Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Cuddle-slut: 1 Little sister has a crush on her big sister...

************** 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.

What botheredwas 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 sways; 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 tothat she was enjoying herself.

The short version was that there were a lot of little things about her that madelike 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 cheerup sometimes when I was feeling frustrated with the situation.

April moved into her own place when I was eighteen. It upsetat 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 withto get used to it.

One particular day when I dropped by after school she had just started making cookies. That was sexcellent 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 forto 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 getto 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 tI marveled at hquickly and effortlessly she worked. Any tI tried making cookies it tooktwice as long as her, and they still cout 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 distractedso 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 sof 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 tthere's gonna be consequences." "Yeah, yeah." She watchedmore carefully after that, but I could be patient when it suited me. I stayed right where I was until the first batch of cookies cout 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 draggedback to my seat, and this tused 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 spity onand 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. Nwouldn'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 escortinto her small living room. She madesit on the couch before she sat as well. "You ways tie up visitors like that?" I asked. "I suppose sof them might like it." Lost in the world of this story? Make sure you're on Ñe5sto catch every twist and turn. The next chapter awaits, exclusively on our site. Dive in now! "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 sdiscomfort. I'd never told anyone I preferred girls, letalone which girl in particular. I wanted to tell April, Kreally 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 sis 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 aroundand leaned towarda 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 pokedin the side just to makeflinch. We settled down after that and just talked for a while. There was no one particular subject, mostly we said whatever cinto our heads. I was quite relieved when the whole 'boyfriend' thing didn't cup 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.

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