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Cuddle-Slut

By: Xarth



Author's Note: Thanks to LizHaze for editing.

****

I hadn't minded much when I realized I was more interested in girls than guys. I didn't personally know a lot of lesbians, but I did know there were plenty of them out there. There was never anything wrong with it in my mind.

What bothered me was realizing there was one girl in particular I liked hanging out with, or unobtrusively watching when I got the chance. One girl who I unintentionally compared all the others to, and who beat them every time. Of all the options out there, I had to go and get a crush on my big sister April.

It was understandable in some ways; we'd always gotten along well and April had a lot of attractive qualities, speaking from as unbiased a perspective as I could manage. She'd dabbled in a few activities growing up, mostly swimming and dancing. She had never been super-obsessed with maintaining a certain figure like a lot of the more serious dancers I'd known, so even though she was reasonably slim, she still had plenty of soft curves that I absolutely loved.

One of her best traits, in my opinion, was that she loved to cook. Not only because it meant I often got to eat whatever she made, which generally tasted awesome, but also because when she was really into it there was a beauty to the way she moved. I couldn't properly describe the difference from her normal movement, but it was always so obvious to me that she was enjoying herself.

The short version was that there were a lot of little things about her that made me like her better than any other girl I'd ever met. I knew she'd almost certainly never return my feelings, but that was just something I'd have to live with. At least, since I was her one and only little sister, I still had a special relationship with her that no one else would ever be able to match. That helped cheer me up sometimes when I was feeling frustrated with the situation.

April moved into her own place when I was eighteen. It upset me at first because, obviously, she wouldn't be around as much anymore, but it turned out to not be as bad as I thought. Her apartment was in walking distance from my school and I ended up making surprise visits on a semi-regular basis. She never seemed to mind, at least not too much. I could be kind of a pain in the butt sometimes, and we both knew it, but she'd had plenty of years with me to get used to it.

One particular day when I dropped by after school she had just started making cookies. That was some excellent timing as far as I was concerned, and I dropped my bag on the floor by her front door before wandering into her kitchen to watch. We barely even acknowledged each other as I hopped onto one of the available chairs and leaned forward with my elbows on her table. It was so common for me to just walk in that April sometimes joked that I was like the neighbourhood stray that had learned where someone would feed me, and now she'd never get me to leave. There was more than a little truth to that.

"What kind of cookies you making me?" I asked.

"Hello to you too, little sister," she said. "My day was fine, thanks for asking."

"Why are you being sarcastic already? I haven't even been here long enough to get annoying yet."

"Just helping you out with basic social protocol. One day you might get the hang of it."

I stuck my tongue out at her and she laughed. She hadn't even paused from gathering and pouring ingredients into her mixing bowl since I arrived. Her kitchen was on the small side, as was the whole apartment, but she'd made sure to get one that at least had an oven so she could bake. It had been a wise decision, and I wasn't only saying that because it meant I got to steal delicious food from her.

Not for the first time I marveled at home quickly and effortlessly she worked. Any time I tried making cookies it took me twice as long as her, and they still came out burnt, or undercooked, or flat, or lacking sugar, or any number of other things. April could never figure out why I made so many mistakes, and I never dared suggest that part of it was because she distracted me so much when she tried to help.

"Seriously, what kind are they?" I tried again.

"Doesn't really matter what they are, they're not for you. I'm taking them in to work." She turned and pointed an accusing finger at me. "That means no eating all the cookies on me."

"I wouldn't do that," I protested.

I tried to put on an innocent face and failed miserably. I totally would eat any of her cookies I could get my hands on. They were just too good.

"Yes you would," she said. "So I'm watching you."

I waited until she had her first pan ready to go and was just putting in the oven before I made my move. Like a ninja I darted silently to the mixing bowl and snuck some of the dough from it. It was just as yummy as I expected.

"That was your only freebie," April said without even turning around.

"I never did anything," I said, even as I reached into the bowl again.

My sister moved faster than expected and grabbed a spatula off the counter, very nearly catching my fingers with it before I skipped away. She brandished her makeshift weapon at me.

"I mean it," she said. "Next time there's gonna be consequences."

"Yeah, yeah."

She watched me more carefully after that, but I could be patient when it suited me. I stayed right where I was until the first batch of cookies came out and she put them on a rack to cool. As soon as she had her back turned I made my move, snatching one of the hot cookies away from its brethren.

"Hey!"

April had noticed too late and I was already cramming my stolen cookie into my mouth while simultaneously trying to get out of her reach. I succeeded at my first goal, while only slightly burning my tongue, and failed at the second as I was suddenly pinned against the wall by my sister.

"You little brat," she said, more resigned to the fact than trying to get a point across. "I can't leave you alone for a second, can I?"

I shook my head. "Can I get a drink? My tongue's all burny now."

"Hah, I told you there would be consequences, didn't I?"

She dragged me back to my seat, and this time used a dish towel to tie my hands together behind the back of the chair. I struggled, but was unable to free myself. At least she had some pity on me and held a glass of milk to my lips so I could drink. It helped my tongue a little.

"M'sorry," I said.

"No you're not. Not even a tiny bit. You just think you can pout and look cute and get your way out of anything."

"Is it working?"

"Nope. Not until I get these cookies done and can keep an eye on you without distractions."

I was forced to sit there helplessly while April finished her baking. I made a few more attempts at working free somehow, but I got nothing for my troubles except sore wrists. It wouldn't have been so bad being tied up by my sister, if only she'd been doing something sexy at the time. Mostly she pretended to ignore me, and, in a particularly cruel move, ate one of her cookies very, very slowly in front of me. She made it obvious how much more she was enjoying hers than I had enjoyed mine, hastily as I'd consumed it.

Once all the cookies were out and cooling April finally untied me, only to escort me into her small living room. She made me sit on the couch before she sat as well.

"You always tie up visitors like that?" I asked. "I suppose some of them might like it."

"Only you," she assured me. "And only when you deserve it. 'Sides, I don't get that many visitors, and none of them have been boys cute enough to want to keep."

I squirmed uncomfortably at the casual reminder that my sister preferred guys, but I didn't think she noticed. It wasn't like I hadn't known her orientation already, seeing as how she'd had at least two semi-serious boyfriends that I knew of. There hadn't been anyone in her life recently though, not unless she was being super sneaky about it.

"Does that mean you think I'm cute?" I asked instead of pursuing other lines of inquiry.

"Sure you are. You just also happen to be a brat, and that's gonna seriously hamper you in getting a good boyfriend, you know."

Again I felt that same discomfort. I'd never told anyone I preferred girls, let alone which girl in particular. I wanted to tell April, I really did, but there was too high a chance I'd accidentally let something slip that I didn't mean to. It sucked because she was probably the person I would have gone to for relationship or sex advice under other circumstances.

"Whatever, it's not like I need one."

"True, but they can be fun sometimes. And you wouldn't always have to be hanging out with your big sis all the time."

"I like hanging out with you," I said, then scooted over and curled up next to her to prove it. "You're just as much fun to snuggle with as any boy."

"I don't know about that." She put her arm around me and leaned toward me a little more. "But I guess you always did like cuddling with me, didn't you?"

"Mm-hm. You're so warm and soft and comforting and shit."

"That was almost nice, right up until the end there."

I giggled and April poked me in the side just to make me flinch. We settled down after that and just talked for a while. There was no one particular subject, mostly we said whatever came into our heads. I was quite relieved when the whole 'boyfriend' thing didn't come up again.

In between serious and not-so-serious discussions, we took breaks for food and a few minor activities. I even coaxed my sister into braiding my hair, which I'd always pretended I liked as a hairstyle. In reality, I just liked feeling her fingers running through my hair.

Eventually, what with time being linear and forward-moving and all, it started getting late. April would sometimes give me a ride home, or I'd call mom or dad, or, if things were really desperate, I'd walk. It was almost an hour to walk home, so I mostly didn't do that. Especially once it was already getting dark out.

"Come on kiddo, it's about time to get you home," April said.

"Aw," I said, giving her a reluctant pout. "I don't wanna."

"Too bad. You've got school tomorrow, and I need to get up fairly early too."

"Can't I just, like, sleep here and walk back to school in the morning?"

April paused and gave some thought to my suggestion. I'd stayed over before, though not on school nights, and borrowed an outfit off her in the morning. We were close enough to the same size that her clothes fit okay, though her body had always been a little more developed than mine. I'd been pleased to notice recently that my breasts had almost caught up with hers.

"No whining in the morning when you have to get up," she warned.

"Promise," I said, giving her a quick hug.

I tended to be too scared to give her longer hugs like I wanted to, on the off-chance she'd figure out why. It was kind of a strange fear, given that I had no problem cuddling with her for hours when I got the opportunity.

As always, I got the couch while April slept in her bed. I'd wondered a few times if having me sleep on what was a deceptively uncomfortable piece of furniture was her way of dissuading me from staying over. It seemed unlikely though, since I doubted she'd ever slept on her couch, and it was comfortable enough for sitting.

I took my braids out before going to 'bed,' and stripped out of everything except for my shirt and panties. April walked in on me while I was removing my bra, but we'd changed in front of each other enough times that it didn't faze either of us. I'd used that fact to peek on her a couple times and she'd thought nothing of it.

Once all the lights were out and I was curled up on a couch too short to stretch out on, I began regretting my decision not to leave. It was a decision I'd regretted every time I had to sleep on my sister's couch, yet I clearly had yet to learn my lesson. Occasionally I'd give in and sleep on the floor instead.

This night was different. I wasn't sure what it was, but after close to an hour lying there, constantly shifting to try and find a position I might be able to sleep in, I decided to try something else.

April never locked her bedroom door, not that there was really any need to. Often times she wouldn't even close it all the way. That made it easy enough to sneak into her room undetected while she slept. The trickier part was slipping under the covers with her without waking her up. I wasn't sure what her reaction would be, but I expected something along the lines of being told to go back to the couch.

Fortunately she didn't wake up. Her breathing never changed even slightly, and she didn't so much as twitch while I settled in next to her. There wasn't a lot of extra room for me, and I accidentally bumped into her a couple times with my elbow.

Since there had been no sign that I had disturbed her yet, I decided to press my luck and roll right up against her back. I snaked an arm up over her side and pushed some of her hair out of the way with the other before finally going still. I was effectively spooning my big sister and she had no idea.

I wished sleeping with her like that was something I could do without having to be all sneaky about it. If I played my cards just right I supposed I might have convinced her to let me, but even then it still wouldn't be ideal. I didn't just want her to let me in her bed, I wanted her to want me in her bed, and that seemed far less likely. Still, at least for one night I had her warm softness to snuggle against, and that was better than nothing.

****

I'd hoped that maybe I'd wake up before April the next morning, then leave before she ever knew I was there. I didn't particularly plan on it though, which was probably just as well. As it turned out, I awoke just as she was trying to delicately slip out from under my arm. She was clearly making an attempt not to disturb me, but she failed.

I tightened my grasp on her, holding her down as she almost slipped away. She gave up on subtlety once she realized I must be awake and began prying her way free.

"You're such a little cuddle-slut," she said.

"Am not," I said. "You're just being a meanie."

"If I was being mean I would have pushed you onto the floor instead of doing my best not to wake you up. Though I probably would have had to get you up pretty soon anyway, so I don't know how much good it would have done."

"Calling me a slut seems kinda mean."

April struggled free and sat up safely out of my reach. She brushed a few errant strands of hair behind her ears.

"I called you a cuddle-slut, it's different. I don't know what else to call you when you're supposed to be sleeping in a different room, and when I wake up you're spooning me."

"Could have thought up something nicer," I said, pouting at her. "I'm only your baby sister, I'm impressionable. You ha--"

I was cut off by a pillow to the face. I couldn't help giggling as I threw it back at my sister.

"Okay, enough silliness," she said, trying to look serious. "You want the shower first or second. We kinda need to get moving."

"I'll go first," I said.

Going first at most anything involving a bathroom was almost instinctual for me. It was a side-effect of sharing one with my sister all those years growing up, I assumed. Being first in meant I didn't have to wait for her to finish. She must have felt the same way, but generally deferred to me for some reason. In a lot of ways, she was nicer to me than I probably deserved.

Once I got the water at just the right temperature and stepped into the shower, it didn't take me long to get lost in thought. I could still feel my sister's body against me, and smell her unique, barely perceptible scent. I didn't know why I was so willing to drive myself crazy over her. Sleeping with her couldn't possibly have done any real good in the long run, even though it had seemed like a good idea at the time.

Without being fully aware of it at first, my hand wandered down between my legs. April was in my head, and, as I knew from experience, there was only one way to quickly make her back off a little.

With all the water running down my body my pussy was pleasantly slick, even without the natural lubrication my arousal would provide. I rubbed slow circles around my clit, then slid my fingers lower and gently pressed them against my entrance. My first two fingers easily went in and I began finger-fucking myself as quietly as I could. I had plenty of experience masturbating in the shower, as it was a place where I generally had more assurance of privacy from my sister, the very person I tended to think about while I was getting off.

Unfortunately, this particular time, April was waiting for me to finish up and vacate the shower. I heard her pounding on the door just as I felt my orgasm begin to build.

"Hurry up!" she called. "I need to get in there too!"

"Just a minute!" I called back.

I'd lost concentration and desperately worked my clit in an attempt to bring back that sense of impending orgasm. It didn't work, and all my efforts seemed to be in vain. If I didn't get off now, I'd just end up more frustrated than if I hadn't bothered to start with.

"Come on you little brat," April said, opening the door. "It can't possibly take that long."

I froze as I listened to her approach the shower where I stood with my hand still at my pussy. I should have assumed a more neutral stance in case she could tell what I was doing, but some part of me kind of wanted to be caught. In fact, despite it being a ridiculous fantasy, I hoped she'd just strip and jump in with me.

Instead she walked past me to the toilet. I was so clueless I didn't have the slightest idea what she was doing until I heard the flush. I squealed and leaped out of the scaldingly hot water to the relative safety of the bath mat. I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around me while April stood there grinning.

"I gave you plenty of time to get out on your own," she said.

"That was still cruel," I said. "Horribly, terribly mean. No wonder I grew up the way I did."

"You mean spoiled and bratty? Yeah, totally my fault. Shoulda been tougher on you. Now scoot."

I stuck my tongue out at her, but left without further argument. At least while she was showering I had another chance to get myself off. I dropped my towel as soon as I was mostly dry and felt the thrill of being naked and exposed in my sister's apartment. With an air of calm I didn't really feel, I made my way back to her bed and flopped down right in the middle.

If I closed my eyes I could imagine her finding me like that; naked and horny and waiting for her. She'd have her towel wrapped around her, with her hair still damp just like mine and her skin all freshly cleaned. She'd let the towel fall... and then she'd do extremely naughty things to me.

I finger-fucked myself mercilessly at the thought of all the things I'd let her do. I had a very good imagination when it came to that sort of thing. The knowledge that she really was naked not too far away from me made my fantasizing all the more intense. There genuinely was a risk that she'd walk in on me jilling off in her bed.

Before long my efforts paid off and my orgasm hit with all the intensity I expected from such risky masturbation. Being exposed somehow always made it better, though not enough for me to become too much of an exhibitionist. I was too much of a scaredy-cat for that.

In my post-orgasm state of relaxation I had to force myself to get dressed. I was thinking a little more clearly now, and I knew I didn't really want to stay naked for too long. However, there were other, less practical thoughts still lurking around in my head. I wasn't as horny now that I'd gotten myself off, but that didn't mean I'd forgotten about my sister.

Clad in an outfit entirely 'borrowed' from April's wardrobe, I slunk back to her bathroom door. From what I could hear she seemed to still be in the shower, so I decided to take a chance.


Cuddle-Slut Ch. 02



Author's Note: Turns out all it takes to get a sequel out of me is a little bribery, who knew? Thanks to LizHaze for editing. 

Chapter 02: The Spooning

We fell together onto the bed, a tangled mess of naked skin and adventurous hands. I loved the idea that it was partly my bed too now, and that I was no longer an intruder in it. I wanted to share everything with my big sister, physically and emotionally, and it looked like that was exactly what I'd get. Somehow I seemed to have stumbled into my own personal paradise.

April, apparently maintaining her focus better than me, was trailing soft kisses all along my neck, and my jaw, and sometimes my lips. I tried to reciprocate, I really did, but I was far too excited and turned on to keep up with her. She'd had an orgasm more recently than me to help take the edge off, I reasoned, so of course she was more in control than me.

She smiled as I stared lovingly into her eyes. She was my big sister, my favorite person in the whole world, my first and only love, and she was all mine. It made me want to do severely impractical things, like dance through the streets and shout it to anyone who would listen. April would kill me if I did, of course.

"You seem distracted," she said, her fingers teasing over my breasts.

"Sorry," I said. "I'm a little overwhelmed."

"That's okay, I think you're probably allowed to be. This is all pretty new for both of us."

She kissed me, her lips soft yet aggressive and her tongue sneaking out to meet mine. I eagerly accepted the kiss and placed a hand on the back of her head to gently hold her against me until we ran out of breath.

One of her hands made its way farther down, slipping past my waist and between my thighs. After our naked shenanigans in the kitchen and getting to lick her to completion for the first time, I was almost unbearably horny. I sighed happily as she began playing with my wet, needy pussy.

Her touch did things to me that I couldn't match on my own, even with all my years of experience. I could almost have sworn she'd been practicing just for me, which was obviously a silly thought since she hadn't felt the same way about me as I did her until very recently. I supposed her skills at getting herself off probably transferred pretty well though. More importantly, anything she did to me probably felt better than it should just because it was her doing it.

I moved my hand to her pussy, mirroring the attention she was giving me, and giggled a little when our wrists bumped together. There was so much nervous energy affecting my dexterity that I was sure even my admittedly unhoned technique would suffer for it. I resolved to someday master the art of bringing my sister to orgasm. I'd need lots of practice of course....

We fingered each other for a few minutes, building the other to higher levels of sexual pleasure and need for release. As with last time, I couldn't help feeling like April was doing more for me than I was for her, but then it was hard for me to know exactly what kind of sensations I was causing her. All I knew is I was doing something right, because her expression and the small noises she made revealed at least that much to me.

Suddenly she pulled her hand away from my pussy, then started to crawl toward the edge of the bed. I grabbed on to her and tried to stop her from moving.

"Where you going?" I asked, worried something was wrong, though I couldn't imagine what it could be.

"Let go for a second, I'm not going anywhere. You better not be this clingy all the time or we're going to have issues."

She had a teasing tone to her voice, but it was cut by her arousal. It was difficult to be too sarcastic when you were as turned on as we were. I realized that if she was anywhere near as horny as she appeared to be, she couldn't possibly intend to go far, and I reluctantly let her go.

April scooted over a little more once she had freedom of movement again, and reached for the top drawer of her dresser. She fished around inside for a moment, unable to see properly from her position, then emerged triumphantly brandishing a vibrator. I almost could have laughed at the situation, if only I wasn't so very intrigued.

"What ya gonna do with that?" I asked.

She smiled in a seductive, but vaguely predatory kind of way.

"You'll see."

April guided me to roll on my back, then climbed on top of me. I immediately reached up to play with her boobs since they were right there, staring at me so invitingly. She resisted my attempt to pull her down closer to me, though.

First she tested the vibrator to make sure the batteries were still good, and it would have been disappointing for both of us if they hadn't been, but everything seemed in order. Then, as I watched in fascination, she positioned herself with her pussy directly on top of mine and slid the vibrator between them.

I gasped as the vibrations hit my clit, as well as the rest of my slit soon after, and looked up at my sister in a mix of shock and lust. She rocked her hips a little, grinding both herself and that wonderful toy of hers against me. I'd never even considered using a vibrator for anything other than 'alone time' before.

"You," I said, "are brilliant."

"I know," she said just before grinding against me again and making me arch my back in pleasure.

The combination of my sexy big sister and the vibrations coming from her plastic toy was incredibly intense. I never stood a chance. My orgasm built harder and faster and just kept coming until finally it hit. I made something halfway between a moan and a scream and gripped her hips firmly as though she might decide get off me midway through if I didn't hold her down.

April kept rocking and grinding as I came, and if I'd been a little more observant, which was difficult under the circumstances, I probably would have noticed she wasn't far behind me. She hit her orgasm right about the same time I was coming down from mine, and I got to watch most of it as she thrashed around on top of me. It was like she was trying to get her pussy positioned in exactly the right place on top of the vibrator, and that spot kept moving.

Luckily April started to recover before the continued sensations got to be too much on my post-orgasmically sensitive clit, and when I was sure she was done I quickly grabbed the vibrator and pulled it away from between my legs. She looked a little more ragged and tired than before we'd reentered the bedroom, for obvious reasons, but also satisfied and, as always, so very beautiful.

She rolled onto her back and I quickly snuggled up with her. She wrapped an arm around my shoulders and hugged me to her.

"You little cuddle-slut," she said, using what was rapidly becoming a term of affection between us. "You know we can't stay in bed all day, right?"

"Why not? S'the weekend."

"Yes, but you're learning to be responsible, remember?"

She started to pry herself free and sit up, and I had to cuddle her more urgently to keep her from getting away.

"Five more minutes. I can still be 'sponsible if we take five minutes."

"Alright, five minutes. But I can see my alarm clock from here, and I'm timing you."

Despite her attempted strictness, I was pretty sure we lay there for longer than she said. She could pretend all she wanted, but I knew she liked when I insisted on snuggling. She had too much of a soft spot for me for her own good. Always had. Of course, it went the other way too. We wouldn't have been where we were if it hadn't.

****

Getting to move in with my sister officially was awesome. It made me smile every time I thought about it. However, it was not without complications.

There was mom, for instance, who was reluctant to see her baby leave for good. It helped that I'd be living with April, since she'd always been happy that we were so close and that I had someone to hang out with that was a 'good influence' on me. I was pretty sure both of my parents had always preferred me hanging out with my sister to many of the alternatives, and it simply hadn't crossed their minds that it would ever be more than visiting.

Fortunately, April was much better at negotiating with and pacifying our mother when she felt like it. She apparently understood how mom was feeling, or could fake it well enough for our purposes, and was remarkably convincing in her argument for me moving away from home. All mom's worries about my safety and well-being were assuaged and in the end I was given her blessing to move out.

April later confided in me that mom probably just didn't know what to do without either of her kids around, which made a certain amount of sense to me. Even though I was pretty sure my parents enjoyed having breaks from me at times, I still remembered that summer when April and I had both gone off to camp at the same time. Mom's emotional state then was reminiscent of what she was going through now.

Aside from that, there was also the issue of moving my stuff to the apartment. I couldn't take everything, of course, since there wasn't really room. I'd need most of my clothes though, and my things for school, and my laptop, and... well, there was quite a list at any rate. It would take more than one trip for sure.

Mom was all too happy to let me keep as many of my things in my old room as I wanted, hinting that it would be nice for me to have them there for when I came back to visit on holidays and such. I tried to remind her that I really wasn't going that far, but she was already busy planning a summer weekend for the family, and it seemed to keep her occupied so I let it drop.

After transporting a couple of quick, smaller loads of my stuff, April and I decided we'd better give in and do some proper planning and packing. We went over one evening after I was done with school and she was done with work, and went to my room with the intent of filling as many bags and boxes as her car could hold. The idea was to reduce the number of repeat trips we'd need to make, as well as the frequency with which I was borrowing my sister's clothes due to faulty planning.

"You have so much junk," April said as I piled shirts into an old duffle bag. "I always knew that, but I guess I'd never really taken the time to look at it all."

"It's not junk," I said, trying to sound indignant. "It only looks that way because it's not yours. If it belonged to you, you'd understand the value."

April wordlessly held up a book that had been torn clean in two. I glared and stuck my tongue out at her.

"That was an accident," I said. "You're just cherry-picking the worst stuff."

"Uh huh, I'm sure you were just about to throw it away and it somehow slipped your mind. And I'm also sure that what appears to be a pile of worn out or too-small shoes is probably just my imagination."

"They're not... some of them are still good."

I was rapidly losing the argument, and I fell back to my old standby. I looked at her with my best puppy dog eyes and pouted until she caved and stopped picking on me.

"Don't look at me like that," she said. "I was just observing, that's all. If you want to keep that stack of old VHS's, you go for it."

"They're treasured childhood memories. S'not my fault I don't have any way to watch them anymore."

"If you say so."

April mercifully went back to what she'd been doing before she felt the need to tease me, which had mainly been packing up the contents of my underwear drawer. It felt somehow naughty to leave her in charge of my bras and panties, so I did.

I kind of wondered if it was turning her on at all, what with it being a slightly less innocent task than it would have been before our relationship had changed. I only wished I'd had something sexier for her to discover, but I'd never been one much for impractical lingerie. There'd never been much point until very recently.

April started dancing a little as she worked. Not dancing exactly, but moving slightly and swaying to some imaginary rhythm. It was enough to catch my attention and distract me from my task. Her butt looked so good in those shorts she was wearing, and the way she was unconsciously swinging it back and forth made it very hard to look away.

It took her a few minutes to realize I'd stopped packing and had settled in comfortably to watch her ass. She gave me an exasperated look, but she couldn't stop the small upward twitch at the corner of her lips.

"You might recall that I'm supposed to be helping you, and not the other way around," she said. "So you should probably get back to work before I decide to take a break too. And I don't want to hear any complaining if we forget something because you were busy gawking."

"You've got a nice butt," I said, completely ignoring her tirade.

"I know, but that's not the point."

"Come on, we can take a little break."

I moved toward her, but she held out a hand to fend me off.

"Mom's downstairs," she reminded me. "And for all we know dad could be back by now too. We're not risking one of them walking in on anything... inappropriate."

"Just a little risk?" I suggested, holding my thumb and finger half an inch apart.

"No."

She crossed her arms and tried to look firm.

"Itty bitty risk?"

I held my fingers even closer together.

"No, and if you ask again I'm getting back in my car and leaving you here for the night. On the other hand, if you can behave a little while longer, just think of all the sexy times we can have back at the apartment where there's no threat of surprise parental supervision."

I weighed the advantages and disadvantages of being patient, then decided to go ahead and push my luck. After all, April had only forbidden asking again, she hadn't said anything about non-verbal aggression.

Once she was confident I wasn't going to protest her decision any further, she turned back sorting my underwear. I pretended to resume piling clothes into the dufflebag I'd been filling, but mostly I just waited until I could sneak up her without her noticing until it was too late. She squealed as my arms snaked around her waist and I pulled her into a quick, but tight, hug.

"Did you not listen to anything I just said?" she asked as she tried to free herself.

"I did, then I ignored it."

I kissed the side of her neck, so she leaned her head against her shoulder to stop me. I simply switched sides and kept right on trailing kisses between her cheek and shoulder.

"You brat. We need to get finished here."

"Mm-hm, in a minute."

April continued to 'struggle' against me, though it was the type of struggling that mainly resulted in our bodies rubbing against each other rather than her actually escaping. I pressed myself against her more firmly and kept nuzzling at her neck while also moving my hands up to cup her breasts through her shirt.

"You're just going to get us both all horny," she said. "And you know as well as I do we can't do anything about that while we're here. We'd stop paying attention and mom could easily come check up on us and we wouldn't hear her...."

"Yeah, I know. But, like, do you even know how many times I thought about you in this room? All those fantasies, and I never, ever thought they'd come true. But now they are true, and here we are."

"I get that, but--"

"Can't we just make out in my old room once?"

I did my best to look cute and innocent and pleading all at the same time, and I must have had some success because April didn't say no right away. She appeared torn, unable to either deny my request or to acquiesce.

"We could get caught," she said.

"Mom hasn't come up here the whole time we've been packing, why would she come up now?"

"But she could," April insisted.

"Yeah, and a meteor could hit too. Or a volcano could go off. Lots of things could happen."

"Pretty sure there aren't any vol--"

I stepped around in front of my sister and kissed her, cutting her off mid-sentence. Her resolve was clearly weakening, and she didn't even try to fend me off.

"We need to be quiet," she said.

"Mm-hm." I nodded eagerly.

"And quick. And no clothes are coming off."

"Mm-hm."

She gave me a look, one that told me I'd better not push her for any further concessions, then slipped her arms around me. She kissed me this time, and I happily parted my lips for her. After a moment her tongue snuck into my mouth and began exploring.

I reached behind April to grab her butt with both hands, squeezing it through her shorts. I wasn't sure if she'd let me get underneath her clothes or not, and didn't want to risk her cutting me off just yet.

Our breasts pressed together as we held each other close. I liked to imagine I would have been able to feel her nipples against mine, if only she hadn't been wearing a bra. I'd taken to not bothering with one at times, if only for convenience around my sister.

My hips rocked gently all on their own, seeking something to rub against to help sate my sexual desires. If I could just get one of April's legs between mine I'd be able to grind on it and give my pussy what it wanted. She knew what I was up to though and subtly, but deliberately no doubt, prevented me from doing that. She'd just tell me we were only supposed to be making out if I protested.

I realized too late I might have actually made a mistake. I was getting too horny with no easy way to deal with it, and I'd have to wait until we finished packing and got back to the apartment to fix that. On the other hand, any opportunity to tongue-wrestle with my sister was never too much of a bad thing.

Suddenly there was a slight creak in the hallway outside my room, and April and I whirled toward the doorway at the same time. The door wasn't even completely closed, so we had a few seconds at most before we'd be seen by whoever was out there. Probably it was mom, but it didn't matter much who it was if we were caught.

April turned back to my dresser while I quickly dived to the floor and tried to act like I'd been sitting there folding clothes for the past several minutes. It was kind of a dumb cover since I hadn't folded anything else that had gone in the half-full duffle bag, but it might pass casual inspection.

"Hey girls, how's it going in here?"

It was mom, as expected, checking up on us just like I'd said she wouldn't. April was going to point that out when she had the chance, there was no doubt in my mind.

"Good, I think," April said. "We're getting it done anyway."

I stayed quiet and hoped mom wouldn't notice how flushed I was. At least the dampness in my panties wouldn't be obvious, so I didn't have to worry about hiding that.

"Well that's good," mom said. "Your father just got home, you two'll come down for supper before you go, of course."

The way she said it offered no real chance to argue. It wasn't a question, it was a decree.

"Sure, we can eat before we go," April said. "Saves me making something later."

I looked up at her, suddenly suspicious. Since when did she not love cooking? No, she was up to something.

Mom was satisfied and soon left us alone again. We both stayed where we were for a couple minutes, as though afraid she might return, but I could only stay silent for so long.

"What are you up to?" I demanded. "You gave in way too easily."

"Me? I just like mom's cooking," April said innocently. "And it makes her so happy when she has both her daughters around for a little while. You know, not long enough for her to remember how much of a pain in the ass we both are to have around. She has such a terrible memory for that."

It was true, I was fully prepared to admit I could be a pain in the ass. April wasn't nearly as bad, in my opinion anyway, but since she and mom both liked to be in control, there had occasionally been... disagreements between them. Very loud disagreements. Of course that didn't stop mom from missing her eldest daughter terribly when she wasn't around. She was funny that way.




Cuddle-Slut Ch. 02



****

We finally finished up, more or less, and got my stuff in April's car. Shortly after that we joined our parents at the table for supper. April and I sat across from each other, as we always had ever since we were little. At this point she still hadn't given me any hints as to what she was up to.

I began to relax as I ate, and I joined in the familiar meal time conversation with the rest of my family. It wasn't too often anymore that the four of us were all together, but the natural diplomacy of the situation wasn't something easily forgotten. Depending on my mood, and everyone else's, it was sometimes fun to goad April and mom into an argument, or, less often, I'd try to prevent one. This time around I did neither and simply went with the flow.

At one point I felt something, a foot probably, brush against my leg, and I ignored it at first thinking someone might have accidentally kicked me. Then it came back and rested against my leg, just above my ankle. I looked across the table at April, who had an enigmatic little smile on her face.

Once she knew she had my attention, her foot slowly crept up higher and higher until it was just past my knee. This was getting to be awfully risky of her, at least by her standards. If she wanted to mess around under the table, that was fine by me. I couldn't imagine she really thought it was going to bother me in any way.

She had that look on her face though, one that suggested she really was up to something vaguely sinister. Generally I was far more prone to such expressions, but I still recognized it on her when I saw it. I shrugged mentally and spread my legs wider, giving my sister more room to play. I wasn't really sure what she could do without being too obvious about it, but I was certainly willing to find out.

Much to my disappointment, April really didn't do much other than run her foot slowly over a small section of my leg, and never went any farther than my lower thigh. She must have been deliberately teasing me, knowing I'd imagine her pressing her foot right up against my pussy, or something similar, which of course I was. It might have been an impractical fantasy to begin with, but I could hardly help that.

I petulantly closed my legs back up and stuck my tongue out at her when no one else was watching. She grinned and merely switched to rubbing her foot along the outside of my leg instead. I hated that somehow she was making me horny, despite not really doing anything that should warrant such a reaction. Even more than that, I hated the fact that she clearly had no intention of doing anything about it.

The conversation continued around me while I withdrew more and more. I kept alternating between trying to ignore my sister and trying to keep her foot from touching me in such a seductive way without being obvious about it. I failed at both goals.

I was lucky to get through supper with neither mom or dad asking what was wrong, as I was sure my quiet fidgeting would have been noticed. My pussy was presenting small but constant demands for attention, and I could feel how wet my panties had gotten when I moved. Sure, part of that was probably from my pre-supper make out session, but the effect my sister could have on me was still amazing.

As soon as I could, I maneuvered April out the door and into her car. She had a smug grin on her face, but otherwise she gave no indication of the torture she'd been putting me through.

"Can't believe you did that," I said.

"Did what?"

"You know what. Playing with me under the table like that. What happened to worrying about getting caught?"

"You mean caught accidentally making perfectly innocent contact with my baby sister? Yeah, I should have been worried alright."

I realized I was getting nowhere, so I gave up. Besides, I had something else to take care of.

While April drove us back to our apartment, I slipped my hand into my shorts and under my panties. I fingered myself as well as I could under the circumstances, given that I didn't have particularly good access, but it was enough to temporarily keep my horniness in check.

"Are you really masturbating right now?" April asked. "You couldn't even wait until we got back?"

"Well it's your fault I'm so turned on. I need to take care of it somehow."

"Ha, don't blame me. You're constantly horny, there's not a thing that can be done about it."

Her refusal to take any blame irked me slightly. Some revenge was in order, I decided.

I slid my shorts down my legs and kicked them off, followed closely by my soggy panties. I reclined in my seat, making my semi-nudity more obvious to my sister, and began masturbating for real. It would serve her right if her seat smelled like pussy afterward.

"Dammit, put your clothes back on," she said.

"No."

"Other people are going to be able to see you, this is not exactly a private area."

"They can't see my bottom half, it's not like I took my shirt off or anything."

"They could still... you could... just get dressed."

Now I was having fun. April was flustered, and doing her best to keep her attention on the road despite the show going on right next to her. I was in control, if only briefly, and she knew it.

I stared straight at her, meeting her eyes when she occasionally glanced at me, and slowly pulled my shirt over my head. April was probably doing almost twenty under the speed limit by now as I took more and more of her attention. Fortunately we weren't on a particularly busy stretch of road, so we weren't actually blocking traffic. I sank down in the seat even more to prevent the rare pedestrian we passed from seeing much, but otherwise did nothing to cover my body.

"Dammit," she whispered. "You'll make me drive into the ditch or something, you know that right?"

"I don't think so. You're a pretty good driver."

It was more of a rush than I'd expected to be naked in such an exposed location. Despite my initial confidence, there was a chance someone would see me well enough to know I didn't have any clothes on. Somehow it made the situation even hotter. All I'd meant to do was get back at my sister and enjoy getting her as turned on as I was. Instead, I found my horniness getting even worse.

I skillfully fingered my pussy with one hand while the other caressed my breasts, alternating between them every so often. I made sure to moan and gasp and whimper more than necessary just to get to April a little more, but I genuinely didn't have to act all that much.

The car jerked a couple times as April nearly drifted out of her lane, but I was beyond caring about that. I was so close to cumming, so close, and it would have taken physical restraint to stop me at that point.

My sister was breathing heavily, and I noted that her thighs would squeeze together slightly every so often. If she hadn't been driving I had no doubt she would have been masturbating right along with me.

"Better hurry up, little sister. We're almost there."

She may as well not have bothered with the warning for all it mattered to me, I was right on the verge of orgasm anyway. My fingers flew over my clit, faster and faster until suddenly I was there. I came hard, the pleasure almost making me dizzy. My seatbelt cut into me as I thrashed and stiffened in ways a car seat wasn't meant for, but I hardly noticed the pain.

"Last warning before you have to deal with being naked when I park," April said.

I nodded weakly as I slumped back in my seat, feeling drained from my exertion. I wasn't even certain I'd be able to dress myself. Somehow, with fumbling hands, I managed. My panties got stuffed in my pocket since it was too much work, and they were too uncomfortably damp, for me to want to put them back on.

We managed to get most of my stuff out of the car and into the apartment before I collapsed on the couch and refused to move. April came to sit with me and stroked my hair lovingly.

"Shouldn't have tired yourself out so much," she said.

"Totally worth it," I said. "Even though now I just want to nap."

"Mm-hm, I bet."

I let her hold me and caress my hair for a bit while my strength came back.

"April?"

"Yeah?"

"We're never gonna be able to tell mom and dad, are we?"

"No baby, we're not. We knew that going in."

"I know, it's just... I knew it, but I didn't really think about it before. It's just gonna have to be our secret."

"Yeah, it is."

I turned my head slightly to face her. After a moment I pushed myself up enough to kiss her, showing her my affection in a way my words couldn't.

"Totally worth it," I said.

****

Finding a job sucked, that was my initial impression. I was pretty sure actually having one would suck too. That was the deal though, I had to get one to stay with April and there was no way I was going to give up on that just because the real world was a cruel and depressing place.

I was pretty much going to have to start out in a shitty retail position, there wasn't much of a way around that. I was still in high school, so my potential hours were limited, and I had no job experience to speak of. Not that I didn't still look for a job with low expectations and a high salary on the off-chance that sort of thing existed, but I resigned myself pretty quickly to being a minimum wage employee for a while.

Well, I'd be a minimum wage employee once I actually landed a job anyway. That part turned out to be even trickier than I'd suspected before I started, and my hopes hadn't been all that high to begin with. April was sympathetic to my woes, and as long as I was trying she said she had no intention of pushing me any harder. I started going into a couple conveniently located businesses on my way home from school, but I didn't have much luck at first.

"Ugh," I said as entered the apartment after two more failed applications.

"No luck?" April asked.

"None whatsoever. It's like no one wants to hire an unqualified, probably incompetent girl who's only going to be there until something better turns up."

"Aw, I'm sure it's not that bad. Sometimes people just aren't hiring, that's all."

She led me to the couch and snuggled up with me. It improved my mood tremendously in very little time at all. I slipped a hand casually under her shirt and idly played with her boobs over her bra.

"Is this what everyone does?" I asked. "Just keep trying and failing and hoping it all works out?"

"Sort of, I suppose. It depends. Did I ever tell you about how I lost the first real job I had in less than a week?"

I shook my head in confusion. "You were there longer than that, weren't you? That was at that bakery, right? Didn't you work there for, like, almost a year?"

"No, that was my second job. I probably never told you about the first one 'cause I was embarrassed. I worked there as a waitress, though like I said, not for very long."

I managed to get an arm around her far enough to reach her bra clasp and unhook it. Her bra slid easily away from her chest and gave me easier access to her breasts.

"What happened?"

"Well, the short version is I tried to tell the manager he was doing his job wrong. He didn't like that so much."

"Yeah, that sounds like you," I said, chuckling a little at the thought of my sister telling off her boss after she'd just started working for him. "But that's not really embarrassing."

"No, it isn't anymore. But this was back when I had much less experience in life. It was my first job. I wanted the money and independence, and instead I got fired before I was even settled in. I felt like kind of a failure."

April pulled her shirt up over her breasts without me even having to ask. I smiled at her for knowing me so well.

"So now I have to worry about getting fired too? I was hoping to not think about that until I'd taken care of the getting hired part."

"That... wasn't really the point I was trying make. It was supposed to demonstrate how things don't always work out the way you want, and sometimes that's a good thing. Like how I don't think I would have liked that job, so maybe it was just as well I didn't have to stay there very long."

"Mm-hm. Well maybe it will all work out. I've been surprised before by things eventually going better than I could possibly have hoped."

"About what?"

I just looked at her silently until she blushed.

"Oh, you mean me," she said.

"Yeah, I mean you." I leaned in and kissed her, then rested my head on her shoulder. "That's what I keep thinking about every time I get told 'sorry, can't hire you right now.' That it's all worth it 'cause I get to come home to you every night, and usually have naked sexy times too."

"I suppose I can see that being a major upside for you. And speaking of things you like...." She stood, ignoring my pout as I lost my cuddle-buddy. "I'm gonna go make us some food, because I'm starting to get hungry."

She walked to the kitchen, letting her shirt slowly settle back into place instead of immediately pulling it down to cover herself. I hadn't been exaggerating; any time I was feeling overwhelmed lately, or like life completely sucked, all I had to do was remind myself that I had April. She was a serious positive point in my world, and I was so, so glad she'd been able to return my feelings for her. Despite how we really hadn't been together romantically all that long, relatively speaking, I couldn't imagine going back to living any other way.

****

I actually did manage to get a job a couple days later, though not technically through my own efforts. One of my friends had a cousin who was assistant manager at a clothing store in a nearby mall. Apparently that was all it took to get me a serious consideration for a job. Well, that and, as I later found out, they'd just had two people quit.

My first shift was Saturday morning, which was kind of depressing since it meant no sleeping in for me. I loved spooning with April on weekend mornings, lying there lazily either holding her or being held depending on who happened to be the big spoon. Now I actually had somewhere I needed to be, and I actually had to get up earlier than I would for school just to add insult to injury.

As far as the job itself, it turned out to be not quite as bad as I'd feared. I could definitely see it getting tedious and boring once the novelty wore off, but at first there were so many new things to learn that I didn't really have a chance to get bored. Even something like refolding clothes that customers had messed with took a lot of concentration to do while I was still figuring it out.

I'd also heard that customers could be absolute nightmares at times, or so a couple other employees mentioned. That was supposedly pretty common in retail, so I believed it and I got a little nervous a couple times when someone came in who looked like they were in a bad mood. Nobody was really mean or rude to me though, and I survived the day relatively intact.

Much to my surprise, April showed up right at the end of my shift, just as I was walking out the door. I'd resigned myself to grabbing the bus to get back, not having expected her to both drop me off in the morning and pick me up afterward.

"Don't get used to it," she said, as though reading my mind. "I needed to do a little shopping anyway. Figured I'd give you a ride while I was at it."

I smiled and hugged her, knowing better than to kiss her in public. Most of the people around us wouldn't have known we were sisters, but someone might. Plus two girls kissing in the middle of the mall might very well attract just enough attention for even people who didn't know us to get curious. We had to be careful in public, even though I hated it.

"What'd you need to buy?" I asked, taking her hand and holding it as we walked. That much public affection was okay, or at least we'd both decided it was without really discussing it.

"Just some minor, uninteresting things. A couple books, some new sheets for the bed. Another vibrator."

She spoke so casually I almost let the last item on her list go without paying it any attention.

"Another what?"

"You heard me. I thought it wouldn't hurt to have two, just in case."

"Even though it's really, really fun sharing one?"

She smiled. "I don't know that we'd want to share every time. I'm kind of surprised you didn't have one actually. Unless you've just been hiding it this whole time, in which case I didn't need to bother getting a new one."

I bit my lip, feeling a sudden flash of embarrassment.

"Used to have one," I mumbled.

"But not anymore?"

"Mom found it. I forgot to hide it one time and... yeah. Made things so awkward for like a week. I got rid of it just so I wouldn't have to risk that happening again. Kind of regretted it afterward though."

My face felt warm, and I was probably blushing just at the memory of mom's reaction. She hadn't gotten mad or anything, but it had been so... uncomfortable. I hadn't been able to have a proper conversation with her for a while after that.

"Oof, that's rough. That's why some of us learn to be more careful with things we don't want our parents to find."

"Hey, it was one time. I made a mistake. Don't act all superior just because of that."

"Uh huh, so you're going to tell me that was the one and only time you left your vibrator out. You didn't, say, regularly forget to put it away, and this one instance in question just happened to be the one where mom went in your room?"

"I... shut up."

I purposefully bumped into her as we walked, just enough to knock her to the side a little. Obviously she couldn't get too far though, not with our hands still clasped together.

"Sorry baby, you know I'm just teasing. That would legitimately be a horrible thing to have to go through."

"No kidding." I brightened up a little at a passing thought. "At least I don't have to worry about that anymore. Not around you."

"Mm-hm, that's true. You've hardly ever seemed to be embarrassed at all around me. Especially now that being naked together is something that happens on a regular basis."

"That does make awkwardness seem kinda pointless," I agreed.

We eventually made it to the car and got in, but not before I'd spied some promising looking shopping bags in the back seat. I grabbed the one that most looked like it could contain a sex toy before putting on my seatbelt. April glanced at me and shook her head slightly, but didn't say anything.

While she drove us home I opened up the bad and found that I had guessed correctly. It was, in fact, the one with a vibrator inside.

"It looks like your old one," I said. "Except very... pink."

"Yeah, I thought maybe you'd go for a brighter colour."

"I do kind of like the colour, I was kind of hoping you'd pick a different model though. Something new and interesting, you know?"

"Tell you what, you get your first paycheck, you can go buy whatever kind of toy you want. Personally, I find being too adventurous can be overrated at times."

I considered what she said while I examined the sex toy in my hands.

"Did you get any batteries?" I asked.

"There's some at the apartment. So no, you can't play with it until we get back. Honestly, I have no idea how you can be so horny all the time."

"That's just the effect you have on me. You should know that by now."

"I suppose maybe I should."

****

I had some free time that afternoon, and I spent part of it experimenting with the new vibrator. After locating the batteries of course. April was no help on that front, she was just amused at the sight of me wandering around on my own little scavenger hunt.

It was pretty much the exact same thing as her old vibrator, as I'd suspected, but its vibrations did seem to be a little stronger, perhaps because it was new. Granted, that could have just been my imagination.

What I'd really wanted to try was using both of them at the same time, and the results of that test were really quite excellent. One inside me and one on my clit made for a couple very interesting, and rather quick, orgasms. I tried to get April to try it out too, but she was 'busy.' For some reason she didn't always think sexy times took priority over everything else.




Cuddle-Slut Ch. 02



That was okay though, I sometimes liked when she made it a bit of a challenge for me. Once I'd had enough of playing by myself I put on a shirt, and only a shirt, before strolling casually around the apartment for the rest of the afternoon. I made no attempt to seduce her other than that, but I knew I had her interest. She couldn't stop sneaking peeks at me any time she was near. Mostly I pretended that everything was normal and that I was properly clothed. She must have known what I was doing; she wasn't slow on the uptake when it came to me, but that didn't stop it from working.

I waited until April had started making supper to push her any further. I took the new vibrator into the kitchen where she was chopping vegetables for a salad while simultaneously keeping an eye on a couple of pots she had on the stove. For a moment I had a familiar flash of envy at how easily she did it all. If I had tried even that limited multitasking when it came to cooking, I'd probably end up accidentally dumping vegetables into one of the pots instead of the salad bowl, then burning the whole thing anyway.

The moment passed quickly, as I was used to feeling inadequate in the kitchen around her. I advanced, not quite sneaking up on her since she already knew I was there, but somehow feeling kind of sneaky all the same. From behind her I reached around and slipped the vibrator down the front of her shorts, turning it on just before releasing it.

"Ooh," she said, wiggling a little as her pussy was suddenly subjected to some extremely pleasurable sensations. "That's kinda nice, but I am working here."

She tried to remove the vibrator, but I grabbed her wrist before she could get to it.

"Uh uh," I said. "I want it to stay in there for a bit."

"I know you won't believe me, but some people don't need to masturbate constantly, and I'm one of those people."

"I don't do it constantly, I went all morning without touching myself inappropriately at all."

"Be that as it may, you know very well we'd both starve if I gave in to every sexual desire you had."

"Fine, then let me do that."

She turned around, a wide grin on her face. "You're going to do the cooking?"

"Just cutting the vegetables. I can do that."

April silently turned her knife so the handle was toward me and waited for me to take it. I accepted it with more confidence than I truly felt, since we both knew the odds weren't great that I wouldn't screw up somehow.

She leaned back against the counter, moaning softly every now and then as the vibrator continued buzzing away against her pussy. I got some satisfaction from watching her out of the corner of my eyes, and seeing her gaze obviously drifting toward my still uncovered lower half.

"Alright," she said. "Go for it."

I hesitated briefly, then finished slicing a tomato that April had started. My pieces were a lot less even and symmetrical than hers, but it wasn't too bad. In fact, it all went fairly smoothly until I got to the carrots.

"You need to peel those," she said.

"I know that," I said defensively. "I'm not completely helpless at this, only mostly helpless."

Of course, I wasn't exactly skilled at peeling carrots. April didn't comment, and I tried not to watch her while I did it, but I was sure she was either smirking or wincing the whole time. Bad as it was, the actual cutting somehow went worse. The very first cut I tried to make, I accidentally sent half the carrot flying off the counter onto the floor. My sister just giggled.

"Fine," I said. "I get it, I don't know why I bothered trying." I slammed my knife down with more force than necessary. "How do you--"

I stopped as I turned to April and realized that her giggles had turned to something else, something much more sexual. She was leaning heavily on the counter and pressing her hand against the front of her shorts, grinding the vibrator on her pussy. My mood changed instantly, and I went from being mildly frustrated to somewhat aroused within seconds.

Watching my sister cum was something I loved to be able to do. It was even better if I was directly responsible for it, but this was still okay. Her facial expressions, the sounds she made, the way her body moved, it was all so very sexual and beautiful, and always different enough that I felt like I was seeing something new every time.

April pulled the vibrator out of her shorts as she came down from her orgasm and carefully set it aside. It kept buzzing until I finally had to go turn it off. My sister actually seemed a little unsteady on her feet.

"Well that was... somewhat unique," she said.

"So you liked it?"

"Yes, mostly. It was kind of frustrating 'cause it wasn't really hitting the right places, but the slow, painful buildup is nice sometimes." She poured herself a glass of water and sipped at it. "Anyway, we were in the middle of something, weren't we."

"Sort of. You can take back over now, I'm obviously not doing all that well."

"Mm-hm, you know why that is?"

"Because you got all the cooking skill in the family I assume."

"Not all of it, and no, that's not the main problem. You don't have enough patience."

"Isn't that my problem when it comes to just about everything? I'm pretty sure it is. There's not much I can do about it."

"That's the thing, you can learn if you want to. I find sometimes you just need the right motivation." April wiped her hands off, then recovered the piece of carrot I'd sent flying across the floor. She washed it off and set it back in front of me. "Here, practice cutting it thin. You can't really do any more damage to it."

I shrugged and turned around, preparing to cut. April slipped in behind me and gently placed her hand over mine.

"Slowly," she said. "You don't want to chop, you want to slice."

"Those are the same thing."

"Sort of, yes, but not quite."

She guided my hand's movement, and together we cut a very passable slice of carrot off of the main part. She was right, even with her limiting my input I could feel the difference from the type of cutting I would normally do. I was very much into quick, simple movements, whereas April's technique was, naturally, a little more refined.

I let her continue to guide me, partly because I was learning something, but mainly because her body was pressed up against mine. It was particularly nice because I was still half-naked and it was very easy to imagine something dirty happening any minute. She had good access to most any part of my body if she wanted it.

"You starting to get the hang of it?" she whispered in my ear.

"Yes," I said, even though I was actually beginning to lose my focus.

April let go of me and pulled away. "Okay, I'll leave it to you then."

"What? No, come back. I like it better when you help. It's, you know, what you were saying about needing motivation."

"That's not really what I meant."

"But it was working, wasn't it?"

"I suppose it kind of was."

With an overly dramatic sigh she stepped back up behind me and resumed her position. It was sort of a weird way to be intimate I supposed, but I liked it. And with her help I was making some progress, so it wasn't like it was all just an excuse to be close to her. Not completely.

"All I can say is you better not get too horny before we're done here," she said. "Because I will make you finish up if I have to."

"Yeah, you probably would too. You can be mean that way when you want to."

"It's all for your own good, dear sister. I'm very concerned for your well-being you know."

April kissed me softly on the neck, then again a little lower. That wasn't playing fair if she expected me not to get all turned on, but I wasn't about to complain. Somehow I kept working, and the food all eventually got made. It wasn't half bad either, despite my involvement. Granted, my sister had done most of the real work, and all I'd done was cut up a few vegetables, but it was something. That was better than my success rate most of the time.

****

I started having more cooking lessons with my sister after that, and they did improve my skills at least marginally. It helped that April was really getting the hang of motivating me. It used to be that I'd just get distracted when she tried to teach me, back in the days before I'd admitted what she meant to me. She still distracted me, but at least now we could use my attraction to her for more constructive purposes.

The promise of any sort of sexy times, for example, was always sufficient to get my attention and could apply to more situations than just cooking. I had my final exams coming up in school, and I'd always been a procrastinator when it came to studying. April started playing a game with me that she called 'strip studying,' and it actually made me want to review and reread and practice and all those other things I should have been doing anyway.

Essentially she would ask me a question related to one of my courses, or sometimes get me to write out a paragraph or whatever, either out of one of my books or just made up on the spot. If I answered well enough she took off a piece of clothing, if I got it wrong I had to take off a piece. She later modified it so that she'd put a piece of clothing back on instead as punishment for failure, since it was more effective than having me strip. I quite liked being naked around her, after all.

Depending on how busy we were and how much free time we both had, April might ask me only a couple of questions and end up wandering around half-naked for a while, or we might spend a few hours at it. I liked the longer sessions, because when I managed to get my sister naked and she had no more clothes to remove, she had to find other ways to reward me. That usually meant her making me cum somehow, via various methods. Afterward she'd get dressed again and we'd repeat the process.

The end result was that I was better prepared for my exams than I'd ever been, and I felt remarkably confident when I finished writing one. The typical doubt and worry that I'd made too many mistakes just wasn't there. It was an exceptionally nice feeling.

Even work, despite how it could get to be kind of a drag at times, couldn't dull the pride I felt in myself. I was simply in too positive a frame of mind to be brought down by the relatively insignificant negative parts of my life.

Maybe it was that confidence that finally led me to go and look at sex toys like April had suggested. I wasn't all that shy generally, and it wasn't exclusive to the way I acted around my sister, but actually going that kind of store was mostly an unknown to me.

The one vibrator I'd owned before having to get rid of it had been acquired via a shady transaction through a friend who, as I understood it, got her sister to buy it. I'd never asked any more about it than that, but in hindsight I couldn't help wondering if there had been anything at all sexual about their relationship. It seemed unlikely in some ways, but at the same time it also seemed unlikely that April and I were the only sisters in the whole world to love each other the way we did.

Whatever the case, sex shops were foreign to me, and mainly evoked images of creepy men standing around waiting to perv on any innocent girl who might wander in. Not that I couldn't handle that if I had to, but the scary, unknown quality of the whole situation left me a little less brave than I was in most circumstances.

I wanted to at least go in one though, even if it turned out to be a horrible experience. April had apparently managed it, more than once even, so it couldn't be too bad. I decided to do it after an exam on a day when I didn't have work to mess with my sense of confidence beforehand.

There was one not too far out of the way, maybe the one my sister had gone to for all I knew. It was kind of discreet and tucked out of the way, but not in a bad part of town or anything and it didn't seem too sketchy judging by what little I could see from the outside. I only hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath and stepping through the door.

My first impression of the interior was that it was, more or less, just another store. The merchandise was, naturally, quite different from the usual, but the actual atmosphere of the place wasn't unlike that of a small bookshop. There were no staring, lecherous men waiting for me, no other customers at all for that matter, only a bored looking girl flipping through a magazine by the cash register. I wondered idly if it was a dirty magazine, or something more mundane.

The girl ignored me, other than a brief glance, so I started exploring on my own. I recognized a lot of the things on display immediately: vibrators, dildos, handcuffs, gags... years of watching porn paying off ever so slightly. There were also some things that I couldn't begin to guess at, and others that just looked really, really uncomfortable to use.

I stopped in front of what I could only assume was the anal toy section. I wasn't sure why I stopped there as opposed to anywhere else in the store, although I would admit to being somewhat intrigued by the whole idea. April and I had never really gotten into much ass play, nor had I experimented all that much on my own, but I'd thought it about on occasion. It was the sort of thing I should at least try, just so I'd know what it was like, if for no other reason.

I picked up a butt plug to examine it a little more closely. I'd never actually seen one in real life, only on the internet, but it matched my expectations pretty closely.

"You probably want a smaller one," the girl by the register said.

Her unexpected input startled me and I dropped the toy. I looked over at her, finding her still not paying me any obvious attention, though clearly she must have been watching after all.

"What?" I said.

"You look like you don't know what you're doing," she said in a tone of voice that contained no judgement, and only the tiniest bit of interest. "If you haven't tried it before, you want to start with something smaller in your butt than the one you just had."

"Oh, no. I, uh, don't even know if I want it. I was just looking, that's all."

"Suit yourself."

I bent down to pick up the butt plug I'd dropped, suddenly unsure I wanted to stick around much longer. The girl didn't seem unfriendly, and apparently was at least a little bit helpful, but I wasn't sure I wanted her watching while I explored the possibilities of the shop.

"Boyfriend pressuring you to try it?"

Again there didn't seem too much actual interest, but the girl was still talking to me. I had no idea what to make of her. Maybe she was just bored and conversing with me was better than nothing.

"Um, no. No I'm not really the boyfriend type."

I wasn't sure why I phrased it like that. I sort of wanted her to know I was a lesbian, and didn't want her to know all at the same time.The girl looked up at me with a glimmer of interest for the first time.

"You mean you're a lesbian? Or something more... complicated?"

"Lesbian," I answered, blushing slightly. "And no, there's no pressure from anyone. Just my own curiousity."

The girl nodded slowly. "Huh. Well, if you're actually interested, that black one is a good one to start with," she said, pointing to one of the smaller plugs next to me. "It's one of the cheaper options too, which isn't a bad thing if you're not sure you'll use it much."

She probably had a much better idea of what she was talking about in this area than I did, and I caught myself before asking if she had personal experience with the one she'd recommended. Something told me she did, but that didn't mean such a personal question was okay. Although my orientation had come up already and that was quite personal in some ways....

Regardless, I now found myself faced with the more pressing question of whether or not I actually wanted an anal toy. Somehow I felt like that needed to be dealt with before I moved on to other things.

"I kind of wanted it in pink," I said, mostly to myself, but I knew the girl would be able to hear me.

"Well, we have some of those too. Any of the ones about the same size as that are probably fine, mainly you just want to stay small at first. That's the important part."

I nodded and switched the plug I'd been holding for a pink one I'd been eyeing that looked like it just about matched April's newer vibrator colour-wise. What the hell, I was earning a paycheck now, I could splurge a little if I wanted to.

My mind still wasn't entirely made up, yet I found myself walking up to the counter and depositing my choice beside the register. The girl across the counter looked somewhat amused. I noticed for the first time that she was wearing a name tag that said 'Tori' on it. It seemed an odd thing to wear in a place like this, but at least I had a name now.

"It's not my name," she said, following my gaze. "Belonged to another girl who worked here, from a different job. I started wearing it when she forgot it here after she quit."

"You're a weird girl," I said without really thinking.

Not-Tori grinned. "I know. That's part of why I work here. Tell you what, come back a few more times, maybe I'll tell you my real name."

I rolled my eyes and snorted derisively, beginning to feel strangely comfortable around her.

"That work on a lot of guys does it?" I asked. "Getting the repeat business and all."

"You'd be surprised. Anyway," she said, gesturing to my purchase, "up to you, but you might want to get lube with that."

"Oh, right."

I blushed again at not having thought of something that, in hindsight, I probably should have. I started to turn back to find some when Not-Tori stopped me.

"People are always forgetting it. I keep some here behind the counter for those cases, the kind I'd recommend if you're willing to trust me on it."

"Um, sure."

Not-Tori placed a small bottle beside my butt plug, then rang me through. It was a small thrill to actually have money to pay with that I'd earned myself, and another thrill to be spending it on something dirty. I couldn't help wondering what April was going to think about my purchase, and, more pressingly, how I could show it off. The possibilities were intriguing.

****

I lost my nerve after getting back to the apartment, and for a couple days my new purchase just sat in its discreet, unmarked bag. I wanted privacy for the first attempt anyway, I decided, and that wasn't always easy to get. It had never been an issue before, but there really weren't a lot of dependable opportunities for me to be in the apartment without April. Maybe I should have just included her, even gotten her to help me put the butt plug in the first time, but it would just be embarrassing if it turned out I couldn't do it, or didn't like it, or whatever else there was that could go wrong.

My chance came one day after finishing my very last exam for the year and, hopefully, forever. I didn't have work that day, and I got home before my sister. It was hard to know exactly when she'd be back, but I decided the odds were good that I'd have enough time. Besides, I was on a bit of a high from potentially being done with high school permanently, and was ready to venture out of my comfort zone a little.

I started by taking a shower, making sure I was as clean as possible before playing with my butt. Once I'd dried off afterward, I wiped the fog from the bathroom mirror and examined the reflection of my backside over my shoulder. I was still a little nervous about putting anything in my ass, but the thought also made me feel sexy and excited.

Still naked, I walked to the bedroom where I had laid out the butt plug and bottle of lube on the bed. My hands trembled ever so slightly as I carefully lubed up the plug, then my butt.

I gently pressed my finger against my asshole, knowing that if I couldn't even manage that limited penetration then I might as well give up on the whole thing. It took a minute or two of cautious pressure, but I soon had about half my finger in my butt. It felt kind of weird, not painful as I had feared it might, though my finger was smaller than what I planned on trying next.




Cuddle-Slut Ch. 02



Once I felt I was ready, I withdrew my finger and replaced it with the butt plug, pressing the tip right against the entrance to my ass. The plug was narrow at first and no more difficult to accept into my body than my finger had been, but it widened quickly and I tensed as I realized it wouldn't be quite so easy. That was the wrong response, I knew that, and I had to force myself to breathe deeply and try to relax.

Slowly, so very slowly, I pushed the butt plug deeper. It started to hurt a little, but far less than I thought it might. Rather than being overpowering, it was really only a small background feeling next to the other sensations running through me.

Suddenly it was in, and my ass closed around the narrow section just before the base. I stood up, then walked around a little, feeling that strange, naughty fullness in my butt that I'd imagined occasionally, but had never experienced first hand. My pussy was reacting as well, and I was tempted to give it some attention so it didn't feel left out, but I wanted to wait for April. Part of the turn on for me was anticipating her reaction, and I wanted to savour it.

I got dressed again after a few minutes parading around naked, choosing a tight t-shirt and my shortest skirt. Underwear seemed unnecessary and much less sexy, so I went without. Then it was simply a matter of waiting.

Patience was not my strong suit, that wasn't much of a secret really. I watched out the window, and paced, and sometimes reached under my skirt to play with myself a little before getting myself under control again. It was probably only half an hour before April returned, but it felt like a lot longer. By the time she arrived I was so horny I was beginning to regret not putting panties on, because at least they would have kept my pussy juices from running down my thighs.

I feigned nonchalance when she came in, pretended like I hadn't been pathetically waiting for her, and also tried not to show how horny I was. It was hard to say if I succeeded at all, she might not have said anything either way.

"So, last exam today," April said, dumping a couple grocery bags in the kitchen. "It went well I take it? You seem in a good enough mood it must have."

"Yeah, I think it went well," I said.

"Good, 'cause I think you deserve a reward for good behaviour recently."

I perked up at the mention of a 'reward.' Whatever she was thinking, I was sure it would be fun.

"What kind of reward?"

"Well, I brought some supplies," she said, indicating her groceries. "So I thought maybe I'd start with baking some cookies and we can go from there."

"Do I get to help?"

I liked helping my sister bake, but it tended to not be help so much as sneaking cookie dough whenever I got the chance. By the look on her face, and from past experience, she knew that all too well.

"No, dear sister, you don't get to help. But don't look so sad, I'm not kicking you out of the kitchen or anything."

"What am I supposed to do then?" I asked, still confused as to what exactly she had in mind.

Instead of answering she moved toward me and took me in her arms. She kissed me, softly at first, then more passionately as I responded eagerly. Her hands went to my butt and squeezed it through my skirt. I felt a small thrill run through me at how close she was to discovering my new toy, and how little she suspected it.

April knelt down in front of me, grabbing my skirt with both hands. She tugged it down, slowly slipping it over my hips until gravity could take over and let it fall to my feet. I stepped out of it and kicked it to the side. She smiled up at me and kissed the top of my leg while her hand caressed my inner thigh.

"Well, well. Someone's been bad," she said. "You're way too wet for this to all have been me. Did I interrupt you masturbating again?"

"Not exactly."

She arched an eyebrow. "Oh? And what does that mean?"

Wordlessly I turned until my back was to her. I heard a sharp intake of breath, then felt her fingers trace their way up my leg to my ass, then finally to my butt plug.

"You are a bad, bad girl," she said. "How long have you had this?"

"Couple days. Never tried it until today."

I gasped as she prodded at it and made it wiggle inside me.

"Maybe I was wrong," she said. "Maybe, being the naughty little sister you are, punishment is more in order than reward." She stood up and I turned back to face her. "Although, sometimes I think they're pretty much the same thing to you."

She kissed me again, then led me to a chair and made me sit. She used a trick she'd had success with before and tied my wrists together behind the back of the chair with a dish towel to keep me from escaping. I simply let her tie me up, while also spreading my legs and pouting wantonly. She was probably right about the line between punishment and reward being quite blurry for me at times. When it came to her anyway.

April left me by myself for a few minutes, just long enough for me to get restless and try to free myself. It seemed like I should have been able to stand up and slip my arms over the back of the chair, but I couldn't maintain my balance and kept falling back down before I could get loose.

When she came back she was completely naked and holding the newer of her two vibrators. She smiled in a devious sort of way, then turned it on and slipped it between my legs and under my pussy. It was held in place by my body weight, and sent vibrations up through me as I sat there helpless. I doubted it would be enough to actually make me cum, but hopefully she was just prepping me for something later on.

"Now you just sit there," April said, as though I had a choice. "And I'll do some baking."

"How 'bout you just get me off once first?"

I wiggled around, trying to get better contact between my pussy and the vibrator. I couldn't quite get it to hit my clit the way I wanted.

"Hmm, no, I don't think so. Maybe if you're good. We'll see."

April hummed cheerfully to herself and put on her apron, then got out the mixer. She preheated the oven and got started mixing up ingredients while I sat there helpless. She had to know what kind of torture she was putting me through; there was so much stimulation from watching her, as well as the two sex toys, but not enough to actually get me to orgasm. I would be a horny mess before too long.

As if to taunt me further, she started gently swaying from side to side, drawing my gaze even more firmly to her bare ass. I loved it when she would wear her apron while otherwise naked, but now she was using it against me.

"It's not fair," I whined, rocking my hips to try and increase the effect of the vibrator. "You're being mean."

"Yes, I suppose I am being kind of mean." She left her mixing bowl for a moment and stood in front of me. She leaned down to give me a tantalizing view of her cleavage, her nipples just barely staying covered as the apron fell away from her front slightly. "But do you really think I won't make it all worthwhile?" she asked, her voice a seductive whisper.

"Promise?"

"I promise." She pinched my nipple through my shirt, making me yelp. "Sorry, that was just for fun."

"Meanie," I said as she went back to her baking.

The vibrator was seriously beginning to drive me crazy, and the butt plug wasn't helping either. I could feel it every time I shifted in my seat, reminding me how dirty the whole situation was. Not that I needed the reminder.

I needed to cum so badly. I'd been worked up for far too long, and it was only getting worse. There was nothing I could do though, no way to get any more stimulation and break past the deliciously frustrating plateau I found myself trapped on.

April just kept humming, happily going about her business. She soon had the dough mixed up and a cookie sheet filled for the oven. She bent over more than I felt was strictly necessary while she put the tray in, and held the position a second or two after her hands were empty again. Once she had the over door closed and the timer set, she finally turned back to me.

"How are you doing?" she asked.

"How do you think. I'm horny and I need to cum and you're just being mean."

A faint smile crossed her lips. "Well, we can't have that, can we?"

She knelt in front of me, slowly, gracefully, maintaining eye contact, then suddenly darted forward and flicked her tongue over my clit. I stiffened, arching my back as much as my tied position allowed, and let out a loud moan. She licked me again, and again, finally giving my clit the attention it needed. I was so built up, it took less than a minute for her to bring me to orgasm.

I came hard, thrashing against my bonds and nearly dislodging my sister from her position between my legs. She kept licking me, not letting up even while I was already filled with as much pleasure as I could take.

Then, abruptly, it was over. I slowly returned to a semi-normal state of mind, while April withdrew, pulling the vibrator away from me as she did. I sagged in my seat, leaning back contentedly as my sexual desires were finally abated, at least temporarily.

"What do you think?" she asked. "Was it worth it?"

"Of course it was. You always seem to know what I'll like."

"That's because you're very easy to please most of the time. You're either horny, or hungry, or sometimes you just want to cuddle. You're not particularly complicated."

I grinned lazily. "It's been working pretty well for me lately."

"Mm-hm."

April straddled me, nearly sitting in my lap, and kissed me lovingly. Her tongue ran across my lips, and I could have sworn I tasted my pussy on it. Despite just having a massive sexual release, I could feel my horniness returning. It was only a small background noise for now, but it could easily get to be a problem again.

"You gonna untie me now?" I asked.

"Hm, no. No, not yet."

She stood back, then replaced the vibrator underneath me in the same place as before. This time I lifted my butt off the chair just enough to keep my pussy away from it. I wasn't quite ready for that stimulation again.

"Please?" I said.

"Just sit tight for a few minutes. I gotta put the next pan in the oven, and I need to clean up a little. Besides, I know you. You'll be horny again in a minute or two anyway."

"Well yeah, if you leave me like this I will be."

I couldn't hold myself in that awkward crouch forever, and soon had to sit back down where the vibrator could once again have its effect on me. At least my post-orgasm sensitivity had decreased, so mostly I could just enjoy myself, but that enjoyment was dulled somewhat from the knowledge that I'd still have to wait for April's help before I'd be able to cum again.

She repeated her performance of pretending to ignore me while flouncing around the kitchen. She took one pan of cookies out of the oven and replaced it with another, then washed a few dishes and wiped off the counter before finally paying attention to me again.

I sighed in relief even before she touched me, knowing that when she knelt between my legs she'd be taking care of me. It took a little more work on her part this time around, a little more dedication to licking my clit, but it paid off. I came for the second time before too long, though not as intensely as before. Still, it was enough to wear me out.

April seemed to sense I'd had enough, even without me having to plead with her. She untied my wrists and I immediately got off the chair and collapsed on the floor, curling up on my side.

"Drama queen," April said.

I ignored the jibe, and she didn't press the issue. She didn't even try to get me out of the middle of the floor for that matter. I didn't really watch what she was doing as she moved around above me, so I was kind of surprised when she sat down by my shoulder and gently maneuvered me so my head was in her lap.

She stroked my hair soothingly for a moment until I rolled onto my back and looked up at her. She had taken off her apron and was fully naked, her breasts hovering directly above my face. They would have been irresistible to me had I not been so thoroughly sated.

April reached up to the counter where she could just barely reach the rack of cookies from the oven. She pulled one down and broke a piece off of it, holding it to my lips. I delicately took her offering between my teeth and chewed it once her fingers were clear.

"How is it?" she asked, just before taking a piece for herself.

"Do you even need to ask? Everything you make is good."

"Well I don't want to get too complacent, I might lose my touch."

She fed me another piece, alternating between the two of us until the cookie was gone. Then she started a second one. Being sexually satisfied while my sister fed me delicious cookies fresh from the oven was a new, and awesome, experience for me, one I doubted I'd get her to repeat on a regular basis. I savoured every moment.

"I love you," I said.

It seemed so obvious that I did, so clear that it was pointless to even vocalize it, but of course she couldn't read my thoughts. Vocalizing them was necessary at times.

"Love you too," she said. "Always."

When April eventually tried to stand up again, I clung to her, preventing her from getting away. She lost her balance and sprawled across the floor, nearly hitting her head on the side of the counter. I crawled next to her as she lay giggling and snuggled against her.

"You know," she said, "as much as I'm aware of your fondness for cuddling, sometimes it still surprises me."

"What do you mean? How is this surprising?"

"Oh, you know, lying on the cold, uncomfortable floor. In the middle of the kitchen. When I have to get up in a minute anyway to get the next batch of cookies out."

I shrugged. "It's worth it."

"Mmm, that's why you're my little cuddle-slut."

I grinned as she called me by the nickname that had been growing on me ever since she started using it. It had seemed like childish name-calling at first, but now it was something almost special. It was hard to explain, even to myself.

The timer went off, and this time I had to let April go. Even I wouldn't sacrifice a pan of perfectly good cookies for more cuddle time.

From my vantage point on the floor I had a pretty good view of my sister from below from several different angles as she moved around. My attention was drawn at one point to what I could only describe as a slight glistening around her pussy and upper thighs. She was much better than me at remaining calm when aroused, but there was no doubt in my mind that she must have been dying to cum almost as much as I had been earlier.

I forced myself to my feet and stopped April just before she could put the last, partly empty, pan of cookies in the oven. She looked at me questioningly as I took the cookie sheet from her and placed it back on the counter, then turned the oven off. I was kind of proud of myself for remembering how to do that, as sad a testament to my cooking skills as that was.

"What ya doing? I need to finish these you know," she said.

"Later."

Ignoring her protests I dragged her away from the kitchen to our bedroom. She must really have been horny, because she hardly resisted at all. I pushed her onto our bed, then pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me just as naked as she was. She looked up at me with lust-filled eyes.

I crawled on top of her, kissing her passionately, lovingly, while she snaked her arms around my neck and upper back to try and pull me closer. I moved lower, leaving soft kisses on her cheek and neck and chest until I got to her breasts. Even more attention was required there, and I increased the density of my kisses so that not a single inch was missed. Occasionally I stuck my tongue out just a little and trailed it across small sections of her skin before pressing my lips down again.

My fingers made their way to April's pussy, trailing across the intermediate parts of her body until they reached their unmistakably damp destination. Her hips lifted to meet my touch, I didn't think she could help it. She needed me the same way I so often needed her, even if she tended to be far more hesitant than me about vocalizing it.

She moaned as I rubbed a finger up and down her wet slit, the volume increasing every time I made brief, teasing contact with her clit. I took one of her nipples between my lips, sucking on it and running my tongue over the sensitive area.

"Please, baby," she whispered. "I need it."

"Need what?"

April pouted the same way I imagined I did whenever she toyed with me. If I looked half as adorable, it was no wonder she gave in to me so often.

"I need to cum," she said. "Please? For your big sis?"

"Well how can I say no to a request like that?"

I kissed each of her nipples once more before moving farther down, away from her breasts and toward her waist. She spread her legs even wider and propped herself up on her elbows, leaning her upper body forward just a little to watch me. I smiled at her, then dipped my face down to her pussy.

Her smell overwhelmed me; the smell of sex, of my sister, it nearly made me lose my focus. Luckily my body knew what to do even if my brain didn't. Two of my fingers slid easily inside her while I positioned my mouth over her clit. A quick flick from my tongue was enough to make her gasp, a few more and she collapsed back on the bed. Instead of using her arms to hold her torso up, she placed a gentle hand on the back of my head, caressing me as I ministered to her needs.

April wouldn't stay still. I was pretty sure she was doing her best not to move, but her hips and legs had a mind of their own as I licked and finger-fucked her. She writhed and squirmed and generally made my job trickier, but instead of being bothered by it, I enjoyed it. As always, anything I could do to make my sister react like that made me happy. It didn't hurt my confidence either, for that matter, to have such an effect on her.

I kept at it as best I could while trying to hold her in place. I took cues from her reactions to get my fingers to hit exactly the right spot, and to get my tongue to achieve the correct rhythm to give her the most pleasure possible.

Soon my efforts paid off and April came in a flurry of moans and spasms. Her muscles contracted and relaxed seemingly at random, and it was all I could do to stay with her all the way to the end. My poor tongue felt like it was going to fall off from the extra exertion I put it through as a final burst of stimulation.

As soon as she came down and I had pushed myself up into a kneeling position, she rolled onto her side with her hand trapped between her thighs, perhaps protecting her pussy in case I decided not to leave it alone. I was pretty sure her clit got even more sensitive than mine after an orgasm, although obviously there was no way to know for sure.

I watched her for a moment, basking in the satisfaction of a job well done, then moved to lie down beside her. I pressed right up against her back and slipped an arm around her, spooning her from behind while she recovered.

"You're getting good at that," she said.

"Mmm, well I do like practicing," I said. "I suppose that probably helps."

I idly traced patterns on her skin with one of my fingers. After a minute or two, she took my hand in hers and interlaced our fingers.

"I'm proud of you," she said. "Especially these past couple weeks. You're a tiny bit less of a spoiled brat than you used to be."

"That was almost like a compliment, but not quite."

"Sorry. It was meant as a compliment."

I kissed her on the shoulder, then nuzzled gently at her neck.

"I know what you meant. Growing up kinda sucks in some ways, but I'm glad I have you to kick my ass a little and make me do it anyway."

"That's what I'm here for."

We lapsed into silence, the soft sounds of our breathing the only noise in the room. No, growing up wasn't all fun and games, but getting to cuddle naked with my sister made up for a lot. Actually, it more than made up for any of the downsides life brought my way. When I combined that with the sexy times we had, I knew I was a lucky girl. Very, very lucky. 



Cuddle-Slut



"Hey, I think I left something in here," I said, pushing the door open slightly.

"Mm-hm," April replied, clearly not paying me that much attention.

I took that as permission to enter, so I did. I could have just run in and flushed the toilet on her, tit for tat as it were, but I had a better idea.

With only a few peeks at April's shower-obscured silhouette, I quietly picked up her discarded clothes off the floor. Getting the couple spare towels she kept in the cupboard without alerting her was trickier, but I managed. Then I simply swiped her towel off the hook next to the shower on my way out.

All told, I had taken everything that she might have used to dry herself when she got out, barring perhaps a hand-towel or facecloth. Even better, she'd have nothing at all to cover herself with, and she'd think it was all just payback for her flushing the toilet on me earlier. I mentally praised myself for being such a sexy genius.

It felt like forever as I paced around the small apartment waiting for April to realize what I'd done, though it was probably more like five minutes. Ten tops. But when she did finally get out of the shower and notice that all her towels and clothes were gone it was totally worth it.

"You. Little. Brat!" she yelled.

She stormed out of the bathroom dripping wet and gloriously naked. She rounded on me and gave me a death-glare that, any other day, would have made me regret some of my past decisions. In this case I barely even noticed. I was far, far too busy taking in everything else.

Having lived with her for many years before she moved out, I was already fairly familiar with her body. We'd been semi-naked around each other too many times to count. This, though... this was different. My prank had absolutely been worth whatever punishment I might end up receiving.

To me, every part of April was perfect. Her skin was flawless and smooth, her breasts firm and round with the most suckable little nipples, her tummy just the slightest curve away from being truly flat. My breath caught in my throat as my eyes tracked down far enough to check out her pussy; it seemed that, just like me, she kept it nicely shaved, and the sight of it peeking out between her legs made me weak. I so wanted to kneel down in front of her and just lick and suck and make her cum all over my face. 

It didn't take my sister long to realize that all the fury she could muster was having no effect whatsoever on me. She didn't seem to know how to handle that, and instead of berating me as I expected, she turned and went to her room. I got an excellent view of her butt as she did, and I followed her like I'd been hypnotized, which I sort of had.

April tried to ignore me as she located the towels I'd 'hidden' and dried off. It obviously wasn't working though, because she kept looking over, and every time she did I was still there. Eventually she threw one of the towels at me and told me to clean up the water she'd dripped on the floor. My brain was too overloaded at that point to even contemplate disobedience.

I shuffled around in a trance, wiping up water inefficiently since I could barely concentrate on my task. I got most of it before my sister came to check on me though.

"You still mad?" I asked.

"No, not really. Like I've said, it's my own fault really, letting you grow up as such a spoiled brat."

"I'm not a brat, and I wish you wouldn't keep calling me that."

She smiled in that mildly patronizing way she sometimes did around me.

"Sure you're not," she said. "Because you totally listen to everything you're told and would never throw a fit over not getting your way."

I looked at her with my best sad puppy-dog eyes.

"You're such a meanie," I said.

"I know, but it's good for you. Someone needs to put you in your place every now and then." She nodded toward the kitchen. "Come on, let's get some breakfast. We need to get moving soon."

We ate relatively quickly, which mostly meant I pestered April less than usual, then she drove me to school. I got there earlier than I needed to be, which worked for me because I couldn't get my sister's naked body out of my head, despite having gotten off once already that morning.

I'd masturbated at school a grand total of once before, mostly to see if it was exciting enough to be worth the trouble, but this time it was more out of necessity. I'd be hopeless all day if I didn't take care of myself before classes started. Luckily the first bathroom I tried was empty, and I secured the farthest stall from the door for my depraved purposes.

It turned out that all the time spent fantasizing between seeing my sister and finally getting some privacy had resulted in me completely soaking the panties I'd borrowed from April. I'd honestly never been that wet before, at least not while clothed, and I was kind of impressed at what my body could produce. I was also a little annoyed at the knowledge that I'd still have to wear the panties all day, uncomfortable as they'd be. Unless of course I went without....

I soon forgot about my wardrobe problems as my fingers once again caressed my pussy. In fact, fingering myself took most of my problems and concerns away temporarily, as it often tended to. There was very little that could worry me enough to penetrate my self-inflicted sexual bliss.

All in all, I felt a lot more relaxed and confident after bringing myself to my second orgasm of the day. I already had plans forming for next time I was at my sister's place, even if most of them were too ridiculous to seriously consider.

****

Over the next few days I tried to think up a plausible excuse for visiting April again; not that I necessarily needed one, but I did want to be at least a little bit careful that she didn't figure out my true reasons. That Friday I found out I'd been scheming for nothing, as my parents had decided to go away for the weekend and had already asked my sister if I could stay with her.

Naturally I gave them shit over it, both for not telling me until the last minute and for treating me like a kid who couldn't be left alone, but that was all for show. I couldn't have been happier about spending the whole weekend with my big sis. In hindsight, that probably was the sort of thing that helped reinforce April's notion that I was a "spoiled brat." Oh well.

I was dropped off unceremoniously Friday evening with a bag of my stuff, including the clothes I needed to return. I'd made sure the panties had been sufficiently cleaned to not leave any trace of how horny I'd been while wearing them.

April, awesome sister that she was, had homemade pizza in the oven when I arrived. She obviously wasn't holding much of a grudge since she wouldn't go to that much trouble for me if she was still annoyed. She did seem quieter than usual though. I pried a little, trying to figure out if it had been a long day or something, but I didn't get much out of her.

It wasn't until later while we were on the couch half-watching a movie after stuffing ourselves on pizza that she offered any sort of clue what was bugging her. Even then, it was only in a roundabout fashion.

"Can I ask you something?" she asked.

"Sure," I said, having already cuddled up lazily next to her.

"I don't want you to take this the wrong way, or... actually I have no idea how you're going to take this."

I craned my neck around to look at her in confusion.

"What could you possibly need to ask that you're so uncomfortable about?"

She met my gaze with a serious, yet hesitant, expression on her face. I very rarely saw her in that sort of mood.

"Do you..." she started, then stopped. "Do you like girls?" she finally said.

"What?"

"You heard me. I'm not trying to, like, judge or accuse or anything. I just want to know. There've been some things that you do, especially around me... I dunno, it's just a feeling I had."

"Well of course I li--" I began, trying to play it off as a silly question. April just shook her head, silently telling me she wasn't going to drop the subject just because I played dumb. "Yeah, I do," I mumbled.

I felt my face flush and I sat up, putting some space between us. I couldn't look at her anymore, and I knew the weekend that I had so much hope for had just become awkward as hell for both of us. Or, more to the point, it had become awkward for me. It must have already been weird for April if she'd been suspicious enough of my lesbian tendencies to make inquiries.

She reached a hand toward me and I flinched away from it. I could tell my reaction upset her.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"What are you sorry for," I said. "I'm the one who--"

"No," she said sharply. "Don't you dare apologize. You have nothing to apologize for. I understand if you didn't want to tell me, but there's absolutely nothing wrong with it and you shouldn't think there is."

I smiled a little despite everything. Despite how unfunny the situation was.

"I know there's nothing wrong with liking girls," I said. "I would have told you that, I knew you wouldn't care."

"Then... I don't understand."

April's expression had gone from one of attempted comforting, to one full of confusion. As I looked at her I couldn't help wanting to tell her, to say the things I always wanted to say but never could.

"Why I wouldn't tell you I'm a lesbian? Maybe because you might figure out other things. Like why I hang out with you so much, and why I love cuddling with you, and why I've never had a girlfriend."

The dawning realization on her face might have been funny if I hadn't been so close to tears.

"What are you saying?" she asked, barely able to form her words.

"I'm saying it's you. It's fucking you. Always has been. I'm in love with my sister and it's completely pathetic and I hate it, but I can't help it."

I gave in and started crying, right in front of her. I expected her to leave, or tell me to leave, or explain why my feelings for her were wrong, or even just sit there in stunned silence. What I didn't expect was for her to reach for me again and slowly pull me toward her until I was leaning on her. I didn't know what to make of it, but I was also still crying and that took precedence over figuring out what was going on.

April held me and gently rocked me while I calmed down. Strange as it was, considering she was the reason I was crying to begin with, it actually helped a lot. She made me feel safe, even if that safety might have been an illusion.

"It's okay, it's all okay," she whispered.

"How can it possibly be okay?"

"Because it is. Because I said so. Because I love you no matter what."

"That's... kind of a good answer."

"Of course it is. You didn't think I was going to hate you or something, did you?"

I shrugged and tried to relax, though it was next to impossible to do so. I couldn't help being tense when I was so close to April and I no longer knew exactly where we stood.

"So now what?" I asked.

"Well, we can talk if you want. Or we can just sit here for a while. Or I can give you some space if it'll help. It's up to you really."

"Could you stop being so nice about this? I don't really know how to deal with it."

April hugged me tighter. "Nope, I'm gonna be as nice as I want, and there's nothing you can do about it."

"Even though you know how messed up I am? And that you've been my biggest fantasy for a long time."

"I don--"

"And when I stole your clothes and stuff while you were in the shower last time I was here it was mostly to see you naked."

"Yes, even with all that," she said firmly. "I don't know what to tell you about your... feelings for me. All I can do is make sure you know I'm not going to make you deal with them on your own."

I looked at her, comparing her reassuring smile with how I imagined my uncertain, tear-streaked face. She had put up with so much from me over the years, and once again she was dealing with my shit far better than I deserved. It made things both easier and harder at the same time.

On impulse, and with my typical lack of thought behind it, I craned my neck up and kissed her. She clearly wasn't expecting it and pulled away quickly, but not before I got to feel the softness of her lips against mine for the first time.

"Okay, now you're pushing it," she said, though still with no trace of anger.

"I know," I said.

I kissed her again and I was able to hold it for longer before she was able to gently push me away.

"I'm serious," she said, wagging a finger in my face. "That was your freebie. You know I'm not afraid to tie you up if I have to."

"I kinda like when you tie me up."

She shook her head in resignation. "You are so... you."

"Yeah, I'm kind of a pain in the butt, aren't I?"

I actually giggled a little, and despite everything, I was beginning to feel better. Like things were actually going to be okay.

****

I slept on the couch that night, no nighttime cuddling shenanigans for me this time around. In fact, there were quite a few things I'd done in the past that I probably wouldn't be able to get away with anymore. I'd have to be more careful around my sister in the future, and I hated being careful in general.

That said, it was also kind of a relief that she could apparently accept my secret desire for her. I'd always been a little terrified that if she found out, that would be the end of our relationship. The situation wasn't great, but it was nowhere near as bad as it could have been.

First thing the next morning, I stumbled sleepily into the kitchen where April was already in the midst of getting pancakes together. I sat down heavily on my usual chair and, as though things hadn't changed, I just watched.

"Morning sleepy-face," April greeted me in a sing-songy voice.

"Glad you're still cheerful," I said.

Of course, she'd probably gotten some proper sleep. I was having to make do with the sporadic few hours I'd squeezed in between thinking and worrying and trying to get comfortable on that damn couch.

"I'm still allowed to be cheerful," she said as she finished mixing up the batter. "Just because you might think the world's ending, doesn't mean it is."

"Umph," I said, then collapsed forward on the table in an overly dramatic fashion.

April mostly ignored my silliness, instead focusing on pouring the batter into the frying pan. I noted absently that the shorts she was wearing fit her butt really nicely, but then, most of her clothes did. She had a nice ass.

"Are you staring at my butt?" she asked, having looked back to check on me.

"Yes," I said. "I tend to when I'm watching you, you know. It's one of your best features."

"My, aren't we in a forthcoming mood this morning. I better get you some food so you stop having sexy thoughts about me."

"Good luck with that. I can have sexy thoughts and eat at the same time. I'm very talented that way."

April laughed, and soon enough the first pancakes were ready. She brought them over to me on a plate and set them down in front of me, making a second trip to get me silverware and syrup.

"I don't deserve you," I said.

"What's that supposed to mean? It's not like this is the first time I've waited on your lazy ass. I'm used to it."

"Exactly. I'm a terrible sister, and you just keep putting up with me no matter what I do, or what I think, and... I don't deserve any of it."

I'd managed to get myself in a bad mood all over again, and I stared down despondently at my plate. She'd made the pancakes in little Mickey Mouse shapes for me and everything.

I was caught off-guard by April's arms encircling me from behind and pulling me into a quick, but firm, hug.

"Stop being so hard on yourself," she said. "I mean it. I love you and I like having you around, alright? That being said, you have been extra needy lately so I'm making you do the dishes afterward."

Like always, she knew what to say to make me feel better. A small but genuine smile formed on my lips at the sheer ridiculousness of the idea that washing the dishes could pay her back for everything.

"I guess that's a fair deal," I said.

"Mm-hm, thought you'd think so."

She rushed back to the stove to take care of the pancakes before they burned, and I started picking at the ones already on my plate. They were delicious, of course, and I found once I started eating that I had more of an appetite than I thought.

I didn't even mind doing the dishes after I was done, which was probably a first for me. April, having started after me, was still eating and got to watch me work for a change. I doubted it had quite the same effect on her, however.

"Have you ever messed around with another girl?" I asked, pretty much speaking as the thought popped into my head.

There was a slight pause, and I wasn't sure whether it was because April had to think about her answer or just because she had her mouth full.

"No," she said.

"Ever thought about it?"

"Okay, I can't help but feel like you're working some kind of angle here, but I don't know what it is."

"No angle," I said. "I just kinda want to know what it's like. I guess I probably have to go out and get a girlfriend or something for that, right?"

"You mean you haven't... you've never actually been with a girl?"

I felt myself flush. "I told you, it's always been you I was interested in," I mumbled. "There's never been anyone else."

She must have sensed she'd made me uncomfortable, because the next thing I knew she was beside me with a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

"Hey, I didn't mean it as a bad thing. I was surprised is all. All those years when you never had a boyfriend I thought it was strange, but once I suspected you weren't into boys at all I assumed you must have just been hiding whoever you were with."

"Nope, no need," I said, trying to force a smile.

I slipped easily into April's offered hug, making sure to keep my wet hands off her. Under other circumstances I might have left wet hand prints on her back just for fun. I really was kind of a brat.

As she started to pull away, I darted forward and kissed her, sneaking past her defenses just as I had the night before. She was getting slower at breaking away from me, possibly because it wasn't coming as quite as much of a shock anymore.

"I warned you about that, didn't I?" she said.

"Yeah, and you threatened to tie me up. But I'm washing dishes now so I don't think you'll actually do it."

I turned my back on her, confident that she wouldn't want to stop me from cleaning up.

"Okay, you win this round," she said after a moment. "But don't think you're gonna get away with that sort of thing again."

Maybe she was right, maybe that was the last time I'd get to kiss her. While it was still fresh on my lips, I didn't really mind so much. If I closed my eyes I could remember every detail, and there was nothing she could do to stop that.

****

We had to go grocery shopping later on, or rather April needed to get groceries and I tagged along. Mom had sent some money with me to pay for my food, and I decided to help my sister spend it.

She refused to use a cart when she shopped. Something about how it was easier to only buy the things you needed when you had to lug them around with you instead of being able to fill up a whole grocery cart. It made sense, I supposed, but since I hadn't been forced into growing up and being responsible yet, I mostly went along with it to humour her.

As we wandered the aisles, me holding the basket and April occasionally throwing something in, I casually slipped my hand over to hers and entwined our fingers together. She gave me a look, but didn't let go right away.

"You really know how to push your luck, don't you?" she said. "You're like an expert at it."

"I've had all my life to learn," I agreed.

It felt nice holding my sister's hand in public like that. Sure it would be awkward if anyone knew the real reason for it, but it was a sufficiently innocent gesture between sisters that I was sure we'd be fine if we ran into anyone we knew.




Cuddle-Slut



"You can't keep doing things like this," April said.

"Why not? It's been working so far."

"Because...." She had to stop and wait for someone to go by us and get out of earshot. "Because it's going to force me to make a very difficult choice," she said in a low voice.

"What choice?"

"I... look, just wait until we have some privacy okay? This isn't the place to talk about it."

She was right, there were far too many people around to be discussing all the details of our relationship. At the same time, now I was curious what she wanted to say and it took all my willpower not to keep pestering her.

"I'm kinda thinking about making a cake," April said as we passed the baking section. "It's been a while since I've done one. It's way too much to eat when I'm all on my own. What do you think?"

"Hm, yeah. Sounds good," I said distractedly.

"You're not listening, are you?"

"I'm sort of listening."

"If you say so."

April grabbed a few supplies that she needed and we carried on. I was so anxious to hear what she wanted to say that I wasn't even sure what else we got along the way. I completely zoned out as I followed her through the rest of the aisles and to the check-out.

Finally we made it back the car, and I barely waited until we had both sat down before bringing the subject back up.

"What did you want to tell me?" I asked.

"Put your seatbelt on," she said instead of answering.

She started driving and I had to leave her alone for a few seconds while I fumbled with my seatbelt that had somehow gotten twisted.

"Come on," I said. "What were you gonna say?

April sighed. "Okay, listen. I wasn't entirely honest with you about everything. I have actually messed around with another girl once."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. It was just some kissing and touching, and I guess once we got topless, but that's it."

"So how was it? And why didn't you want me to know about it?"

"It was, well... it's complicated. Which is part of the reason I didn't want to talk about it."

"It can't have been that complicated. I just wanna know how it felt."

"I don't know. I mean, yes it felt good, I guess. But I was never really that into her as far as taking things any further. It all just got weird and neither of us knew what we wanted and it almost ended really badly."

"Oh."

I stared out the window for a few minutes, processing the new information. I tried to think of who my sister might have experimented with, probably one of her friends, and imagined her making out with various possible candidates.

"So does it feel good when I kiss you?" I asked.

"Don't," she said. "Don't go there."

"What, I'm just asking."

"Yeah, but if I say yes you're just going to use that as an excuse to keep pushing and keep trying to get more out of me."

"But wouldn't that be okay if we both like it?"

"No, it would be confusing. Plus there'd be a really good chance that you could get hurt, and I don't want that. I don't know that I can ever return the feelings you have for me. That's pretty much the bottom line here."

She had a point, probably, but I was focusing almost exclusively on the idea that she might have liked it when I kissed her. She hadn't said it directly, but she'd come close enough. If I could just get her to admit it for real, both to me and herself, then it might end up being a better weekend than I could ever have hoped.

****

April put on an apron before starting to mix up her cake. She sometimes wore one while baking, even though I had yet to see her make enough of a mess to warrant it. She didn't know it, but it was a very bad choice for getting me to stop obsessing over her.

I didn't know what it was, but I absolutely loved when she wore an apron. It was probably just one of those things like how some people were really into cheerleader costumes or French maid outfits. Plus, when I had just the right angle from the front and she was wearing shorts or a skirt, I could sometimes pretend that she was naked from the waist down underneath. That was the sort of thing that got my panties damp in a hurry.

No doubt April was fully aware that I was checking her out. There was hardly any point in being subtle about it anymore, and I basically just propped my head up on my arms on the table and watched her.

"You look good in that," I said.

"What, you mean the apron?"

"Yeah. Looks sexy on you."

She mimed throwing the spoon she'd been stirring with at me, but then just shrugged off my comment. She was so casual about my perverse attraction to her sometimes, yet she had also made it clear that she had some serious issues regarding it. It made deciding what to do about her all the more complicated.

Well, when in doubt, go with what you know. For me, that meant doing something stupid.

I crept up behind April when she wasn't looking and gently, but quickly, ran my hands under her shirt and around her waist. I pressed right up behind her and rested my chin on her shoulder. She tried to turn around, probably to chastise me once again, but I held her tighter and made sure she couldn't move until she gave up her initial struggle.

"Look, I know perfectly well you don't take my threats seriously," she said. "But we've been over this. You can't be doing these kinds of things."

"Sure I can. I may not act all that mature most of the time, but I am old enough to make my own decisions. I know you're worried about hurting me, and maybe you will, but what you don't get is that I've already been hurting for a long, long time."

She paused in her attempt to pry my hands from around her waist.

"I'm sorry about that," she said. "It's not a great situation no matter how you look at it. But trust me, it can get worse."

"So let me take that risk. Let me grow up. You can't protect me from everything."

"No, I can't, but I should at least be able to protect you from me."

"Hasn't worked so far."

April stopped fighting me and went back to her mixing. If she hoped I'd get bored and go away, she was sadly mistaken. I stayed right where I was and started nuzzling at her neck. My hands roamed a little, but mostly stayed in innocent territory. Patient as she was with me, there was still only so much I'd get away with.

"This feels okay, doesn't it?" I asked softly.

She didn't answer right away until I kissed the side of her neck, making her involuntarily tilt her head a little.

"It feels okay," she agreed, her voice nearly breaking as she spoke. "It's nice, but...."

"But you're still not comfortable with it," I finished for her. She nodded and I reluctantly let go of her. "You don't know if you could love me that way."

"I just don't. I'm sorry."

I didn't respond right away. Instead I took a couple steps back and took off my shirt. No amount of argument would convince my sister, so I needed to resort to something a little more extreme. I was down to my bra and panties before she looked over her shoulder to see what I was doing. The look on her face was hilarious; she obviously had no idea what the hell I was doing.

"What... why..." she said, waving her hands at me.

"Taking my clothes off," I said as I removed the last of my clothing.

"I can see that. It doesn't really explain anything."

"Thought it might help if you saw me naked."

"I've seen you naked, remember? Last time you were here."

Despite her words, her eyes hadn't left me since she turned around. There was a hint of lust there, much as she tried to hide it. Unless of course I was imagining it because I wanted it to be there, but I was sure she found me more attractive than she let on.

"You saw me naked for maybe a few seconds, and you weren't really looking," I said. "That hardly counts."

I did a slow spin, letting her look over every part of me. I was getting so turned on at being such a show-off for her, and I desperately wanted her to touch me, though I doubted she would. When I finished turning and was facing her once again, I was pleased to see her gaze firmly on my bare pussy, at least until she realized I had noticed.

"Please put your clothes back on," she said.

"No."

"I need to get the cake put together and in the oven," she said, very nearly pleading. "Can we just have this discussion later. I've got too many things going on here."

"Okay, but I'm not getting dressed."

I kicked my clothes into a pile in the corner, then marched out of the room still completely naked. I made my hips sway more than necessary in the process, confident I was still being watched. My plan was simply to settle in on my sister's couch and wait for her, and I had no intention of being good in the meantime.

My horniness was getting to be overwhelming, but there was an easy fix for that. Despite how exposed I was, and how inappropriate it was to even contemplate, I slid a hand down to my pussy and lightly stroked it. That small touch felt so good, so deliciously naughty, and I repeated it.

Soon I was openly masturbating while April was in the next room. She would probably walk in on me, in fact I hoped she would, and the thought only encouraged me. It was difficult to restrain myself and not finger myself silly, but somehow I managed.

"I don't know why I'm even surprised."

I looked up toward the doorway to see my sister, now apron-less, standing there. My fingers never stopped moving.

"You could help if you want," I said.

"No, I don't think so."

At least she stayed, perching on the arm of the couch while I got myself off in front of her. I didn't tell her so, but it actually did help me cum faster just having her there.

Neither of us said anything until after I brought myself to orgasm a few minutes later. I stared straight at April as I came, making it perfectly clear she was the reason I'd been masturbating to begin with. Of course, she must have known that already.

"What am I going to do with you?" she asked.

"I have a couple ideas," I said, stretching out lazily.

"I'm sure you do, but I need realistic suggestions for how to proceed, not a list of your fantasies."

"Well, what do you want to do?"

She sighed heavily and slid down to sit properly on the couch cushion instead of the arm. She looked defeated.

"I kinda want to just let you keep seducing me," she said.

I squealed happily and tackled her in a big hug. She hugged me back at first, then had to push me away when I tried to climb into her lap.

"Woah," she said. "I'm not saying that I'm going to, or even that I'll make it easy."

"That's okay," I said. "It's only a matter of time now."

"See, this is what I was afraid of. Any little sign of weakness and you pounce on it like you've already won."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

April rolled her eyes and stood up. She hesitated for a second, then bent back down to give me a quick, but meaningful, kiss.

"Put your clothes back on," she said.

She walked out and I just sat there in giddy bliss. She had kissed me. Without any force, or trickery, or anything at all on my part. That more than anything else confirmed that I must have awakened some feelings in her after all, even if she wasn't ready to fully accept them.

I eventually did as she asked and got dressed again. Honestly, it had been starting to feel a little silly sitting around naked when April had already been and gone, and the element of sexy exposure had been eliminated.

With my sister on the edge of caving, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen next.

****

April's cake was, as expected, delicious. We each had some after supper, and when I saw it I could have sworn it had been professionally made if I didn't already know better. I had no idea how her food came out so perfect every time. I could barely manage to make something edible, let alone presentable. More evidence, not that I needed it, of just how much better a cook she was than me.

However, just because the food was good didn't mean that I had to be. I took every conceivable opportunity to toy with my meal suggestively, gently sucking on my fork to clean it between bites or 'accidentally' dropping icing on my shirt so that I had to rub at my breast to clean it off. The faint stains left over were totally worth it.

"Can you stop being horny for, like, five seconds?" April finally asked.

"What do you mean?" I said, putting on my best innocent face. I continued 'cleaning' my boob as I feigned ignorance.

"Seriously, you're driving me crazy. And you're my goddamn little sister. I don't even know what that says about me."

I smiled. "Probably it means you're in the same boat I am. At least we're in it together."

"Yeah, I suppose it does."

We had almost finished eating at that point, so I wasn't terribly surprised when April got up. I assumed she was simply done and was going to start cleaning up. Instead she walked over to me and bent down to give me a second unprompted kiss. This one was longer, long enough for me to try and get my arms around her, but she backed up just before I could.

"You know, I'm kinda liking these kiss-attacks from you," I said.

"Mm-hm, me too. Come on."

She grabbed my wrist and dragged me away from the table, almost making me fall on the floor before I could get my balance.

"Where are we going?" I asked, giggling at whatever this new game was.

"To bed."

"But it's not ev-- oh."

"Little slow sometimes, aren't you?"

I tried valiantly to show some indignation at her flippant insult, but failed miserably. I was far too delirious at the implications of my sister taking me to her bed.

She stopped by the edge of the bed and I immediately pressed myself right up against her. I didn't actually move in for another kiss, but I made it very clear that I wanted one. After a moment she obliged.

April's arms went around me and her lips met mine in a soft, but increasingly passionate kiss. I returned her display of affection, and took the opportunity to grab her butt at the same time. I'd wanted to do that for so long.

We fell on the bed together, locked in what gradually became a full make out session. Our hands were everywhere on each other's bodies, our breasts pressed delightfully against a matching pair, and our mouths never separating for longer than a few seconds.

When I thought I could get away with it I tentatively poked my tongue between my sister's lips. She allowed me full access and her tongue soon joined mine in an erotic dance. It was such a disappointment when she eventually pulled away.

"Hang on," she told me when I tried to follow her. She pulled her head back even farther, and out of easy reach. "Just... I need a second here."

"Okay," I said.

I left her mouth alone and switched my focus to her shirt. It needed to come off, I decided. I started to tug it up toward her breasts, but was stopped.

"You don't listen well, do you?" April said.

"I listen fine. I was doing something different from what you told me not to do."

"Yeah, but... whatever. I'm so overwhelmed right now I can barely even think, let alone deal with your annoying persistence."

"Overwhelmed in a good way?" I asked hopefully.

"Uh-huh, kind of. I just... I feel like such a bad sister."

"What? No way, you're the best sister ever."

"If I were such a good sister, you wouldn't have turned out to be such a spoiled little brat, and I wouldn't be lying here doing incredibly inappropriate things with you."

"M'not a brat," I argued instinctively. "And I'm not that spoiled. And it doesn't make you a bad sister just because you're doing this stuff with me, it's not like you forced it on me or anything. Pretty much the opposite."

"It's still not necessarily a good thing just because you weren't forced," she said, reaching out to boop my nose fondly. "But it's getting really hard to make a compelling argument right now. Just remember, if this all goes badly somehow, I'm totally going to say 'I told you so.' Repeatedly."

"I'll take that chance."

I tried again to pull April's shirt off, and this time she let me. She even undid her bra for me so I didn't have to reach around and fumble behind her. Not that I would have minded any excuse I could get to be that close.

She giggled as I dove right in and buried my face between her breasts, but I didn't mind. I'd wanted her for so long that finally having complete access to her body overrode what little restraint I had.

"You're such a goof," April said.

I had her nipple between my lips, and when I looked up at her she only giggled again. I decided to ignore her and went back to touching and fondling and sucking on her boobs. Gradually her amusement gave way to arousal, and I heard fewer giggles and more moans of pleasure. I might have been inexperienced, but what I lacked in skill I made up for with enthusiasm. Judging by her reaction, I must have been doing something right.

As the initial rush wore off and I was once again able to think more than a second or two into the future, I remembered that there were other parts of my sister I really wanted to see and feel. I started to slide down her body, my fingers hooking into the waist of her shorts, but she put a hand on my arm and made me pause. My disappointment must have shown because she was quick to reassure me.

"Don't worry," she said. "I'm not going to stop you again. But I do kind of, like...." She looked at me, then away, then at me again. "Can I see you naked again first?" she asked, blushing slightly at her own question.

"Of course you can," I said. "Any time you want."

Even though I still wanted to see her naked more than almost anything, and I'd been naked for her already that day, I could hardly deny a request like that. It was something I'd never thought I'd hear, and the last thing I wanted to do was discourage her now.

I stood up on the bed and pulled off my clothes as fast as I could while April looked up at me. I supposed I could have dragged it out more, maybe danced for her a little, but the direct approach seemed better. It didn't take me long, and once I finished I noticed just how overtly my sister was examining me. It was such a thrill to be on display for her like that while she didn't even try to hide her interest.

"You know," she said, "it took me far too long to realize just how sexy my little sister is."

I grinned and bounced back down beside her. She leaned over and kissed me, meeting my tongue with hers before I could even contemplate taking the initiative again. We lay down on our sides, close enough to each other that our breasts pressed together and our legs began to get tangled.

April still had her shorts on, and I still wanted them off. It was kind of tricky to do anything about it while still fiercely making out with her, not to mention my own legs getting in the way of the process, but with her help the shorts eventually came off. That left her panties as the only piece of clothing between the two of us. It was better, but not yet perfect.

When I went back to remove her underwear, I discovered one of her hands already there. I couldn't see what she was doing, but it was obvious enough regardless.

"Are you masturbating?" I asked.

She looked a little guilty at being caught, but only a little.

"Yeah," she said. "Can you blame me?"

"Not even a little."

I pulled her panties down far enough to get them out of the way, then gently tugged at her wrist until she moved it out of my way. My hand then replaced hers, my fingers caressing the beautifully smooth skin of her bare pussy. She made cute little whimpers as I familiarized myself with the area. I may not have been with another girl before, but I'd gotten myself off more than enough to have some confidence in what I was doing.

April took my lead, and I felt her fingers creep over to my pussy while I played with hers. Her touch was hesitant and exploratory and softer than necessary, but still felt like the best thing I'd ever experienced. Having my big sister finger me was a dream come true. I kissed her in appreciation, much more gently than before and with all the emotion behind it that I could muster. It was a kiss to tell her that I loved her, and that she should definitely keep going.




Cuddle-Slut



I was so excited from everything, and so very turned on, that I couldn't think. All I could do was rely more and more on instinct to try and get my sister off as she did the same to me. The longer we went, the less I felt I was succeeding at my task. April was making me feel too good and I just couldn't concentrate enough to give her the same level of care she was giving me.

There was nothing I could do to stop the slow building of my orgasm, or the complete override of all my senses and motivation. Nothing short of yanking my sister's hand away from my pussy anyway, and there was no way I could bring myself to do that.

I came hard as April's dextrous little fingers pushed me past the point of no return. I let out a long moan of pleasure and buried my face in her shoulder, trying to be as close to my big sister as I could get while riding out the sensations coursing through my body.

Gradually I returned to near-normalcy, coming back down to reality from my sexual high. I realized I'd stopped masturbating April at all during my orgasm, but when I went to resume where I'd left off, it turned out she was taking care of herself. It made me feel kind of bad for letting her down like that, but I was also in the midst of post-orgasm bliss so it didn't bother me all that much.

"M'sorry," I mumbled.

"That's okay," she said, apparently knowing exactly what I meant.

She smiled and I smiled back, then settled in to watch her. She clearly wasn't that far away from her own orgasm, and I loved the look on her face as she got closer and closer. Her eyelids were half-closed and her lips kept making little twitches, like she couldn't decide whether she was happy or just needed to concentrate.

On impulse I leaned in and kissed her, moving one of my hands to her breast since I just couldn't help myself. I'd just started toying with her nipple when her whole body seemed to stiffen, and even without breaking our kiss to look, I knew she was cumming.

I pressed my lips harder to hers and slipped my hand down to cover the one on her pussy. I felt her fingers moving rapidly and purposefully, then suddenly slow down and stop at the same time as every part of her relaxed all at once. Finally I pulled away and grinned at her satisfied, contented face. It would have been nice if it could have been my actions that brought her there, but it was still good.

"You're a bad influence, little sister," she said, reaching out to push a few errant strands of hair from my face.

"Nuh-uh," I said.

"Deny it all you want, it's true."

April sat up and shifted toward the edge of the bed.

"Where you going?" I asked, grabbing her arm to keep her from leaving.

"Gonna put my clothes back on," she said. "Maybe get some water."

I pouted at her, imploring her with my eyes not to leave. She knew what I wanted, and even though she tried to resist she soon gave in, as I hoped she would.

"Sometimes I really hate your puppy dog eyes," she said, lying back down with a sigh. "Come here, you little cuddle-slut."

I bounced happily over next to her and snuggled right up to her, pressing my naked body against her and feeling her wrap her arms around me. She tried to act like it was all for my benefit, but I knew deep down she liked cuddling with me.

"I love you," I said.

"Mmm, I know baby," she said, holding me tighter for a moment. "I love you too. Even though you're such a spoiled brat."

There was way too much affection in her words for to take offence, plus it was hardly the first time I'd heard them. Granted, it would have been hard to feel upset about anything really. Lying in my naked big sister's arms might very well have been the cure to all my problems. It certainly felt like they'd all disappeared, at any rate.

"Okay, ten more minutes," April said. "I really am thirsty."

"'Kay," I said.

I was totally going to push for twenty.

****

The rest of the evening was spent in various states of relaxed nudity. April tried multiple times to clean up, or get dressed, or generally do anything remotely productive. I successfully impeded each one of her attempts.

We inevitably went to bed together and, somewhat surprisingly, I did manage to sleep. I wasn't sure how, since it was a very similar experience to trying to sleep on Christmas eve, except with my present right there in the bed with me. Just like when I was a kid, sleep eventually claimed me regardless of how excited I was.

I woke up in the morning still tangled up with my sister. She had apparently already been awake and was trying to delicately extricate herself from my sleeping grasp.

"Morning sleepy," she said, pulling herself free just before I could tighten my arms around her and hold her in place.

"Come back," I said.

"Sorry, have to get up. I need to pee so bad, and I don't think you want to test me on that."

I thought about it for a moment. "Okay, I guess that's a good excuse."

"Mm-hm, I thought you might see the logic there."

April rummaged around for clothes and prepared to get dressed.

"No clothes," I said.

"But I need to--"

"No clothes!" I insisted.

"Brat." She shook her head in resignation and dropped the shirt she'd picked up. "You're gonna try and keep me naked as much as possible, aren't you?"

"I see no downsides to that plan."

"No, I suppose you wouldn't."

I watched April's butt as she walked out of the room, then rolled onto my back. All on their own my fingers moved to my pussy and gently stroked it. I played with myself for a few minutes, but couldn't quite decide if I wanted to get off, or wait until I could convince my sister to help out. There was always the option of doing both.

Eventually I dragged myself out of bed. I hadn't cum yet, just worked myself up into a state of excessive horniness. I had a couple ideas how I could get April to relieve that problem, and I went to go find her so I could try them out.

She was already in the kitchen making breakfast, completely failing to surprise me in that respect. What did catch me off-guard was that she had put on her apron, and absolutely nothing else. All those times imagining what she would look like with nothing on underneath, and now I got to see it for real.

At first I mostly got to stare at her ass since she was facing away from me. She knew I was there though, and after teasing me briefly with a wiggle from her butt she turned around.

From the front her breasts were mostly covered, though she was showing some definite cleavage, and everything down to her mid-thigh was hidden as well. I liked her naked better, but her 'outfit' did send my imagination into overdrive in a way full nudity wouldn't have.

"You know, I kind of suspected you liked my apron a little too much," April said. "You tend to get that look like you're not really here."

"That's 'cause it's wicked sexy on you," I said.

I stepped toward her and kissed her, then tried to spin her around so her back would be to me again. She resisted, much to my dismay.

"Uh uh, no sexy times yet," she admonished. "Breakfast first. It's pancakes again, sorry. I wasn't feeling particularly creative. Somehow I'm still a bit tired from yesterday."

"Wonder why that is," I said, not quite managing to suppress a giggle.

"Yeah, it's a mystery. Anyway, you can sit there and be patient, or you get out plates and things. Your choice, but keep your hands off me."

She turned back to her cooking and I took the opportunity to admire her ass once more. I then went about getting out plates and silverware for the two of us as a naughty thought formed itself into a plan. A very simple plan, granted, but a plan nonetheless.

When I got the syrup bottle out of the fridge I didn't put it down on the table right away. Instead I waited until April wasn't paying attention and quickly moved directly behind her. She was bent over slightly, which made it easier to squeeze some of the syrup out of the bottle and onto her butt.

"Oops!" I said unconvincingly.

"What are... oh come on, seriously?"

April had been understandably confused at what had suddenly landed on her ass, but had worked it out pretty quickly even without being able to properly see the syrup running down her butt.

"I'll get it," I volunteered helpfully.

"I don't think so. You're just looking for an excuse to grab my ass."

"No grabbing, promise. I'll keep my hands off you just like you told me."

I didn't bother trying to look innocent, it wouldn't have helped. My sister was understandably skeptical, but she didn't stop me. After a moment she turned back to her pancakes.

Unlike what she no doubt assumed, I really was going to adhere to her 'no hands' rule. She'd simply failed to consider that I might not need my hands. I knelt down behind her and slowly, deliberately, licked at where the syrup had dripped farthest. She gave a startled squeak and whirled her head to see what I was doing. I had positioned myself in such a way to make it very hard to turn all the way around.

"No hands," I said.

April sighed theatrically, but still didn't try to push me away or stop me. Carefully, and with more attention to detail than strictly necessary, I kept licking until I had her all cleaned up. I pushed my luck by trying to move on to her pussy once I was finished, but I got her hand in my face for the attempt.

"Alright, that's enough," she said. "I have your pancakes ready, go eat."

I was happy to see her face was flushed and her breathing slightly irregular from my efforts. It probably wouldn't have taken much to convince her to let me keep going, not if she was anywhere near as turned on as I was. I managed to restrain myself and sat down at the table with my food.

My gaze, and most of my attention, kept drifting back to my sister's naked butt while I tried to eat. I got through barely half a pancake in the time it took her to finish up a second batch and join me. She took off her apron before sitting down, leaving the two of us completely naked.

I couldn't help myself, I was too horny and there was no way to take my mind off of it. I reached down and started fingering my pussy while attempting to continue eating one-handed. April realized what I was doing, I wasn't being particularly subtle, and rolled her eyes.

"Honestly, am I going to have to feed you?" she asked. "You must be able to stop masturbating long enough to keep yourself from starving."

"I ate some," I said. "I probably won't starve."

Between playing with myself earlier in the bedroom, giving April's butt a tongue-bath, and having her naked across the table from me, it didn't take much to hit my orgasm. A minute or two of fingering was all it took to get there, and I made sure to show off while I did. I moaned louder than I usually would have and writhed around in my chair like I was possessed. April tried to ignore me, but I was good at getting her attention even when I wasn't cumming a few feet away.

"Are you quite finished yet?" she asked, acting exasperated.

I took it as a challenge.

"No," I said. "Not even close."

I brought the fingers I'd been using on myself to my lips, making sure she watched as I sucked them clean. Again I made sure to show off more than I had to, wanting her to be as turned on as possible.

Once the effect seemed to be wearing off I slipped under the table and was immediately treated to a fantastic view of my big sister's pussy between her spread legs. I crawled over to her and moved my head between her thighs. She caught on too late to what I was up to and tried to bring her knees together, but I easily pushed her legs back apart.

She was sitting too far back in her seat and I had reach around to her butt and urge her to scoot forward. She offered a token resistance before giving in.

"This really can't wait for, like, five minutes?" she asked.

"No, it really can't."

I'd never licked another girl's pussy before, but if I was going to learn April's was definitely my first choice for training on. My lack of experience wasn't going to stop me from diving right in, and I traded careful exploration for enthusiasm born of years of desire.

She gasped as my tongue made contact, then traveled the length of her wet slit over and over. She tasted so good, so much better than I could have hoped. If sex had a taste, I decided that I'd found it.

April leaned back heavily in her chair as I got a particularly solid lick right on her clit. She spread her legs even wider and placed a hand on my head, running her fingers encouragingly through my hair.

"You're way too excited about this," she said.

I didn't bother dignifying that with a response. Of course I was excited, my dreams and fantasies were playing out in real life and I wanted to experience everything all at once.

Despite my lack of skill, I knew I must have been getting to her as she slowly lost control of her body. Her fingers tangled in my hair and I felt some pressure as she held me down, as if I was going anywhere. The soft moans coming from above me were also increasing in frequency and intensity, giving me another good indication I was doing something right.

I increased my pace, licking as fast as I could and focusing more and more on April's clit as I sensed she was getting close. My tongue really wasn't used to this kind of workout, but I forced myself to keep going.

It was all made worthwhile when she let out one long moan and I felt a small rush of juices over my tongue as she came. I got such a triumphant sensation from making my sister orgasm, and once I was sure it was over I scooted out from under the table on my back, looking up at her to see that look of contented relaxation on her face that I'd wanted her to have.

And it was all thanks to me.

"You're not bad at that, you know," April said, her voice cracking halfway through the sentence. I just smiled as she cleared her throat. "I'd almost tell you that you needed more practice just so you'd do it again, but who am I kidding. You're gonna do it again regardless of what I say."

"Of course I am," I said. "As much as possible."

"Which brings up something else I need to say."

April tried to look serious, and partly succeeded. I was a little worried about what she was thinking, but it was hard to be overly concerned when it wasn't anything she felt the need to get dressed for.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Well... I can't help but feel like you're going to be coming over to my place even more than usual."

"Well duh."

"Yeah, that's what I figured. Anyway, you might want to consider how you're going to explain that to mom and dad."

"Why would they care? They'd rather me be with you than... lots of other places really."

April gave me her well-practiced patronizing smile. "And what happens if they realize you're supposedly coming over way more than ever before and think maybe you're actually going somewhere else? What if they think I'm covering for you so you can go out with a boy, or go drinking or something?"

I had to think about that for a moment. "You wouldn't do that. You wouldn't knowingly let me get into trouble and they know that too. No way you'd be covering for anything too bad."

"Okay, but there are lots of issues regardless. Like you'd probably have to start keeping some of your clothes here, and other things, since you won't be home nearly as much."

"Mm-hm, almost like I'd be living here," I said happily. "With my favouritest big sis."

"That's what I'm getting at. Do you want to? For real?"

I stared at her. "Are you actually asking me to move in?"

"Yes, I am. Granted I haven't thought it over as much as I should have, but... it seems like the best option. We can tell anyone who cares that you're getting some independence or something. Helping me with rent, that sort of thing. I doubt we'd draw much suspicion as to what's really going on."

I giggled. "No, it'd be kinda unlikely that anyone would guess just how much I love you. And vice-versa."

Somehow, giddy as I was, not to mention horny all over again after licking my sister's pussy, I struggled to my feet. I wrapped her in a big, naked hug and held it until she pried herself free.

"But," she said, "there are conditions."

"Like what?" I asked, suddenly wary.

"Like I meant it about you helping with rent. I fully expect you to get a job if you move in with me, only a part time one of course. Something that works around your school hours."

"But I've never had a job. I don't kno--"

"Exactly. You've never had one. You wanted me to let you grow up, this is me doing just what you wanted. In fact, I'm making you grow up. That's the deal. You move in, and I make you less of a spoiled princess. Even though that's all partly my fault to begin with."

I tried to pout and failed miserably. I couldn't get past the idea of moving in with April and being around her even more. Probably without many clothes on most of the time. It was too good to pass up, even if the thought of getting a job terrified me a little.

"Deal," I said.

She smiled and stood up to kiss me.

"Good choice," she said.

"Do we get to go celebrate now?" I asked, nodding toward the bedroom.

April looked down at our plates, not even half empty. I knew that drove her crazy, and that I'd be hungry later since I hadn't eaten much. But that was later, I was concerned about now. I tugged gently on her hand to try and guide her back toward her bed. Or maybe it was our bed now. I felt a little thrill run through me at the thought.

"Yeah," she said finally. "Let's go celebrate."