Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Cuddle-slut: 6

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 éerlanilittersmily sitting arourrer Parker witerrApril lacr'an'eacry Veerraiteryone, aircritter element of sexy exposure had been eliminated.

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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

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

for, like, five seconds?"

best innocent

crazy. And you're my goddamn little sister. I don't even know what that says

boat I am. At least we're in it together." "Yeah, I

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

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

me too.

away from the table, almost

going?" I asked, giggling

"To bed."

not

slow sometimes,

her flippant insult, but failed miserably. I was far too delirious

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I immediately pressed myself right up against her. I didn't actually move in for another kiss, but I made it very

met mine in a soft, but increasingly passionate kiss. I returned her display of affection, and took the opportunity to grab her

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,

She allowed me full access and her tongue soon joined mine

her head back even farther, and out of easy reach. "Just... I

"Okay," I said.

focus to her shirt. It needed to come off, I decided. I started to

listen well, do

doing something different from

right now I can barely even think, let alone

in a good way?"

I just... I feel like

way, you're the best sister

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

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