Sisterly Love Part 2
Warning: The following contains cub/incest/lesbian, if one or all do not appeal to your tastes, please cease and desist reading this. Should you so feel inclined to continue, I take no responsibility for your mental capacities following such actions. You have been warned.
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"What are you doing?"
Jaz stared up at the questioning eyes of her sister Ema, standing there in her bathrobe, front open, showing her entire frontside. She found she could not speak. Frozen by fear and the bliss of her first orgasm slowly still fading, nothing would come out.
How long has she been here? I never heard the shower turn off. How much did she see?
Again, this time emphasized, "What. Are. You. Doing?"
"Uhh, ah, n, nothing"
"Nothing? Well you were purring like there was something..."
Now regaining some of her faculties, "N, no, it was nothing."
Ema reached out for the blanket covering Jaz, "Lemme see, what do you have under there."
"NO!" and Jaz reached for the only barrier between her sister and the truth. With only one hand really available, and Ema being the stronger of the two, the sheet was slipped off with little struggle, providing Ema with a completely unobstructed view of her twin.
Nudity between the sisters was nothing new though. The always got dressed at the same time, and always slept in the buff. Besides, they were twins, what had not they seen already? The only reason Ema herself still had her robe halfway on was because it was nearing winter, and it was a little chilly being wet right out of the shower.
Ema scrutinized her twin sister looking for anything unusual, and Jaz, frozen in fear could do nothing to stop her.
Looking at Jaz's right hand, "Why is your fur all wet?"
Jaz looked down and saw her hand was indeed rather wet, soaking almost. The same could have been said of her crotch, but that was mostly hidden from her sister's view.
Thinking as fast as her young mind could, she stammered, "Ah, I, You were in the bathroom so long and, and I, I almost could not hold it in... I, I had to go real bad."
Slowly, what Jaz was implying soaked into Ema's mind. With a sound of disgust and a grimace, she replied, "Well here ya go, bathroom is free." Then after stripping her own robe off, went to lie in her own bed.
"Th, thanks..." and Jaz ran to the bathroom.
It had been two months since that fateful night, and Jaz had yet to try experimenting again. Once in the bathroom, she had discovered that her fur was not just covered in the liquid, but a bit of blood as well. She decided, that maybe it WAS a bad idea.
Ema never told anyone of that night, but she liked to drop comments, hazing her about that night.
<Hey Jaz, I bet you are excited winter vacation is coming up. Try to CONTAIN yourself now.>
Jaz tried ignoring her and continued eating her cereal as their mother walked in.
'Girls, I have a little bad news." This got both their attention. "It seems the heater has gone and died, so we are going to be without heat for a few nights here..."
"What!"The girls chorused.
"I know I know, but it will only be for two or three days, we can survive that. I would HOPE you girls could survive three days without a little heat. We will be fine." Their mother made clear that that was the end of the conversation, and they obeyed, what else could they add. The heater was dead, and there was nothing that could change that.
Jaz laid in her bed that night shivering. Covered in two comforters, yet still the chill got to her. She recalled the weatherman's reports. A low of 37, how am I going to sleep at 37 degrees?
Just then she heard a stuttering sigh from her sister. "You still awake Ema?"
"Yeah, it is too frickin cold to sleep..."
"And we have the only comforters already in here..."
"This is ridiculous..." Again, another shiver and sigh could be heard.
Jaz began to think. "Hey Ema."
"What?"
"Why don't we sleep together tonight? We used to always sleep together when we were little." It was true, until they turned 8, they had shared a bed. Then, for their birthday, they were each given their own bed. But that had been four years ago.
"We could always just sleep in some clothes..."
"Aww come on, you know how uncomfy that is as well as I do."
Ema thought. It would be kinda awkward sleeping with her sister again, but dang it, it was cold, and the extra body heat would definitely help.
"Alright, I guess, but only until the heater is fixed, and bring one of your comforters."
Jaz was happy to comply. There was no way either of them would have gotten a decent nights sleep in that cold. She got out of bed, and shivering, rushed over to Ema's bed with one of her own comforter. Almost jumping in her bed, she threw the comforter on top of them and said, "Thank you so, so, SO much."
"Yeah, just make sure you use the bathroom when you need to." And with a smile, she drifted off to sleep.
Ughh, she is NEVER gonna let me live that down is she... I guess I brought that on myself though.
Soon, the sound of Ema's light snore could be heard, yet Jaz felt she just could not get comfy. Shifting around, she just could not find that right position. She looked at her sister lying beside her, back-side to Jaz in a semi-fetal position, the top leg being pulled in, the right, and bottom leg being mostly stretched out, her tail draped around to her chest. How come SHE gets to fall asleep so fast?
She shivered slightly, and opted to lie on her back, left hand on her chest, right hand straight by her side. It was my idea, I should be the one getting sleep.
Jaz put her hand on her sister's side, she always loved Ema's fur more than her own, it always seemed so much softer. She began stroking her sister's side, but abruptly stopped when she hit her thigh. It is so much warmer here...
Not wanting to leave the warmth, Jaz stroked her sister's thigh, occasionally brushing her cheek. But the occasional touch of the cheek soon turned into the main area of interest. Before she knew what she was doing, her hand rested firmly on her sister's crack.
Wha, what am I DOING? This is not right, I should NOT be doing this.
Jaz began to slowly pull her hand away, but shivered halfway through and put her hand back. It IS so much warmer there though. Besides, I AM just resting it there, that is all.
Suddenly, Ema shifted slightly, and Jaz froze. Did, did I wake her?
Soon though, the light snoring continued, and Jaz relaxed. Returning her attention to her hand, she found it partially wedged in her sisters crack. Horrified, she tried pulling her hand back, but she could not. No, just then, a thought occurred to her. I can get some revenge here. Revenge for all those remarks she has been dropping.
Slowly she moved her hand down in towards her sister's inner-thighs. I will get her wet, then wake her and point it out, oh what sweet, sweet revenge.
Sliding her hand back up and into her sister's crotch, she began to feel around. With Ema's top leg pulled up to her chest, it was all very easy access for Jaz. Delving her middle finger barely into her sisters slit, she began to stroke back and forth. She mused, It feels just like mine...
It did not take long before Ema was sufficiently wet to be shocked at herself, but Jaz did not stop. Her right hand was nearly covered in the slick juices from her sister. She was enjoying this too much.
Almost without her really realizing it, Jaz found herself sliding her left hand down from her chest to between her own thighs. Then quickly sliding into the rhythm of her right hand, she began stroking herself. One more time couldn't hurt...
What she immediately noticed, was that she was already wet down there. How could this be, she had not touched herself since she was almost caught by her sister.
Within the first few seconds, she could already feel the pleasure beginning to build within her core. Placing her finger above her hole, she noticed much of the skin that had covered it, was now gone. Maybe that is where the blood came from. Maybe I accidentally tore my skin and did not notice because of the pleasure. In any case, I guess it is gone now, nothing to hold me back...
Taking a deep breath, she shoved her index finger into her hole and gasped. The pleasure she felt now, seemed tenfold what she had felt two months prior.
Getting into a slow but steady rhythm of in, out, in, out with her finger, she looked at her sister. There were audible moans coming from her, but it was obvious she was still asleep. Why not go all the way with her, she is sure slick enough, she won't notice a thing.
And with that, on the next pass over her sister's hole, Jaz slid her finger inside her sister and held it there. Ema moaned and shifted slightly. You always were such a deep sleeper...
Time seemed to stand still. Nothing else in the world mattered. There was no cold, no fear of the upcoming test, just pleasure, sheer, unadulterated pleasure.
Jaz could feel it again, the building pressure, the rising temperature, the pleasure increasing. She began to purr heavily and speed up the movement in her hands.
"Uhhhhng, uhhhhh, ah, ah J, Jaz?"
Jaz could not hear anything in her blissful state, but when she felt her sister's hands cover her own, everything registered all at once. Immediately she stopped moving. Oh, oh God, I woke her. I, I woke my sister while doing THIS. No no no no no....
"Ema... I was just-"
"Jaz, d, do not stop"
"Wha-?" Jaz could not believe what she just heard. But she felt her sister's hand covering her own, now start to guide it back into the rhythm Jaz had just dropped. She did nothing, just let her sister use her hand as she pleased. She was far too scared to resist.
Ema began to increase the speed at which she stroked herself with Jaz's hand, and Jaz knew, she was getting close to finishing.
"Nnng, uh, uh, uh" Suddenly Ema thrust Jaz's finger as deep as she could into herself and held it there. Jaz could feel her sister's hole clenching on her finger, releasing, then clenching on again. She is feeling what I felt...
Slowly the contractions stopped and Ema released Jaz's hand. Taking this opportunity, Jaz carefully retracted her hand to her chest. And with no further fanfare, Ema languorously drifted off to sleep.
Jaz looked at her sister, then stared at the ceiling.
"What did I do....."
To Be Continued....