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.

even talk about what we were doing. We always wore clothes when we did it -- Lucy with some

downfall. Three times, with three separate people, we were almost

family 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,

She subtly jutted her chin. That

It was on.

feeling tired and went to her bedroom. I waited what felt like a good amount of time (but was probably only two minutes) and

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,

she hit the right spot. Or I would grunt

are you guys

the sound. Our younger sister, Lindsay, was standing in the doorway. In

her waist. She was wearing her usual workout outfit -- a tanktop and yoga pants. She eyed us, confused, like someone searching for an obvious word but unable to find

said, like this was a perfectly satisfying answer. She didn't even get off the pillow. Just spun around and

she stayed at the door,

said, the panic rising in my throat.

Lucy said. This was a particularly bad lie, since we were doing nothing that looked like planning. And Lindsay's 18th birthday

was super sweet, she wasn't very sharp. She wasn't a dope, just far too trusting. The kind of girl who couldn't understand that people might lie to her for their own benefit. "Oh!" she said,

the floor, gently closed Lucy's door, and returned to what we were

(somewhat). It was a Saturday afternoon, a week or so later, and she found me watching TV in the living room. She was wearing a white t-shirt with a

the couch. But instead of leading me

that it implied. I glanced around the room. Right out in the open?

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

"Are you sure?"

You'd think that would be hard based on how she was lying on her groin, getting ready to fuck the hell out of that poor cushion. But, somehow, my older sister still managed to look disdainful. I shrugged and dropped next

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