Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Brother & Sister Pleasure: Ep4

It was shocking, that sudden contact. Like another wall had been broken through. I swear I could smell the dusty, chipped plaster as my sister busted through yet another barrier.

I rolled over to look at her. I'm sure she saw the shock in my face. Instead, my older sister shrugged.

"Just thanking you," Lucy said.

"I didn't do anything," I said.

"If you say so," Lucy said, and she winked my way.

I started to get up. Flopped back. Like I said, that hardwood floor was incongruently comfy after an explosive orgasm. I imagined a pointy rock might feel the same at that point, honestly. That was the thing about cumming, everything around me felt soft and welcoming. My mind, however, became far sharper.

"What are we doing?" I asked.

Again, Lucy shrugged.

"No, seriously, what is this?"

"Fun," Lucy said, as if it were obvious.

"So, we keep doing it," I said.

"At least till we go back to school in the Fall," Lucy said, "Why not? You have something better to do?"

I had to concede that I did not. The friends that I might want to talk to had all gone off to their lives. The people I very much did not want to see were right outside our front door. It was too easy to feel trapped by a bunch of circumstances that were out of my control.

Lucy seemed to be feeling the same thing. She sat down next to me, leaning back on her bed frame.

"Look, the past year has been so hard," Lucy said, "Dad losing his job. Then losing the house. Having to come home from school and go back to County. This place. I know it's where we live but it's not home. Even the smells are so unfamiliar. I don't like it here. I don't like this. It sucks for you too, right?"

"It's fucking miserable," I said.

"Right," Lucy said, "And this is just... Look, I'm not saying it's my life or anything. It's a distraction. But it's kind of keeping me sane right now. So, I don't want to stop. We'll move on when it's time. I know we will." "That makes sense," I said, "Honestly, it's helping me, too."

"We'll reach a certain point," Lucy said, "It'll be easy. One day we'll stop doing it and it won't even feel different. You'll look back and realize 'oh, it's been so long since we did it."" "Just like that?"

"Don't you think so?" Lucy said, "Besides it's not like we're doing anything serious here. We're not even touching."

thought back to that kiss on the head my sister had given me. For a moment, I realized that we were both deceiving

*

already down to t-shirts and shorts, were running out of ways to stay

reached the breaking point one afternoon when the knob of my bedroom door melted off in my hand. I wish I was exaggerating, but there I was, standing stupidly in the hallway, with a broken knob in my hand and no way

I went downstairs. Lucy was lazing on the couch, stretched out and miserable. She had on a pair of red mesh shorts and a white, ribbed tank. Her top was slightly pulled

house sucks!" she said, writhing

held up my doorknob

"What's that?" she asked.

and she giggled, then groaned. "Oh my God, we're both going to be burnt hamburger here in the

go out," I

out there than it is here," Lucy said, "Let's watch

that'll help?"

competitive ice skating. It was barely watchable, and it didn't help me feel any cooler. But Lucy seemed happy, and

halfway through -- the female lead kept saying the words 'toe

shirt off," she said, in a strangely matter of fact

my

take yours off, too," Lucy

of that," I said, "It's a little different when I

make the top ten of things you've witnessed from me lately. So, I'm going to do this and you're going to

I was way more than OK in that moment. Did I mention my sister's chest was amazing? It was much more than that. Lucy had epic breasts. I knew it, despite the fact that I'd never seen more than the shape of them under her shirt. So yeah, no, I was more than alright with my sister taking her shirt off on the couch. If anything, I was sad that she'd already set the limit at leaving her

thinking it was weird that my big sister was going to take out her titties

felt about it, my sister was doing it. Lucy reached down for the bottom of her tank and pulled it over her head. You'd think she was ripping off a band-aid, not

nothing but a lacy black bra and a pair of tiny, scarlet shorts. You'd think she'd just showed me the mysteries of the universe. And,

wonderfully peachy. I know I'm doing a lousy job of describing them. I'm sure you're thinking 'dude, they're just boobs, and your sister's boobs at that.' But I'm telling you. That's my point. They were so much more than anything I can describe to you. Like discovering the sun after a

about a third of them thanks to Lucy's lacy

Lucy cleared her throat,

said, and did my best to stop staring. It was like trying to look

louder this time. She gestured

wasn't going to step away from it, either. I pulled off my t-shirt, sticky with sweat, and tossed it aside. "Very nice," Lucy said, looking

seems to me it would be more even if

"Nice try, little brother," she said. She

of what was on

glances when I thought my sister wasn't looking. It wasn't enough. A lifetime's pass to stare

the guy finally got the girl, Lucy looked my way. I was ready to get berated for my inability to keep my eyes off my sister's mounds. Instead, she raised an eyebrow. Pointed her chin. Well, I guess it wasn't too