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.""

waited for the other to crack

"Come on," Lucy said.

started it," I replied. Oh,

sigh. "There is this one guy at school. He's kinda tall with dark hair. Muscular. Sometimes I picture

have a name?"

to him. I see

name," I said, "Like, if he was called Random Hotguy

him

seems appropriate,"

of my skinny, short, light-haired self. I knew it was stupid to feel jealous. For one, she was my

stop me from seething in the moment. And so, I felt the need to take some measure

this one girl,"

"Do tell," Lucy said.

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

this alluring coat rack?" Lucy asked. Her face was turning sourer

know, around,"

house

what you're

you're obviously talking about Kara,"

your

rolled her eyes

little bit," I

shook her head,

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I asked. "What's wrong with Kara? She's your friend, isn't

I realized it, suddenly. Lucy wasn't playing around. Her feelings were actually, honestly hurt. As if she hadn't done the same thing to me moments

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

went quiet. She pursed her lips. The air in the room felt thick and heavy. Filled with anger and resentment. More than either of us could carry. After weeks of unbreakable buoyancy, this one silly conversation had popped us both. I started to

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

sister was making a peace offering and, fortunately, I was smart enough to accept

kinda handsome," Lucy said, "Light brown hair. Nice body."

let out a loud sigh and lay back down on the floor. "Seriously?" I

right next to me," Lucy said. "It's kind of hard not to. I see your face. Your eyes. You're actually quite attractive

hair, and have an actual real

"Even though," Lucy said.

as long as we're being honest, there is this other girl I sometimes think about," I said, "She's very pretty. Gorgeous, honestly. And her body is like,

at herself, dubiously. "Not too fat?"

my God, no," I said

She breathed it out in a little sigh. Almost like one of the sounds she'd make

I know

OK," Lucy said, "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 she was teasing. "You sure you wouldn't rather a

prefer blondes," I said. A pause. "Are you OK with that? I know it's wrong and all,

said. She put her hand on mine. Just that little touch

"Yes.

normal. Even that night,