Barley's Bar Hop

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Rarity set her pencil down and pushed her things up on the desk, raising her arms in the air to stretch.

“Hmng… ooh, it’s late.”

She glanced over at the glass sitting on her desk with just a spot of red resting at the bottom. Rarity licked her lips and picked it up, taking a moment to sniff the thick earthy scent before tipping it back for the last drop.

“Bleh… warm.” Rarity smacked her lips and set the glass back down with a shrug. “I wonder if Sweetie is in bed yet? Hmm…” Rarity rubbed her hands over her face, running her fingers up into her hair. “Oh, I should really do her laundry before bed or it’s going to bother me tomorrow.”

Rarity stood up slowly and walked down the hall, approaching Sweetie’s bedroom. She prepared to knock but paused, hearing the girl moving around inside so she just let herself in.

“Coming in.”

Rarity smiled to see her sister walking up to her hamper and drop in a wadded up pair of panties. She idly glanced at the shape of her tiny hips in her short nightgown and her scrawny little thighs that stuck out beneath. Rarity was almost jealous of how unbelievably adorable her sister was, truly a perfect little specimen of femininity.

“Hey, Rarity.” Sweetie chirped back with her girlish little smile, smoothing out her gown. “What are you doing?”

“Just picking up your laundry, dear.” Rarity walked across the room, noticing an oddly familiar scent in the air but didn’t think about it. She picked up the hamper and glanced over to the girl’s bed and seeing how ruffled up her bedsheets were. “Now don’t play around too much, Sweetie. It’s about time for bed. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good night, Sweetie.” Rarity sing-songed, moving the hamper under one arm and leaning down, puckering her lips like a duck.

“Night!” Sweetie ran up to her and barely brushed her lips for a smooch before plodding back to her bed.

Rarity smiled and quickly left the room without another word, walking tiredly through the house until she entered the laundry room. Rarity set down the laundry and began picking through it, tossing each piece gently into the washing machine. That same scent from Sweetie’s room seemed to have lingered with her and Rarity’s nose twitched as she picked up a pair of Sweetie’s panties. She held them up in her hand, her eyes growing wide as the scent became much more apparent.

“No…”

Rarity hesitantly lifted the panties under her nose and sniffed, recognising the scent immediately. She’d left her sheets smelling this way plenty of time after a lively masturbation session and the implication made her shudder. Sweetie might technically be an adult but she had about the emotional-maturity of a ten-year-old and her sexuality was non-existent. She’d thought, anyway. Rarity certainly wouldn’t have expected the girl was getting herself off and yet there was no mistaking what she smelled.

Rarity looked the panties over, checking inside the crotch of them, surprised to realise how wet they still were. They were still warm to the touch, so it must have been the pair Sweetie had just changed out of, meaning she’d just finished cumming when Rarity had entered her room.

Rarity imagined Sweetie rubbing herself over her panties, the face of her virginal little sister being overcome with pleasure as she came in her panties. Rarity had of course seen Sweetie in the nude plenty of times, she’d seen the little girl’s crotch in passing, she’d never thought about it. But she looked down at the slicked crotch of the panties and couldn’t help but think of it. Sweetie’s unused, pink little slit that Rarity had seen as perfectly innocent had actually experienced the pleasure of orgasm and leaked this cum into her panties.

Rarity was overcome with some new feelings she didn’t quite understand and a strange sort of curiosity about her little sister. She, of course, was more than familiar with masturbation and loved to do it, and the thought that her kiddish younger sister had experienced that same raw pleasure that she had tickled something in Rarity. Rarity was also experienced with other women and had tasted a girl’s cum many times before and she couldn’t deny that she wanted to know the taste of such an innocent and pristine looking slit’s juices.

Rarity held the panties back up to her nose and inhaled the scent deeply, keeping an image of her sweet little Sweetie Belle in her mind as she sniffed it. The unique scent of her pussy tickled something in her brain and her tongue lolled out as she sighed a hot breath. Absentmindedly, she licked the crotch of the panties and a shiver ran up her spine. Just yesterday, the notion of her sister masturbating would’ve made her grimace, and yet she’d just tasted her sister’s own cum from her panties. And Rarity loved it. It was so different from her own muskier flavour but it was still undoubtedly pussy with a unique character of its own.

Just picturing the pussy that it came out of made Rarity tingle. So sleek and delicate and purely feminine. It was a specific shade of soft youthful pink unique to a narrow window of a young maiden’s life, and her Sweetie had remained a perfect little maiden.

Rarity lifted the front of her skirt, pinning it against her navel with her wrist so she could rub herself over her own panties. She shoved Sweetie’s panties against her face, tonguing their wet crotch as she stroked herself. The taste and smell of Sweetie’s fresh orgasm filled Rarity’s senses and she got a little lost in it.

The fabric of Rarity’s panties tickled her clit as she dug her finger into it. She was getting close to cumming and fast. Her hips wriggled, making her skirt swish back and forth. She was having trouble staying still and she shakily pressed her thighs together as she sat on the edge of orgasm.

Rarity’s squeal was muffled by Sweetie’s panties as she hit her peak. She stopped stroking her clit, simply holding down on it. She pressed her hips forward, stretching her legs as pleasure arced up them. Her eyelashes fluttered dazedly as she was overcome by the sweet contractions between her legs. She could feel the growing wet spot in her panties as she dribbled girl-cum.

After a minute, she pulled the panties from her mouth, realising that she’d licked away any remnants of Sweetie’s orgasm. All she was left with was a pair of panties soaked in her own saliva. She stared at the spent panties, softly panting and still pressing her clit as it was reduced from a throb to a light twitch. Her spine continued to tingle for several seconds after her other sensations had faded. She giggled from how light her body felt in the afterglow.

She was so curious if it was like this for Sweetie. How did an innocent girl like her sister handle this raw pleasure? Were her contractions this strong or did it last as long? She wasn’t sure if the face Sweetie would make would be cute or arousing.

Rarity sighed and she reluctantly tossed the panties into the washer, resuming loading the washer. She could easily go a second time but the panties were useless now. She’d have to get a new source of her sister’s scent.

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