Sleepover shuffle My name is Jill Tiny chapter 23 by TinyLesbo

And a weird sense of de ja vu washed over Jill, as she and Lauren watched movies instead. Sat in the younger sister's lap, for her own safety, she'd insisted, Jill had the comfort of Lauren's massive thighs couching her, and the pair were giggling over everything and nothing. A warm, cuddly experience instead of the slightly frosty one Ria received. 

After all, jealousy was best when heated up. 

Squeezing Lauren's thighs either side of her, Jill made idle chitchat while slowly leaning back, her hands creeping slowly farther inwards, towards the thin scrap of fabric separating them. The heat emanating from Lauren's middle was ferocious and musky on Jill's senses, and with a little manipulation, maybe some deceit, she could have a little fun and piss off the older sister.

...huh, she mumbled to herself. So much for insisting she wasn't into girls. Maybe it was lies and manipulation she was into, whatever the gender. 

"So um, Lauren." Jill looked up, burying her head in Lauren's lower belly. The skinny tween's shirt was rippling open above her, and she could see two tiny bumps where boobs were supposed to be. Her own were bigger, and she wasn't even a foot tall.

"Mm?" Lauren glanced down, her belly pulling away and letting Jill slip a little lower.

"You said talk about girls, right? Ever had a girlfriend before?"

"Nng!" Lauren gasped, a twitch running through her thighs. "N-no, not yet! Well not exactly...!"

"Oh? Do tell." Jill pushed. The heat of embarrassment alone was strengthening her musk, and if she were entirely honest, it was an inviting smell when you were at ground zero.

"W-well, I did kiss Amelia Dixon that one time." Lauren bit her lip. "I-it was a truth or dare at another sleepover. I had to!"

"Of course. Those are the rules." Jill grinned. "And that set you on the path to liking girls?"

"I... think so." Lauren mumbled, her thighs twitching.

"Hm. Interesting." Jill nodded. "So uh, you know there's a girl in your lap right now, right?"

"Yeah...? Lauren lifted her legs away, depriving Jill of warmth but giving her a much better view. 

"So, wouldn't it be a fun way to find out? See if you really like girls?" Jill turned around. Edging closer, she basically pressed herself against the tween's crotch. "Another truth or dare, except you don't have to dare me?"

"Wh-what do you mean?" Lauren frowned. 

"You wanna kiss another girl?" Jill smirked, running a hand inside of Lauren's pyjama shorts. "You want another girl to kiss you?" She lowered her face into the crotch of the shorts. "...here?"

"Th-there?!" Lauren gasped, scuttling away and pulling Jill over. "Oh. Sorry..."

"Don't worry about it, happens all the time." Jill put up a hand. "But yeah. There. It's like, the ultimate test for whether or not you like girls, Little Lauren."

"But what do..." Lauren's blush was increasing. "What do you do?"

"Just relax, and let me show you." Jill grinned. This was sick, twisted and weird in every way... and it was kinda turning her on.

Preteen pussy? She had no real interest. But igniting some sort of rivalry between sisters over her? Now that was the stuff. Heat pounding in her own loins from just the thought of it, she gently nudged Lauren's thighs to the side - with Lauren's help, of course - and reached back into the shorts. With a grin, she sidled under the fabric, and found herself staring down Lauren's crotch. A few sporadic tufts of downy hair made their presence known as she navigated in the near darkness, but a tiny glimpse of light out of either leghole was enough for her to figure out what she was doing. She'd been buried in enough of these already, so willingly navigating one was child's play by comparison. 

And as her lips made contact with the bottom of Lauren's mound, she had to brace as the tween above her lifted off the bed.

"Oh my!" She gasped. "What're you doing?!"

"Like I said!" Jill called, her voice muffled by pussy and pyjamas. "Now, just settle back down again, and try  to stay calm. I can't do this if you're gonna jump around like a bounce house. 

"O-O-Okay...!" Lauren cried, slowly lowering herself again. The weight settled, and Jill's legs slotted in place underneath her. That wasn't ideal, but now there was a little more wiggle room, she supposed. Running hands across Lauren's labia, she could feel the patchy pubes tangling around her fingers, and the tween above trembling with anticipation. With another kiss to the mound, and another twitch from Lauren, she gently sunk an arm into the crevice before her. Swallowed up like she was wading into jelly, the little pops and oozes were strangely satisfying to the touch. And the sheer restraint on Lauren above was impressive, she had to admit. An almighty gasp left her as Jill pumped her arm in, sinking right up to the elbow before meeting any resistance.

And to think she was being forced to do this like, yesterday. Having the consent and control over a situation was much more sexy than just some other girl burying you in there. And it was pissing off Ria as a bonus. 

Maybe Jill had found a hobby here. Please various girls, stir the pot a little, cause some mayhem and enjoy herself at the same time. 

What could go wrong?

Lauren panted above Jill as her arm stirred the kid's pussy like some fuzzy cauldron, and as Lauren's legs thrashed in response to the pleasure...