Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Brother & Sister Pleasure: Ep3

Mom was waiting there for us, hands on her hips, in standard mom position. The rest of the family had already scattered. The kitchen was so tiny, it made our mother look like a giant. Even more imposing than usual. "You two are up to something," Mom said. Her voice was not kind.

The sink was running behind her, stacked to the brim with dishes. A reminder of yet another indignity we'd had to endure with the new house: it didn't even have a dishwasher.

"We're hanging out," I said, shrinking under my mom's pointed interrogation.

Mom shook her head. "It's more than that. I see you two sneaking off at all hours. Always in Lucy's room with the door shut. What are you doing?"

"Nothing," I said.

"Nothing," Lucy said, "Like Dylan told you, we're just hanging out. Playing games. You know."

Mom's glare deepened, like Jan's had done. Her eyes narrowed, a mirror of Lindsay's from earlier.

"You're up to something," she said, "And I don't like it. Your father and I, this family, we're all going through a lot right now. It's bad enough as is and if you two make it worse, even the tiniest, littlest bit..." "We're not," Lucy said, "We won't. I promise."

Mom's look didn't soften, but she let out a deep breath. "Fine," she said. She waved us out of the kitchen. "You're both old enough that you don't have to live with us anymore. So, I expect you to be on your best behavior." "Of course," Lucy said.

"Understood," I said.

We escaped back to Lucy's bedroom. That night's session felt strained and anxious. Rushed and unfulfilling. But we still did it.

And that was the larger issue. For all those close calls, for all the very real consequences that came with them, we never stopped what we were doing. We didn't step back or rethink our actions. You'd think that with everything that had gone on, with every warning sign we'd passed, that we'd learn our lesson.

Instead, we escalated.

*

"You ever think about stuff?" Lucy asked, "You know, when we're doing this?"

We were both post-peak, lying back like bomb victims on Lucy's hardwood floor. It was surprisingly comfortable after a good, hard cum.

"You mean, like, other people?" I asked.

"Yes," Lucy said, "I mean, you're not focusing on how you're making it with my bedroom floor, are you?"

"Of course not," I said.

"You picture anyone specific?" Lucy asked.

"Nah," I said, "It's kind of random. Just 'a girl,' you know?"

My older sister rolled onto her side, giving me a dubious look.

But I recognized a no-win situation when I saw one. If I said I thought about Lucy, I was an incest-obsessed pervert. But if I said some other girl, then I risked hurting my older sister's feelings. So, I turned to my only defense, and turned the question back to Lucy.

"What about you?" I asked, "You ever think about anyone?"

"Not really," Lucy said in a mocking voice, "Just, you know, 'a boy.""

pause. Each of us waited for the other

"Come on," Lucy said.

started it," I replied. Oh,

one guy at school. He's kinda tall with dark

guy have a name?"

"I've never talked to him. I see him in class

he didn't have a name," I said, "Like, if he

him Randy,"

seems

coy, but I couldn't help but feel a little hurt as my sister described a crush who was almost the exact opposite of my skinny, short, light-haired self. I knew it was stupid to feel jealous. For one, she was my sister and so completely off limits. For another, I'd literally forced her

from seething in the moment. And so, I felt the

is this one girl," I

"Do tell," Lucy said.

um, got brown hair. Brown eyes. Short. She's skinny but in kind of a cute

did you find this alluring coat rack?" Lucy asked. Her face was turning sourer by

around,"

house

know what you're talking

talking about Kara," Lucy

not perving on your best friend," I

rolled her eyes

a little

her head,

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"What's wrong with Kara? She's your friend,

playing around. Her feelings

guy doesn't even have a real name. Don't you think

air in the room felt thick and heavy. Filled with anger and resentment. More than either of us could

is this one other guy," she said. Her cheeks went a

offering and, fortunately, I was smart enough to accept

cute, kinda handsome," Lucy said, "Light brown hair. Nice body." She ran her eyes up and

sigh and lay back down on the floor. "Seriously?" I

me," Lucy said. "It's kind of hard not to. I see your face. Your eyes.

hair, and

"Even though," Lucy said.

this other girl I sometimes think about," I said, "She's very pretty. Gorgeous, honestly. And her body is like, wow. She's really

looked down at herself, dubiously. "Not

my God, no," I said immediately. "She's practically fucking

said. She breathed it out in a little sigh. Almost like one of

know I shouldn't

Lucy said, "I get

not to," I said, "In the moment. You're there, you know? Feeling you bump against me. Hearing your little noises. It's kinda awesome, actually." "Kind of?" Lucy asked, but I could see

blondes," I said. A pause. "Are you OK with that? I

on mine. Just that little touch felt electric. "As

I said, "Yes.

went on as normal. Even that night, when we held our regular ;pressing