Author's Note: This isn't an official April fools story, since I'm nothing if not consistent when it comes to forgetting a holiday theme is coming up. But I did have a fun little idea, and I wrote it, and this is it. It's only quick and silly, which seems thematically appropriate.
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I didn't think anything of having my sister over at the time. April, my little sister, and Charlotte, my wife, got along quite well. It was nice being able to have April come and hang out basically whenever, though at times they almost got on too well for my own good.
That evening was one of those times. The two of them were all giggles and conspiracy all night. I might have blamed it on the bottles of wine we demolished, except that tomorrow was April first.
April had long ago decided that April fools was a day that was especially hers, for fairly obvious reasons. She'd never missed a year to get me somehow, and on average her pranks had only become more involved and intense.
I knew why April had shown up to spend the night on March thirty-first, but I also knew I couldn't stop whatever was going to happen from being attempted. If necessary, she'd just have waited until the wee hours of the morning and broken in somehow. Hopefully without actually breaking anything. It was just easier this way.
Plus, honestly, I kind of looked forward to it, in a terrified kind of way. It was a cute sort of tradition for us, even if I nearly always got the worse end of things.
"Do you know what she's planning?" I asked Charlotte when we'd both stepped into the kitchen.
Charlotte fixed me with big doe eyes. "Whatever do you mean?"
"Feigning innocence are we?"
"I don't know what-"
"You two have been scheming all night. Don't think I don't know you're in on it. Whatever it is."
Charlotte scoffed with an expression of offense being taken. "I would never! I'm on your side. We're a team against April's wacky hijinks and tomfoolery."
"Are we though? She's never played tricks on you."
"Yes. That's the teamwork part."
"Teamwork doesn't mean I get to be a lightning rod for my sister's antics."
"It does when you're her brother and I'm not related."
"Well-"
"Not blood related."
"Still, though." I sighed. "You won't tell me, will you?"
"Nothing to tell," Charlotte said, batting her eyes in a way that would have immediately set off a lie detector, in spite of that not being how they worked.
"Ah ha!"
Charlotte and I both turned. April stood in the doorway, pointing accusingly at us, in a slightly tipsy manner.
"Conspirators!" April declared.
I rolled my eyes. "I don't do April fools. You know that."
"That's just what you'd say if you were doing them!"
"And, what, I've spent my entire child and adult life lulling you into a false sense of security?"
April stroked her chin. "Perhaps. Time will tell."
I turned to Charlotte pleadingly. "Please protect me from her."
Charlotte hugged me close. "Of course, baby," she cooed soothingly. "I won't let her hurt you."
Even as she held me, I could sense her mouthing something to April, who in turn giggled and scampered off. Somehow, I didn't feel all that protected.
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I woke up the next morning to Charlotte riding me. She was slow and gentle about it, but I was fully hard and buried in her, and one couldn't possibly argue that she hadn't fucked me awake. I loved when she did that.
I'd had just a tad too much to drink the night before. I didn't have a hangover, but I was slow to wake up properly. My last wisps of dream merged into reality at their own pace. I knew Charlotte was riding my cock, but I didn't quite know that it wasn't imaginary, too.
Gradually, it became more and more clear. The feel of her pussy wrapped around me, the way she rocked back and forth, trying not to disturb me for as long as possible. It was all so decadent and lovely for the both of us. She probably loved doing it more than I did, from what I'd been able to glean over the years.
"Morning, sleepy," Charlotte said in a soft bedroom voice. "I was starting to think you weren't going to wake up."
"Mmm, just a little slow this morning."
"Part of you wasn't."
"I'm sure. You have a way of getting the sort of reaction you want."
"I should hope so."
Charlotte's pace increased, and she started bouncing a little along with rocking, sliding me in and out as she wiggled back and forth. She was so tight and wet around me, almost dreamily good.
"Not that I don't love this," I murmured sleepily, "but there's no chance this is to lull me into forgetting that April's going to be up to something this morning?"
"Absolutely not."
"Oh good."
I didn't truly believe my wife, shocking as that was, but I didn't much mind that a trap was undoubtedly being set. Wake up sex was a delightful way to be distracted, which presumably was the impetus behind it. And at least I was almost totally safe while it was happening. April wasn't about to burst through the door and poor cereal all over me while Charlotte was nakedly riding me.
And yes, April had indeed poured cereal all over me in bed as one of her very first pranks. She'd improved since then.
Charlotte leaned forward on me, her rhythm changing slightly with her posture. Her hair brushed my face, tickling it, then a soft kiss just on the tip of my nose. I grinned and lifted my head, but she was already coyly pulling back.
Her fingers ran over my chest, her pussy tightened and flexed around my cock. She was doing some different things this morning, almost like she was trying to tease me into opening my eyes. I didn't want to. I was basking in the early morning safety, the softness of my loving wife, the pleasure of her vaginal embrace.
"You're really having a lazy morning, aren't you?" Charlotte said.
"The longer this lasts, the longer I get to enjoy you first thing in the morning."
"Aaannnd?"
"And the longer before April pounces on me."
Charlotte snorted, again picking up the pace. Her hips moved in more energetic strokes, her pussy squelching slightly as she fucked me. She weirdly felt even wetter than usual. Like truly soaked. And her movements weren't quite right.
I frowned for a moment as a thought almost formed in my head, but it was gone again before I could catch it.
I lazily reached for Charlotte's legs, placing my hands flat on her thighs, running back and forth on them as she rode me. I felt her muscles moving, and just a faint sheen of sweat on her as she put more and more energy into her surprise morning sex.
She was about to cum, I judged. Getting there. Her breathing was just audible to me, panting slightly. Her movements were losing some of their smoothness.
For that matter, I was getting close too. I wanted it to last, but I wasn't about to fight too hard to hold on longer. So long as Charlotte came first, I was happy to cum anytime after her. And if I was first, then I'd probably have to wake up for real and make it up to her. I couldn't repay wake up sex with a denied orgasm. That just wouldn't do. Even if Charlotte was, in fact, being a distraction rather than simply a horny wifey.
"You gonna cum?" Charlotte asked. "You look like you're gonna cum."
Her movements got even faster, somehow. She was riding me frantically, as though she needed to get off immediately.
I nodded. "Gonna cum."
Charlotte purred in a sort of intensely interested way that didn't sit quite right. My mind once again struggled to focus on something that I couldn't quite figure out.
"Well I wasn't expecting this," Charlotte murmured thoughtfully.
I was about to ask her what she possibly meant by that, but then I didn't need to. It clicked. Partly because she was somehow both talking to me in a casual voice and panting helplessly at the same time, but also all the rest of it came crashing down.
My eyes snapped open far too late to do any real good, but at least confirmed the scene for me. Charlotte was not, in face, riding my cock. She was sitting next to me, very still so as not to give away her true position, and with a wide bemused grin on her face.
April was the one moaning and bouncing on my cock, bringing herself to orgasm atop me. She was naked, slightly sweaty with exertion, her eyes glazed and unfocused.
She was cumming. My own little sister was cumming on my cock, getting herself off on me while I'd sleepily assumed she was my wife, though in hindsight it all seemed so obvious that she wasn't.
In the moment, I was helpless. I didn't want her to stop. I really, truly didn't. She felt so damn good. And I was close to cumming. I couldn't be held responsible when I was so close. Not that I could be held responsible anyway. Her and Charlotte, still grinning like an imp at me. Those two...
I groaned and came hard into April. My orgasm caught the tail end of hers, and for a moment we were cumming with each other, both getting off, experiencing massive, intense pleasure.
She started to recover her senses a little while I was still pumping cum into her pussy. She seemed slightly unsure for a moment, but then accepted it.
"April fools," April declared, her tone trying to be smug, but too satisfied and worn out to really make it there. She swiped at a lock of hair that had plastered itself to her forehead, further destroying her attempt at detached victory.
I, being that much slower to recover, could only stare at her for a moment. Her and Charlotte, the Cheshire Cat in this play.
"April fools?" Charlotte echoed, clearly awaiting my reaction.
"You two..." I shook my head. "You two are actually insane."
"Ouch," Charlotte said, clearly not actually bothered by the accusation.
"Got you, didn't we?" April grinned. "You never saw it coming." She glanced down at where we were still joined. "So to speak."
"No, you're right," I admitted. "I failed to predict that you'd... make me cum in you. I didn't quite guess that one."
