(A/N: The finale! Graphic sexual things ahead, but you already knew that. This story will have a name change very soon, so don't freak out.)

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Someone somewhere hit the fast forward button on reality, because one minute they were making out in the hallway, and in the next they were collapsing down onto the bedspread, Mikey tugging at her shirt and April laying herself out under him.

She looked so beautiful, pink faced and staring up at him. His shell was noticeably aching, and he almost released himself right then. Dazed, Mikey stroked slowly down her flat, heaving stomach. When his fingers reached the damp material of her underwear and rubbed gently, April shuddered and wiggled, slim hips bucking under his hand. "Mi-keeey..."

Her sweet, musky smell was making him dizzy. Mikey's mouth watered. His nostrils flared as he inhaled it in, and a growling rumble started up in his chest. He pressed his beak to the sticky spot and nuzzled it, dragging his tongue roughly over the cloth.

April groaned and arched her back, staring at the ceiling through her eyelashes. "D-don't tease me..." His warm breath tickled her and sent her juices flowing- she was excited, and she wanted him.

She. Wanted. Mikey.

The shame and guilt tumbled down on her like a rock slide. She WANTED Mikey.

She wasn't supposed to WANT him. This was technically her little brother; her little, innocent, sweet little-

"April..." Mikey's voice was low, with an animalistic note that made her stomach flip. "Just let me show you, please-"

"Yeeessss..." she moaned, nearly senseless with need.

The words escaped before she could stop them, and she couldn't pull them back after they were gone. For some sick, twisted reason, the fact that it was Mikey and that she was DEFINITELY not supposed to be doing this only heightened her arousal. Her body longed for him and what he could do to her, and the guilt made it that much hotter. Any thoughts she had that this was some horrible, drunken mistake dissolved in that instant.

Mikey pushed her knees apart without another word and grabbed a fistful of her panties. He growled and ripped them away, revealing her swollen, glistening womanhood nestled among a patch of damp red curls. The sight was too much. With a strangled groan, Mikey dropped down from his shell. His half hardened cock flopped against his leg, and he lowered his mouth to her soaked snatch.

April arched up and cried out, her mouth open wide. Mikey's tongue felt like a hot brand. It hurt so good...

Her nails bit into his shoulders as she tensed and spasmed, grinding against his mouth while her heels bounced on his shell. Waves of pleasure rolled through her, yanking loud moans and cries from her. She wound her fingers into the tails of his neon bandana, pressing more of herself to him. "SH-SHIT! Aaah-AH!"

Mikey- her sweet, little innocent brother- was eating her out with a skill most porn stars would kill for.

Mikey held her open with two fingers while he licked her slit. Her juices streamed down her legs, smeared over his face and he lapped up every drop. He pushed his tongue into her pulsating entrance, slowly picking up speed as he went. He couldn't get enough of her taste, and of the noises she was making.

April half screamed, half sobbed when Mikey captured her bundle of nerves between his teeth and somehow managed to twirl his slick muscle around her pink walls, making her legs spasm.

"Nngh-AH! M-Mikey, Mikey...ooh, oooh fuuuuck..." she sobbed, clawing helplessly at his mask. Her brain was in shambles, pleasure drunk and spiraling.

What in the hell were they teaching him at the lair? Did they all know how to do this? Holy SHIT-

She could feel herself teetering on that edge, so very, very close...

Mikey hummed and giggled, and the vibrations from his mouth reduced her to trembling puddle. "You sound like a baby chimp, Dudette." He pulled away slightly, and April actually whimpered. Her hand clenched around the knot securing his mask. "M-Mikey, God, w-wmm..."

"Wuh-wuh whaaat?" Mikey teased, kissing her thigh. April groaned and sank her teeth into her lip, then jerked as he pinched her bottom. "Huh? Sorry, dudette. Didn't hear you."

April shivered. He could not be serious. She was not about to beg him. Casey had tried that crap a few times before she'd shut his dreams of dominance down.

She glued her teeth shut and leveled a hazy green glare at the orange ninja, who grinned cheekily in response. "C'mon, April. Nothing?"

She pursed her lips at him, and his smile morphed into something wicked. Time for some payback.

"Alright well, I guess I'll just head home-" He started to pull away, gripping her ankles and starting to slide them off his shoulders.

"No!" April squeaked, tightening her legs to keep him still. The thought of him leaving her like this...it made her soul ache.

"Something to say, dudette?"

"Shit," she spat. "Always the damn jokester."

Instead of being annoyed at her cutting tone, Mikey grinned happily. He was over the moon at seeing her like this, frantic and flustered, writhing and ready to burst just for him. He wanted to see it always.

"Whatcha gonna do, April? Tell Leo on me?" he laughed. He trailed a lazy finger over her knee, not wanting her to know just how excited he was.

"Mikey, I swear-" she reached down, determined to finish herself off, but ninja trained reflexes caught her wrists and held her fast. "Not so fa-ast," he sang. "I'll let you cum if you say one thing."

He blew on her again, gently, and she leaned her head back, surrendering with a groan.

"Okay..."

"Okay whaaat?"

"Okay! Okay!" she yelped, squirming in his grip.

"Say, 'Oh great sex God Mikester turtle titan, I love you so much, please please pretty please let me cum?'"

April flushed and turned her head away, tugging hard to free her hands. She wouldn't be caught DEAD saying that. She had some dignity, after all- she was twenty three and he was sixteen. "Hell NO."

"Guess who doesn't get to cum then?"

April snapped, desperate, throbbing, and literally aching for it. "Goddamit, Mikey, p-please!"

"Please what?"

She was ready to cry. Fuck dignity.

"Please, please oh god Lick me, suck me, make me cum so hard I feel it in my brai-EEE!"

He bent his neck down before the sentence was out of her mouth and swept his rough tongue from bottom to top, shoving her over that delicious edge with a startled squeal. "M-M-MIKEY!" She came hard, clenching the sheet in her fists and arching her spine.

Throwing away her dignity had never felt so good.

To her horror and delight, Michelangelo didn't wait for her to get her breath back. He started up again. April's nails scraped the back of his head as he flicked her clit with his tounge, alternating between licking and blowing on her. She vibrated under him like a tuning fork, cramming as much of his mouth as close to her center as she possibly could.

How and when did he get so good at this?! She was supposed to be the experienced one, and he was making her squeal and shake like a newbie. She pressed her legs together with a sob, and her pleasure addled mind wished she could keep him there for eternity.

"Ap-riiill..." Mikey whined playfully. "You're gonna smother me..." His words were slightly muffled by her thighs, and hearing it sent electricity racing through her veins.

He pulled away, and April almost whimpered at the absence of heat. She raised her head and looked at him with pleasure clouded eyes. Mikey snickered and slowly ran his tongue around his beak, cleaning her juices from his mouth while she watched. April groaned, more turned on than she ever had been in her life.

He kneeled between her legs and thumbed her swollen clit slowly, more to watch her squirm and react than actually finish her again. "You owe me so much, April," he cooed sweetly, rolling the bundle of nerves back and forth. "I'm gonna make you say you love me over and over and over..."

"I b-believe you," she said, moaning when he pushed a finger in and crooked it upwards. "Nnngh..."

"Mmm. You're so wet...I could slide right in...how much you wanna bet?"

Her walls clenched tight at his words, making hot friction as he pumped her steadily faster. April whined and arched, and he pulled away AGAIN and leaned over her.

"Whatcha think, huh? Think I can slide right in...or d'you wanna slick me up first?" he giggled lowly, wiggling his eyeridges. Her face reddened three shades, but a quick glance at his lower plastron had her licking her lips in anticipation. "You want to let me go so I can?"

He grinned and released her wrists, pulling her upright so she could crawl over his lap and his erect member. He put a hand on her back and groaned when she ran her tongue around his throbbing head, and sucked hard on his tip, humming at the taste of salty precum.

It was at this point that her morality began to reassert itself.

I'm going to hell, I'm going to hell.

Mikey shifted, and she sucked him down to the root, taking his hot cock down her throat.

I'm going to hell.

And she didn't give a flying fuck anymore, because Michelangelo Hamato was the best sex she'd ever had and she loved him, she did, (maybe not in the way she should have, but she did love him a little, a lot? Enough.) and the orgasms were great enough to push aside her guilt and shame until the high faded.

April employed every dirty tongue and teeth trick she knew until Mikey was whining and shoving at her shoulders, pulling her off his cock with a wet slurp and yanking her into a backward sitting position against his chest, spreading her knees with his own.

"Can't wait, April...want you now..." he gasped, pushing the head of his member against her opening.

"Ooohfuckohfuckoh-" she yelped, inhaling sharply at the tight squeeze and slide of him inside of her. So hard and huge and PERFECT...

"Nnngh...so tight, so...ahh, dudette, y-you're killing me..." Mikey huffed, wrapping an arm around her chest and moving his hips, grinding up into her and hitting her spot effortlessly.

She slumped against the hard green band of muscle keeping her upright and sank her teeth into his wrist to muffle her yells. One three fingered hand clutched at her breasts and the other reached down to rub, leaving her sobbing and seeing stars.

There should have been a religion about this, seriously. Or at least a section in the adult shop.

Their hips rolled and rocked together until they were both panting hard from the fiery sensations coursing through their veins. April leaned her head back on Mikey's shoulder and gazed at the ceiling, moaning through her teeth as Mikey groaned into her sweaty hair. The familiar searing heart was growing in her gut, stronger by the second.

She was surrounded by an ocean of Mikey; he was biting and kissing and laughing and churring and moaning her name and she could focus on nothing but everything he was doing to her.

And apparently, once he got into it, Mikey liked to talk.

"Mmmn, aag, Ap-April...y-you feel so good, so good...wanna try again?"

"W-whu?" she whimpered, bewildered past the pleasure at the teasing tone in his voice. He let her fall forward a bit and thrust a little harder, but the angle change caused his aim to just miss her spot, barely grazing it.

She keened and tried to readjust, but his elbow on her back stopped her, and she knew he'd done it on purpose. "Stop- te-asing-me-ee!" she squealed.

"Y-you wanna try to say y-you don't love me again?" he laughed, slowing his hips abruptly. "Go ahead, try."

"N-no," she moaned.

"Nah?" He punctuated the word with a sharp pump, and she yelped, clawing at his arms.

"No! No! Oh God-"

"Wanna take it back instead?"

"Yes, Mikey! Yes!"

"Say it, then."

April blinked furiously to clear the tears in her eyes. "I-I l-love you..."

"Mm, again..." He picked up speed slightly, nibbling gently on her neck.

"I-I love y-you!"

"Again, again!"

His voice was more churr than words and she could feel him pulsing inside her, felt his body shaking behind her knew he was losing it. Blunt nails gripped her waist and pulled her down hard and fast, shoving her viciously toward her end. She reached behind and grabbed his sweat soaked mask, arching up.

"Mikey Mikey yes, yes I love you I love you I love it so much, so fucking much, oh my God I'm gonna cum I'm gonna CUM!"

Bright lights burst inside her eyelids and the broken garbled scream that tore out of her mouth might have been his name as she was completely swamped by her orgasm, her tightening setting of Mikey's completion. He gasped for oxygen and whimpered aloud when he exploded inside her, feeling like he was caught in a tidal wave.

Eventually his thrusts slowed to a stop and they sat there like that for a while, catching their breath while he softened and she crawled agonizingly off her high. Mikey nuzzled his beak against her flushed back and gathered her boneless limbs in his arms, lifting her off his legs and onto the bed.

He was asleep in seconds, cuddling her like a baby koala to its mother, but April stayed awake, gazing dazedly at a loose thread on the cover as if it held the answers she needed.

Donatello had been right. She was a menace to their entire family. She knew she didn't love Michelangelo like she should have, like she claimed to, but the thought of never having him inside her again made her clutch him that much tighter.

She hated herself, but she was addicted, hooked on turtle like a drug. No human man would ever satisfy her this way, and she balked at the prospect of every trying to hurt him like she had again.

She was deep in this shit now and there was no way out...and she didn't want to get out. She'd dug her grave and had no choice but to lie in it.

Besides, if she lets this go on...there's no real harm, right? Both of them would get what they wanted.

She sighed softly and closed her eyes. Her last real thought before falling asleep was...

Are ALL of them amazing like this...?

She was so, so screwed.

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(A/N: Last chapter! Was it good? Thoughts on April? You know where they go!)