April Moore was a tall and attractive brown-haired girl with a slim figure, large, full breasts, and a shapely, round backside. She had never had too much problem getting a date, but that was not her concern as of late at all, having been completely consumed with her studies. She returned home from college somewhat weary, but excited to see her family. It had been a long time. Though living studying abroad had been a new and overwhelmingly positive experience for her, she still got homesick from time to time. This was compounded by the fact that she had not been home for the better part of three years. Life was just too busy, but she knew that now she'd have plenty of time for catching up. She hugged and kissed her mother and father, being almost herded into the family's living room, where she was asked all sorts of demanding questions about her experiences, the friends she had made, language barriers, exotic food, and every other sort of line of questioning imaginable. "Hi April!" Just then came a familiar voice from the kitchen, as April's sister Tiffany emerged. At least, April was pretty sure it was Tiffany. Three years is three years, and what a three years! When April had left, Tiffany was an awkward little twelve-year-old who was more interested in softball and software than boys. Now she was fifteen and looked like a sophisticated young woman. Gone were her dumpy shorts and t-shirts of before, she was currently clad in a pair of jeans that were low on her hips and a tight but tasteful shirt that revealed just how much developing she had really done. April could not help but be impressed. She had talked to Tiffany, sure, and seen pictures that suggested changes were afoot, but nothing like this. "Hi... hi Tiffany." Momentary shock gave way to delight at seeing her baby sister, and she gave Tiffany a big hug as well. "I missed you so much, you have no idea." Indeed, the amount that April and Tiffany missed each other would perhaps only become truly clear later. The family had a nice meal together, with more catching up, but the real interesting conversation started when April went upstairs to Tiffany's room to talk to her later that night. "I've really missed you," Tiffany said with a little smile, leaning back on her bed, almost seeming to arch her firm breasts upward as she glanced up at April. "I know, but I'm back now, so we can..." April started, completely innocently, though that was shattered when Tiffany leaned up and pressed her lips to April's in a fashion that was definitely not merely sisterly. "No, I mean, I've really, really missed you," Tiffany said softly. "Let me show you," she said, reaching up under April's shirt, her hands warm and soft, probing as they rubbed over the thin fabric of the bra that barely contained April's more than ample breasts. Her nipples almost reflexively became quite hard in response to Tiffany's sudden, aggressive touching, but the rest of her showed more restraint. "Tiffany, stop, what are you doing?" "I've grown up, April, and in that time, I've learned what I like... both what I like personally, and what I like as a woman, and I've wanted to show you both," Tiffany cooed in her ear, deftly pulling her shirt over her head, an act that actually met minimal resistance from April. Her bra soon followed, and before she knew it, Tiffany's hot mouth was on those aching, erect nipples of hers, sucking and licking greedily in between whispered statements of her desire. "It'll be good, you know it will... and you haven't stopped me yet..." April couldn't help but agree there, she hadn't stopped her, and the worst part was that she became more and more certain that she was not going to. Her pants were removed in due course, and her panties followed, offering her no more clothing to guard her body from Tiffany's lustful eyes and mouth, and of course her hands, as her fingers found their next destination. April did have a momentary urge to resist Tiffany's marauding fingers, but after she felt her moist lips being pushed open and Tiffany's thumb brushing purposefully over her hard little bud, she felt her resolve to resist melt away in the heat of the pleasure rising from between her legs. Just as the melting snow produces water that flows away, the melting of her resistance produced a flow of sweet, hot juice that started to flow in greater and greater quantities. This was not lost on Tiffany, who thrust deeper into April, manipulating her more forcefully with her thumb, causing the other girl's body to thrust and jump involuntarily. As Tiffany began to slide her fingers in and out of April's tight little hole, her hips started to gyrate up and down with the same rhythm as the thrusting fingers exploring her body from the inside out. The flow of juice increased until it was dripping out of April and coating Tiffany's fingers, each push of fingers deeper or flicking motion of a thumb causing a gasp and more nectar to spill from April's womanhood. Tiffany finally decided the sticky, glistening juice was too much of a temptation to resist any longer, and withdrew her fingers, tasting April's lust on them. She knew she had to have more, right from the source, so she dove in, sliding her long tongue up and down April's moist lips, enjoying the sweet taste of her love juices. April bucked and moaned with pleasure as Tiffany slurped loudly on April's lustful womanhood, and nearly screamed when Tiffany went straight for her hard bud, wrapping her supple lips around it and sucking it forcefully yet gently, using her lips and tongue to pleasure April from so many directions at once she felt like she was going to explode. Explode is finally what April did, the flow of juice turning into a gusher that poured out of her as Tiffany sucked on her as hard as she could, her hips thrusting and the strong muscles deep within her contracting and spasming violently with each torrent of hot nectar that flowed from her. Waves of pleasure tore through her body, making her bounce and shake with delight, incoherent screams flowing from her mouth just as luscious nectar flowed from her other lips. This was enough to produce the final change in April. She no longer cared that this girl was her sister, or even that it was another girl, her lust completely displaced any sense of morality or decency she may have had. She sat up abruptly, her hands almost clawing at Tiffany's tight shirt, pulling it away forcefully. There was no bra underneath, only soft skin, upon which April's lips immediately were set, suckling and licking at the pert fifteen-year-old breasts. Tiffany's nipples were soon erect, and April set upon them with the most eagerness of all, even digging her teeth into them a bit, prompting gasps and squeals from Tiffany, but no protests. Her hands then descended with her mouth, kissing Tiffany's flat stomach as her hands pulled her sister's pants off just as forcefully as her shirt, not even bothering to remove her panties as she dove in, tasting Tiffany through the thin and rapidly moistening fabric. She started to suck on the engorged lips of Tiffany's womanhood through her panties, prompting Tiffany to start grinding against her face. The harder she sucked, the harder Tiffany pushed against her face, her grinding growing more rapid and insistent until, overcome with lust, she reached down and tore her panties off, flinging them away and pressing her bare, soaked lips to April's face. If she was eager before, she was now a woman possessed, her lips kissing Tiffany's other lips, drinking in her nectar and sucking forcefully on her hard, swollen bud. Tiffany's grinding against her face only inspired her to suck and lick faster, pushing her tongue deep into Tiffany and then withdrawing it coated with her sweet, tangy taste. April loved the taste of her little sister's sweet nectar, and drank it all as fast as the other girl could produce it. Tiffany's moaning grew louder and her gasps became more urgent as April continued to work on her savagely, until she finally exploded much like April did, her nectar spilling from her as her body bucked and thrashed, practically screaming in an explosion of pleasure. When it was over, April curled up next to Tiffany, whispering in her ear, "I missed you too."