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

"Come on," Lucy said.

I replied. Oh, so

this one guy at school. He's kinda tall with dark hair. Muscular. Sometimes

guy have a name?"

to him. I see him in class

a name," I

call him

that seems appropriate,"

exact opposite of my skinny, short, light-haired self. I knew it was stupid to feel

the moment. And so, I felt the need

one girl,"

"Do tell," Lucy said.

brown hair. Brown eyes. Short. She's

Lucy

know, around,"

the house maybe?" Lucy

know what

obviously talking

perving on your

her

little bit,"

shook her

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wrong with Kara? She's your

Lucy wasn't playing around. Her feelings were actually, honestly hurt. As if she hadn't done the same thing

about Randy?" I asked. "I mean, the guy doesn't even have a real name. Don't you think you should set your

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

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

I was smart enough to accept it. I

kinda handsome," Lucy said, "Light brown hair. Nice body." She ran her eyes up and down me, like punctuating her

a loud sigh and lay back down on

hard not to. I see your face. Your eyes. You're actually quite attractive you know

short and skinny with light hair, and have an

"Even though," Lucy said.

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

at herself, dubiously. "Not too fat?" she

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

out in a little sigh. Almost like one of the sounds she'd make when she was about to

know I

OK," Lucy said,

to," I said, "In the moment. You're there, you know? Feeling you bump against me. Hearing your little noises.

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

Just that little touch felt electric. "As

I said, "Yes. I'm OK with

seemed settled. The next day went on as normal. Even that night, when we held our regular ;pressing session, it was