Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Cuddle-slut: 2

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.

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

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

press my luck and roll right up against her back. I snaked an arm up over her side and pushed some of her

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

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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

holding her down as

I must be awake

little

not," I said. "You're just

pushed you onto the floor instead of

probably would have had to get you up pretty soon anyway, so I don't know how much

a slut seems

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

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know what else to call you when you're supposed to be sleeping in a different room, and

at her. "I'm only your baby sister, I'm

a pillow to the face. I couldn't help giggling as I threw

serious. "You want the shower first or second.

go first,"

I assumed. Being first in meant I didn't have to

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

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,

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