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Wake Up, Buttercup	By : Lennox Category: +M through R > PowerPuff Girls Views: 2826 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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- 1-Wake Up, Buttercup
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      “And the Nobel Prize winner is….”
Blossom held her breath. She watched backstage from behind the curtains as the presenter opened the envelope. Bubbles and Buttercup stood beside her. The girls clutched their sister’s hands as they anxiously awaited the announcement. Every second felt like it lasted a minute and the presenter on stage seemed to remove the card agonizingly slowly.
      “…Blossom Untonium!”
The three girls cheered and flew out onto the stage. They landed gracefully in front of the podium as the presenter held out a small trophy. Long streamers and confetti began to rain down from above the stage. The auditorium lights danced across the room as celebratory music rang through the speakers. Blossom took her trophy in her hands and raised it high above her head. The crowd before the stage gave her a standing ovation as they cheered and clapped, and her two sisters wrapped their arms around her in a celebratory hug.
      “Oh, Blossom, this is so exciting,” a giddy Bubbles almost squealed. She could barely contain herself.
      “I always knew that nerd brain would be good for something,” Buttercup joked.
      “Thanks, girls,” Blossom said. She kissed both her sisters on her cheeks and looked down at the trophy in her hands. “I couldn’t have got this without you.”
      “Speaking of doing things with us.…” Buttercup said. She moved her hand down Blossom’s chest and reached underneath her dress. “How about we start the afterparty?” Blossom froze as Buttercup pressed her hand against her panty-clad crotch. The Powerpuff girl slowly began moving her arm back and forth, rubbing over her sister’s cloth-covered mound.
      “Buttercup… wait… not now….” Blossom gasped. The stage felt like it was moving beneath her feet. Blossom felt herself being gently rocked back and forth as Buttercup rubbed her.
      “Just go with it, sis,” Buttercup whispered into her ear. She gave Blossom a soft and sensual kiss on her cheek, then another, then another. Buttercup kissed her way down to Blossom’s neck while Blossom could do nothing but stare at the crowded theatre before her. Gone was the sound of claps and cheers; now, all she could hear were the soft whispers and murmurs of the surprised audience. Blossom felt her blood rushing to her cheeks in embarrassment. The sensual touch of her sisters was always enough to trigger her arousal, yet standing before the crowd did nothing to hinder it. Blossom’s knees started trembling the more Buttercup rubbed.
      “What do you say I slip these off, huh?” she whispered into Blossom’s ear. “I’ll make sure they don’t see anything.”
Blossom found herself speechless. She felt frozen with humiliation. She wanted nothing more than to jump and fly out through the roof, yet she felt as if her trembling feet were stuck to the stage. Blossom looked down at her hands and noticed her trophy had vanished. The prize for her hard work had disappeared from her grasp, and the presenter was suddenly nowhere to be seen.
      “Blossom, Blossom,” she heard Bubbles whisper in her ear.
      “What?” Blossom asked. She turned her head to her blonde-haired sister. But instead of answering, Bubbles whispered her name again.
      “Blossom,” she quietly called while rubbing her sister’s shoulder.
      “What?” Blossom moaned. Buttercup was still fumbling between her legs, almost as if she was struggling to get inside of them.
      “Blossom,” Bubbles called again. This time slightly louder.
      “Bubbles, what is it? Blossom was getting annoyed. “Buttercup, for Pete’s sake, just stop!”
      “Blossom!”
Blossom’s eyes flickered open. Bubbles sat on the bed beside her, shaking her shoulder. She closed her eyes again and tried to block out the harsh morning light shining through the windows.
       “Bubbles…” she muttered. “What is it?” She opened her eyes just barely enough to make out the outline of her sister and saw her pointing toward the other side of the bed.
       “She’s at it again,” sighed Bubbles.
Blossom looked over. Buttercup was still fast asleep on her opposite side. She was laying on her front, her head twisted to the side on her pillow, with her ass raised slightly and forming a small bump in the covers, as she was gently humping her hand in her sleep. Each jolt of her hips caused the bed to shudder and softly rock beneath them.
       “Oh, lord,” Blossom sighed. She lifted her hands to her head for just a brief moment but paused when she felt something between her legs.
       “Damnit,” she muttered. Blossom already knew what it was. Her gaze fixed on the ceiling, she gripped the bed covers in her hand and pulled them down. Sure enough, Buttercup’s hand was resting between her legs and rubbing herself through her nightgown, the final element of her dream. Blossom didn’t know if she was more annoyed that her sister was invading her dreams and groping her in her sleep, or that she hadn’t won a Nobel Prize.
       “That’s not even how the ceremony plays out,” Blossom muttered to herself. “I’m supposed to get a medal, not a trophy.”
Blossom closed her eyes. She sighed. This was not the first time she had awoken to Buttercup groping her. Blossom usually enjoyed such attention from the horny green Powerpuff, even welcomed it. But not in the morning. Not when it disturbed her sleep. Blossom lifted herself off the bed. Her eyes opened as she felt Buttercup’s arm slide off her leg. The girl stirred, but she didn’t wake.
       “Hey,” she said as she lowered herself back onto the bed, standing on the mattress above her sleeping sibling. “Wake up, Buttercup.”
Buttercup stirred and slowly opened her eyes. A loud groan of annoyance escaped her lips. She could feel the mattress beside her depressing under Blossom’s feet, creating a small and uncomfortable downward slant beneath her hips. Buttercup rolled over and begrudgingly sat up. Her hair was a mess from being sandwiched against her pillow, and she rubbed her head as the covers fell off her naked body.
       “Wha…?” she muttered. Buttercup squinted up at Blossom. “Why’d you wake me? I was having a wonderful dream.”
       “Yeah,” Blossom said. “Mine!” She pulled back the covers to expose her sister’s crotch.
       “What do you mean, ‘yours’?” Buttercup yawned. Blossom knelt on the bed and gently swiped her hand over Buttercup’s damp slit. She held it out in front of her sleepy sister to show off her glistening moisture.
       “You were in my dream. You were rubbing me on stage, and then I woke up and found you were rubbing me in your sleep.”
       “On stage?” Buttercup asked. “I wasn’t sharing your dream, Blossom. I was having one of my own. Now, if you don’t mind.…” She dipped her hand to her crotch and started rubbing her soaked and swollen pussy lips. “I’m barely awake, but I’m already on the edge. You wanna help me get off?” Blossom scoffed and rolled her eyes.
       “Unbelievable,” she muttered. She stood up and floated off the bed. “I’m going to take a shower before breakfast. Ask Bubbles to help you out.” Blossom didn’t look back, nor did she wait for Bubbles’ response. She floated through the bedroom door and out into the hallway. Buttercup turned to Bubbles as soon as their sister had left the room.
       “You’ll help me out, right, Bubbles?”
       “Um… I don’t know,” Bubbles began. “We really should be getting ready for school.”
       “We got plenty of time,” Buttercup insisted without even looking at the clock. She pivoted on the bed and turned toward her sister, spreading her legs and displaying her soaked slit. “Come on, Bubbles, please? I’m desperate for a good fisting, and your soft little hands are just so good for pounding my baby-box. I’m drenched here! I’ll be soaking the sheets in my girl-juices if I don’t get off.”
       “Okay, okay,” Bubbles sighed. “I’ll help you.”
       “Oh my god. Thank you so much,” Bubbles’ words were music to Buttercup’s ears. The blonde Powerpuff dropped to her knees between Buttercup’s legs. Settling onto one hand, she gently pressed her fingers against Buttercup’s slit.
       “Geez, Buttercup. You were right. You’re soaked down here.”
       “Told you,” Buttercup smiled. She watched intently at Bubbles’ fingers as they stroked her slit and gasped lightly as her sister eased them inside her.
       “Must have been a wild dream,” Bubbles said.
       “I don’t really remember,” Buttercup hissed, Bubbles’ fingers sinking deeper to their knuckles. “But I’m certain it wasn’t Blossom’s.”
Buttercup bit her lip. Bubbles’ fingers had vanished between her slit and had entered her body. Already Buttercup was feeling the incredible stretching of her small hole around Bubbles’ hand. It was an intense sensation as the widest part of her fist was lodged in the trembling grip of her pussy lips, struggling to overcome a final hint of resistance.
       “What’s wrong, Buttercup?” Bubbles teased. “I thought you were soaked.” Buttercup said nothing. Instead, her hands flew to Bubbles’ wrist and locked her arm within her grasp. Her breaths were short and fast as she tried to focus. Buttercup slowly began pulling on Bubbles’ wrist, urging her to push just a little bit more. Buttercup glanced up at her sister. Bubbles said nothing, but the grin on her face told her that she was deliberately teasing. She was holding the widest part of her fist at Buttercup’s entrance, keeping that intense stretching feeling at Buttercup’s crotch.
       “Bitch,” Buttercup grinned. She gave Bubbles’ wrist a gentle tug to push her knuckles inside her.
       “Slut,” Bubbles smiled. She leaned forward and kissed her sister deeply. Her tongue slipped into Buttercup’s mouth as their lips made contact, and Bubbles allowed her hand to ease deeper inside of her. Buttercup wrapped her arm around Bubbles’ head to hold their kiss. With their lips locked, Buttercup’s short and shallow breaths rushed through her nose, and Bubbles slowly curled her hand inside her to form a fist. She began to push and timed the short thrusts of her arm to match her sister’s breathing.
A flash of dull pain surged through Buttercup as she bucked her hips. She felt her breath rush from her lungs as if she had been punched in the stomach. Their kiss broke, and the girls looked down. They stared at Buttercup’s impossibly stretched cunt. Her pussy lips were wrapped in a loving embrace around Bubbles’ embedded wrist.
       “Oh… fuck…” Buttercup gasped. She was propped up on her elbows, and she let her head fall backward over her shoulders. A fist-shaped bulge in her stomach revealed just how deep Bubbles truly was. The blonde Powerpuff had to support her arm by digging her elbow into the mattress.
       “I think she likes it.…” Bubbles grinned. Buttercup breathlessly nodded. She squirmed and gently rolled her hips in a circular motion, and her lips swelled as Bubbles gently pulled back. Her skin was slick with Buttercup’s lustful moisture. It dragged and left trails along her wrist as it was gently pulled from her depths.
       “Ffffucck… Bubbles,” Buttercup groaned.
Slowly and carefully, but without warning, Bubbles slid her hand back inside Buttercup’s straining hole. She turned her fist to the right and the left, rotating it back and forth inside of her as she gracefully began fucking her with her arm. Bubbles eased in and out, twisted left and right, all while drawing sighs and moans of passion and lust from Buttercup’s mouth. The bed gave off gentle creaks beneath them as Buttercup began bucking her hips. She let her arms collapse and dropped back onto the bed. Her feet slid across the sheets as she bent and lifted her knees, creating a small valley for Bubbles between her angled legs. Bubbles began thrusting her fist harder and faster. She twisted her buried fist and worked her arm like a piston in and out of her sister’s pussy. She had built a smooth and steady rhythm, but it was one that would not last for much longer.
       “Bubbles…” Buttercup groaned. Her legs were trembling and shaking beside Bubbles’ head. They collapsed and began kicking along the sheets. She lifted her arms behind her head to grip her pillow; Bubbles knew she was close.
       “Fuck, I’m going to cum. That’s it, I’m there…” she said breathlessly. Bubbles gently withdrew her fist from her Buttercup’s cunt, and the first squirt of her climax splashed against her skin. Bubbles quickly dove her face in between Buttercup’s legs as she came. Her lips became drenched in her juices as she squirted against her mouth. Buttercup’s hand flew to the back of Bubbles’ head, holding her against her crotch as she humped her face through her climax. Bubbles pushed her tongue into the hole that was her pussy, licking and eating her sister out as she came in her mouth. Squirt after squirt of Buttercup-flavored girl-juices splashed into the roof of Bubbles’ mouth. Her orgasm drenched her tongue and pooled in the back of Bubbles’ throat. Her body became rigid on the bed before finally relaxing and falling limp. The final squirt splashed onto Bubbles’ lips as she pulled away. Almost immediately, Buttercup sat up and gripped Bubbles by the collar of her nightgown. She pulled her sister up into another sudden kiss. Buttercup’s tongue went into Bubble’s mouth before their lips joined as she hungrily made out with her to taste her climax.
       “Thank you,” Buttercup whispered into her mouth. Bubbles wrapped her arms around Buttercup and pulled her down onto the bed atop her. Their tongues explored each other’s mouths as Bubbles shared the orgasmic taste with its owner while their hands roamed each other’s bodies. Buttercup was able to dig her arms underneath Bubbles’s nightgown. She lifted it to her neck, their kiss only breaking so it could be pulled over her head and tossed aside.
       “Come on, Buttercup,” Bubbles finally said. “We should really start getting ready.”
       “But I’m still horny,” Buttercup whispered as she kissed her neck. She slipped her hand into Bubbles’ panties. “And it’s your turn now.” A soft gasp escaped Bubbles’ lips, but she wasn’t going to be swayed.
       “Let’s go join Blossom,” she said, pulling Buttercup up for another quick kiss. “She’s still in the shower. You know how long she takes.”
       “You heard her before,” Buttercup sighed. “She wasn’t keen. And you know how I like some sis-cest before school. I want to go in tasting at least one of you on my lips.”
       “She might be if you apologized,” Bubbles grinned. “And if not, then you can tongue me in front of her.”
*****
       “Are you two done yet?” Blossom asked. Through the sound of the running shower, she heard the bathroom door swinging open. A lack of footsteps on the tiles meant her sisters were floating into the room, and the bathroom door was closed as Buttercup pulled back the shower curtain.
       “Nope,” she grinned. She flew into Blossom and pushed her against the wall, locking their lips and pressing her tongue into her mouth.
       “Buttercup… mmmpphhh…. Wait a second,” Blossom managed to say as he pushed Buttercup off her.
       “Sorry, Bloss,” Buttercup said. “But this shower’s going to have some girl-on-girl with or without you. It’d be more fun if you joined us.”
       “Really?” Blossom sighed. “Bubbles didn’t finish you?” she asked. Behind Buttercup, Bubbles peeled her panties down her legs and floated into the shower, pulling closed the curtain closed behind her.
       “Oh, she finished me alright,” Buttercup said. She reached her hand between Blossom’s legs and started rubbing her slit. “And I’m going to drive my tongue inside her as deep as I can and eat her out. We were hoping you’d change your mind and wanted a sisterly threeway.” Blossom didn’t reply straight away. She felt conflicted as well as flustered. She was pinned up against the wall and having her pussy rubbed, yet still slightly irritated at her sister. Blossom gave a soft sigh as she relented; she couldn’t hold that grudge forever. Buttercup grinned. She knew she had her.
       “Is that a yes?” she asked.
       “Are you sure you’re awake enough?” Blossom asked back. Buttercup leaned forward and kissed her again. She wrapped her other arm around Blossom’s back as she slipped a finger inside her. Blossom felt herself moaning into Buttercup’s mouth, their tongues rubbing and dancing together between their lips. Another moan escaped Blossom’s mouth as Buttercup moved to her clit. She pressed on the tiny bump and applied the smallest amount of pressure.
       “Damn you,” Blossom whispered. She reached down and cupped Buttercup’s hand in her own. She pushed her sister’s palm against her crotch, and Buttercup eased another finger inside her. Blossom began panting as Buttercup began moving her fingers in and out of her dampening slit. She broke their kiss and moved down Blossom’s neck and onto her flat chest, planting soft kisses as she went. Her lips latched onto Blossom’s right nipple, causing a gasp from the red-head girl, and Buttercup began to suck on the small but sensitive nubbin. Blossom lifted her head just in time to see Bubbles hovering next to her.
       “Sorry, I guess I got her too worked up,” she said. But Blossom didn’t care anymore. With one hand around Buttercup’s back as she sucked on her nipple, she pulled Bubbles in for a kiss. Gone was her resentment for having her dream ruined. Gone was her urgency of getting ready for school on time. All that Blossom cared about were in the shower with her. Her lips locked with Bubbles just as they had done with Buttercup moments ago. Their tongues entwined between them, making out as Buttercup pulled away. She quickly moved over to Bubbles to offer the same treatment, sucking on her nipple and fingering her pussy, all while she kept one hand pressed against Blossom’s groin.
It wasn’t long before the two girls were moaning into each other’s mouths. They hovered against the tiled wall while the shower rained down from above, sharing in the intimate moment and lust from their sister. Buttercup released Bubbles’ nipple from her mouth and lowered herself down. Bubbles lifted and spread her legs, giving Buttercup space between them and resting them upon her shoulder. Bubbles shuddered, feeling the expert tongue brushing against her smooth and pudgy vulva. Buttercup’s lips formed a small cave around her slit, sealing around it as her tongue began to probe between them. She lifted her legs and pushed herself off from the wall, pulling Bubbles with her and flying her down onto her back in the tub. Buttercup’s tongue pushed inside her as they laned on the porcelain floor, and she greedily began to eat the girl out.
       “Buttercup, roll over,” Blossom said. She wasn’t going to be left out now. Without breaking away, Buttercup rolled onto her back and took Bubbles with her. The blonde Powerpuff was riding her face, grinding her hips over the tongue that lapped inside her moist depths. Blossom dropped and knelt above one of Buttercup’s legs. She lifted the other and as Buttercup slightly twisted her torso, lifting one side of her off the bathtub floor for their pussies to meet. Blossom gripped Buttercup’s raised leg as she began to hump and grind. She could feel her soaked cunt beneath her as she rocked back and forth. The girls were so aroused and lubricated that Blossom slid over Buttercup like it was nothing. It felt almost frictionless and easy. But it was the heat that Blossom could feel. Buttercup’s fire burned inside her, and her pussy was just begging for a second release.
Blossom rocked her hips back and forth. She rubbed her sister’s pussy in circles, massaging it with her stiff clit and pushing her pubic bone behind it. Buttercup could only moan into Bubbles. Despite the pounding and rubbing against her crotch, she still feasted on Bubbles pussy with focus and determination. Bubbles humped her face as Blossom humped her groin.
       “Fuck, yes… yes….” Bubbles hissed, her voice barely audible over the running water. She was the closest to cum out of all them, with Blossom a close second. While Blossom may have been worked up in the shower, Bubbles had already grown excited from the fisting she gave earlier. She grabbed Buttercup’s head between her legs as she was grinding her hips over her mouth. Her sister’s tongue was deep inside her folds, licking her and eating her pussy as far it could.
       “Oh, God… Buttercup… Fuck…” Bubbles threw her head back. She held Buttercup’s head tightly in her hands and between her legs. Her pussy quivered, her body shuddered, all while as she came over her sister’s mouth. Much like Buttercup had done for her, Bubbles squirted over Buttercup’s lips and into her open mouth. Her tongue was showered in orgasmic juices as they dripped down and sprayed against the back of her throat. Buttercup began to swallow it almost straight away. Her gulps couldn’t be heard beyond Bubbles’ waist and thighs, but Bubbles knew that she was swallowing. Buttercup always swallowed.
Blossom didn’t know about Bubbles’ climax until the girl had rolled off Buttercup’s face. On shaky legs, Bubbles lifted herself and sat upon the edge of the bathtub to catch her breath. Blossom rocked and rubbed against Buttercup as hard as she could. The girl’s moans, now with her mouth unobstructed, echoed throughout the shower. Buttercup licked her lips to taste the last remnants of Bubbles’ cum, while Blossom’s was already rapidly building inside of her.
       “Is this waking you up,” she teased Buttercup as she grasped her leg tightly. “You didn’t answer me before.” With their thighs entwined, Blossom dominated over Buttercup’s pussy. Her stiff clit bumped against hers, invading and forcing it to share the small space it resided. They fought and rubbed against each other to create an explosive sensation for their owners. It was bringing Blossom closer and closer to her edge with each thrust. Buttercup wrapped her arms around Blossom’s neck and pulled her in for a kiss. Their chests were pressed together, their stiff nipples rubbing against each other like their clits, as Blossom kept their pussies pressed as best as she could. The kiss was enough to drive Blossom toward her climax. She pressed and held their slick folds together, with thick strands of moisture connecting between them. Blossom broke their kiss and threw back her head as she came. Her pussy convulsed over Buttercup’s, squirting her climax directly onto her sister’s cunt. Blossom panted above Buttercup, their flushed faces mere inches apart, their gazes locked together. Blossom’s climax was squirting into the stretched hole of her sister. She rocked in place, gently smearing her squirt over Buttercup’s crotch as she rode out her climax. The thick strands between their lips broke as Blossom collapsed on top of Buttercup. Still cumming, the last of her girl-juice squirting over her sister’s thigh.
       “How was that?” Blossom finally asked, still panting. Buttercup didn’t answer; she couldn’t. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.
       “That good, huh?” Blossom asked. Buttercup could only nod. “We should finish up. You close?”
       “Yeah,” Buttercup nodded again, finally finding her voice. “I could cum again.”
       “Good,” Blossom grinned. She kissed her sister, tasting Bubbles on her lips, before moving down her body. Buttercup failed to notice that Bubbles had disappeared. She was no longer sitting on the edge of the tub and watching them. It was just her and Blossom. Buttercup lifted her legs and rested them upon her sister’s shoulders as Blossom slipped her hands underneath her waist.
       “I just need you to do one thing,” Blossom said. Buttercup lifted her head.
       “What’s that?” she almost pleaded. Her sister’s lips were barely an inch from her needy pussy, and she could see Blossom’s tongue resting in her open mouth. But Blossom said nothing; she only smiled at her.
       “Come on, Bloss,” Buttercup groaned. “I’m so fucking close again. Just… just eat me out.” She let her head fall back from her shoulders in frustration. She could feel her orgasm slipping away by the second. She’d go crazy if she didn’t cum soon.
       “Just one thing,” Blossom repeated, still with that teasing grin on her face.
       “What is it?” Buttercup groaned through clenched teeth. She lifted her head and looked down her body at her sister. Blossom grinned and winked at her.
       “Wake up, Buttercup.”
*****
Buttercup’s eyes flickered open. A loud groan was forced from the back of her throat as she stirred and sat up in bed. The covers fell from her body, exposing her green nightgown, as she rubbed her head and tired eyes. Her hair was mattered and messy, with thick clumps and strands were sticking up from her scalp. Buttercup turned her head, just in time to see Blossom rising from the bed next to a seated Bubbles.
       “Good morning, Buttercup,” Blossom beamed at her. Blossom’s daily greeting went unappreciated as Buttercup lay back down and pulled the covers over her head.
       “How much time before school?” she asked through the covers.
       “We’re not going to school,” Bubbles said. “It’s Saturday.” Buttercup blinked. The single statement seemed to wipe the lethargic feeling from her eyes, and she sat back up. She glared at Blossom.
       “You okay Buttercup,” Bubbles asked. “You looked like you were having a nice dream.”
       “Yeah,” Buttercup said coldly, still glaring at Blossom. “I was.”
       “Well, you’re awake now,” Blossom said, seemingly unaware of the daggers Buttercup was staring.
       “Come on. The Professor’s making breakfast downstairs. I can smell the pancakes.” Blossom rose from the bed and floated towards the door. Buttercup sighed as Bubbles followed, leaving her alone in the bed with her thoughts. The memory of her sisters in the shower was still fresh in her mind, and her lustful fire was still burning in her crotch. Would she have time to quickly make herself squirt? Or could she hold off until possibly showering with them after breakfast? The thoughts ran through Buttercup’s horny mind until Blossom spoke from the bedroom door.
       “Oh, and Buttercup?” she asked.
       “Yeah?” Buttercup asked, snapping out of her thoughts. Blossom grinned at her and winked, a gesture that Buttercup instantly recognized.
      “Stay out of my dreams.”
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