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."

the head my sister had given me. For a moment, I realized that we

*

to t-shirts and shorts, were running out of

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

on the couch, stretched out and miserable. She had on a pair of red mesh shorts

sucks!" she said, writhing in

my

"What's that?" she asked.

giggled, then groaned. "Oh my God, we're both going to be burnt hamburger

could go

here," Lucy

you think that'll help?" I

competitive ice skating. It was barely watchable, and it didn't help me feel any cooler. But Lucy seemed happy, and it was too hot to argue. It's not like I could

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

want to take my shirt off," she said,

gave my sister an odd

can take yours

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

Lucy said, seemingly unaware of the double entendre. "And I'm super uncomfortable. Seeing me in a bra won't even make the top ten of things you've witnessed from me lately. So, I'm going to do this and you're

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

to take out her titties in the middle of the living room in front of her younger brother, as casually as pouring herself

the bottom of her tank and pulled it over her head. You'd think she was ripping off a band-aid,

up for Lucy's lack of concern, however, with my own reaction. I gaped. I gawped. My sister sat back on the couch in nothing but a lacy black bra and a pair of tiny, scarlet shorts. You'd think she'd just showed me the

were massive. Full and proud. Yet perfectly shaped 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 was only seeing about a third of

cleared her

was like trying to look away from a black hole,

did it again, even louder this time. She

wasn't going to step away from it, either. I pulled off

still wearing your bra. It seems to me it would be more even if we were both topless," I said. I mean, can

and shook her head. "Nice try, little brother," she said. She turned the movie

our state of half-dress. You won't be surprised to learn that I missed most of what was on the screen. Look,

the entire time stealing glances when I thought my sister wasn't looking. It wasn't

way. I was ready to get berated for my inability to