Author's Note: Turns out all it takes to get a sequel out of me is a little bribery, who knew? Thanks to LizHaze for editing.
Chapter 02: The Spooning
We fell together onto the bed, a tangled mess of naked skin and adventurous hands. I loved the idea that it was partly my bed too now, and that I was no longer an intruder in it. I wanted to share everything with my big sister, physically and emotionally, and it looked like that was exactly what I'd get. Somehow I seemed to have stumbled into my own personal paradise.
April, apparently maintaining her focus better than me, was trailing soft kisses all along my neck, and my jaw, and sometimes my lips. I tried to reciprocate, I really did, but I was far too excited and turned on to keep up with her. She'd had an orgasm more recently than me to help take the edge off, I reasoned, so of course she was more in control than me.
She smiled as I stared lovingly into her eyes. She was my big sister, my favorite person in the whole world, my first and only love, and she was all mine. It made me want to do severely impractical things, like dance through the streets and shout it to anyone who would listen. April would kill me if I did, of course.
"You seem distracted," she said, her fingers teasing over my breasts.
"Sorry," I said. "I'm a little overwhelmed."
"That's okay, I think you're probably allowed to be. This is all pretty new for both of us."
She kissed me, her lips soft yet aggressive and her tongue sneaking out to meet mine. I eagerly accepted the kiss and placed a hand on the back of her head to gently hold her against me until we ran out of breath.
One of her hands made its way farther down, slipping past my waist and between my thighs. After our naked shenanigans in the kitchen and getting to lick her to completion for the first time, I was almost unbearably horny. I sighed happily as she began playing with my wet, needy pussy.
Her touch did things to me that I couldn't match on my own, even with all my years of experience. I could almost have sworn she'd been practicing just for me, which was obviously a silly thought since she hadn't felt the same way about me as I did her until very recently. I supposed her skills at getting herself off probably transferred pretty well though. More importantly, anything she did to me probably felt better than it should just because it was her doing it.
I moved my hand to her pussy, mirroring the attention she was giving me, and giggled a little when our wrists bumped together. There was so much nervous energy affecting my dexterity that I was sure even my admittedly unhoned technique would suffer for it. I resolved to someday master the art of bringing my sister to orgasm. I'd need lots of practice of course....
We fingered each other for a few minutes, building the other to higher levels of sexual pleasure and need for release. As with last time, I couldn't help feeling like April was doing more for me than I was for her, but then it was hard for me to know exactly what kind of sensations I was causing her. All I knew is I was doing something right, because her expression and the small noises she made revealed at least that much to me.
Suddenly she pulled her hand away from my pussy, then started to crawl toward the edge of the bed. I grabbed on to her and tried to stop her from moving.
"Where you going?" I asked, worried something was wrong, though I couldn't imagine what it could be.
"Let go for a second, I'm not going anywhere. You better not be this clingy all the time or we're going to have issues."
She had a teasing tone to her voice, but it was cut by her arousal. It was difficult to be too sarcastic when you were as turned on as we were. I realized that if she was anywhere near as horny as she appeared to be, she couldn't possibly intend to go far, and I reluctantly let her go.
April scooted over a little more once she had freedom of movement again, and reached for the top drawer of her dresser. She fished around inside for a moment, unable to see properly from her position, then emerged triumphantly brandishing a vibrator. I almost could have laughed at the situation, if only I wasn't so very intrigued.
"What ya gonna do with that?" I asked.
She smiled in a seductive, but vaguely predatory kind of way.
"You'll see."
April guided me to roll on my back, then climbed on top of me. I immediately reached up to play with her boobs since they were right there, staring at me so invitingly. She resisted my attempt to pull her down closer to me, though.
First she tested the vibrator to make sure the batteries were still good, and it would have been disappointing for both of us if they hadn't been, but everything seemed in order. Then, as I watched in fascination, she positioned herself with her pussy directly on top of mine and slid the vibrator between them.
I gasped as the vibrations hit my clit, as well as the rest of my slit soon after, and looked up at my sister in a mix of shock and lust. She rocked her hips a little, grinding both herself and that wonderful toy of hers against me. I'd never even considered using a vibrator for anything other than 'alone time' before.
"You," I said, "are brilliant."
"I know," she said just before grinding against me again and making me arch my back in pleasure.
The combination of my sexy big sister and the vibrations coming from her plastic toy was incredibly intense. I never stood a chance. My orgasm built harder and faster and just kept coming until finally it hit. I made something halfway between a moan and a scream and gripped her hips firmly as though she might decide get off me midway through if I didn't hold her down.
April kept rocking and grinding as I came, and if I'd been a little more observant, which was difficult under the circumstances, I probably would have noticed she wasn't far behind me. She hit her orgasm right about the same time I was coming down from mine, and I got to watch most of it as she thrashed around on top of me. It was like she was trying to get her pussy positioned in exactly the right place on top of the vibrator, and that spot kept moving.
Luckily April started to recover before the continued sensations got to be too much on my post-orgasmically sensitive clit, and when I was sure she was done I quickly grabbed the vibrator and pulled it away from between my legs. She looked a little more ragged and tired than before we'd reentered the bedroom, for obvious reasons, but also satisfied and, as always, so very beautiful.
She rolled onto her back and I quickly snuggled up with her. She wrapped an arm around my shoulders and hugged me to her.
"You little cuddle-slut," she said, using what was rapidly becoming a term of affection between us. "You know we can't stay in bed all day, right?"
"Why not? S'the weekend."
"Yes, but you're learning to be responsible, remember?"
She started to pry herself free and sit up, and I had to cuddle her more urgently to keep her from getting away.
"Five more minutes. I can still be 'sponsible if we take five minutes."
"Alright, five minutes. But I can see my alarm clock from here, and I'm timing you."
Despite her attempted strictness, I was pretty sure we lay there for longer than she said. She could pretend all she wanted, but I knew she liked when I insisted on snuggling. She had too much of a soft spot for me for her own good. Always had. Of course, it went the other way too. We wouldn't have been where we were if it hadn't.
