Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Brother & Sister Pleasure: Ep2

Lucy's hardwood floors felt even better than my carpet. We were facing each other again. Hearing my sister's gulping breaths, feeling her body tremble nearby, all of it conspired to take my experience from a solid 7 to a tremendous 10. Moments later, I was shooting hot seed into my shorts.

"You go?" Lucy asked. She looked about to hit the precipice, herself. Her cheeks were pinker than her shirt.

"Yeah."

"Ahhhhhhh," Lucy was overtaken by her own orgasm. Her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed. "Fuck that's nice."

Lucy picked up her head and met my eyes. Her look was dreamy, distant. Yet there was something focused beneath the surface. Like she was making a decision.

We shared a goofy grin.

"That's it for you?" Lucy asked.

"Pretty much," I said. I had no doubt I could squeeze another orgasm out of myself. But the rubbing took a lot out of me. Something about it was so much more taxing than the usual stroking off. "Well, OK," Lucy said, "I'll see you in the morning."

I knew, right then, that she wasn't making the usual, trite statement. It was an appointment.

A promise.

*

Sometimes it takes a while to settle into a new habit. Retraining your body, your mind, to incorporate a different routine. That was not the case for Lucy and me. We were barely past our first day of this and already our fresh tradition felt expected. As if we'd been doing it our entire lives and would continue to do so forever more.

Lucy called it pressing and so that's how I came to think of our activity. It wasn't always at the same time or even every day, but we managed to have regular regroups. One morning we might wake up, press together, and get ready for the day. Or after lunch, we'd have an afternoon press in between doing chores or playing games or whatever. And if we missed both of those (or were having a particularly 'active' day) we'd go for a press after dinner, right before bed.

wore clothes when we did it -- Lucy with some sort of shirt and panties, me in my t-shirt

casual, however, was also nearly our downfall. Three times, with

had finished dinner and was watching TV. It was one of those rare evenings when all six of us were home, and Lucy and I found ourselves sitting on the floor, in front

subtly jutted her chin. That was all I needed to know. I gave her a

It was on.

I waited what felt like a good amount of time (but was probably only

She gave me a big, goofy grin as I lay down next to her. The process of this had made me start to chub up, but I'd learned to (literally) push through such things. We humped the ground together, the sounds of boring TV

hear Lucy make a little gasp as she hit the right spot. Or I would grunt with the exertion of the act. Sometimes we'd accidentally bump

are you guys

to the source of the sound. Our younger sister, Lindsay, was standing in the doorway. In my haste,

brown hair (the same color as mine) that hung almost to her waist. She was wearing her usual workout outfit -- a tanktop and yoga pants. She eyed us,

was a perfectly satisfying answer. She didn't even get off the pillow. Just spun around and stared up at

Instead, she stayed at the door, narrowing her eyes like she

panic rising in my

particularly bad lie, since we were doing nothing that looked like planning.

of girl who couldn't understand that people might lie

the

or so later, and she found me watching TV in the living room. She was wearing a

couch. But instead of

word was shocking, for all that it implied. I glanced around the room. Right out in the

whatever." She grabbed a pillow off the couch -- blue, small, and

"Are you sure?"

she was lying on her groin, getting ready to fuck the hell out of that poor cushion. But, somehow, my

to the whole experience. I'm not saying we got bored of the usual stuff, but after weeks of it, there was a sort of numbness to the routine of it all. Doing it in another place -- a room where we spent so much time with the rest of