, blue eyes darting up to bright green with a familiar little pout. “Dude, you can’t get shy [b]now[/b]. You just had your hand on my pussy.”\n\n“Don’t say it like that,” Raph grumbled, eyes darting away as she slowly removed her hand.\n\n“[i][b]Puuussyyy~[/b][/i].” Mikey grinned, emphasizing every syllable with a slow, low tone.\n\nRaph felt her crotch twitch, and she flushed and glared in frustration. There was no way that word should have turned her on so much.\n\nMikey must have read her again, her gaze going back down to her older sister’s crotch with a pleasant hum in victory. Raph knew; Mikey was aware Raph could escape her grip if she really wanted to. It would be obvious either way, Mikey slowly and softly trailing her fingers across Raph’s shins. Her knees. The inside of her thighs. Raph trembled again, Mikey’s fingers stopping on her parting cloaca with a gentle press. Mikey mumbled something Raph couldn’t hear, right against her crotch, her breath oddly cool against the wet heat of it.\n\nHer fingers started to spread Raph’s folds apart, and the air around her exposed flesh made her heat all the more apparent. Mikey whispered a little ‘whoa’ that Raph had almost missed, her breathing becoming unsteady once more and her hands busying themselves with clenching against her sister’s bedding. She felt more naked than she ever had before, like she was some weird art piece that Mikey was trying to study and interpret. She tried to study Mikey’s face, but the more she watched the more vulnerable she felt. Made her want to stop, so she averted her gaze, staring instead at the hallway through the open door as she felt her pizza-loving sibling poke and prod and rub at her sensitive, exposed flesh.\n\n“It’s twitching.” Mikey said, and Raph could just [i]feel[/i] her sibling’s eyes staring up at her.\n\n“No shit.” She answered bluntly, with no real punch behind it. It may have been even less intimidating than she thought; Mikey was snickering a little at her retort.\n\n“I wonder…” Raph didn’t have time to think about what her sister meant before she felt a warm tongue press against her clit. The hothead moaned– [i][b]screamed[/b][/i], her voice more shrill than anything she’d ever heard. She wouldn’t have believed the sound came from her if she hadn’t made it herself.\n\nMikey didn’t relent.\n\nThat sound must have spurned her on something fierce as the youngest turtle started to lap against the twitching little button with long, firm licks. Raph tried her hardest to hold in any sounds, but the churrs would escape against her will. Mikey would always respond involuntarily, her tongue rumbling against Raph’s delicate flesh and causing her mind to swim.\n\nWith Mikey’s hands spreading her cloaca, Raph took the opportunity to wrap her legs around her sister, thighs clenching as she planted them on her shell with a firm press. She needed to occupy her hands, so one left its struggle with her sister’s blanket and planted itself on the little prankster’s head, taking all her willpower not to shove her face further against her lower plastron.\n\nThe other girl must have taken it as an invitation; she pulled back ever so slightly to lower her face, tongue sliding with it and darting past her sister’s lower lips. Mikey swiveled her organ around the walls, beak nudging the larger turtle’s still exposed clit.\n\n“Mikey, holy shit!” Raph felt her entire body shake uncontrollably, the flaming knot in her gut giving way as her lower half began to spasm once, twice, a third time in near succession. She clenched her eyes shut, gripped Mikey’s head, and gave two firm jerks of her hips before catching herself, yanking her little sister off of her cloaca with great reluctance.\n\nMikey sputtered slightly, which soon turned into a bubbling laugh as she looked up at her older sister. “Dude, were you trying to drown me?”\n\n“You tried…to drown yourself…!” Was the only protest she could make, her legs feeling like jelly as she slid them off her sibling’s shell. She was panting, low yet light, trying to quickly collect herself from a pleasant high. She felt her body shake again, eyes lazily looking down at Mikey resting between her legs.\n\nThe tinier terrapin stared up at her in awe, wiping an arm across her lips before giving them a light lick. “Raph…your smile is gorgeous.”\n\n“Wha…?” She was smiling; she hadn’t even realized it. Ultimately Raph shrugged, feeling herself twitch again as she remained basked in the afterglow. “What can I say? I feel pretty good.”\n\n“I’ll bet.” Mikey replied, wrapping her arms around her sister’s shell and nuzzling up against her stomach. She kept her eyes on the elder one, expression sweet and knowing as she began to kick her legs. “Seriously, though. You’re beautiful. Like, everyone says Donnie’s the pretty sister. And she is. Like reeeeally hot–er,” Mikey seemed to have caught herself before getting lost on that thought, “But I think it’s you. Always have.”\n\nRaph honestly didn’t know what to say to that. She always thought she was a catch, sure, but when compared to her long legged twin or her tender-faced baby sister, she found it pretty difficult to compete. “Okay.” Was all that came out, and Mikey was quick to respond.\n\n“It’s not just 'okay’!” The smaller sibling huffed, shifting herself to sit on her knees so she was face to face with the elder of the two. “You’re hot, sis! You’ve got those strong arms, those pouty lips…” Mikey lowered her lids, fingers caressing the hotheaded woman’s carapace.\n\n“…a thick shell…”\n\nHer fingers slid to Raph’s legs, kneading at the muscles underneath them. She couldn’t help letting out a low sigh, the rough touch of her sister’s skin and the expression on her face serving to bring more heat to her lower gut.\n\n“…and these thick, firm thighs~…”\n\n“Damn it, Mikey…” The broad terrapin exhaled, heart thrumming in her chest once again. Mikey wouldn’t take her eyes off of her, tail wagging more aggressively than Raph had ever seen. It was pretty clear what her sister was up to, and Raph quickly decided if there was going to be another round the freckled turtle wouldn’t be left out this time.\n\nShe didn’t even need to think about it. Raph gripped her sister by the wrists and yanked her off, rolling the smaller turtle onto her shell. Mikey started to laugh, crawling backwards to rest her head on her pillow. Raph quirked her brow. “Really?”\n\nThe other turtle just shrugged in response, hands going to the hem of her panties as she began to slowly slide them off. Raph was quick to the punch again, though, gripping her wrists and pulling them away. She all but tore the garment off her sister’s legs, flinging them somewhere off the bed.\n\n“Careful! Those are my favo–ah!” Mikey cut herself off when she felt Raph press her broad fingers against her inner thighs, rubbing firm circles around the skin she found there. Raph could hear her sister begin to hum contently, and she took the moment to spread her legs a little further apart. Mikey clearly invited the gesture, tail rapidly swishing across the sheets underneath her. “Like what you see~?”\n\nThe red-clad turtle snorted, her lips curling into a bit of a smirk at the inquiry. She took a quick moment to soak in the sight before her: one of her lovely siblings sprawled out in front of her, lustful gaze fixated on her as she looked at the smaller turtle’s quivering slit.\n\n“Fuck…” Raph pressed her beak against her cloaca, inhaling sharply before letting out a puff of air against the sensitive area. Mikey moaned in response, and Raph could feel her muscles tremble in her grip. “Y'look amazing, Mikey.”\n\nIt was Mikey who was blushing this time, her glowing smile and rosy cheeks only adding to the marvel before the elder girl. The heat in her stomach was starting to burn all over again, and she knew there was no reason to hold herself back any longer.\n\nShe decided to give her sibling the same treatment she had been given, pressing the flat of her tongue just below her slit and firmly dragging it across. This elicited a raspy moan from the turtle above, so Raph was quick to do it again. And again. And again. Each time soaking in the cries and churrs her sister was making in response. Mikey’s plush cloaca trembled against her lips, and it gave Raph all the more incentive to move her hands and spread it apart herself.\n\nThe scent was intoxicating. It hit her nostrils like a fucking truck. She let out a chuckle, one darker than intended, staring the smaller turtle directly in her lovely baby-blue eyes. “Damn. I almost can’t believe how much you’re gettin’ off to this.” It was true in a way; before tonight she’d never assume Mikey was [i]this[/i] into her, or any of their siblings, really. Well, maybe it was more that she didn’t assume it was to this extreme. That Mikey was THIS into any one of them enough to try pursuing the opportunity.\n\n“O-of course,” the orange-clad turtle stuttered, her look once again difficult for Raph to read. Content? Impish?…Horny? “Having you all in the same room, doing…” she gestured across herself, voice suddenly dropping in volume, “It’s like a dream come true~.”\n\nHorny. Obviously horny.\n\nRaph quickly realized she loved horny Mikey, her sister spreading her legs even farther apart. Farther than Raph even thought she [i]could[/i]. Was she taking gymnastics? Did she do some strange sort of yoga regimen in private? Raph would have to ask later if she even remembered, because right now all she could think about was how badly she wished she could fold those legs over her sibling’s plastron and…and…\n\nJesus, a dick would be great right about now.\n\nInstead she planted her mouth back against the heat of her sibling, Mikey now holding her own legs apart as she let out a soft moan at the feeling of Raph’s ministrations. The older of the two lapped up every bit of fluid she could, reckless and sloppy like a starved animal, making the sweet girl let out soft cries of approval and very gentle giggles in response.\n\nMikey’s tail was beginning to smack her across the chin, and frankly Raph was impressed that her tail was being more vocal than the turtle who owned it was. Still Raph would prefer her sister be a little louder, so she let one of her hands slide down to Mikey’s tail, firmly pressing it between her fingers.\n\n“A-ah, Raph~!” Mikey’s legs convulsed in her own grip, her tail pulsing between the hothead’s thick digits. Raph lowered herself slightly to lick at the small appendage, causing her baby sister to let out another needy groan. Raph suddenly felt like she had hit gold, humming contently as she once again looked up at her sibling’s flushed face.\n\n“That’s more like it, beautiful.”\n\nRaph slipped the tip of her tail past her lips and began to suck on it. Mikey quickly became a mess, babbling out moans and whines and what Raph could swear was a 'shit’ in there somewhere. None the less the slightly larger terrapin continued to suck and lick, swirling her tongue along the sensitive skin while her fingers firmly stroked the fine scales underneath them.\n\nShe could tell this was turning Mikey on way more than anything she was doing prior, but Raph wasn’t done playing with her cunt just yet. She made sure Mikey’s tail was nice and wet, first, putting as much of it in her mouth as she could and slowly sliding it out. The strangled cry Mikey made went straight to her slit, and she moved her head back to her crotch as she let her fat digits fondle and stroke the slick surface of her tail.\n\nAs the red-clad woman began a slow and firm assault on her slit, she assumed Mikey was in heaven. Her legs were shaking violently, so much so that Raph had to grip one of them herself to keep it steady. Her baby sister was panting, tongue dangling out her mouth for a moment before she licked her lips hungrily. It was hard to tell if Mikey was even [i]looking[/i] at her, but the elder’s efforts were no doubt appreciated, indicated by the volume of the younger’s voice. With each lap and flick of her tongue Mikey’s voice rose higher and higher, her words less and less coherent.\n\nIt drove Raph wild. Having this much control over her sister’s pleasure was like a natural high she never wanted to come down from. She became a little bolder, the thumb on Mikey’s tail sliding up to brush experimentally across the tight hole present. It’s not something Raph had thought of often, admittedly, and she was pretty sure guys liked attention there more, but she was looking for any fresh way to get her sibling to keep singing that sweet music.\n\nThat did the trick, surprisingly. Mikey began to scream, her lower body practically humping Raph’s face to get herself closer to that sweet sensation. Raph could tell her sister was about to burst like a fucking damn, and lord help her she was going to make it happen. She opened her mouth wide, lifted her thumb to press against that ring again, Mikey now nothing more than a wriggling mess repeating herself as if she was reciting a mantra.\n\n“Please, please, please, please please please pleasepleaseplease–”\n\nThere was a sudden thump against the wall behind them, quickly followed by another. More followed rapidly until there was nary a break between them.\n\nThey’d forgotten all about Leo and Donnie during their coitus; the two must have stopped at some point, but were starting back up again. Raph tried to keep her focus back on Mikey, pausing only for a brief moment when the first two sounds had hit. Even then she couldn’t shake off the thought that maybe she and Mikey were the cause of it. Mikey’s door was open after all, and if they could hear Donnie crystal clear, there was no way the two of them wouldn’t have been able to hear Mikey. Hear [b][i]her[/i][/b], calling one another’s names with all the longing and desire either could muster.\n\nShe wanted to touch herself so badly, but getting her sister off was something she was determined to accomplish.\n\nWell, it was until Mikey sat all the way up, pushing her sibling’s head away from her slick cloaca. Raph tried to push back in protest, but Mikey looked down at her with an expression Raph could actually read. Soft yet playful, caked with a smile that was both as sweet as it was intimidating.\n\n“Stop,” Mikey began, trying to pry Raph’s needy hands from her appendages, a low moan slipping past her lips as the older sibling took her time sliding her fingers off her tail, “haaa–…I wanna try something.”\n\n“[b]NOW[/b]?” Raph was in disbelief, really. She knew Mikey could be easily distracted, but this was hardly the time for her to lose focus. Even with her sister looking at her so eagerly, she found it hard to agree to the request.\n\nThe request for what, exactly?\n\nDonnie was once again audible from the other room, though, and the elder terrapin couldn’t help but notice Mikey bouncing a little once the wanton moaning started again. “Yes, now. I think you’re gonna like it.” Mikey was already gripping Raph’s shoulders, trying to get her sister to switch positions. “You’ll see. Sit up.”\n\nVery begrudgingly, Raph complied with the smaller girl’s behest, planting her ass on the bed once more as Mikey firmly kept a grasp on her shoulder with one hand. She used the other to tug on Raph’s knees, trying to get her to spread her legs out. With a roll of her eyes Raph followed the request, letting out a snort in frustration as she did so. She was quickly losing the high she had gotten mere moments ago; what was the point of this when she was seconds away from getting Mikey off just before?\n\nA small part of her mind was telling her to leave again, and she knew Mikey could tell. Her baby sister, now satisfied with Raph’s position, crawled onto one of her legs and planted it between herself, giving the slightly taller turtle a chaste, tender kiss on the lips.\n\n“Shhh….just shut your eyes…” Her words were a light whisper, uncharacteristic of Mikey, but that somehow made Raph more willing to follow her instruction. “…and listen.”\n\nWith a slightly annoyed sigh the hothead complied. She felt Mikey rest her weight against her plastron, her ear slits catching the almost rhythmic beating of her brother’s bedpost against the wall, and it was…oddly comforting. Donnie’s voice was too, in fact, always was as far as Raph was concerned. Hearing it rise in volume and pitch had an affect on her as well, one she welcomed immensely.\n\nDonnie’s cries were all too familiar to the bulkier turtle, but this time it was different. Needy, lustful…it made Raph shiver as she tried to picture Donnie’s face, her position on their older brother’s bed. She wouldn’t doubt Donnie was holding onto him for dear life, keening and groaning and begging him for more. She could easily picture her gangly legs wrapped around the lower half of his shell, demanding him to push further in her own little way, lithe fingers no doubt scratching at his carapace when his cock found her g-spot. Based on her taller twin’s needy call for more, Raph was pretty sure he just found it.\n\nLeo, too, was something she started to picture. Though his sounds were much harder to pick up over Donnie’s, his arousal was clear to Raph in other ways. The creaking of the bed, the pheromones in the air; even with Mikey’s scent and Donnie’s moans of bliss, Raph could still pick Leo out in that mess. He’d be naked by now, no doubt; plastron against plastron as he drove himself into their sister. The expression on his face…she tried to picture that, too, but it was difficult. She could feel her cheeks flushing again, imagining him looking down at…looking down [i]with[/i] that cool expression he often had. There’d be more to it though. A sort of spark and intensity in his eyes, maybe stemming from lust, or– or maybe a tender playfulness.\n\nHe would kiss at Donnie’s neck, or maybe he would bite at it, lovingly lapping and licking at any marks he left as he held her hips in place. He’d use the leverage and Donnie’s encouragement to lose his restraint, thrusting much faster and harder once he knew it was safe. She couldn’t stop herself from thinking about how it must have felt. To feel something that warm and thick thrusting like a piston in and out of…o-of…\n\nRaph yelped out in surprise, eyes darting open as she felt something thick push past her folds with a great amount of ease. It took her a second to register what was going on, and she had to assume that was Mikey’s plan all along. Her little sister started to trail kisses against the side of her neck, tail thwapping against her leg as she continued to penetrate the larger turtle with her broad finger. Raph inhaled sharply at the sudden stimuli, her muscles starting to clench as Mikey began to slide her finger back out.\n\n“Want me to stop?” the younger gave her neck a light nuzzle with her beak before pulling away, her expression showing a hint of worry despite the soft smile spread across it. “I should’ve asked if it was cool first. I just wanted to surprise you, but…”\n\nRaph couldn’t imagine her own expression now, but she was quick to grab her baby sister’s hand while she kept her eyes on her. She shook her head quickly before leaning down to kiss the freckled turtle for what must have been the third time that night. Hard, but not forceful. Mikey made the sweetest sound against her lips, already nipping at them with playful affection before Raph pulled her head back.\n\n“G'ahead.” Even though Raph herself was sure that wasn’t even a real word, Mikey lit up like she understood. Of course she did; Raph couldn’t help but smile at the thought.\n\n“In that case, lemme see your hand.” Yet another weird request from the overly excited terrapin, but considering how good her track record has been that night Raph found it difficult to turn down or even question at that point. She let go of Mikey’s wrist and started to lift her arm to the girl’s line of vision. Mikey snorted a laugh, grabbing Raph’s wrist this time and planting a kiss on her middle finger. Cuteness aside, the muscular turtle didn’t see much point to it.\n\nAt least, she didn’t until Mikey wrapped her lips around it, tongue slowly swirling along the scales as she sunk the digit deeper into her mouth. Mikey stared at her, too, the entire way through, expression going from something innocent to…to something else. Something Raph could only register as 'fucking hot’. It probably shouldn’t have turned her on, but it did, and that was fine. This was better than fine.\n\nThis was perfect.\n\nMikey kept her gaze fixated on her sister as she began to roll her hips against her thigh, fingers tracing Raph’s labia in soothing motions. Raph shuddered at the touch, her free arm once again finding Mikey’s shell to keep her steady. Maybe keep them both steady, really. She could hear Donnie crying out from the other room, telling Leo to do whatever he was doing again, and it almost felt like they were in the same room. If she weren’t so fixated on her sister’s display, she may have closed her eyes again just to try to picture it.\n\nShe suddenly felt Mikey’s thumb, now slick with her own juices, massaging her clit, sending a jolt through her system she welcomed so eagerly. Raph didn’t even bother to hold back a desperate moan, rocking her own pelvis right against her sister’s hand. She could feel Mikey giggle against her finger, but she was too distracted to give a damn, eager to get that wet friction to continue once again. When Mikey finally plunged her finger back within Raph’s heat, it started to become hard to think. She felt the wet appendage slide against her folds, sending tingles through her shell and making the burning sensation in her gut begin to flare up. It may not have been a dick, but it was more than enough for her, and she started to churr continuously. Uncontrollably.\n\nThat must have been a sign for Mikey, who released her finger with a light pop before leaning her head up and pressing her cheek against her sister’s. She let out a faint churr herself, free hand now returning to Raph’s shoulder as she began to speak lowly. “Mmn…okay, put it in.”\n\nRaph wasn’t sure if she [b]could[/b]; Mikey’s cloaca was grinding firmly against her leg in slow motions. If Raph were able to think more clearly, she’d likely wonder if that even felt good. Not knowing what Mikey was after she pressed the finger to her sister’s hood, giving Mikey’s clit the same ministrations that her sister was giving to her.\n\nWith a loud, strangled cry, Mikey firmly nudged Raph’s head with her own, her grip on the larger terrapin’s shoulder tightening. “N-no! My tail, i-in my tail, please!” Raph could almost swear it came out a little pained, but as soon as she moved her hand Mikey was quick to react, kissing her cheek and nipping at her chin with little whispers of encouragement.\n\nMaybe that was too much stimulation, Raph thought with what little rationale she still had. If that were the case she couldn’t imagine the alternative feeling any better. Still Raph pressed her finger where she had a little while before, rubbing the ring of muscle at the base of her sister’s flailing tail. There was hesitation, and she knew Mikey could tell; the orange-clad sibling’s tail began to coil around Raph’s hand, no doubt Mikey’s way of trying to encourage the action.\n\nAt least that’s what Raph hoped, because a second later her finger was penetrating the hole, and dear god, even with all the moisture she felt like her finger was being crushed. There was no way this could have felt good. If this is how her finger felt, Mikey must have felt like she was being torn apart. When she heard the other girl wince Raph stilled herself; she was mostly in, and she noticed her sister’s finger had stilled inside her as well. Mikey’s breathing was light and quick, and aside from that, the only sounds came from the other room.\n\nAfter what felt like eternity, the tinier turtle began to churr, muscles tensing and untensing around the digit inside her. She began to rock her hips again, this time letting out soft moans as her tail removed itself from Raph’s hand and began to swish against it.\n\n“Yeeeeah…” It came out faint, but content. Before Raph could even think to ask Mikey if it hurt at all, her sister had begun thrusting into her again at an impressive pace, finger pressing against a wall that caused her breath to hitch. It was like…she didn’t even know. Almost how getting her clit massaged felt, she guessed, like Mikey was on the verge of finding buried treasure or something. Raph opened her mouth again, but Mikey spoke up first, almost whining as she started to tug on Raph’s shoulder. “Mooove…please…!”\n\nOh, right. Her finger. Raph began to thrust it in and out of her sibling’s tail, earning her more audible moans of pleasure in return. It was clear Mikey was enjoying…whatever the hell this was, ass practically bouncing against the digit and she continued to grind herself against the darker turtle’s skin with reckless abandon. Raph let out a groan herself, in fact, as she felt Mikey slide her other finger inside her cunt with an unexpected use of force.\n\nThe red-clad sister’s walls convulsed against the intrusion as she cried out, both digits thankfully soaked from her own arousal. She felt so full, Mikey slowing down to help her adjust to the additional girth. It was appreciated, but Raph wanted that sensation back. The one that made her feel like…fuck, she just wanted it back.\n\n“Just…fuck me already, will ya?!” The words came out without thinking, but Mikey took the hint pretty quick, once again thrusting into her older sister with reckless abandon. Raph did her best to return the favor, arm gripping the top of her shell and finger driving into Mikey with increasing ease.\n\nMikey boldly paused to spread her fingers apart, and Raph felt like she was on fire. She didn’t even bother holding back a moan, her body trembling as she pulled her sister close. Practically embracing her; her arm moved and her fingers dug against her carapace, making Mikey moan in turn. With a firm exhale the prankster pressed her fingers back together and began to thrust again, faster and harder, as if trying to reach unexplored territory.\n\nHoly shit, did she find it.\n\nFor a split second Raph’s mind went completely blank, and her whole body racked with a pleasure she’d never felt before. Without even thinking she started to scream, not caring if what came out of her mouth was even understandable.\n\n“There! [b]There[/b]! Jesus Christ Mikey, hit me there again! God damn it!!”\n\nShe was humping her little sister’s hand and she didn’t even care. All she wanted was to feel that again, even if she had to make it happen herself. Mikey’s laughter barely registered in her head, but thankfully what did was her sibling’s eager fingers, grinding and prodding and pushing until she could locate that sweet spot again. \nRaph was not at all silent when she did, her fingers scratching against Mikey’s carapace in a way that no doubt caused immense vibrations throughout her system.\n\nThey were both babbling incoherently now, minds lost to anything but the sounds, scents, and sensations they were both experiencing. Mikey’s head turned up and without a moment’s pause Raph was immediately on her mouth, lips crushing and tongues clashing sloppily as a symphony of moans and thrums and slapping sounds continued to fill the room.\n\nThe sound of Donnie screaming Leo’s name penetrated their senses, and it was the last thing they needed to throw them both over the edge. Somehow it was Mikey who came first, screaming against her sister’s mouth as her body shook intensely in the elder’s grip. Raph could feel her muscles clench around her finger, her shoulder in a death grip as Mikey continued to ram her finger against her g-spot. The sensations made her own orgasm almost immediate, scratching her fingers across Mikey’s shell in response. She was practically crying from the unnatural, blinding bliss her orgasm caused, her walls clamping down on Mikey’s fingers and her body tremoring uncontrollably. She felt her younger sister cry out again, felt her body tremble a second time as she let out a another shrill cry; Mikey must have came again, smaller this time, and the twitching against Raph’s leg was enough to prove that.\n\nThe two were now a shivering mass in one another’s grip, both panting heavily with weak sounds escaping them. Raph was the first to make a move, her finger sliding out from beneath Mikey’s tail. The girl sighed loudly, almost contently, Raph thought, and soon she slid her own drenched fingers slowly out of her strong sister. Raph let out an indignant sound akin to a hiccup at the loss of that fullness, but the other turtle was quick to sprinkle kisses along the elder’s chin. Quick to fill her ear slits with sweet, quiet praise and compliments. Raph let the little words wash over her; they weren’t really needed, but considering the source they were comforting all the same.\n\nIt took a couple more minutes before either of them felt calm enough to move any more than that, Raph flopping backwards onto the bottom half of the bed and taking Mikey with her. She was finally beginning to catch up with the rest of the world. Leo and Donnie were dead silent. The room still smelled of them, all of them, but no longer as intensely. Her thigh was soaked, but she didn’t care. Couldn’t. Her mind was simultaneously alert and exhausted as she was still coming down from her high.\n\n“That…was so awesome…” Mikey was the first to speak, affectionately nuzzling Raph’s cheek as she did. She tried to sprawl out on her older sister, but she just didn’t have the energy, one arm draping over her while the other rested lazily on the bed.\n\n“So awesome…” Raph repeated her sibling, her lips curling into a smile. Maybe a smirk. It was hard for Raph to tell; she was basking in the afterglow, the hand on her sister’s shell sliding to firmly wrap around her. It was a strange sensation, one that her normal nights alone in bed didn’t give her. She felt like she could run a marathon and sleep for a thousand years at the same time. She wanted to make breakfast in the dead of night, and cuddle her sister until she passed out. It was a weird feeling, but one she welcomed.\n\nOne she wanted to experience again.\n\n“Say uh, Mikey,” Raph started, her sister lifting her head to give her attention. “about uh…about all this…” She proceeded to gesture over them with her free hand, again hoping Mikey would get the idea. She wasn’t exactly the best with words, and her sister seemed to be batting a thousand tonight.\n\n“You wanna do it again?” Mikey smiled that playful, eager smile Raph enjoyed so much, and the larger turtle was quick to nod in response. “That’s great! Oh, but uh, maybe not tonight.” Mikey nestled her face against Raph’s neck, making cute little sounds while she did. “Kinda too winded for a round two. Or three or whatever.”\n\n“Not right [b]now[/b], ya’ knucklehead.” Raph halfheartedly fwapped her on the back of the head, causing the smaller turtle to laugh against her skin. “But, uh…yeah. Soon.”\n\n“It’s a date, then.” Mikey responded, finally crawling off of Raph. She grabbed one of hers arms and began to tug. “Come on. We’re sleeping under the covers.”\n\n“I don’t wanna moooove,” the older one feigned a whine, her smile widening to a grin as she tried to keep herself weighed down. Mikey broke out in a light laugh, which is what Raph wanted; she got up and crawled to the top of the bed.\n\n“Yep, we’re definitely doing this again. You’re like super fun after sex.”\n\nRaph just shrugged, crawling under the blanket as soon as Mikey flung the blanket up. “We ain’t even gonna clean up first?”\n\n“I’ll bet [i]they[/i] didn’t.” Mikey grinned, snickering a little as she draped the covers over the two of them. She nudged herself as close as she could to Raph, cuddling up to her the same way she did any time she snuck into the elder’s room after a particularly bad dream. There was a familiar comfort in this that Raph appreciated; it felt right. It probably shouldn’t have, but that didn’t matter to her. At that moment nothing felt more natural than having her arms wrapped around Mikey as the small terrapin rested her head against her chest.\n\n“I bet it was fun for them too,” Mikey continued, a sweet little yawn escaping her, “At least it sounded like it… Think they heard us?”\n\nThe red-clad turtle tried and failed not to laugh, her grip on her little sister tightening slightly. “Are ya’ kidding? We had the door wide open! If we could hear them, there’s no way they didn’t hear us, you dork.” She was amazed that thought never crossed Mikey’s mind; she was half convinced she was playing dumb, but it [i]was[/i] Mikey after all. Her mind worked in mysterious ways.\n\n“Oh…Oh yeah. That makes sense.” Raph could feel Mikey curling into her plastron slightly, trying to get comfortable. Or maybe she was embarrassed. Hard to say with her, but the fact that she draped an arm over the hothead’s side gave her some bit of a clue. “In that case, do you think they’d be cool with doing it in the same room next time?”\n\nThat wasn’t something she was expecting to hear, but considering the way the night had gone it wasn’t exactly surprising either. Raph let out a low chuckle at the thought, but she was pretty sure her heart was beating a little faster. “Psht, those two? Forget it.” She said it to herself just as much as to her sister, patting the girl on the back. “'Sides, it’d be too tempting to try ta’ join in.”\n\nShe didn’t feel uncomfortable saying it, even if she tried to be halfhearted about it. After tonight she had a feeling it would be easier to be upfront with Mikey, at least about stuff like this. That thought alone gave her a bit of comfort as she shut her eyes, quietly beginning to drift off to sleep.\n\n“…For us, or for [i][b]them[/b][/i]?”\n\nHer eyes shot open, and she could almost [b]feel[/b] Mikey’s grin in her voice, feel it against her plastron. The comment set the cogs in the older turtle’s brain to work. Like it all started to come together at once.\n\nEven though the door was wide open, even though their coupling was probably just as blatant, Leo and Donnie didn’t stop. In fact, they started up [i]again[/i]. Raph remembered thinking that earlier in passing; the reality– the [b]possibility[/b] of it just now hitting her. Even in her head it felt right. Like maybe everything she’d been worried about before was for nothing.\n\nIt made her feel elated.\n\nShe exhaled, letting out a breath she had no idea she was holding in to begin with. “Let’s ask 'em.” Mikey’s head immediately shot up, looking at her sister with the widest eyes Raph had ever fucking seen. “Maybe they’d be okay with it. Or, y'know…” she began to mutter a bit, suddenly finding it difficult to finish her sentence out loud. “…more than just sharin’ a room.”\n\nMikey practically leapt up from the bed, throwing the covers off of herself. “We can ask them right now! They gotta be–oof!”\n\nRaph was quick to tug Mikey back under the covers, back into her embrace with an amused laugh. She was impressed with Mikey’s enthusiasm; how the blue-eyed turtle was able to recover so quickly was something to be respected.\n\n“Slow down there sister,” Raph held her tight, planting a quick kiss on her temple. “They prolly wanna sleep just as much as we do.”\n\n“Oh yeah.” Mikey yawned again, as if she suddenly remembered she was tired. “Tomorrow then?”\n\n“Soon,” Raph actually matched her yawn, once again shutting her eyes with her darling sister in her arms. “We’ll think of some way t’ get the point across.”\n\nMikey let out a content sigh, lovingly nestled in Raph’s embrace as the larger turtle felt her start to drift off. She wasn’t too far behind, feeling more comfortable than she had since they were kids. Hopefully, it could only get better from here.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Raph could smell them.

Having shared a bed with her sisters and brother long ago, she was no stranger to their unique scents. Of course she hadn’t bothered to distinguish them until puberty rolled around.

She wasn’t sure why. Didn’t even try. Just sort of happened.

Leo’s was the easiest for her to pick out. It was so much stronger, more distinct from her sisters when they were teens. It was no secret as to why. Probably not to any of them, really. The four of them were always pretty close, and as a child she used to cling to him like glue. She idolized him, really, back then. Saw him as a strong protector that she one day hoped to be as well. To match him in power.

There was much more to it than that. Something else she knew; something that she hated. Maybe it was because he was the only boy she was close to other than her father. Maybe it was the way he was always so patient with the three of them. With Donnie the few times she would whip out her scathing wit against him. With Mikey, who was always vying for anyone and everyone’s attention. Even with Raph herself, who was just as quick to anger as she was to break down in tears.

No, it was more than that. It had to be or else it wouldn’t bother her so much. Would be easier to ignore.

As a teenager she learned to push those thoughts back. Let them sit in her chest until it felt like bile inside of her. For a while she could say she almost hated her brother, and was constantly looking for excuses to get upset with him. Luckily for her, Leo had started to give her plenty.

She was glad she’d gotten over that resentment. That she could, for the most part, see her brother as just that. Well, at least she could when he wasn’t trying to replace her father instead. Leo always had this authoritarian tinge to him that became worse the older he got. Puberty, Raph thought. Or too much time being dad’s favorite. Either way it stuck, and it was probably one of the only things about him that still dug under her skin.

That and the smell.

That scent he gave off when he sometimes kept a watch on them. It was obvious what it was. Obvious to all of them, Raph was certain, even if she and her sisters never discussed it. How could they, after all, when they did the same thing?

It’s not like they had any control over it. He was only reacting to them. That’s what Donnie had told them when they were younger. Raph didn’t get her explanation entirely, but she gathered the gist of it. When they were giving off a scent, he’d react and to it the same way in turn. It was natural, and just sort of something unspoken amongst them. It’s not like anything would come of it.

At least that’s what she thought.

When she heard Leo and Donnie run up the stairs, both their aromas were more heady than they’d ever been. Mixed and powerful and– oh god, it made her every bit as angry as it made her blush. She hated it. Hated it so much.

She was sure Mikey had smelled them too, or at least heard them, her chipper little sister quickly pressing the side of her head against the wall to the room next door. Raph had rolled her eyes at her goofy sibling’s actions. Mikey’s bedroom door was wide open, after all. Unless Leo and Donnie were going to whisper there was no doubt they’d be able to hear it.

Besides, they both heard Donnie from downstairs minutes prior. Turns out she isn’t exactly subtle.

“Y'know,” Raph started, her hands resting on her little sister’s bed, “It’s prolly not gonna be that excitin’ just to listen.”

The youngest either wasn’t listening or didn’t care, tail intently wagging from above the hem of her pizza print panties and seemingly paying the other girl no mind at all.

Raph let out a little snort, the corner of her lip curling further downwards. It wasn’t enough that Leo drew Donnie’s attention; he had to draw in Mikey’s too. She folded her arms and firmly pressed her covered ass against the bed, the shift in weight seemingly drawing her sister’s attention. At least Raph thought it did. For a minute Mikey looked like she was in thought. Maybe considering what she had said. In the end, though, she placed a tender hand against the wall, her expression shifting to one Raph could only describe as ‘determined’. She’d probably find it cute if it weren’t for the circumstances.

It wasn’t like the red-clad sister was mad at Mikey. Hell, not Donnie either. It was fine that Donnie was getting Leo’s attention, and it wasn’t a shock to her either. Raph could rightfully admit she wasn’t the most observant of her siblings, but over time it became obvious even to her that Leo was paying Donnie extra notice. It’s why Mikey spent her tip money on those lace panties for her, after all. When it came to matters of the heart, Mikey always seemed to know first. Sometimes, Raph thought, even best.

No, she wasn’t mad that Mikey’s focus was drawn to the others. She wasn’t mad that Donnie was getting Leo’s attention.

She was mad that she wasn’t, and that knowledge just made her more pissed off.

Pissed at Leo for playing favorites, and pissed at herself for actually giving a shit.  As a kid the fact that he was her brother is what made her put distance between them. Back then it seemed weird and stupid and wrong.

Now here they were around a decade later, and her older brother and twin sister were a wall apart from them, doing…

She wanted to scream, but she settled for slamming her fist against the overly soft mattress instead. It didn’t have the impact she was hoping for, but it made her feel a little better, at least.

It must have caught Mikey’s attention. Because the next time Raph was actually aware of it those large blue eyes were on her, with a look that…Raph didn’t know what to call it. Concern? Pity? Before the little freckled one could say anything, Raph tossed the girl’s old teddy bear at her. To hopefully get the point across that she didn’t want to talk about it.

She was a little surprised that it worked, or she would have been if it wasn’t clear that the sounds on the other side of the wall had caught her easily distracted sibling’s attention again. Raph could tell they were saying words, from where she was. Just not what was being said. It was fine. She honestly didn’t want to know. The more she sat there thinking about it the more she didn’t want to HEAR it.

It didn’t matter. She could still smell it. It was fine for a brief time with Leo’s door closed, but it seemed her nostrils were better than she thought. Raph actually pinched her beak in a show of disdain. Mostly for her own amusement, she guessed, but she felt childish for it real quick.

Then she heard Donnie moan. Loud and clear as if they were all in the same room.

Raph opened her mouth and inhaled through it, the sound warming her cheeks well before she even realized it. Again, Donnie’s moans weren’t foreign to her. Their rooms weren’t too far away from each other, so she’d heard the sounds herself through the walls from time to time. Donnie had probably heard her, now that she was thinking about it. Like her sister she wasn’t exactly quiet either; she could admit now. There was no shame in it. Completely natural. But hearing those familiar moans now, under these conditions…

She unplugged her nose, and oh god did she regret it right away. Now it smelled like they were in the same fucking room too, her brother’s musk sifting through her nostrils with more intensity than Donnie’s had a moment before. It made it harder not to think about what they were doing in there. Damn it, she KNEW what they were doing in there. She didn’t need the present reminders, thank you very much.

She shifted to turn around, head to her own room, when another smell hit her beak. Raph’s face flushed immediately. Shit, it was hers. She hadn’t noticed until she tried to move, but as soon as she did the scent filled the room more than Leo’s ever could. Her stupid heart print underwear was already starting to feel wet, warm; suddenly it felt like her heart was going to bust right through her plastron.

She was certain Mikey could smell her too. There was no doubt about it. She was positive because she could smell Mikey too, the tiny turtle’s tail wagging furiously. Like she was a dog with a bone or something.

Okay, shit, bad analogy.

While her sister’s little tail wouldn’t make for a powerful fan, it was enough to drag the odor in her direction. Strangely sweet, if pungent, and for fuck’s sake it was mixing with the other smells. This was too much for Raph. Four potent aromas in one room, the muffled sounds of her sister’s moans and cries; it was starting to make her head spin. She had to leave and she knew it. Take a cold shower or– or spend some time alone in her room. Something. She didn’t care what as long as she was away from it.

“You’re thinking about it too, huh?”

Mikey’s voice broke through the muddled symphony Donnie was releasing, and it about gave Raph a heart attack. She jumped a little on the mattress, her eyes quickly darting to her sister.

“What it’s like, I mean.” Mikey still wasn’t looking at her, and the hot headed girl wasn’t sure if it was for her sake or the orange-clad one’s own.

Raph let out a little grunt at the question. That’s what Mikey was thinking about right now? Not how awkward it was, or how they probably shouldn’t be listening, or– hell, how she was ignoring the sister who she herself invited into her room to hang, only to lose interest as soon as their horny siblings start banging essentially feet away?

“Who cares?” she lied, hoping Mikey would accept the shutdown and drop it. She usually did. Mikey seemed to know Raph better than anyone at times. She wasn’t like Donnie, who would be hurt by such a thing. Nor was she like Leo, who would try to dig at Raph until she’d blow up at him with a straight answer.

So of course, the response surprised her a little.

“I do. I mean, I’ve never…” She could see Mikey’s lip move, almost as if she had bitten it. “Besides, it sounds like they’re having fun, you know?”

God fucking damn it. Raph wanted to scream again, wanted to hit her sister on the head like she did when they were kids. Of course they were having fun. They were probably having a great fucking time plowing each other like– like wild animals! Who knew how long they’d be at it? How long Raph would have to put up with Donnie’s wails down the hall, or the smell of their sex filling the entire god damn house?

She shot a glare to her sister instead, muscles tensing and tone seething with more frustration than she’d like. “I. Don’t. Care, Mikey. It’s none of our fucking business anyway.”

That made Mikey finally turn her head to look at her. Another expression that Raph couldn’t describe was on her face. Her cheeks were flushed, too, almost somehow drowning out the freckles that adorned it. Her lips seemed to curl and uncurl, and her eyes were–were staring so intensely at her. It threw Raph off guard a little, and her expression softened in turn. Her muscles remained tense, though, as she realized Mikey was likely contemplating her words. Maybe her actions.

Mikey finally left her place against the wall, walking back to her bed and gingerly plopping down next to her slightly taller sister. Her stare was just as intense, strangely soft yet intimidating, as she placed a hand gently on Raph’s thigh.

“I want it too.” She said, as if she was reading Raph’s god damn mind or something. Mikey usually seemed to be in an entirely different world from the rest of them. Like reality was different to her than it was to any normal person. But then she’d say things like that, as if she were a fucking psychic or something. Responding to things Raph had never even said. It scared her, but it…it soothed her, too.

This time was no exception.

“I’d be fine just watching them,” she continued, brow furrowing and lips curling into an almost sad smile. “But I want to feel it too.”

If she weren’t already blushing Raph’s cheeks would be flaring by now, the room oddly feeling hotter. She couldn’t tell if it was WHAT Mikey was saying or the WAY she was saying it, but it was having a very confusing affect on her.

“I…mrn, I gotta…” Raph didn’t know how to respond. Her words coming out jumbled and more like little sounds. She suddenly felt hyper aware of herself, her eyes darting away from Mikey’s as her instincts started telling her to bolt.

But then Mikey gently stroked her thigh, and it felt like she’d touched a light socket. Like a brief jolt had streamed through her body. Her chest, her stomach, her slit.

Raph heard a little giggle, and she turned her attention back to Mikey to see the girl adorned with a playful smile, having a hard time trying to hold in her laughter. It took a second for Raph to realize it, but she thought she may have shuddered a moment ago. Without even noticing it somehow. Or maybe Mikey really was a psychic and was having a field day with her head. She wasn’t sure which idea she hated more.

“I don’t think it’s wrong.” Mikey suddenly spoke up again, her voice dripping with a sickeningly sweet sincerity that Raph managed to recognize, “To think about stuff like that, I mean. It’d be weird not to at least consider it, y'know?”

Mikey wasn’t just talking about herself. Raph realized that now. She could tell how her older sibling was feeling, maybe even what she was thinking, and she was trying to make her feel better. This wasn’t the first time Mikey had been able to read her hotheaded sister. To effortlessly dig into her core and pull out exactly what she was thinking, feeling.

Mikey had always known what to say to make Raph’s troubles seem farther away. This time was no exception.

Mikey continued, calmly resting her chin against her older sister’s shoulder, her breath warm against Raph’s cheek as she spoke. “Besides, it’s not like I only wonder about Leo.”

She paused.

“Okay, so I think about what his dick looks like a lot.”

Raph snorted, and that quickly turned into a laugh, her cheeks still rosy as she pushed her little sister roughly away, though with no genuine ire in her action at all. Mikey grinned at that. Must’ve gotten the reaction she wanted, Raph could tell. Only Mikey could break the tension as easily as she could cause it, and it was something Raph appreciated about her. Something she loved about her.

“Jesus Mikey! Come on!” She finally felt comfortable saying, wiping a tear from her eye and giving her sibling another nudge away.

“I’m serious dude!” The smaller of the two feigned offense, quickly going back to the nice spot on Raph’s shoulder that she liked so much. “You can’t live with a guy like Leo all your life and not get a little curious!”

Raph rolled her eyes, patting Mikey on the head. “Sure y'can.”

“You can’t.”

And just like that Raph was blushing again, her expression quickly going back to disgruntled irritation. She punched her sister on the arm, which she wondered if Mikey would take as either confirmation or denial of the claim. “Shut up, ya’ dummy.”

The look in Mikey’s eyes gave her the answer. Mikey decided to continue while she rubbed her own arm.

“Like I was saying, I think about stuff like that all the time. With Donnie…” she looked to the side, and pursed her lips, suddenly getting self-conscious. This time Raph did find her expression cute, but it was also more foreign than others. Mikey was never one to think before she spoke, or at least it never seemed that way to Raph. After a moment, though, Mikey looked up at the older sister again, her eyes almost puppy-dog like and the flush in her cheeks seemingly growing redder. “…With you…”

The dark green sister swallowed, and it was in that moment her mind returned to the scent of the room. Their talking seemed to drown out the noise from the beyond the walls, and for a while Mikey managed to distract her from the intense air of their siblings’ coupling, but now it was like everything was coming back at once. Like Mikey’s words opened some sort of floodgate in her body or something.

And the smell was all Mikey, or mostly Mikey, even drowning out her own, now. Intoxicatingly sweet and unique, with its own strange tinge that was distinctly her sister’s. Raph wasn’t sure if Mikey had been this turned on the entire time or not, but something told her this was sudden, new.

It made her feel strange. It made her feel wanted.

It’s not like Raph could say she wasn’t attracted to women. Really for her gender was secondary. She’d learned years ago what really appealed to her was power. Strength, courage, toned muscles in the arms and thighs. Someone who could take her by surprise with their vigor.

She also knew that if strength of body were all there was to it, she wouldn’t have found herself thinking about Donnie like that too, once in a blue moon. Just passing thoughts here and there, of how soft her sister’s skin was. How it would feel to glide her fingers across that mostly smooth plastron of hers. How when she’d hear Donnie’s moans she’d once in a while picture herself as the cause, admittedly, though mostly when she found it difficult to focus on a different fantasy.

No, Donnie was strong in mind, something Raph herself was very proud of. To be related to someone who had endured so much and still came out confident, kind, and powerful in her own way. That thought right now was making her stomach burn.

And she could admit, too, that Mikey had her own type of strength as well. It should be easy to see Mikey as a baby sister, and sometimes Raph did, but Mikey always found new ways to surprise her. Ways that would remind her that the youngest had grown herself. Mikey really seemed to just know a person with very little interaction. Her ability to read people was something Raph loved about her, even when it was used against her. Because Mikey would use that gift– a gift she wondered if her orange-clad sister was even aware of– for good. To calm Raph’s nerves. To make her smile. And right now, to make her feel like she wasn’t a freak.

Mikey’s strength was in her heart, and knowing Mikey was sharing it with her made her feel more special than she’d realized. Mikey took the time to make her feel like she mattered; she always did. That thought suddenly made Raph’s chest flutter, like there were butterflies in it or something. While the mental image would probably make her sick if she thought of it, the feeling itself was nice. Grounded her a little.

She opened her mouth to speak and– oh shit. She must have gotten lost in thought or something. Mikey was looking up at her, brows furrowed and cheeks flushed, a small pout on her lips. How long had Raph let her mind wander? Mikey looked absolutely dejected, and that fluttery feeling in her chest was turning into a sting.

“I, I’m sorry.” Was all that came out, and damn it. That wasn’t what she wanted to say either. She shook her head quickly “No wait, shit, I didn’t–”

“It’s cool.” Mikey cut her off, the fakest grin Raph had ever seen spreading across her face. Mikey lifted her head from Raph’s shoulder, the hand that had somehow made it back to Raph’s thigh slowly leaving. “It’s not like I don’t get it. I mean, I don’t expect everyone to think the same way I do.”

Raph’s heart sank. She knew she was bad with words, but damn. How could she have fucked up so badly that the opposite had gotten across? “Mikey, listen to me. I–”

“Oh god, PLEASE. PLEASE!!”

Donnie’s wail of pleasure cut through the tension like a fucking machete, and for the first time that night Raph was grateful to hear her siblings banging a room away. Mikey perked up and focused her eyes on the wall again, and Raph could tell she was contemplating going back. Not that she blamed her, but Raph couldn’t let her think she was unwanted where she was.

When the thumping sounds started up again, Mikey began to crawl towards the edge of her bed. Likely to go back to the wall. Raph’s chest was pounding, her head hurt, and she felt like if she stared any harder at her distracted sister she’d pop a blood vessel. She hated thinking too hard about anything, and she was fucking sick of doing it tonight. Had enough of it.

“Heh, wow.” Mikey smiled a bit, clearly impressed by the sounds she heard. “Leo must really be doing something r–”

She was pulled out of her train of thought by her older sister, likely taken off guard as Raph gripped her arm and yanked her back. Almost as if performed in one swift motion, Raph clutched the back of Mikey’s head and pulled her into a firm kiss. Raph had shut her own eyes, now. Partly because she didn’t want anything else to suddenly change her mind. Mostly because she was almost afraid to see Mikey react.

She had to assume the sight would have been something, though, as a free hand slowly traced across Raph’s arm, finding its home right on her shoulder. Almost holding her steady, really, and her own grip loosened a little on her baby sister’s other arm. Raph wasn’t sure how long she had kept her lips pressed to Mikey’s, but Mikey saw fit to tilt her head slightly, letting out a content little hum as she did so. The sound was alarmingly sweet, that fluttering feeling returning to Raph’s chest. It made her heart beat faster, her pulse thrumming as a soft sound she couldn’t stop rumbled in her throat. A churr, she knew; a sound she didn’t make often.

Then Mikey returned it, lips parting to nip and tug at the elder of the two’s. A proper invitation if Raph had ever felt one. She wasted no time in parting her lips in turn, tongue licking at the upper part of her sister’s beak before snaking its way past her teeth. Mikey made another soft sound and Raph suddenly felt the temperature of the room jump up ten degrees. If Mikey felt it too she made no indication, her own tongue now mingling with her sister’s as she playfully tried to block it from exploring her mouth. The hotheaded lass’s grunt elicited another pleasant sound from the little one, finally giving her appendage pause to let her sister explore.

Mikey decided to do some exploring of her own, gently sliding her hand from Raph’s shoulder and down across her shell, her finger tracing across the grooves on her scutes in a way that made the elder sister tremble in her grip. She held back a moan and finally started to move her own hand, down Mikey’s arm and then stretching out to stroke where her hip met her thigh. The skin was softer than she imagined, scales so fine and tiny they were practically impossible to feel. Almost invisible on sight, Raph knew, but the few little channels her fingers caught made the freckled girl gasp into her mouth.

It was only then that the red-clad sibling broke the kiss of her own accord, hand going from Mikey’s head to her neck as she finally opened her eyes. The ones staring back at her felt simultaneously foreign and familiar, the distinct blue color making her feel…right. Like this was natural and normal and so, so worth it. Then there was the expression. Half-lidded and new and alien. A look Raph had never seen on her before and couldn’t properly put into words.

She just knew it made her breathing grow heavy, and when Mikey flashed a playful grin to go with it, she didn’t have time to process the extent of it before she felt a pair of thick fingers press right above the base of her tail.

Raph let out the most humiliating yelp in surprise, almost losing whatever grip she had on her sibling in the process. Mikey was poorly suppressing her laughter, she could tell, but was very quick to press her cheek against her older sister’s neck, giving sweet little shushing sounds in hot breaths against the skin there.

“Sorry sis,” she cooed, a chaste kiss against Raph’s neck as she slowly and softly began to stroke the dark green tail there. “Didn’t think I’d startle you that much.”

A few responses shuffled through Raph’s head, but in the end they all gave way to an almost breathy grunt. Her brow furrowed as she felt her appendage pulse slightly between her sister’s digits, and not one to be upstaged Raph let her wandering hand slide between the other turtle’s legs, her own fingers pressing the soaked fabric there as her other hand gripped Mikey’s shell to keep her grounded.

The moan Mikey made in response was far from quiet, mixing in well with the sounds Donnie was making from beyond the walls. Mikey’s cry was cuter, Raph thought, raspy and higher pitched and– and all for her. She caused that sound, and that knowledge ended up pooling in her gut as a powerful heat. She wanted more of it, her fingers gently pressing and stroking those panties against the softer cartilage that was housed within. She was rewarded with another needy moan, followed by several soft sounds and a pleasant churring noise from her sister’s throat. Raph couldn’t help but return it.

The bold behavior was infectious, or must have been, as Mikey began using that energy she was so well known for. The youngest turtle began to gently press her lower plastron against Raph’s finger, playfully nipping at the elder’s neck and causing Raph to make some enticing sounds of her own. She could feel Mikey smile against her neck as those thick fingers rolled up the red-clad sister’s sensitive tail and to the hem of her panties, giving them a sportive tug. Without even thinking, Raph found herself lifting her pelvis to give her baby sister better access.

Then Mikey’s other hand pressed against her covered cloaca, and she jumped in alarm again. It was clear Mikey was trying to suppress her laughter once more, mouth plunging on the slightly taller turtle’s neck and sucking HARD. The sound Raph made was loud and nearly guttural, her whole body flaring up at the absurd amount of attention the freckled turtle was giving her. Raph scratched aggressively at her sister’s shell, body beginning to shake as Mikey let out a muffled sound against her sibling’s skin. Raph wasn’t thinking about the vibrations she was sending through Mikey’s spine. All she could think about now was getting her fucking panties off her body as quickly as possible.

Surprisingly Mikey was the first to pull back, breathing light and quick as she put distance between herself and her eager sibling. It wouldn’t be for long, Raph was certain, but the loss of lips on her scales, the way Mikey moved her hand away from her crotch, made her suppress a whimper. The hand found purchase on the other side of her printed panties, though, and Mikey began to tug them past Raph’s legs, something the elder of the two was eager to help her do. Raph practically kicked her feet in a fit to get them off faster, almost kicking her sister in the process. Mikey let out another affectionate laugh, lifting the panties to her line of vision.

“Man, it always floors me how much you love my choice in outfits.” She stretched the embarrassing heart print panties in front of them both, and Raph wondered if her nostrils were flaring from the other side of the fabric. “Then again, I do have amazing taste.”

That couldn’t be farther from the truth. Raph could admit Mikey struck gold once in a while, Donnie’s panties being the best example she could think of, but usually Mikey would pick out the dumbest, tackiest, and most mismatching things for her red-clad sibling. It had always been that way, even when the littlest one went Christmas shopping with their father. Every time Mikey would pick Raph’s pajamas, and every time they looked terrible.

But Raph would wear them anyway. Because Mikey would claim with utmost sincerity that she picked them out just for her. It was the same with those ugly, childish panties. She loved her sister, so by default she loved those stupid panties, even if seeing Mikey tugging them between her hands didn’t make her feel any more proud of it.

“You know, it makes me really happy when you wear the stuff I pick out.” Mikey almost sounded sheepish as she said it, finally lowering the cloth in her hands. “Like…I don’t know, like you and me are…” Mikey trailed off, and suddenly Raph felt incredibly self-conscious. She was so distracted by her sister that she hadn’t realized her legs were sprawled across the bed, cloaca entirely exposed for the plucky girl to see. And Mikey did, staring almost entranced at the sight before her, and Raph instinctively started to press her legs together.

Mikey was quick to drop the undies and grapple her legs, keeping them spread apart for her viewing pleasure. “Pretty~…” She almost said it under her breath, but it was audible enough for Raph to hear, her face going back to the deep red it was moments before. As her sister leaned in for a closer look, Raph planted her hand on Mikey’s forehead, pushing her back somewhat halfheartedly. Mikey huffed a little, blue eyes darting up to bright green with a familiar little pout. “Dude, you can’t get shy now. You just had your hand on my pussy.”

“Don’t say it like that,” Raph grumbled, eyes darting away as she slowly removed her hand.

“Puuussyyy~.” Mikey grinned, emphasizing every syllable with a slow, low tone.

Raph felt her crotch twitch, and she flushed and glared in frustration. There was no way that word should have turned her on so much.

Mikey must have read her again, her gaze going back down to her older sister’s crotch with a pleasant hum in victory. Raph knew; Mikey was aware Raph could escape her grip if she really wanted to. It would be obvious either way, Mikey slowly and softly trailing her fingers across Raph’s shins. Her knees. The inside of her thighs. Raph trembled again, Mikey’s fingers stopping on her parting cloaca with a gentle press. Mikey mumbled something Raph couldn’t hear, right against her crotch, her breath oddly cool against the wet heat of it.

Her fingers started to spread Raph’s folds apart, and the air around her exposed flesh made her heat all the more apparent. Mikey whispered a little ‘whoa’ that Raph had almost missed, her breathing becoming unsteady once more and her hands busying themselves with clenching against her sister’s bedding. She felt more naked than she ever had before, like she was some weird art piece that Mikey was trying to study and interpret. She tried to study Mikey’s face, but the more she watched the more vulnerable she felt. Made her want to stop, so she averted her gaze, staring instead at the hallway through the open door as she felt her pizza-loving sibling poke and prod and rub at her sensitive, exposed flesh.

“It’s twitching.” Mikey said, and Raph could just feel her sibling’s eyes staring up at her.

“No shit.” She answered bluntly, with no real punch behind it. It may have been even less intimidating than she thought; Mikey was snickering a little at her retort.

“I wonder…” Raph didn’t have time to think about what her sister meant before she felt a warm tongue press against her clit. The hothead moaned– screamed, her voice more shrill than anything she’d ever heard. She wouldn’t have believed the sound came from her if she hadn’t made it herself.

Mikey didn’t relent.

That sound must have spurned her on something fierce as the youngest turtle started to lap against the twitching little button with long, firm licks. Raph tried her hardest to hold in any sounds, but the churrs would escape against her will. Mikey would always respond involuntarily, her tongue rumbling against Raph’s delicate flesh and causing her mind to swim.

With Mikey’s hands spreading her cloaca, Raph took the opportunity to wrap her legs around her sister, thighs clenching as she planted them on her shell with a firm press. She needed to occupy her hands, so one left its struggle with her sister’s blanket and planted itself on the little prankster’s head, taking all her willpower not to shove her face further against her lower plastron.

The other girl must have taken it as an invitation; she pulled back ever so slightly to lower her face, tongue sliding with it and darting past her sister’s lower lips. Mikey swiveled her organ around the walls, beak nudging the larger turtle’s still exposed clit.

“Mikey, holy shit!” Raph felt her entire body shake uncontrollably, the flaming knot in her gut giving way as her lower half began to spasm once, twice, a third time in near succession. She clenched her eyes shut, gripped Mikey’s head, and gave two firm jerks of her hips before catching herself, yanking her little sister off of her cloaca with great reluctance.

Mikey sputtered slightly, which soon turned into a bubbling laugh as she looked up at her older sister. “Dude, were you trying to drown me?”

“You tried…to drown yourself…!” Was the only protest she could make, her legs feeling like jelly as she slid them off her sibling’s shell. She was panting, low yet light, trying to quickly collect herself from a pleasant high. She felt her body shake again, eyes lazily looking down at Mikey resting between her legs.

The tinier terrapin stared up at her in awe, wiping an arm across her lips before giving them a light lick. “Raph…your smile is gorgeous.”

“Wha…?” She was smiling; she hadn’t even realized it. Ultimately Raph shrugged, feeling herself twitch again as she remained basked in the afterglow. “What can I say? I feel pretty good.”

“I’ll bet.” Mikey replied, wrapping her arms around her sister’s shell and nuzzling up against her stomach. She kept her eyes on the elder one, expression sweet and knowing as she began to kick her legs. “Seriously, though. You’re beautiful. Like, everyone says Donnie’s the pretty sister. And she is. Like reeeeally hot–er,” Mikey seemed to have caught herself before getting lost on that thought, “But I think it’s you. Always have.”

Raph honestly didn’t know what to say to that. She always thought she was a catch, sure, but when compared to her long legged twin or her tender-faced baby sister, she found it pretty difficult to compete. “Okay.” Was all that came out, and Mikey was quick to respond.

“It’s not just 'okay’!” The smaller sibling huffed, shifting herself to sit on her knees so she was face to face with the elder of the two. “You’re hot, sis! You’ve got those strong arms, those pouty lips…” Mikey lowered her lids, fingers caressing the hotheaded woman’s carapace.

“…a thick shell…”

Her fingers slid to Raph’s legs, kneading at the muscles underneath them. She couldn’t help letting out a low sigh, the rough touch of her sister’s skin and the expression on her face serving to bring more heat to her lower gut.

“…and these thick, firm thighs~…”

“Damn it, Mikey…” The broad terrapin exhaled, heart thrumming in her chest once again. Mikey wouldn’t take her eyes off of her, tail wagging more aggressively than Raph had ever seen. It was pretty clear what her sister was up to, and Raph quickly decided if there was going to be another round the freckled turtle wouldn’t be left out this time.

She didn’t even need to think about it. Raph gripped her sister by the wrists and yanked her off, rolling the smaller turtle onto her shell. Mikey started to laugh, crawling backwards to rest her head on her pillow. Raph quirked her brow. “Really?”

The other turtle just shrugged in response, hands going to the hem of her panties as she began to slowly slide them off. Raph was quick to the punch again, though, gripping her wrists and pulling them away. She all but tore the garment off her sister’s legs, flinging them somewhere off the bed.

“Careful! Those are my favo–ah!” Mikey cut herself off when she felt Raph press her broad fingers against her inner thighs, rubbing firm circles around the skin she found there. Raph could hear her sister begin to hum contently, and she took the moment to spread her legs a little further apart. Mikey clearly invited the gesture, tail rapidly swishing across the sheets underneath her. “Like what you see~?”

The red-clad turtle snorted, her lips curling into a bit of a smirk at the inquiry. She took a quick moment to soak in the sight before her: one of her lovely siblings sprawled out in front of her, lustful gaze fixated on her as she looked at the smaller turtle’s quivering slit.

“Fuck…” Raph pressed her beak against her cloaca, inhaling sharply before letting out a puff of air against the sensitive area. Mikey moaned in response, and Raph could feel her muscles tremble in her grip. “Y'look amazing, Mikey.”

It was Mikey who was blushing this time, her glowing smile and rosy cheeks only adding to the marvel before the elder girl. The heat in her stomach was starting to burn all over again, and she knew there was no reason to hold herself back any longer.

She decided to give her sibling the same treatment she had been given, pressing the flat of her tongue just below her slit and firmly dragging it across. This elicited a raspy moan from the turtle above, so Raph was quick to do it again. And again. And again. Each time soaking in the cries and churrs her sister was making in response. Mikey’s plush cloaca trembled against her lips, and it gave Raph all the more incentive to move her hands and spread it apart herself.

The scent was intoxicating. It hit her nostrils like a fucking truck. She let out a chuckle, one darker than intended, staring the smaller turtle directly in her lovely baby-blue eyes. “Damn. I almost can’t believe how much you’re gettin’ off to this.” It was true in a way; before tonight she’d never assume Mikey was this into her, or any of their siblings, really. Well, maybe it was more that she didn’t assume it was to this extreme. That Mikey was THIS into any one of them enough to try pursuing the opportunity.

“O-of course,” the orange-clad turtle stuttered, her look once again difficult for Raph to read. Content? Impish?…Horny? “Having you all in the same room, doing…” she gestured across herself, voice suddenly dropping in volume, “It’s like a dream come true~.”

Horny. Obviously horny.

Raph quickly realized she loved horny Mikey, her sister spreading her legs even farther apart. Farther than Raph even thought she could. Was she taking gymnastics? Did she do some strange sort of yoga regimen in private? Raph would have to ask later if she even remembered, because right now all she could think about was how badly she wished she could fold those legs over her sibling’s plastron and…and…

Jesus, a dick would be great right about now.

Instead she planted her mouth back against the heat of her sibling, Mikey now holding her own legs apart as she let out a soft moan at the feeling of Raph’s ministrations. The older of the two lapped up every bit of fluid she could, reckless and sloppy like a starved animal, making the sweet girl let out soft cries of approval and very gentle giggles in response.

Mikey’s tail was beginning to smack her across the chin, and frankly Raph was impressed that her tail was being more vocal than the turtle who owned it was. Still Raph would prefer her sister be a little louder, so she let one of her hands slide down to Mikey’s tail, firmly pressing it between her fingers.

“A-ah, Raph~!” Mikey’s legs convulsed in her own grip, her tail pulsing between the hothead’s thick digits. Raph lowered herself slightly to lick at the small appendage, causing her baby sister to let out another needy groan. Raph suddenly felt like she had hit gold, humming contently as she once again looked up at her sibling’s flushed face.

“That’s more like it, beautiful.”

Raph slipped the tip of her tail past her lips and began to suck on it. Mikey quickly became a mess, babbling out moans and whines and what Raph could swear was a 'shit’ in there somewhere. None the less the slightly larger terrapin continued to suck and lick, swirling her tongue along the sensitive skin while her fingers firmly stroked the fine scales underneath them.

She could tell this was turning Mikey on way more than anything she was doing prior, but Raph wasn’t done playing with her cunt just yet. She made sure Mikey’s tail was nice and wet, first, putting as much of it in her mouth as she could and slowly sliding it out. The strangled cry Mikey made went straight to her slit, and she moved her head back to her crotch as she let her fat digits fondle and stroke the slick surface of her tail.

As the red-clad woman began a slow and firm assault on her slit, she assumed Mikey was in heaven. Her legs were shaking violently, so much so that Raph had to grip one of them herself to keep it steady. Her baby sister was panting, tongue dangling out her mouth for a moment before she licked her lips hungrily. It was hard to tell if Mikey was even looking at her, but the elder’s efforts were no doubt appreciated, indicated by the volume of the younger’s voice. With each lap and flick of her tongue Mikey’s voice rose higher and higher, her words less and less coherent.

It drove Raph wild. Having this much control over her sister’s pleasure was like a natural high she never wanted to come down from. She became a little bolder, the thumb on Mikey’s tail sliding up to brush experimentally across the tight hole present. It’s not something Raph had thought of often, admittedly, and she was pretty sure guys liked attention there more, but she was looking for any fresh way to get her sibling to keep singing that sweet music.

That did the trick, surprisingly. Mikey began to scream, her lower body practically humping Raph’s face to get herself closer to that sweet sensation. Raph could tell her sister was about to burst like a fucking damn, and lord help her she was going to make it happen. She opened her mouth wide, lifted her thumb to press against that ring again, Mikey now nothing more than a wriggling mess repeating herself as if she was reciting a mantra.

“Please, please, please, please please please pleasepleaseplease–”

There was a sudden thump against the wall behind them, quickly followed by another. More followed rapidly until there was nary a break between them.

They’d forgotten all about Leo and Donnie during their coitus; the two must have stopped at some point, but were starting back up again. Raph tried to keep her focus back on Mikey, pausing only for a brief moment when the first two sounds had hit. Even then she couldn’t shake off the thought that maybe she and Mikey were the cause of it. Mikey’s door was open after all, and if they could hear Donnie crystal clear, there was no way the two of them wouldn’t have been able to hear Mikey. Hear her, calling one another’s names with all the longing and desire either could muster.

She wanted to touch herself so badly, but getting her sister off was something she was determined to accomplish.

Well, it was until Mikey sat all the way up, pushing her sibling’s head away from her slick cloaca. Raph tried to push back in protest, but Mikey looked down at her with an expression Raph could actually read. Soft yet playful, caked with a smile that was both as sweet as it was intimidating.

“Stop,” Mikey began, trying to pry Raph’s needy hands from her appendages, a low moan slipping past her lips as the older sibling took her time sliding her fingers off her tail, “haaa–…I wanna try something.”

“NOW?” Raph was in disbelief, really. She knew Mikey could be easily distracted, but this was hardly the time for her to lose focus. Even with her sister looking at her so eagerly, she found it hard to agree to the request.

The request for what, exactly?

Donnie was once again audible from the other room, though, and the elder terrapin couldn’t help but notice Mikey bouncing a little once the wanton moaning started again. “Yes, now. I think you’re gonna like it.” Mikey was already gripping Raph’s shoulders, trying to get her sister to switch positions. “You’ll see. Sit up.”

Very begrudgingly, Raph complied with the smaller girl’s behest, planting her ass on the bed once more as Mikey firmly kept a grasp on her shoulder with one hand. She used the other to tug on Raph’s knees, trying to get her to spread her legs out. With a roll of her eyes Raph followed the request, letting out a snort in frustration as she did so. She was quickly losing the high she had gotten mere moments ago; what was the point of this when she was seconds away from getting Mikey off just before?

A small part of her mind was telling her to leave again, and she knew Mikey could tell. Her baby sister, now satisfied with Raph’s position, crawled onto one of her legs and planted it between herself, giving the slightly taller turtle a chaste, tender kiss on the lips.

“Shhh….just shut your eyes…” Her words were a light whisper, uncharacteristic of Mikey, but that somehow made Raph more willing to follow her instruction. “…and listen.”

With a slightly annoyed sigh the hothead complied. She felt Mikey rest her weight against her plastron, her ear slits catching the almost rhythmic beating of her brother’s bedpost against the wall, and it was…oddly comforting. Donnie’s voice was too, in fact, always was as far as Raph was concerned. Hearing it rise in volume and pitch had an affect on her as well, one she welcomed immensely.

Donnie’s cries were all too familiar to the bulkier turtle, but this time it was different. Needy, lustful…it made Raph shiver as she tried to picture Donnie’s face, her position on their older brother’s bed. She wouldn’t doubt Donnie was holding onto him for dear life, keening and groaning and begging him for more. She could easily picture her gangly legs wrapped around the lower half of his shell, demanding him to push further in her own little way, lithe fingers no doubt scratching at his carapace when his cock found her g-spot. Based on her taller twin’s needy call for more, Raph was pretty sure he just found it.

Leo, too, was something she started to picture. Though his sounds were much harder to pick up over Donnie’s, his arousal was clear to Raph in other ways. The creaking of the bed, the pheromones in the air; even with Mikey’s scent and Donnie’s moans of bliss, Raph could still pick Leo out in that mess. He’d be naked by now, no doubt; plastron against plastron as he drove himself into their sister. The expression on his face…she tried to picture that, too, but it was difficult. She could feel her cheeks flushing again, imagining him looking down at…looking down with that cool expression he often had. There’d be more to it though. A sort of spark and intensity in his eyes, maybe stemming from lust, or– or maybe a tender playfulness.

He would kiss at Donnie’s neck, or maybe he would bite at it, lovingly lapping and licking at any marks he left as he held her hips in place. He’d use the leverage and Donnie’s encouragement to lose his restraint, thrusting much faster and harder once he knew it was safe. She couldn’t stop herself from thinking about how it must have felt. To feel something that warm and thick thrusting like a piston in and out of…o-of…

Raph yelped out in surprise, eyes darting open as she felt something thick push past her folds with a great amount of ease. It took her a second to register what was going on, and she had to assume that was Mikey’s plan all along. Her little sister started to trail kisses against the side of her neck, tail thwapping against her leg as she continued to penetrate the larger turtle with her broad finger. Raph inhaled sharply at the sudden stimuli, her muscles starting to clench as Mikey began to slide her finger back out.

“Want me to stop?” the younger gave her neck a light nuzzle with her beak before pulling away, her expression showing a hint of worry despite the soft smile spread across it. “I should’ve asked if it was cool first. I just wanted to surprise you, but…”

Raph couldn’t imagine her own expression now, but she was quick to grab her baby sister’s hand while she kept her eyes on her. She shook her head quickly before leaning down to kiss the freckled turtle for what must have been the third time that night. Hard, but not forceful. Mikey made the sweetest sound against her lips, already nipping at them with playful affection before Raph pulled her head back.

“G'ahead.” Even though Raph herself was sure that wasn’t even a real word, Mikey lit up like she understood. Of course she did; Raph couldn’t help but smile at the thought.

“In that case, lemme see your hand.” Yet another weird request from the overly excited terrapin, but considering how good her track record has been that night Raph found it difficult to turn down or even question at that point. She let go of Mikey’s wrist and started to lift her arm to the girl’s line of vision. Mikey snorted a laugh, grabbing Raph’s wrist this time and planting a kiss on her middle finger. Cuteness aside, the muscular turtle didn’t see much point to it.

At least, she didn’t until Mikey wrapped her lips around it, tongue slowly swirling along the scales as she sunk the digit deeper into her mouth. Mikey stared at her, too, the entire way through, expression going from something innocent to…to something else. Something Raph could only register as 'fucking hot’. It probably shouldn’t have turned her on, but it did, and that was fine. This was better than fine.

This was perfect.

Mikey kept her gaze fixated on her sister as she began to roll her hips against her thigh, fingers tracing Raph’s labia in soothing motions. Raph shuddered at the touch, her free arm once again finding Mikey’s shell to keep her steady. Maybe keep them both steady, really. She could hear Donnie crying out from the other room, telling Leo to do whatever he was doing again, and it almost felt like they were in the same room. If she weren’t so fixated on her sister’s display, she may have closed her eyes again just to try to picture it.

She suddenly felt Mikey’s thumb, now slick with her own juices, massaging her clit, sending a jolt through her system she welcomed so eagerly. Raph didn’t even bother to hold back a desperate moan, rocking her own pelvis right against her sister’s hand. She could feel Mikey giggle against her finger, but she was too distracted to give a damn, eager to get that wet friction to continue once again. When Mikey finally plunged her finger back within Raph’s heat, it started to become hard to think. She felt the wet appendage slide against her folds, sending tingles through her shell and making the burning sensation in her gut begin to flare up. It may not have been a dick, but it was more than enough for her, and she started to churr continuously. Uncontrollably.

That must have been a sign for Mikey, who released her finger with a light pop before leaning her head up and pressing her cheek against her sister’s. She let out a faint churr herself, free hand now returning to Raph’s shoulder as she began to speak lowly. “Mmn…okay, put it in.”

Raph wasn’t sure if she could; Mikey’s cloaca was grinding firmly against her leg in slow motions. If Raph were able to think more clearly, she’d likely wonder if that even felt good. Not knowing what Mikey was after she pressed the finger to her sister’s hood, giving Mikey’s clit the same ministrations that her sister was giving to her.

With a loud, strangled cry, Mikey firmly nudged Raph’s head with her own, her grip on the larger terrapin’s shoulder tightening. “N-no! My tail, i-in my tail, please!” Raph could almost swear it came out a little pained, but as soon as she moved her hand Mikey was quick to react, kissing her cheek and nipping at her chin with little whispers of encouragement.

Maybe that was too much stimulation, Raph thought with what little rationale she still had. If that were the case she couldn’t imagine the alternative feeling any better. Still Raph pressed her finger where she had a little while before, rubbing the ring of muscle at the base of her sister’s flailing tail. There was hesitation, and she knew Mikey could tell; the orange-clad sibling’s tail began to coil around Raph’s hand, no doubt Mikey’s way of trying to encourage the action.

At least that’s what Raph hoped, because a second later her finger was penetrating the hole, and dear god, even with all the moisture she felt like her finger was being crushed. There was no way this could have felt good. If this is how her finger felt, Mikey must have felt like she was being torn apart. When she heard the other girl wince Raph stilled herself; she was mostly in, and she noticed her sister’s finger had stilled inside her as well. Mikey’s breathing was light and quick, and aside from that, the only sounds came from the other room.

After what felt like eternity, the tinier turtle began to churr, muscles tensing and untensing around the digit inside her. She began to rock her hips again, this time letting out soft moans as her tail removed itself from Raph’s hand and began to swish against it.

“Yeeeeah…” It came out faint, but content. Before Raph could even think to ask Mikey if it hurt at all, her sister had begun thrusting into her again at an impressive pace, finger pressing against a wall that caused her breath to hitch. It was like…she didn’t even know. Almost how getting her clit massaged felt, she guessed, like Mikey was on the verge of finding buried treasure or something. Raph opened her mouth again, but Mikey spoke up first, almost whining as she started to tug on Raph’s shoulder. “Mooove…please…!”

Oh, right. Her finger. Raph began to thrust it in and out of her sibling’s tail, earning her more audible moans of pleasure in return. It was clear Mikey was enjoying…whatever the hell this was, ass practically bouncing against the digit and she continued to grind herself against the darker turtle’s skin with reckless abandon. Raph let out a groan herself, in fact, as she felt Mikey slide her other finger inside her cunt with an unexpected use of force.

The red-clad sister’s walls convulsed against the intrusion as she cried out, both digits thankfully soaked from her own arousal. She felt so full, Mikey slowing down to help her adjust to the additional girth. It was appreciated, but Raph wanted that sensation back. The one that made her feel like…fuck, she just wanted it back.

“Just…fuck me already, will ya?!” The words came out without thinking, but Mikey took the hint pretty quick, once again thrusting into her older sister with reckless abandon. Raph did her best to return the favor, arm gripping the top of her shell and finger driving into Mikey with increasing ease.

Mikey boldly paused to spread her fingers apart, and Raph felt like she was on fire. She didn’t even bother holding back a moan, her body trembling as she pulled her sister close. Practically embracing her; her arm moved and her fingers dug against her carapace, making Mikey moan in turn. With a firm exhale the prankster pressed her fingers back together and began to thrust again, faster and harder, as if trying to reach unexplored territory.

Holy shit, did she find it.

For a split second Raph’s mind went completely blank, and her whole body racked with a pleasure she’d never felt before. Without even thinking she started to scream, not caring if what came out of her mouth was even understandable.

“There! There! Jesus Christ Mikey, hit me there again! God damn it!!”

She was humping her little sister’s hand and she didn’t even care. All she wanted was to feel that again, even if she had to make it happen herself. Mikey’s laughter barely registered in her head, but thankfully what did was her sibling’s eager fingers, grinding and prodding and pushing until she could locate that sweet spot again.
Raph was not at all silent when she did, her fingers scratching against Mikey’s carapace in a way that no doubt caused immense vibrations throughout her system.

They were both babbling incoherently now, minds lost to anything but the sounds, scents, and sensations they were both experiencing. Mikey’s head turned up and without a moment’s pause Raph was immediately on her mouth, lips crushing and tongues clashing sloppily as a symphony of moans and thrums and slapping sounds continued to fill the room.

The sound of Donnie screaming Leo’s name penetrated their senses, and it was the last thing they needed to throw them both over the edge. Somehow it was Mikey who came first, screaming against her sister’s mouth as her body shook intensely in the elder’s grip. Raph could feel her muscles clench around her finger, her shoulder in a death grip as Mikey continued to ram her finger against her g-spot. The sensations made her own orgasm almost immediate, scratching her fingers across Mikey’s shell in response. She was practically crying from the unnatural, blinding bliss her orgasm caused, her walls clamping down on Mikey’s fingers and her body tremoring uncontrollably. She felt her younger sister cry out again, felt her body tremble a second time as she let out a another shrill cry; Mikey must have came again, smaller this time, and the twitching against Raph’s leg was enough to prove that.

The two were now a shivering mass in one another’s grip, both panting heavily with weak sounds escaping them. Raph was the first to make a move, her finger sliding out from beneath Mikey’s tail. The girl sighed loudly, almost contently, Raph thought, and soon she slid her own drenched fingers slowly out of her strong sister. Raph let out an indignant sound akin to a hiccup at the loss of that fullness, but the other turtle was quick to sprinkle kisses along the elder’s chin. Quick to fill her ear slits with sweet, quiet praise and compliments. Raph let the little words wash over her; they weren’t really needed, but considering the source they were comforting all the same.

It took a couple more minutes before either of them felt calm enough to move any more than that, Raph flopping backwards onto the bottom half of the bed and taking Mikey with her. She was finally beginning to catch up with the rest of the world. Leo and Donnie were dead silent. The room still smelled of them, all of them, but no longer as intensely. Her thigh was soaked, but she didn’t care. Couldn’t. Her mind was simultaneously alert and exhausted as she was still coming down from her high.

“That…was so awesome…” Mikey was the first to speak, affectionately nuzzling Raph’s cheek as she did. She tried to sprawl out on her older sister, but she just didn’t have the energy, one arm draping over her while the other rested lazily on the bed.

“So awesome…” Raph repeated her sibling, her lips curling into a smile. Maybe a smirk. It was hard for Raph to tell; she was basking in the afterglow, the hand on her sister’s shell sliding to firmly wrap around her. It was a strange sensation, one that her normal nights alone in bed didn’t give her. She felt like she could run a marathon and sleep for a thousand years at the same time. She wanted to make breakfast in the dead of night, and cuddle her sister until she passed out. It was a weird feeling, but one she welcomed.

One she wanted to experience again.

“Say uh, Mikey,” Raph started, her sister lifting her head to give her attention. “about uh…about all this…” She proceeded to gesture over them with her free hand, again hoping Mikey would get the idea. She wasn’t exactly the best with words, and her sister seemed to be batting a thousand tonight.

“You wanna do it again?” Mikey smiled that playful, eager smile Raph enjoyed so much, and the larger turtle was quick to nod in response. “That’s great! Oh, but uh, maybe not tonight.” Mikey nestled her face against Raph’s neck, making cute little sounds while she did. “Kinda too winded for a round two. Or three or whatever.”

“Not right now, ya’ knucklehead.” Raph halfheartedly fwapped her on the back of the head, causing the smaller turtle to laugh against her skin. “But, uh…yeah. Soon.”

“It’s a date, then.” Mikey responded, finally crawling off of Raph. She grabbed one of hers arms and began to tug. “Come on. We’re sleeping under the covers.”

“I don’t wanna moooove,” the older one feigned a whine, her smile widening to a grin as she tried to keep herself weighed down. Mikey broke out in a light laugh, which is what Raph wanted; she got up and crawled to the top of the bed.

“Yep, we’re definitely doing this again. You’re like super fun after sex.”

Raph just shrugged, crawling under the blanket as soon as Mikey flung the blanket up. “We ain’t even gonna clean up first?”

“I’ll bet they didn’t.” Mikey grinned, snickering a little as she draped the covers over the two of them. She nudged herself as close as she could to Raph, cuddling up to her the same way she did any time she snuck into the elder’s room after a particularly bad dream. There was a familiar comfort in this that Raph appreciated; it felt right. It probably shouldn’t have, but that didn’t matter to her. At that moment nothing felt more natural than having her arms wrapped around Mikey as the small terrapin rested her head against her chest.

“I bet it was fun for them too,” Mikey continued, a sweet little yawn escaping her, “At least it sounded like it… Think they heard us?”

The red-clad turtle tried and failed not to laugh, her grip on her little sister tightening slightly. “Are ya’ kidding? We had the door wide open! If we could hear them, there’s no way they didn’t hear us, you dork.” She was amazed that thought never crossed Mikey’s mind; she was half convinced she was playing dumb, but it was Mikey after all. Her mind worked in mysterious ways.

“Oh…Oh yeah. That makes sense.” Raph could feel Mikey curling into her plastron slightly, trying to get comfortable. Or maybe she was embarrassed. Hard to say with her, but the fact that she draped an arm over the hothead’s side gave her some bit of a clue. “In that case, do you think they’d be cool with doing it in the same room next time?”

That wasn’t something she was expecting to hear, but considering the way the night had gone it wasn’t exactly surprising either. Raph let out a low chuckle at the thought, but she was pretty sure her heart was beating a little faster. “Psht, those two? Forget it.” She said it to herself just as much as to her sister, patting the girl on the back. “'Sides, it’d be too tempting to try ta’ join in.”

She didn’t feel uncomfortable saying it, even if she tried to be halfhearted about it. After tonight she had a feeling it would be easier to be upfront with Mikey, at least about stuff like this. That thought alone gave her a bit of comfort as she shut her eyes, quietly beginning to drift off to sleep.

“…For us, or for them?”

Her eyes shot open, and she could almost feel Mikey’s grin in her voice, feel it against her plastron. The comment set the cogs in the older turtle’s brain to work. Like it all started to come together at once.

Even though the door was wide open, even though their coupling was probably just as blatant, Leo and Donnie didn’t stop. In fact, they started up again. Raph remembered thinking that earlier in passing; the reality– the possibility of it just now hitting her. Even in her head it felt right. Like maybe everything she’d been worried about before was for nothing.

It made her feel elated.

She exhaled, letting out a breath she had no idea she was holding in to begin with. “Let’s ask 'em.” Mikey’s head immediately shot up, looking at her sister with the widest eyes Raph had ever fucking seen. “Maybe they’d be okay with it. Or, y'know…” she began to mutter a bit, suddenly finding it difficult to finish her sentence out loud. “…more than just sharin’ a room.”

Mikey practically leapt up from the bed, throwing the covers off of herself. “We can ask them right now! They gotta be–oof!”

Raph was quick to tug Mikey back under the covers, back into her embrace with an amused laugh. She was impressed with Mikey’s enthusiasm; how the blue-eyed turtle was able to recover so quickly was something to be respected.

“Slow down there sister,” Raph held her tight, planting a quick kiss on her temple. “They prolly wanna sleep just as much as we do.”

“Oh yeah.” Mikey yawned again, as if she suddenly remembered she was tired. “Tomorrow then?”

“Soon,” Raph actually matched her yawn, once again shutting her eyes with her darling sister in her arms. “We’ll think of some way t’ get the point across.”

Mikey let out a content sigh, lovingly nestled in Raph’s embrace as the larger turtle felt her start to drift off. She wasn’t too far behind, feeling more comfortable than she had since they were kids. Hopefully, it could only get better from here.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "A Room Apart", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "image/png", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "3", "views": "459" }