Sisterly Love Part 3
Warning: The following contains cub/incest/lesbian, if one, several, 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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Jaz slowly opened her eyes to the pseudo-darkness of her room and looked over to her alarm clock, which was no longer there. No, wait, it was just further away. Further away, why is it all the way over-
Her thought was interrupted by a moan and a shuffling of the bed directly next to her.
The night before came rushing back to her. Oh God, I am still in bed with my sister, and after what I did to her last night!
She began to panic and as quickly and quietly as possible got out of bed and into the days clothes. Please do not wake up, please do not wake up, please do not wake up.
Just as she was closing the door to their room, Ema's eyes opened up and looked at her. Jaz paused for but a second, then shut the door and fled down the stairs into the kitchen. Throwing two pieces of bread into the toaster, she found herself tapping her foot as the sounds of Ema getting dressed upstairs could be heard.
Almost before the "ding" of the toaster finished resonating, Jaz had her toast in hand and was buttering them. Going round and round in her head was a singular thought, I gotta get outta here...
Without finishing half of her first slice, she was already slinging on her back-pack and closing the front door. Looking at her watch, she noted it was almost an hour and a half before school started, and it only took 10 to 15 minutes to get there. While Jaz's parents didn't mind her leaving before they saw her in the mornings, she had never left this early. She mused, I can't even see the glow of the sun yet... What am I gonna do for an hour at school...
At which point, she remembered her test.
Jaz looked at the pizza on the plate in front of her. Lunch was already half over and she hadn't so much as even opened her milk carton. The drone of her friends could be heard in the back of her mind, but she could have cared less at that moment. Why did I do it?
"I know right, it was friggin stupid."
What's she gonna say to me? What am I gonna say?
"At least it was our last test right?"
_ How am I gonna say anything?_
"No, we still have our finals, dummy!"
_ The way she looked at me, it was sad..._
"Aww, come on, why remind me, ignorance is bliss remember?"
Jaz picked up her pizza, placed it to her mouth, but put it right back down. God, I can't even eat...
"If ignorance is bliss, you must be in nirvana by now!"
Jaz looked at her friends laughing at one of their jokes, they could have no idea how stressed, how panicked her mind was.
"Hey! No fair!" Their laughter brought her back to the situation at hand just in time.
"What'd you think of Mr. Soreno's test Jaz?"
Taking a second to realize they were talking of the math test just last hour, she replied, "Whoever decided to mix the alphabet with math needs to be shot!"
Dinner that night went as well as could have been expected, absolute silence. With the exception of one syllable responses to their parent's inquiries, they made no sound other than those associated with eating, much less actually looking at each other. Neither removed their eyes from their food once. Though slightly concerned, Jaz's parents just chalked it up to "probably just another sibling fight," And let them be.
Jaz had already taken a quick shower and had crawled into her own bed, again with her multiple comforters. She could hear the shower still running, but she knew that Ema had already been in there longer than usual and it was bound to stop at any second.
She shivered, Why's that stupid heater still broken?
With that thought, the sound of the shower abruptly cut off, and she froze, not wanting to make more sound than that of her quickened heartbeat. Jaz anxiously listened to the sound of her sister approaching the door and placing her hand upon the doorknob. With only a slight pause between the "click" of the latch and the opening of the door, Ema quickly walked in, closed the door behind her and slid under her own covers.
Now alone in the room with her sister, Jaz held her breathe, waiting for whatever was to happen. Neither said a word, moved, nor so much as yawned. Both could tell that the other was wide awake, yet neither wanted to be the first to say anything. The only thing to be heard was a slight winter breeze outside their window.
Then, through the darkness, "Jaz?" Her heart sank. "Are you awake?" Knowing full well Jaz was awake, Ema continued. "Jaz, last night... I, I don't know what happened, but, but I-"
Jaz couldn't hold on any longer, "Ema, I'm so sorry, I don't know why I did it, it's just-"
"No, no, Jaz, I'm not mad, I'm, I'm just confused. I don't know what happened last night, I don't know what I felt, or why I felt it. I just wanna know, what happened last night?"
Jaz was taken aback, she didn't know how to answer her sister, she barely knew what happened that night.
"Jaz, I'm not mad at you, I just wanna know what happened last night..."
Jaz paused for a moment, then started, "I, I guess I'll start at the beginning..." And so she did. She told her of the first time in the bathroom, of later that night when Ema almost caught her, emphasizing slightly the part of how she made up having to go to the bathroom. And finally finishing with the prior night's fiasco.
"I don't really know what happens, I just know it feels really good..."
There was silence. Jaz could tell Ema was still awake, but she said nothing. Jaz was beginning to think Ema really had been angry with her.
"Th-thanks Jaz."
A sigh escaped Jaz's lips, "So you're not mad at me?"
"I already told you I wasn't," Ema chuckled nervously, "how could I be mad from feeling so good?"
Jaz relaxed slightly and, shivering, realized how cold it still was.
"Hey Jaz, now that we're all buddy-buddy again, get over here and warm me up!"
She couldn't have been happier to comply.
Jaz sat at the edge of her bed getting dressed from her shower. Her mind drifted to the previous night's discussion. Since, Ema had gone back to being her loveably-obnoxious self. I guess she really wasn't all that mad...
She stopped pulling up her panties and looked down. The conversation also brought to light, how much she didn't really know about what she had. She had never really inspected herself down there, it had always just been, "just another place to wash." Looking around at her empty room she thought to herself, *Ema's watching TV and Mom and Dad never really come here around shower-time, no better time to learn I guess.
Taking her panties all the way off, she propped her right leg up onto her bed, and shifted her left leg over to the left some, allowing an unobstructed view of herself. Looking down she viewed her crotch with a truly honest feeling of curiosity. Surrounding the area, her fur was very thin and short, still a little damp from the shower. Further away, it quickly transitioned into the normal light brown fur covering the rest of her body.
Taking her fingers, she gently spread her slit. She had to crane her head a little to see, but it wasn't too terrible a position. Between her slit, it was pink and completely hairless. In the center, she found the hole which she had discovered and explored earlier; it was tightly closed, and she wondered how she had fit her fingers in there.
Sliding her fingers upwards to try and expose more, her index finger brushed something that sent a shiver down her spine, it was so pleasurable, it almost felt like a sting. Upon further inspection, she found it to be a small nub, soft, yet firm.
"Whoops, sorry...."
Startled, Jaz immediately dropped her legs to the floor and looked up at her sister, who was now turning back towards the door. "No no, Ema, I'm not, it's not what you think!"
Ema, turned back, "Hmmm?"
"I was, I was just looking."
Smiling slightly, "For what?"
"Well, I was just looking at it, I never really looked there before..."
Ema tilted her head slightly and looked at her sister, sitting naked on the side of the bed. She took a step into the room and closed the door.
"What're you doing?"
Now advancing towards her sister, "Lemme see."
"What?!?"
"I said, 'Lemme see.'"
Startled, it took a second for Jaz to really respond. "Go look at yourself if you want to see!"
"But Jaz," she smiled, "You're already undressed, and we're twins remember, we're like exactly the same." She kneeled down in front of her sister and tried spreading her legs.
"C'mon Ema, stop." Jaz tried to close her legs, but Ema kept on prying them further apart. And she wasn't exactly trying her hardest, to be honest, it was a rather exhilarating thought, having your sisters head between her legs, looking, examining her most private of areas.
It wasn't long before Ema had her sister's legs wide open to her, and the resisting had stopped. Looking up with a smile, "Why thanks Jaz!"
"Humph..." *Might as well, I guess we are exactly the same anyways....
Jaz watched her sister place her snout just in front of her crotch and slide her hands up to her inner legs. It really was an exhilarating feeling. The light touch of her hands so close to her crotch. Her face was so close, she could feel the light warm breathe from her sister's nose gliding across her slit, it made her shiver.
"You smell like coconuts."
Jaz chuckled softly, "It's the shampoo." She tried to relax a bit, it wasn't like Ema was goin to hurt her. Hell, it felt good.
Ema moved her fingers closer and closer to her sister's crotch, all the while scrutinizing every hair on her sister's mound. She herself was truly interested in what laid between their legs, as she had just as little knowledge as Jaz.
Eventually, Ema's thumbs found their way to the edges of her sister's slit, and Jaz shivered, stopping Ema for a second. But only for a second before Ema pressed on, gently moving her thumbs across her sister, then finally spreading her open. Now holding her sister open, she took her index fingers and began rubbing lightly up, down, left, right, and any which way that suited her.
Jaz's breathing started to become erratic, feeling her excitement build within her as her sister explored her. "Mmmnnn, uuuunnnnn." she began to moan quietly, she couldn't help it, it just felt so good. The experience from touching yourself and having another do it, especially your own twin was so vastly different. When you do it, you already know which parts you're going to touch before you touch them. But to have another do it, changes everything. You have no idea how you're going to be stimulated, as Jaz is experiencing just now.
Suddenly, Jaz felt something different touch her and she looked down at the perpetrator. Ema's face was nearly buried in-between her legs, and she could see her sister's tongue was out, lightly flicking at her crotch.
"Wha- mmmn, wh- what are you d- doing?!?"
Ema stopped the assault on her sister and looked up. Jaz was flushed and panting. She smiled, "Well, ya know how you helped me out the other night, well I figured it would be in bad TASTE not to return the favor." Then without letting Jaz say a word, she dove back in, eliciting a new set of moans from her sister.
Jaz fell back onto the bed, all of the sensations were just too much. She could feel her sister's rough tongue exploring her, up and down the insides of her folds, grazing her hole then moving on. Then something happened, Ema went farther up than she had previously explored, and found her nub. It was an electrifying feeling, so intense and the response was instantaneous. She let out a small shriek and arched her back from just the one graze.
Ema stopped and smiled at her sister. "I think I just found what you were looking for Jaz." She took her thumb and lifted a small amount of skin that partially covered the small ball. It was less than a centimeter in diameter about the same size in depth. Gently, she placed her lips around it and put her tongue in direct contact with it. Jaz began gasping for air, and arched herself in such a way that the only points of contact with the bed were her elbows and head. When she came back down to the bed, Ema could feel Jaz's hands holding her head in place, almost pulling her in.
Ema could feel her face getting wetter and wetter by the moment. Pulling back a bit, she took a breathe and lapped out her tongue towards her sister's wetness. The taste surprised her for a moment; it was almost a sting, like licking a 9V battery. But after the initial shock wore off, she found it to be more of a tangy, or maybe a tart taste. Not like sucking on a raw lemon tangy, more like sourness from sweet and sour Skittles. But it had a different taste, a taste all its own.
Feeling Ema had taken enough time in deciding what she tasted like, Jaz pulled her back in. Ema repositioned her lips, and now, in addition to massaging Jaz's nub with her tongue, she began lightly sucking on it. And judging from her sister's reactions, it seemed to be the right thing to do.
Jaz couldn't believe how good she felt, not only in physical euphoria, but in her mind, it all just felt so "right."
Ema glanced at her sister's face. Her eyes were closed, a dumb smile on her face. In that moment, she realized just how much she loved her sister. How much she loved her being smart, how she was always so organized and perky. She couldn't wish anything more from any sister in the world.
Attending to the task at hand, she stopped sucking pulled away slightly, and kissed her sister's crotch. Taking the index finger from each hand she spread her sister's slit wide open revealing her hole to her, then dove in face-first. She slipped her fingers in a little deeper to give her tongue better room as she began dipping her tongue in and out of her hole. The roughness of her tongue gliding off of every surface inside her sister proved to be too much, as Jaz was sent over the edge. Jaz pulled her sister in harder, almost forcing her snout into her slit, while thrusting her hips at the ever persisting mouth. Ema could feel her sister's hole clamping down and releasing on her face, and began to go with the rhythm; forcing her tongue in with the compression, slipping it out on release. She could taste, and even feel a new round of wetness coming from her sister. Her sister's body had also risen in temperature, enhancing all of the senses in her face.
Slowly, the contractions stopped, and Jaz was left exhausted lying on her bed. Ema climbed up on top of her sister and licked her cheek. Jaz looked at her, chin hair matted and nearly dripping and smiled. Then quietly, "Thanks."
Ema collapsed next to her sister, "It was my pleasure," then cuddling closer to her sister and pulling up their sheets, "I'll just shower in the morning."
But Jaz was already asleep.
TO BE CONTINUED....