Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Cuddle-slut: 5 "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 forceto make a very difficult choice," she said in a low voice.

"What choice?" "I... look, just wait until we have sprivacy 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 stime, 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.

"Con," 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 skissing and touching, and I guess once we got topless, but that's it." "So how was it? And why didn't you wantto 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 cclose enough. If I could just get her to admit it for real, both toand 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 gettingto 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 speople 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 sserious 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 chastiseonce 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 lettake that risk. Letgrow up. You can't protectfrom everything." "No, I can't, but I should at least be able to protect you from me." "Hasn't worked so far." April stopped fightingand 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 lovethat 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.

Just a heads up: is the only place to read the complete version of this book for free. Don't miss out on the next chapter-visit us now and continue your journey! "Taking my clothes off," I said as I removed the last of my clothing.

"I can see that. It doesn't really explain anything." "Thought it might help if you sawnaked." "I've seen you naked, remember? Last tyou were here."

Despite her words, her eyes hadn't leftsince she turned around. There was a hint of lust there, much as she tried to hidext. Unless of M ve course was imagining it because I wanted it to be there, but I was sure she foundmore attractive than she let on. "You sawnaked 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-offfor her, and I desperately wanted her O 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 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.

"I don't know why I'm even surprised." 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." Cuddle-slut: 5 Tip: You can use left, right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

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