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I hadn't minded much when I realized I was more interested in girls than guys. I didn't personally know a lot of lesbians, but I did know there were plenty of them out there. There was never anything wrong with it in my mind.
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What bothered me was realizing there was one girl in particular I liked hanging out with, or unobtrusively watching when I got the chance. One girl who I unintentionally compared all the others to, and who beat them every time. Of all the options out there, I had to go and get a crush on my big sister April.

It was understandable in some ways; we'd always gotten along well and April had a lot of attractive qualities, speaking from as unbiased a perspective as I could manage. She'd dabbled in a few activities growing up, mostly swimming and dancing. She had never been super-obsessed with maintaining a certain figure like a lot of the more serious dancers I'd known, so even though she was reasonably slim, she still had plenty of soft curves that I absolutely loved.

One of her best traits, in my opinion, was that she loved to cook. Not only because it meant I often got to eat whatever she made, which generally tasted awesome, but also because when she was really into it there was a beauty to the way she moved. I couldn't properly describe the difference from her normal movement, but it was always so obvious to me that she was enjoying herself.

The short version was that there were a lot of little things about her that made me like her better than any other girl I'd ever met. I knew she'd almost certainly never return my feelings, but that was just something I'd have to live with. At least, since I was her one and only little sister, I still had a special relationship with her that no one else would ever be able to match. That helped cheer me up sometimes when I was feeling frustrated with the situation.

April moved into her own place when I was eighteen. It upset me at first because, obviously, she wouldn't be around as much anymore, but it turned out to not be as bad as I thought. Her apartment was in walking distance from my school and I ended up making surprise visits on a semi-regular basis. She never seemed to mind, at least not too much. I could be kind of a pain in the butt sometimes, and we both knew it, but she'd had plenty of years with me to get used to it.

One particular day when I dropped by after school she had just started making cookies. That was some excellent timing as far as I was concerned, and I dropped my bag on the floor by her front door before wandering into her kitchen to watch. We barely even acknowledged each other as I hopped onto one of the available chairs and leaned forward with my elbows on her table. It was so common for me to just walk in that April sometimes joked that I was like the neighbourhood stray that had learned where someone would feed me, and now she'd never get me to leave. There was more than a little truth to that.

"What kind of cookies you making me?" I asked.

"Hello to you too, little sister," she said. "My day was fine, thanks for asking."

"Why are you being sarcastic already? I haven't even been here long enough to get annoying yet."

"Just helping you out with basic social protocol. One day you might get the hang of it."

I stuck my tongue out at her and she laughed. She hadn't even paused from gathering and pouring ingredients into her mixing bowl since I arrived. Her kitchen was on the small side, as was the whole apartment, but she'd made sure to get one that at least had an oven so she could bake. It had been a wise decision, and I wasn't only saying that because it meant I got to steal delicious food from her.

Not for the first time I marveled at home quickly and effortlessly she worked. Any time I tried making cookies it took me twice as long as her, and they still came out burnt, or undercooked, or flat, or lacking sugar, or any number of other things. April could never figure out why I made so many mistakes, and I never dared suggest that part of it was because she distracted me so much when she tried to help.

"Seriously, what kind are they?" I tried again.

"Doesn't really matter what they are, they're not for you. I'm taking them in to work." She turned and pointed an accusing finger at me. "That means no eating all the cookies on me."

"I wouldn't do that," I protested.

I tried to put on an innocent face and failed miserably. I totally would eat any of her cookies I could get my hands on. They were just too good.

"Yes you would," she said. "So I'm watching you."

I waited until she had her first pan ready to go and was just putting in the oven before I made my move. Like a ninja I darted silently to the mixing bowl and snuck some of the dough from it. It was just as yummy as I expected.

"That was your only freebie," April said without even turning around.

"I never did anything," I said, even as I reached into the bowl again.

My sister moved faster than expected and grabbed a spatula off the counter, very nearly catching my fingers with it before I skipped away. She brandished her makeshift weapon at me.

"I mean it," she said. "Next time there's gonna be consequences."

"Yeah, yeah."

She watched me more carefully after that, but I could be patient when it suited me. I stayed right where I was until the first batch of cookies came out and she put them on a rack to cool. As soon as she had her back turned I made my move, snatching one of the hot cookies away from its brethren.

"Hey!"

April had noticed too late and I was already cramming my stolen cookie into my mouth while simultaneously trying to get out of her reach. I succeeded at my first goal, while only slightly burning my tongue, and failed at the second as I was suddenly pinned against the wall by my sister.

"You little brat," she said, more resigned to the fact than trying to get a point across. "I can't leave you alone for a second, can I?"

I shook my head. "Can I get a drink? My tongue's all burny now."

"Hah, I told you there would be consequences, didn't I?"

She dragged me back to my seat, and this time used a dish towel to tie my hands together behind the back of the chair. I struggled, but was unable to free myself. At least she had some pity on me and held a glass of milk to my lips so I could drink. It helped my tongue a little.

"M'sorry," I said.

"No you're not. Not even a tiny bit. You just think you can pout and look cute and get your way out of anything."

"Is it working?"

"Nope. Not until I get these cookies done and can keep an eye on you without distractions."

I was forced to sit there helplessly while April finished her baking. I made a few more attempts at working free somehow, but I got nothing for my troubles except sore wrists. It wouldn't have been so bad being tied up by my sister, if only she'd been doing something sexy at the time. Mostly she pretended to ignore me, and, in a particularly cruel move, ate one of her cookies very, very slowly in front of me. She made it obvious how much more she was enjoying hers than I had enjoyed mine, hastily as I'd consumed it.

Once all the cookies were out and cooling April finally untied me, only to escort me into her small living room. She made me sit on the couch before she sat as well.

"You always tie up visitors like that?" I asked. "I suppose some of them might like it."

"Only you," she assured me. "And only when you deserve it. 'Sides, I don't get that many visitors, and none of them have been boys cute enough to want to keep."

I squirmed uncomfortably at the casual reminder that my sister preferred guys, but I didn't think she noticed. It wasn't like I hadn't known her orientation already, seeing as how she'd had at least two semi-serious boyfriends that I knew of. There hadn't been anyone in her life recently though, not unless she was being super sneaky about it.

"Does that mean you think I'm cute?" I asked instead of pursuing other lines of inquiry.

"Sure you are. You just also happen to be a brat, and that's gonna seriously hamper you in getting a good boyfriend, you know."

Again I felt that same discomfort. I'd never told anyone I preferred girls, let alone which girl in particular. I wanted to tell April, I really did, but there was too high a chance I'd accidentally let something slip that I didn't mean to. It sucked because she was probably the person I would have gone to for relationship or sex advice under other circumstances.

"Whatever, it's not like I need one."

"True, but they can be fun sometimes. And you wouldn't always have to be hanging out with your big s*s all the time."

"I like hanging out with you," I said, then scooted over and curled up next to her to prove it. "You're just as much fun to snuggle with as any boy."

"I don't know about that." She put her arm around me and leaned toward me a little more. "But I guess you always did like cuddling with me, didn't you?"

"Mm-hm. You're so warm and soft and comforting and shit."

"That was almost nice, right up until the end there."

I giggled and April poked me in the side just to make me flinch. We settled down after that and just talked for a while. There was no one particular subject, mostly we said whatever came into our heads. I was quite relieved when the whole 'boyfriend' thing didn't come up again.

In between serious and not-so-serious discussions, we took breaks for food and a few minor activities. I even coaxed my sister into braiding my hair, which I'd always pretended I liked as a hairstyle. In reality, I just liked feeling her fingers running through my hair.

Eventually, what with time being linear and forward-moving and all, it started getting late. April would sometimes give me a ride home, or I'd call mom or dad, or, if things were really desperate, I'd walk. It was almost an hour to walk home, so I mostly didn't do that. Especially once it was already getting dark out.

"Come on k**do, it's about time to get you home," April said.

"Aw," I said, giving her a reluctant pout. "I don't wanna."

"Too bad. You've got school tomorrow, and I need to get up fairly early too."

"Can't I just, like, sleep here and walk back to school in the morning?"

April paused and gave some thought to my suggestion. I'd stayed over before, though not on school nights, and borrowed an outfit off her in the morning. We were close enough to the same size that her clothes fit okay, though her body had always been a little more developed than mine. I'd been pleased to notice recently that my breasts had almost caught up with hers.

"No whining in the morning when you have to get up," she warned.

"Promise," I said, giving her a quick hug.

I tended to be too scared to give her longer hugs like I wanted to, on the off-chance she'd figure out why. It was kind of a strange fear, given that I had no problem cuddling with her for hours when I got the opportunity.

As always, I got the couch while April slept in her bed. I'd wondered a few times if having me sleep on what was a deceptively uncomfortable piece of furniture was her way of dissuading me from staying over. It seemed unlikely though, since I doubted she'd ever slept on her couch, and it was comfortable enough for sitting.

I took my braids out before going to 'bed,' and stripped out of everything except for my shirt and panties. April walked in on me while I was removing my bra, but we'd changed in front of each other enough times that it didn't faze either of us. I'd used that fact to peek on her a couple times and she'd thought nothing of it.

Once all the lights were out and I was curled up on a couch too short to stretch out on, I began regretting my decision not to leave. It was a decision I'd regretted every time I had to sleep on my sister's couch, yet I clearly had yet to learn my lesson. Occasionally I'd give in and sleep on the floor instead.

This night was different. I wasn't sure what it was, but after close to an hour lying there, constantly shifting to try and find a position I might be able to sleep in, I decided to try something else.

April never locked her bedroom door, not that there was really any need to. Often times she wouldn't even close it all the way. That made it easy enough to sneak into her room undetected while she slept. The trickier part was slipping under the covers with her without waking her up. I wasn't sure what her reaction would be, but I expected something along the lines of being told to go back to the couch.

Fortunately she didn't wake up. Her breathing never changed even slightly, and she didn't so much as twitch while I settled in next to her. There wasn't a lot of extra room for me, and I accidentally bumped into her a couple times with my elbow.

Since there had been no sign that I had disturbed her yet, I decided to press my luck and roll right up against her back. I snaked an arm up over her side and pushed some of her hair out of the way with the other before finally going still. I was effectively spooning my big sister and she had no idea.

I wished sleeping with her like that was something I could do without having to be all sneaky about it. If I played my cards just right I supposed I might have convinced her to let me, but even then it still wouldn't be ideal. I didn't just want her to let me in her bed, I wanted her to want me in her bed, and that seemed far less likely. Still, at least for one night I had her warm softness to snuggle against, and that was better than nothing.

****

I'd hoped that maybe I'd wake up before April the next morning, then leave before she ever knew I was there. I didn't particularly plan on it though, which was probably just as well. As it turned out, I awoke just as she was trying to delicately slip out from under my arm. She was clearly making an attempt not to disturb me, but she failed.

I tightened my grasp on her, holding her down as she almost slipped away. She gave up on subtlety once she realized I must be awake and began prying her way free.

"You're such a little cuddle-slut," she said.

"Am not," I said. "You're just being a meanie."

"If I was being mean I would have pushed you onto the floor instead of doing my best not to wake you up. Though I probably would have had to get you up pretty soon anyway, so I don't know how much good it would have done."

"Calling me a slut seems kinda mean."

April struggled free and sat up safely out of my reach. She brushed a few errant strands of hair behind her ears.

"I called you a cuddle-slut, it's different. I don't know what else to call you when you're supposed to be sleeping in a different room, and when I wake up you're spooning me."

"Could have thought up something nicer," I said, pouting at her. "I'm only your baby sister, I'm impressionable. You ha--"

I was cut off by a pillow to the face. I couldn't help giggling as I threw it back at my sister.

"Okay, enough silliness," she said, trying to look serious. "You want the shower first or second. We kinda need to get moving."

"I'll go first," I said.

Going first at most anything involving a bathroom was almost instinctual for me. It was a side-effect of sharing one with my sister all those years growing up, I assumed. Being first in meant I didn't have to wait for her to finish. She must have felt the same way, but generally deferred to me for some reason. In a lot of ways, she was nicer to me than I probably deserved.

Once I got the water at just the right temperature and stepped into the shower, it didn't take me long to get lost in thought. I could still feel my sister's body against me, and smell her unique, barely perceptible scent. I didn't know why I was so willing to drive myself crazy over her. sleeping with her couldn't possibly have done any real good in the long run, even though it had seemed like a good idea at the time.

Without being fully aware of it at first, my hand wandered down between my legs. April was in my head, and, as I knew from experience, there was only one way to quickly make her back off a little.

With all the water running down my body my pussy was pleasantly slick, even without the natural lubrication my arousal would provide. I rubbed slow circles around my clit, then slid my fingers lower and gently pressed them against my entrance. My first two fingers easily went in and I began finger-fucking myself as quietly as I could. I had plenty of experience masturbating in the shower, as it was a place where I generally had more assurance of privacy from my sister, the very person I tended to think about while I was getting off.

Unfortunately, this particular time, April was waiting for me to finish up and vacate the shower. I heard her pounding on the door just as I felt my orgasm begin to build.

"Hurry up!" she called. "I need to get in there too!"

"Just a minute!" I called back.

I'd lost concentration and desperately worked my clit in an attempt to bring back that sense of impending orgasm. It didn't work, and all my efforts seemed to be in vain. If I didn't get off now, I'd just end up more frustrated than if I hadn't bothered to start with.

"Come on you little brat," April said, opening the door. "It can't possibly take that long."

I froze as I listened to her approach the shower where I stood with my hand still at my pussy. I should have assumed a more neutral stance in case she could tell what I was doing, but some part of me kind of wanted to be caught. In fact, despite it being a ridiculous fantasy, I hoped she'd just strip and jump in with me.

Instead she walked past me to the toilet. I was so clueless I didn't have the slightest idea what she was doing until I heard the flush. I squealed and leaped out of the scaldingly hot water to the relative safety of the bath mat. I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around me while April stood there grinning.

"I gave you plenty of time to get out on your own," she said.

"That was still cruel," I said. "Horribly, terribly mean. No wonder I grew up the way I did."

"You mean spoiled and bratty? Yeah, totally my fault. Shoulda been tougher on you. Now scoot."

I stuck my tongue out at her, but left without further argument. At least while she was showering I had another chance to get myself off. I dropped my towel as soon as I was mostly dry and felt the thrill of being naked and exposed in my sister's apartment. With an air of calm I didn't really feel, I made my way back to her bed and flopped down right in the middle.

If I closed my eyes I could imagine her finding me like that; naked and horny and waiting for her. She'd have her towel wrapped around her, with her hair still damp just like mine and her skin all freshly cleaned. She'd let the towel fall... and then she'd do extremely naughty things to me.

I finger-fucked myself mercilessly at the thought of all the things I'd let her do. I had a very good imagination when it came to that sort of thing. The knowledge that she really was naked not too far away from me made my fantasizing all the more intense. There genuinely was a risk that she'd walk in on me jilling off in her bed.

Before long my efforts paid off and my orgasm hit with all the intensity I expected from such risky masturbation. Being exposed somehow always made it better, though not enough for me to become too much of an exhibitionist. I was too much of a scaredy-cat for that.

In my post-orgasm state of relaxation I had to force myself to get dressed. I was thinking a little more clearly now, and I knew I didn't really want to stay naked for too long. However, there were other, less practical thoughts still lurking around in my head. I wasn't as horny now that I'd gotten myself off, but that didn't mean I'd forgotten about my sister.

Clad in an outfit entirely 'borrowed' from April's wardrobe, I slunk back to her bathroom door. From what I could hear she seemed to still be in the shower, so I decided to take a chance. "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.

"Sure you're not," she said. "Because you totally listen to everything you're told and would never throw a fit over not getting your way."

I looked at her with my best sad puppy-dog eyes.

"You're such a meanie," I said.

"I know, but it's good for you. Someone needs to put you in your place every now and then." She nodded toward the kitchen. "Come on, let's get some breakfast. We need to get moving soon."

We ate relatively quickly, which mostly meant I pestered April less than usual, then she drove me to school. I got there earlier than I needed to be, which worked for me because I couldn't get my sister's naked body out of my head, despite having gotten off once already that morning.

I'd masturbated at 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 was empty, and I secured the farthest stall from the door for my depraved purposes.

It turned out that all the time spent fantasizing between seeing my sister 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. I was also a little annoyed at the knowledge that I'd still have to wear the panties all day, uncomfortable as they'd be. Unless of course I went without....

I soon 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 that could worry me enough to penetrate my self-inflicted sexual bliss.

All in all, I felt a lot more relaxed and confident after bringing myself to my second orgasm of the day. I already had plans forming for next time I was at my sister's place, even if most of them were too ridiculous to seriously consider.

****

Over the next few days I tried to think up a plausible excuse for visiting April again; not that 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 out I'd been scheming for nothing, as my parents had decided to go away for the weekend and had already asked my sister if I could stay with her.

Naturally I gave them shit over it, both for not telling me until the last minute and for treating me like a k** 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 s*s. In hindsight, that probably was the sort of thing that helped reinforce April's notion that I was a "spoiled brat." Oh well.

I was dropped off unceremoniously Friday evening with a bag of my stuff, including 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 wearing them.

April, awesome sister that she was, had 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 something, but I didn't get much out of her.

It wasn't until later while we were on the couch half-watching a movie after stuffing ourselves on pizza that she offered any sort of clue what was bugging her. Even then, it was only in a roundabout fashion.

"Can I ask you something?" she asked.

"Sure," I said, having already cuddled up lazily next to her.

"I don't want you to take this the wrong way, or... actually I have no idea how you're going to take this."

I craned my neck around to look at her in confusion.

"What could you possibly need to ask that you're so uncomfortable about?"

She met my gaze with a serious, yet hesitant, expression on her face. I very rarely saw her in that sort of mood.

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

"What?"

"You heard me. I'm not trying to, like, judge or accuse or anything. I just want to know. There've been some things that you do, especially around me... I dunno, it's just a feeling I had."

"Well of course I li--" I began, trying to play it off as a silly question. April just shook her head, silently telling me she wasn't going to drop the subject just because I played dumb. "Yeah, I do," I mumbled.

I felt my face flush and I sat up, putting some space between us. I couldn't look at her anymore, and I knew the weekend that I had so much hope for had just become awkward as hell for both of us. Or, more to the point, it had become awkward for me. It must have already been weird for April if she'd been suspicious enough of my lesbian tendencies to make inquiries.

She reached a hand toward me and I flinched away from it. I could tell my reaction upset her.
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"I'm sorry," she said.

"What are you sorry for," I said. "I'm the one who--"

"No," she said sharply. "Don't you dare apologize. You have nothing to apologize for. I understand if you didn't want to tell me, but there's absolutely nothing wrong with it and you shouldn't think there is."

I smiled a little despite everything. Despite how unfunny the situation was.

"I know there's nothing wrong with liking girls," I said. "I would have told you that, I knew you wouldn't care."

"Then... I don't understand."

April's expression had gone from one of attempted comforting, to one full of confusion. As I looked at her I couldn't help wanting to tell her, to say the things I always wanted to say but never could.

"Why I wouldn't tell you I'm a lesbian? Maybe because you might figure out other things. Like why I hang out with you so much, and why I love cuddling with you, and why I've never had a girlfriend."

The dawning realization on her face might have been funny if I hadn't been so close to tears.

"What are you saying?" she asked, barely able to form her words.

"I'm saying it's you. It's fucking you. Always has been. I'm in love with my sister and it's completely pathetic and I hate it, but I can't help it."

I gave in and started crying, right in front of her. I expected her to leave, or tell me to leave, or explain why my feelings for her were wrong, or even just sit there in stunned silence. What I didn't expect was for her to reach for me again and slowly pull me toward her until I was leaning on her. I didn't know what to make of it, but I was also still crying and that took precedence over figuring out what was going on.

April held me and gently rocked me while I calmed down. Strange as it was, considering she was the reason I was crying to begin with, it actually helped a lot. She made me feel safe, even if that safety might have been an illusion.

"It's okay, it's all okay," she whispered.

"How can it possibly be okay?"

"Because it is. Because I said so. Because I love you no matter what."

"That's... kind of a good answer."

"Of course it is. You didn't think I was going to hate you or something, did you?"

I shrugged and tried to relax, though it was next to impossible to do so. I couldn't help being tense when I was so close to April and I no longer knew exactly where we stood.

"So now what?" I asked.

"Well, we can talk if you want. Or we can just sit here for a while. Or I can give you some space if it'll help. It's up to you really."

"Could you stop being so nice about this? I don't really know how to deal with it."

April hugged me tighter. "Nope, I'm gonna be as nice as I want, and there's nothing you can do about it."

"Even though you know how messed up I am? And that you've been my biggest fantasy for a long time."

"I don--"

"And when I stole your clothes and stuff while you were in the shower last time I was here it was mostly to see you naked."

"Yes, even with all that," she said firmly. "I don't know what to tell you about your... feelings for me. All I can do is make sure you know I'm not going to make you deal with them on your own."

I looked at her, comparing her reassuring smile with how I imagined my uncertain, tear-streaked face. She had put up with so much from me over the years, and once again she was dealing with my shit far better than I deserved. It made things both easier and harder at the same time.

On impulse, and with my typical lack of thought behind it, I craned my neck up and kissed her. She clearly wasn't expecting it and pulled away quickly, but not before I got to feel the softness of her lips against mine for the first time.

"Okay, now you're pushing it," she said, though still with no trace of anger.

"I know," I said.

I kissed her again and I was able to hold it for longer before she was able to gently push me away.

"I'm serious," she said, wagging a finger in my face. "That was your freebie. You know I'm not afraid to tie you up if I have to."

"I kinda like when you tie me up."

She shook her head in resignation. "You are so... you."

"Yeah, I'm kind of a pain in the butt, aren't I?"

I actually giggled a little, and despite everything, I was beginning to feel better. Like things were actually going to be okay.

****

I slept on the couch that night, no nighttime cuddling shenanigans for me this time around. In fact, there were quite a few things I'd done in the past that I probably wouldn't be able to get away with anymore. I'd have to be more careful around my sister in the future, and I hated being careful in general.

That said, it was also kind of a relief that she could apparently accept my secret desire for her. I'd always been a little terrified that if she found out, that would be the end of our relationship. The situation wasn't great, but it was nowhere near as bad as it could have been.

First thing the next morning, I stumbled sleepily into the kitchen where April was already in the midst of getting pancakes together. I sat down heavily on my usual chair and, as though things hadn't changed, I just watched.

"Morning sleepy-face," April greeted me in a sing-songy voice.

"Glad you're still cheerful," I said.

Of course, she'd probably gotten some proper sleep. I was having to make do with the sporadic few hours I'd squeezed in between thinking and worrying and trying to get comfortable on that damn couch.

"I'm still allowed to be cheerful," she said as she finished mixing up the batter. "Just because you might think the world's ending, doesn't mean it is."

"Umph," I said, then collapsed forward on the table in an overly dramatic fashion.

April mostly ignored my silliness, instead focusing on pouring the batter into the frying pan. I noted absently that the shorts she was wearing fit her butt really nicely, but then, most of her clothes did. She had a nice ass.

"Are you staring at my butt?" she asked, having looked back to check on me.

"Yes," I said. "I tend to when I'm watching you, you know. It's one of your best features."

"My, aren't we in a forthcoming mood this morning. I better get you some food so you stop having sexy thoughts about me."

"Good luck with that. I can have sexy thoughts and eat at the same time. I'm very talented that way."

April laughed, and soon enough the first pancakes were ready. She brought them over to me on a plate and set them down in front of me, making a second trip to get me silverware and syrup.

"I don't deserve you," I said.

"What's that supposed to mean? It's not like this is the first time I've waited on your lazy ass. I'm used to it."

"Exactly. I'm a terrible sister, and you just keep putting up with me no matter what I do, or what I think, and... I don't deserve any of it."

I'd managed to get myself in a bad mood all over again, and I stared down despondently at my plate. She'd made the pancakes in little Mickey Mouse shapes for me and everything.

I was caught off-guard by April's arms encircling me from behind and pulling me into a quick, but firm, hug.

"Stop being so hard on yourself," she said. "I mean it. I love you and I like having you around, alright? That being said, you have been extra needy lately so I'm making you do the dishes afterward."

Like always, she knew what to say to make me feel better. A small but genuine smile formed on my lips at the sheer ridiculousness of the idea that washing the dishes could pay her back for everything.

"I guess that's a fair deal," I said.

"Mm-hm, thought you'd think so."

She rushed back to the stove to take care of the pancakes before they burned, and I started picking at the ones already on my plate. They were delicious, of course, and I found once I started eating that I had more of an appetite than I thought.

I didn't even mind doing the dishes after I was done, which was probably a first for me. April, having started after me, was still eating and got to watch me work for a change. I doubted it had quite the same effect on her, however.

"Have you ever messed around with another girl?" I asked, pretty much speaking as the thought popped into my head.

There was a slight pause, and I wasn't sure whether it was because April had to think about her answer or just because she had her mouth full.

"No," she said.

"Ever thought about it?"

"Okay, I can't help but feel like you're working some kind of angle here, but I don't know what it is."

"No angle," I said. "I just kinda want to know what it's like. I guess I probably have to go out and get a girlfriend or something for that, right?"

"You mean you haven't... you've never actually been with a girl?"

I felt myself flush. "I told you, it's always been you I was interested in," I mumbled. "There's never been anyone else."

She must have sensed she'd made me uncomfortable, because the next thing I knew she was beside me with a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

"Hey, I didn't mean it as a bad thing. I was surprised is all. All those years when you never had a boyfriend I thought it was strange, but once I suspected you weren't into boys at all I assumed you must have just been hiding whoever you were with."

"Nope, no need," I said, trying to force a smile.

I slipped easily into April's offered hug, making sure to keep my wet hands off her. Under other circumstances I might have left wet hand prints on her back just for fun. I really was kind of a brat.

As she started to pull away, I darted forward and kissed her, sneaking past her defenses just as I had the night before. She was getting slower at breaking away from me, possibly because it wasn't coming as quite as much of a shock anymore.

"I warned you about that, didn't I?" she said.

"Yeah, and you threatened to tie me up. But I'm washing dishes now so I don't think you'll actually do it."

I turned my back on her, confident that she wouldn't want to stop me from cleaning up.

"Okay, you win this round," she said after a moment. "But don't think you're gonna get away with that sort of thing again."

Maybe she was right, maybe that was the last time I'd get to kiss her. While it was still fresh on my lips, I didn't really mind so much. If I closed my eyes I could remember every detail, and there was nothing she could do to stop that.

****

We had to go grocery shopping later on, or rather April needed to get groceries and I tagged along. Mom had sent some money with me to pay for my food, and I decided to help my sister spend it.

She refused to use a cart when she shopped. Something about how it was easier to only buy the things you needed when you had to lug them around with you instead of being able to fill up a whole grocery cart. It made sense, I supposed, but since I hadn't been forced into growing up and being responsible yet, I mostly went along with it to humour her.

As we wandered the aisles, me holding the basket and April occasionally throwing something in, I casually slipped my hand over to hers and entwined our fingers together. She gave me a look, but didn't let go right away.

"You really know how to push your luck, don't you?" she said. "You're like an expert at it."

"I've had all my life to learn," I agreed.

It felt nice holding my sister's hand in public like that. Sure it would be awkward if anyone knew the real reason for it, but it was a sufficiently innocent gesture between sisters that I was sure we'd be fine if we ran into anyone we knew. "You can't keep doing things like this," April said.

"Why not? It's been working so far."

"Because...." She had to stop and wait for someone to go by us and get out of earshot. "Because it's going to force me to make a very difficult choice," she said in a low voice.

"What choice?"

"I... look, just wait until we have some privacy okay? This isn't the place to talk about it."

She was right, there were far too many people around to be discussing all the details of our relationship. At the same time, now I was curious what she wanted to say and it took all my willpower not to keep pestering her.

"I'm kinda thinking about making a cake," April said as we passed the baking section. "It's been a while since I've done one. It's way too much to eat when I'm all on my own. What do you think?"

"Hm, yeah. Sounds good," I said distractedly.

"You're not listening, are you?"

"I'm sort of listening."

"If you say so."

April grabbed a few supplies that she needed and we carried on. I was so anxious to hear what she wanted to say that I wasn't even sure what else we got along the way. I completely zoned out as I followed her through the rest of the aisles and to the check-out.

Finally we made it back the car, and I barely waited until we had both sat down before bringing the subject back up.

"What did you want to tell me?" I asked.

"Put your seatbelt on," she said instead of answering.

She started driving and I had to leave her alone for a few seconds while I fumbled with my seatbelt that had somehow gotten twisted.

"Come on," I said. "What were you gonna say?

April sighed. "Okay, listen. I wasn't entirely honest with you about everything. I have actually messed around with another girl once."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. It was just some kissing and touching, and I guess once we got topless, but that's it."

"So how was it? And why didn't you want me to know about it?"

"It was, well... it's complicated. Which is part of the reason I didn't want to talk about it."

"It can't have been that complicated. I just wanna know how it felt."

"I don't know. I mean, yes it felt good, I guess. But I was never really that into her as far as taking things any further. It all just got weird and neither of us knew what we wanted and it almost ended really badly."

"Oh."

I stared out the window for a few minutes, processing the new information. I tried to think of who my sister might have experimented with, probably one of her friends, and imagined her making out with various possible candidates.

"So does it feel good when I kiss you?" I asked.

"Don't," she said. "Don't go there."

"What, I'm just asking."

"Yeah, but if I say yes you're just going to use that as an excuse to keep pushing and keep trying to get more out of me."

"But wouldn't that be okay if we both like it?"

"No, it would be confusing. Plus there'd be a really good chance that you could get hurt, and I don't want that. I don't know that I can ever return the feelings you have for me. That's pretty much the bottom line here."

She had a point, probably, but I was focusing almost exclusively on the idea that she might have liked it when I kissed her. She hadn't said it directly, but she'd come close enough. If I could just get her to admit it for real, both to me and herself, then it might end up being a better weekend than I could ever have hoped.

****

April put on an apron before starting to mix up her cake. She sometimes wore one while baking, even though I had yet to see her make enough of a mess to warrant it. She didn't know it, but it was a very bad choice for getting me to stop obsessing over her.

I didn't know what it was, but I absolutely loved when she wore an apron. It was probably just one of those things like how some people were really into cheerleader costumes or French maid outfits. Plus, when I had just the right angle from the front and she was wearing shorts or a skirt, I could sometimes pretend that she was naked from the waist down underneath. That was the sort of thing that got my panties damp in a hurry.

No doubt April was fully aware that I was checking her out. There was hardly any point in being subtle about it anymore, and I basically just propped my head up on my arms on the table and watched her.

"You look good in that," I said.

"What, you mean the apron?"

"Yeah. Looks sexy on you."

She mimed throwing the spoon she'd been stirring with at me, but then just shrugged off my comment. She was so casual about my perverse attraction to her sometimes, yet she had also made it clear that she had some serious issues regarding it. It made deciding what to do about her all the more complicated.

Well, when in doubt, go with what you know. For me, that meant doing something stupid.

I crept up behind April when she wasn't looking and gently, but quickly, ran my hands under her shirt and around her waist. I pressed right up behind her and rested my chin on her shoulder. She tried to turn around, probably to chastise me once again, but I held her tighter and made sure she couldn't move until she gave up her initial struggle.

"Look, I know perfectly well you don't take my threats seriously," she said. "But we've been over this. You can't be doing these kinds of things."

"Sure I can. I may not act all that mature most of the time, but I am old enough to make my own decisions. I know you're worried about hurting me, and maybe you will, but what you don't get is that I've already been hurting for a long, long time."

She paused in her attempt to pry my hands from around her waist.

"I'm sorry about that," she said. "It's not a great situation no matter how you look at it. But trust me, it can get worse."

"So let me take that risk. Let me grow up. You can't protect me from everything."

"No, I can't, but I should at least be able to protect you from me."

"Hasn't worked so far."

April stopped fighting me and went back to her mixing. If she hoped I'd get bored and go away, she was sadly mistaken. I stayed right where I was and started nuzzling at her neck. My hands roamed a little, but mostly stayed in innocent territory. Patient as she was with me, there was still only so much I'd get away with.

"This feels okay, doesn't it?" I asked softly.

She didn't answer right away until I kissed the side of her neck, making her involuntarily tilt her head a little.

"It feels okay," she agreed, her voice nearly breaking as she spoke. "It's nice, but...."

"But you're still not comfortable with it," I finished for her. She nodded and I reluctantly let go of her. "You don't know if you could love me that way."

"I just don't. I'm sorry."

I didn't respond right away. Instead I took a couple steps back and took off my shirt. No amount of argument would convince my sister, so I needed to resort to something a little more extreme. I was down to my bra and panties before she looked over her shoulder to see what I was doing. The look on her face was hilarious; she obviously had no idea what the hell I was doing.

"What... why..." she said, waving her hands at me.

"Taking my clothes off," I said as I removed the last of my clothing.

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"Thought it might help if you saw me naked."

"I've seen you naked, remember? Last time you were here."

Despite her words, her eyes hadn't left me since she turned around. There was a hint of lust there, much as she tried to hide it. Unless of course I was imagining it because I wanted it to be there, but I was sure she found me more attractive than she let on.

"You saw me naked for maybe a few seconds, and you weren't really looking," I said. "That hardly counts."

I did a slow spin, letting her look over every part of me. I was getting so turned on at being such a show-off for her, and I desperately wanted her to touch me, though I doubted she would. When I finished turning and was facing her once again, I was pleased to see her gaze firmly on my bare pussy, at least until she realized I had noticed.

"Please put your clothes back on," she said.

"No."

"I need to get the cake put together and in the oven," she said, very nearly pleading. "Can we just have this discussion later. I've got too many things going on here."

"Okay, but I'm not getting dressed."

I kicked my clothes into a pile in the corner, then marched out of the room still completely naked. I made my hips sway more than necessary in the process, confident I was still being watched. My plan was simply to settle in on my sister's couch and wait for her, and I had no intention of being good in the meantime.

My horniness was getting to be overwhelming, but there was an easy fix for that. Despite how exposed I was, and how inappropriate it was to even contemplate, I slid a hand down to my pussy and lightly stroked it. That small touch felt so good, so deliciously naughty, and I repeated it.

Soon I was openly masturbating while April was in the next room. She would probably walk in on me, in fact I hoped she would, and the thought only encouraged me. It was difficult to restrain myself and not finger myself silly, but somehow I managed.

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I looked up toward the doorway to see my sister, now apron-less, standing there. My fingers never stopped moving.

"You could help if you want," I said.

"No, I don't think so."

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 feel a little silly sitting around naked when April had already been and gone, and the element of sexy exposure had been eliminated.

With my sister on the edge of caving, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen next.

****

April's cake was, as expected, delicious. We each had some after supper, and 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 how much better a cook she was than me.

However, just because the food was good didn't mean that I had to be. I took every conceivable opportunity to toy with my meal suggestively, gently sucking on 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 off. The faint stains left over were totally worth it.

"Can you stop being horny for, like, five seconds?" April finally asked.

"What do you mean?" I said, putting on my best innocent face. I continued 'cleaning' my boob as I feigned ignorance.

"Seriously, you're driving me crazy. And you're my goddamn little sister. I don't even know what that says about me."

I smiled. "Probably it means you're in the same boat I am. At least we're in it together."

"Yeah, I suppose it does."

We had almost finished eating at that point, so I wasn't terribly surprised when April got up. I assumed she was 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 try and get my arms around her, but she backed up just before I could.

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

"Mm-hm, me too. Come on."

She grabbed my wrist and dragged me away from the table, almost making me fall on the floor before I could get my balance.

"Where are we going?" I asked, giggling at whatever this new game was.

"To bed."

"But it's not ev-- oh."

"Little slow sometimes, aren't you?"

I tried valiantly to show some indignation at her flippant insult, but failed miserably. I was far too delirious at the implications of my sister taking me to her bed.

She stopped by the edge of the bed and I immediately pressed myself right up against her. I didn't actually move in for another kiss, but I made it very clear that I wanted one. After a moment she obliged.

April's arms went around me and her lips met mine in a soft, but increasingly passionate kiss. I returned her display of affection, and took the opportunity to grab her butt at the same time. I'd wanted to do that for so long.

We fell on the bed together, locked 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, and our mouths never separating for longer than a few seconds.

When I thought I could get away with it I tentatively poked my tongue between my sister's lips. She allowed me full access and her tongue soon joined mine in an erotic dance. It was such a disappointment when she eventually pulled away.

"Hang on," she told me when I tried to follow her. She pulled her head back even farther, and out of easy reach. "Just... I need a second here."

"Okay," I said.

I left her mouth alone and switched my focus to her shirt. It needed to come off, I decided. I started to tug it up toward her breasts, but was stopped.

"You don't listen well, do you?" April said.

"I listen fine. I was doing something different from what you told me not to do."

"Yeah, but... whatever. I'm so overwhelmed right now I can barely even think, let alone deal with your annoying persistence."

"Overwhelmed in a good way?" I asked hopefully.

"Uh-huh, kind of. I just... I feel like such a bad sister."

"What? No way, you're the best sister ever."

"If I were such a good sister, you wouldn't have turned out to be such a spoiled little brat, 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 stuff with me, it's not like you forced it on me or anything. Pretty much the opposite."

"It's still not necessarily a good thing just because 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 now. Just remember, if this all goes badly somehow, I'm totally going to say 'I told you so.' Repeatedly."

"I'll take that chance."

I tried again to pull April's shirt off, and this time she let me. She even undid her bra for me so I didn't have to reach around and fumble behind her. Not that I would have minded any excuse I could get to be that close.

She giggled as I dove right in and buried my face between her breasts, but I didn't mind. I'd wanted her for so long that finally having complete access to her body overrode what little restraint I had.

"You're such a goof," April said.

I had her nipple between my lips, and when I looked up at her she only giggled again. I decided to ignore her and went back to touching and fondling and sucking on her boobs. Gradually her amusement gave way to arousal, and I heard fewer giggles and more moans of pleasure. I might have been inexperienced, but what I lacked in skill I made up for with enthusiasm. Judging by her reaction, I must have been doing something right.

As the initial rush wore off and I was once again able to think more than a second or two into the future, I remembered that there were other parts of my sister I really wanted to see and feel. I started to slide down her body, my fingers hooking into the waist of her shorts, but she put a hand on my arm and made me pause. My disappointment must have shown because she was quick to reassure me.

"Don't worry," she said. "I'm not going to stop you again. But I do kind of, like...." She looked at me, then away, then at me again. "Can I see you naked again first?" she asked, blushing slightly at her own question.

"Of course you can," I said. "Any time you want."

Even though I still wanted to see her naked more than almost anything, and I'd been naked for her already that day, I could hardly deny a request like that. It was something I'd never thought I'd hear, and the last thing I wanted to do was discourage her now.

I stood up on the bed and pulled off my clothes as fast as I could while April looked up at me. I supposed I could have dragged it out more, maybe danced for her a little, but the direct approach seemed better. It didn't take me long, and once I finished I noticed just how overtly my sister was examining me. It was such a thrill to be on display for her like that while she didn't even try to hide her interest.

"You know," she said, "it took me far too long to realize just how sexy my little sister is."

I grinned and bounced back down beside her. She leaned over and kissed me, meeting my tongue with hers before I could even contemplate taking the initiative again. We lay down on our sides, close enough to each other that our breasts pressed together and our legs began to get tangled.

April still had her shorts on, and I still wanted them off. It was kind of tricky to do anything about it while still fiercely making out with her, not to mention my own legs getting in the way of the process, but with her help the shorts eventually came off. That left her panties as the only piece of clothing between the two of us. It was better, but not yet perfect.

When I went back to remove her underwear, I discovered one of her hands already there. I couldn't see what she was doing, but it was obvious enough regardless.

"Are you masturbating?" I asked.

She looked a little guilty at being caught, but only a little.

"Yeah," she said. "Can you blame me?"

"Not even a little."

I pulled her panties down far enough to get them out of the way, then gently tugged at her wrist until she moved it out of my way. My hand then replaced hers, my fingers caressing the beautifully smooth skin of her bare pussy. She made cute little whimpers as I familiarized myself with the area. I may not have been with another girl before, but I'd gotten myself off more than enough to have some confidence in what I was doing.

April took my lead, and I felt her fingers creep over to my pussy while I played with hers. Her touch was hesitant and exploratory and softer than necessary, but still felt like the best thing I'd ever experienced. Having my big sister finger me was a dream come true. I kissed her in appreciation, much more gently than before and with all the emotion behind it that I could muster. It was a kiss to tell her that I loved her, and that she should definitely keep going. I was so excited from everything, and so very turned on, that I couldn't think. All I could do was rely more and more on instinct to try and get my sister off as she did the same to me. The longer we went, the less I felt I was succeeding at my task. April was making me feel too good and I just couldn't concentrate enough to give her the same level of care she was giving me.

There was nothing I could do to stop the slow building of my orgasm, or the complete override of all my senses and motivation. Nothing short of yanking my sister's hand away from my pussy anyway, and there was no way I could bring myself to do that.

I came hard as April's dextrous little fingers pushed me past the point of no return. I let out a long moan of pleasure and buried my face in her shoulder, trying to be as close to my big sister as I could get while riding out the sensations coursing through my body.

Gradually I returned to near-normalcy, coming back down to reality from my sexual high. I realized I'd stopped masturbating April at all during my orgasm, but when I went to resume where I'd left off, it turned out she was taking care of herself. It made me feel kind of bad for letting her down like that, but I was also in the midst of post-orgasm bliss so it didn't bother me all that much.

"M'sorry," I mumbled.

"That's okay," she said, apparently knowing exactly what I meant.

She smiled and I smiled back, then settled in to watch her. She clearly wasn't that far away from her own orgasm, and I loved the look on her face as she got closer and closer. Her eyelids were half-closed and her lips kept making little twitches, like she couldn't decide whether she was happy or just needed to concentrate.

On impulse I leaned in and kissed her, moving one of my hands to her breast since I just couldn't help myself. I'd just started toying with her nipple when her whole body seemed to stiffen, and even without breaking our kiss to look, I knew she was cumming.

I pressed my lips harder to hers and slipped my hand down to cover the one on her pussy. I felt her fingers moving rapidly and purposefully, then suddenly slow down and stop at the same time as every part of her relaxed all at once. Finally I pulled away and grinned at her satisfied, contented face. It would have been nice if it could have been my actions that brought her there, but it was still good.

"You're a bad influence, little sister," she said, reaching out to push a few errant strands of hair from my face.

"Nuh-uh," I said.

"Deny it all you want,