Before I could respond, April gently removed the towel covering my breasts. I tensed, looking down to see my nipples were already so hard, begging for attention, betraying my efforts of stoicism. She smoothed gentle hands across them, and this time I did moan, just a little one, unavoidable and undeniable.

“Does that feel good?” April asked, her accent and tone once again sending a shiver through me. I was afraid to answer, worried my voice would betray me further, and so I nodded gently, my lips tightly pressed together. April continued her work, each slow pass across my upper body feeling like an electrifying caress.

I was still trying to stay quiet, to keep everything calm and casual, but then her hands moved lower, fingers tracing circles over my thighs, inching closer to the places that were begging for attention. I felt my body tense once more, my breathing quickening despite myself.

April paused, looking up at me over her own ample breasts, her gaze softer now, searching. “It’s all right, Sarah,” she murmured, her hand resting lightly on my thigh. “It’s part of the process.” Her voice was gentle, almost soothing, as though she sensed my hesitation.

I bit my lip, looking at her with wide eyes. “April, I’m…this is…I don’t know…”

She gave a small, almost playful smile, leaning forward as her hands pressed deeper into my thighs, her fingers brushing dangerously close to my center. “You deserve to feel good. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

My heart raced as she moved a hand to cup my cheek, her thumb grazing my jawline, her other hand resting just above my knee. Her touch was soft, almost tentative, and before I knew it, I found myself leaning into her hand, feeling the warmth of her fingers against my skin. She took that as encouragement, leaning in closer until our faces were only inches apart.

“Do you want me to stop?” she whispered, her voice a little breathy.

I shook my head without thinking, feeling my body relax under her touch, her hand back on my inner thigh now. “No,” I murmured, barely able to get the word out.

April’s eyes softened as she leaned down, brushing her lips over mine in a kiss so gentle it almost felt like a dream. At the same moment, her oiled fingers gently caressed my clitoris, and the double sensation of it was heaven.

I let out a soft moan, my body instinctively arching toward her, needing more, and she responded by pressing kisses along my neck, her warm breath sending goosebumps over my skin. Her hands caressed my pussy once more, just lightly, just enough to leave me begging for more.

And I wanted more.

“Just let yourself go,” she whispered, her voice thick with need as her fingers began moving in gentle, teasing circles. My hips rocked up against her hand, each motion making me ache for more. I closed my eyes, giving myself over to the rhythm of her touch, feeling pleasure course through me in waves.

Then she shifted, moving away from the bed, all sensation ripped from me, leaving me bereft of it, desperate and yearning. I would have done anything to get it back, and judging by the look in April’s eyes, she knew it.

“What are you doing?” I asked, hearing the neediness in my own voice. Ashamed, but too horny to care.

April smiled in the same reassuring and friendly way as she had done 45 minutes ago at my front door. “I am removing my underwear.”

She straightened her skirt and held up a fine lace thong, black and tiny and wet.

“W-why?” I asked.

“Because I want you to taste me when you cum.”

“But–fuck, wow.” I lost my words under the sensation of her touch once more, her fingers quickly finding my favorite spot, only now she was kneeling on the edge of the bed above me, lowering herself, her warmth and scent filling my senses. I closed my eyes, her taste sweet and intoxicating. I had never been with a woman before, but my tongue moved eagerly across her as her fingers worked my pussy.

With each passing moment, our movements grew more frantic, more desperate, April gyrating on my face and my hips bucking against her fingers. My breaths came in ragged gasps as April’s fingers teased and stroked me, guiding me toward a release I hadn’t realized I needed so much.

When I felt myself reaching the edge, my back arched, my body surrendering, overwhelming and all-consuming, all fear and awkwardness evaporating. April let out a deep, shuddering moan at the same time, her body trembling above me, her pussy trembling and twitching as she came on my tongue, my own body responding with another wave of pleasure, the knowledge I was tasting my sister-in-law’s pussy amplifying my orgasm.

Finally, she rolled off me, laughing softly. She leaned in and kissed me again, this time forcefully, her tongue searching my mouth, taking me by surprise. She stood up and smiled. “Interesting!”

“What?” I asked, still out of breath.

“My pussy tastes great.”

I stared at her in disbelief for a moment and then burst out laughing. “Fuck. We really shouldn't have done that.”

April shrugged. “C'est comme ça!”

I chuckled, having absolutely no idea what she meant but feeling a little shy now that the heat of the moment had passed. “Another cup of tea before I go?” she asked. “I don’t think you finished telling me about your holiday.”

“S-sure,” I stammered. I looked down at my body, flushed red from my orgasm and still covered in oil. “I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Perfect,” April said, booping me on the nose playfully and leaving the room as if nothing had happened, only this time, I watched her perfect ass sway as she walked with a renewed interest. I smiled again to myself, not understanding what it all meant but not caring, the smell of the oil still lingering in the room.

I think it was at that moment I realized the truth; I had the best sister-in-law in the world.