Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Cuddle-slut: 3

"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.

she said. "Because you totally listen

a fit over not getting

with my best sad

such a

and then." She nodded toward the kitchen. "Come on, let's get some breakfast. We need to get

there earlier than I needed to be, which worked for me because I couldn't get my sister's naked

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

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.

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

lot more relaxed and confident after bringing myself to my second orgasm of the day. I already had plans forming

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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

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

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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

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

ourselves on pizza that she offered any sort of clue what was bugging her. Even then,

ask you something?"

having already cuddled up

to take this the wrong way, or...

going to take this."

my neck around to look at her in

possibly need to ask that you're so

with a serious, yet hesitant, expression on her face. I very rarely

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

"What?"

know. There've been some things that you do, especially around