Applesauce (NSFW)

> The summertime heat was getting the best of everyone, especially Lemy and Lupa; they were zoned out on the couch with jack shit to do, watching some shit show on TV.
> Lemy was slowly melting as Lupa was enjoying a cup of cool refreshing applesauce.
> The LAST cup, much to Lemy’s disappointment.
> “You know I DID call dibs on that cup.”
> “Well I wasn’t there when you did, so I have plausible deniability.”
> “The hell does that mean?”
> “’Means I don't give two shits what you call dibs on.” She said as she took another spoonful of mashed apple goo, licking her lips to tease him.
> She had been real snippy with him today, but the boy was used to it by this point. As if he didn’t have enough issues with the heat… that, and the VERY revealing top she was wearing, her sweat dripping down her midriff.
> Lemy crossed his legs and tried to focus on whatever they were watching.
> Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a spoonful of applesauce inches from his face.
> “You want some?” Lupa offered with what LOOKED like a genuine smile, but Lemy could smell the bullshit already. Still, he was hungry for the applesauce so he tried to take the spoon only for Lupa to pull back…
> …And drip the apple paste right onto her bellybutton.
> “Whoopsie-doodle, I spilled it.” She teased. Lemy just groaned and leaned back into his seat. “Well? Don’t you want it?” Lemy looked over to Lupa who was now splayed out a little to show more of her stomach, her top moving just a bit to show some under-boobage. Her inviting eyes were giving him the go-ahead.
> Hesitantly, Lemy slid down a little so he was on stomach, thankfully hiding the pitched tent in his jeans. He scooted over to Lupa until his head was hovering over her stomach, the cool applesauce waiting to be lapped off her midriff.
> Lemy looked to Lupa for one last sign of consent, receiving a mischievous smirk in response. She was totally messing with him… still, he might as well make the most of it.
> Lemy dragged his tongue across his sister’s skin, just a couple inches off from the applesauce, catching some beads of sweat along the way. The salty taste mixed well with the sweet applesauce.
> The boy couldn’t see her face from this angle, but he could swear Lupa was shaking a little.
> Lupa tried to hold back a breath as her little metalhead brother worked his tongue across her stomach, watching as he made another sweep to wipe her clean of any missed spots.
> She was fairly certain that he had gotten it all.... yet he kept licking, circling his mouth around her bellybutton. Lupa bit her lip to not give him the satisfaction of hearing her gasp when he flicked the rim of it with his very prolific tongue.
> But he noticed it it, and the view of her shuddering a bit more with each lick was a nice bonus to this bit of humiliation. With his job done, Lemy slowly pulled his tongue away from her skin, making a nice little thread of spit with it.
> “Thanks Lu’, very refreshing.” Lemy was about to get back to his spot before Lupa put a hand on his cheek, twisting his head toward her face. Her darkened eyes looked down at him as she leaned in.
> “You got some on your face.” She said, but he didn’t FEEL any on his face. “Don’t worry, I got it.” Lupa licked his face a little running her soft lips across his.
> Lemy wasn’t much for foreplay, so he pressed his mouth against hers. Their tongues now danced around one another as they took in each other’s small moans of pleasure.
> Her mouth still tasted like applesauce.
> She pushed him back a little, breaking the kiss much to Lemy’s disappointment… until she picked up the cup of applesauce again.
> Lupa pulled down her top to show off budding breasts. She gave him a toothy grin as she slowly dripped what was left of the cup onto her breasts.
> “Whoopsie, I spilled some more.” She heaved her chest a little, the sauce dripping down and around her waist. “You mind helping me clean it up?”
> Lemy stared bug-eyed at the sight before him, all of his blood leaving his head and rushing straight to his OTHER head.
> “I got it.” He managed to blurt out before they made a mess of the couch.