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.

we did it -- Lucy with some sort

nearly our downfall. Three

a little over a week after we'd started our escapades. The 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, in

to me, mid-episode, and cocked her eyebrow. She subtly jutted her chin. That was all I needed to know. I gave her

It was on.

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

her pillow. 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

the most part, I stayed within myself, engaged in my own fantasies. But then I would hear Lucy make a little gasp as she hit the right spot. Or

are you

source of the sound. Our younger sister, Lindsay,

color as mine) that hung almost to 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

even get off the pillow. Just spun around and stared up at our younger

not do that. Instead, she stayed at the door,

said, the panic rising in my

since we were doing nothing

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

argue with our good luck. I got off the floor, gently closed Lucy's door, and returned to

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 pink

I got off the couch. But instead of leading me back to her bedroom, Lucy

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

home," Lucy said, "They're all out doing errands or whatever." She grabbed a pillow off the

"Are you sure?"

to fuck the hell out of that poor cushion. But, somehow, my older sister still managed to look disdainful. I shrugged and dropped

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