Sisterly Love Part 1
WARNING: The following story contains cub, if this does 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 and or physical capacities following such actions. You have been warned.
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Jaz drug her feet across the pavement, looking down at her loose left shoelace and sniffled. Man, Mom's gonna' be so mad when she sees the grade I got on that test... I've NEVER gotten lower than a B, how could I get a D!?!
"Hey Jaz!" She turned her head to look back at who called her name.
"Hey, how'd ya' do on that math test huh?" It was her longtime friend, Tara.
"Ugh," anger flooded her, "I sucked. I got a D! I... I've never gotten a D before!!!" Jaz broke down, "What am I going to tell Mom and Dad? They've never seen me get a D before! What am I going to tell them!?!"
Tara looked at her friend in front of her. Jaz was nearly in tears, and she was right. They'd known each other since kindergarten, and Jaz, to her knowledge, hadn't ever gotten such a low grade before, on ANYTHING. "I'm sure it'll be fine, it was probably just a few stupid mistakes. Just a one time thing, they'll understand," and she smiled at her despondent friend.
It was true, all of the mistakes were just small, stupid mistakes, and it WAS her first test with negative numbers included into the mix. She just forgot to count her negatives a few times.
"Hey, your shoelace is untied." Tara pointed at Jaz's left shoe which, in fact, had become untied.
"Oh, thanks..." Jaz bent down and began tying her shoe. "Why don't you just go on, I'll talk to you later, K'?"
Though feeling bad about leaving her friend wallowing in sadness at what she believed her fate soon to be, Tara just couldn't wait to tell her parents about the 100% she just got on her test. "Alright then, I'll see you over the week-end maybe?"
"Sure, if my parents don't kill me first..."
And with that, Tara, gave one more reassuring smile, and ran off towards her home.
All too soon, Jaz saw her tan, two-story house come into view, dread and sadness rushing into her. She definitely didn't want to walk in that door anytime soon, but if she trudged on any slower, she thought she may attract attention to herself.
As she stood in front of the door, key in hand, the house seemed to loom in front of her. It's once sweet and welcoming feeling, gave way to foreboding and nigh upon threatening.
Suddenly, the door swung open.
"Honey! How was your day?" Jaz's mother, her largest threat at the moment, now stood directly in front of her.
"Uh, Ugh," she stammered, "I hafta' go to the bathroom!" and rushed by her mother, bee-lining it towards her bathroom, nearly knocking over her sister, Ema who always made it her mission to be home AFTER Jaz.
Safe in the bathroom, Jaz locked the door, dropped her pants, and sat on the toilet whimpering. Oh god oh god oh god, what am I going to do? What am I going to tell them? Jaz put her head on her hands and began to silently cry. I've always been great with school, what're they gonna' think when they see this...
There was rapping at the door, "Hey Jaz, finish up in there quick huh, I gotta' take a piss."
This brought a smile to her face. Ahh Ema, always so tactful.
Though not as refined as Jaz, her twin was definitely not dumb, and it was a sad day for anyone to ever assume that by her outward demeanor. Everyone knew Ema could be a straight A student, but she was just as content with earning average grades.
Though she had not gone to the bathroom, Jaz instinctively reached for a piece of toilet paper to wipe herself with. As it passed between her legs, she felt strange.... Good. She did it again, even better. Soon, though she didn't know why, she was purring. It just felt so good to do this.
"Hey sis, didja' hear me? I gotta' PEE!"
Roughly brought back to reality, Jaz threw the now wet piece of toilet paper into the toilet and flushed it. Wet? Huh, must've gone to the bathroom and not noticed...
Washing her hands, the thought of the test was immediately thrown front and center into her mind, and she moaned as she opened the door to see her sister nearly dancing in need of relief.
_ Time to bite the bullet....._
Lying in bed that night, Jaz reflected on the day. Tara HAD been right, her Mom and Dad, understood it was just a fluke, and the mistakes she made in forgetting her signs would never be made again. Though she was still grounded from all electronics for the weekend, Jaz felt it was still a good outcome compared to what she believed was going to happen.
The muted *SHHHHHHHHHHH*of the shower told Jaz that Ema was STILL washing up. She always did take such long showers. In her defense, I did kind of take a while in the bathroom earlier...
_ THE BATHROOM, THE FEELING._
Suddenly, the memory of wiping herself earlier rushed back to her. She felt incredibly inclined to try it again.
_ Ahhh, wait.... Darn it, I don't have any toilet paper, and Ema's hogging the bathroom...._ She looked down at her hands. I guess I could try it with-OUT the toilet paper... I just showered, I'm clean anyways...
With that, Jaz slowly pushed her hand under the covers and felt her clean mound, not because she shaved it, it's just the twelve year old hadn't grow hair there yet.
She felt around that area, not yet daring to go between her legs, she had never really explored that part of her before, and in that, she was cautious. No one ever really talked about that part of the body; it was usually a no-no zone. But she had made up her mind, she was GOING to try and reenact earlier that day in the bathroom. And besides, it felt so good already, how could this be bad?
Slowly, with her right palm on her mound, index and ring fingers resting tensely on their respective legs, she pushed her middle finger between her legs and touched "that place." Instantly, pleasure flooded her body, she had never felt so good before and began to purr, tail flicking.
Feeling around her small, immature slit, she immediately found a hole she had never noticed before, just below her pee hole. Touching this brought more intense pleasure to her entire body. As she continued touching, the hole seemed to be getting wetter and wetter. Wet? Maybe this was what was on my toilet paper earlier...
It was partly covered by a piece of thin skin, but through force of will and the slippery wetness coming out, she thought that it might be able to stretch to accommodate her finger. Now, very audibly purring, Jaz spread her legs beneath the sheets and readied herself.
Placing her left middle finger and index finger on each side of her slit, she spread it. Then after soaking her right middle finger in the slippery liquid, she placed her finger on the opening. It'll fit, oh god it feels so good.... It HAS to fit.
Relaxing her lower body, she pushed suddenly down with her finger as hard as she could, and the finger slid into the hole. A small gasp left her lips as she felt inside of herself for the first time. Nothing she had ever felt had felt so good.
Slowly, she retracted her finger about halfway, then reinserted it. Once, twice, three times. Quickly, she got into a rhythm. In, out, in out, in out. Her pleasure began to build with each repetition. With building pleasure, so too did the tempo of her thrusting. Eyes shut tight, now mewing, her speed increased, she found herself going a little bit deeper, it was a little easier going in each time.
The pleasure emanating from her core seemed to be all overpowering. Suddenly, she lost control of her body. Her legs clamped shut on her hand, and her slit on her finger. She could feel deep down, everything was pulsing, throughout her very core,
absolute pleasure,
coming in waves,
racking her body...
Slowly, the trembling ceased and she regained her senses. Though she could have moved her hand, she didn't. No, not yet.
Drearily, she opened her eyes and looked up at the face of her sister looking down.
"What are you doing!?!"
TO BE CONTINUED.....