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?"
