Unspoken Pleasure

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.

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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.

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"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.noveldrama

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.