Softening My Sister

The sisters haven't seen each other in months. Now the rest of the house is empty for the weekend and Nikki makes straight for India's bedroom. She stretches across the big bed, remembering the nights they spent tangled together, skin against skin. India's hands wandering wherever they liked, never in a rush. When India finds her there, the air thickens. Nikki rolls onto her back and India starts working her shoulders like she used to, slow, deliberate presses that promise more. Soon Nikki is breathing heavier, hips shifting toward each new touch. India pushes the robe aside completely and their mouths meet before either one decides to speak. Nikki's thighs part and India's fingers slip lower, stroking the soft skin that's already wet. She slides two fingers in and works them deep while her thumb finds Nikki's clit. Nikki grabs the sheets, heels digging in, whispering her sister's name as the rhythm quickens. India leans down to suck each tight nipple, then moves lower, spreading Nikki wider with both hands so she can press her tongue exactly where Nikki needs it most. Nikki comes fast, sharp cries muffled against the pillow, legs trembling. India doesn't stop. She eases up, gentle licks letting Nikki catch her breath, then starts again, coaxing another softer orgasm until Nikki is pulling her up, kissing her own taste from India's mouth, ready to return the favor.