Unspoken Pleasure

"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.

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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.

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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

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"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.