Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

It's Only Fair: EP33

The rest of the week went by in a blur. I think I went to classes? I'm not sure. I was legit giddy, barely able to eat or sleep. You'd think I was anticipating the arrival of Santa Claus, not my baby sis. Any worries I had about letting my secret love slip, they were washed away in a typhoon of adrenaline and hormones.

The night before she was due to arrive, I finally heard from my younger sister. My phone shook with a text.

Jenna: Sorry it's been awhile since I wrote you.

Me: No worries, I'm sure you're busy.

(That's me. Mr. Cool. I haven't been lying around for weeks pining for you, alternately crying out and cursing your name, no sir.)

Me: Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.

Jenna: Me too. We need to talk.

And there they were. The four words I knew my sister would say. Amy told me this was part of the twins' turn-on - telling me no till they were screaming yes. As my older sister had explained it, the twins had no problem with sibling sex. But they had to be 'forced' into it. This wasn't an objection, it was foreplay.

Me: You want to call now?

Jenna: Nah. We can do it in person.

Me: Sure thing. Soon as I see you. Jenna: K. Thx.

I went to bed somehow even more excited than I was before. Jenna's text had quelled any of my remaining concerns about the nature of her visit. If my sister wanted to talk to me about not having sex, I was going to get laid for sure.

*

I woke up early the next morning, got dressed, and stood out front of my dorm. It was icy cold out, the ground still covered in brown snow from a month before. Yet, for the first time, I felt like I could see the early threads of spring threatening to rise beyond the horizon.

minutes later, my Dad's Cayenne pulled up to the curb. He jumped out and shook my hand, the wan winter sun reflected off his mostly-bald pate. Then, already panting from the exertion, Dad went back to the car and popped the trunk. The back door opened and there was Jenna. Fuck

the cold and her green eyes shown like beacons. I could tell my younger sister was trying to look serious, but her face broke into a wide smile soon as

crack? I was going

to the curb, dragging a rollaway black suitcase behind him. He gave me the bag, then tried to hand me a couple of crisp

Sort of. "If Jenna gives you any trouble, I'll come get her right away," Dad said, "Seriously, don't worry about it a bit." I don't know what he expected. This was a petite, shy 18-year-old girl. But my

the car and pulled away. As soon as he was gone, Jenna gave me a

swear I felt a tear well up in my eye.

"We can

grabbed my hand and let me lead her across campus. "Seriously, Chase," Jenna said, "I really want to talk to you." "As soon as classes are over," I

understood the

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at a sleepover?" I asked as we walked across the

eye as she said it. Dammit. I'd told myself I'd be able to keep things under control. That when Jenna was here,

my feelings that you and Bree

Jenna said and

lecture. Jenna, on the other hand, was enraptured by the experience. She'd even brought a

after that, then got lunch in the cafeteria. The whole time

that she was dressed inappropriately: my younger sister was in her usual jeans with a sweater - a tight, purple turtleneck. But Jenna is super cute, with her long brown hair, tight body, and elfin face with permanently pinkish cheeks. It made me proud to be seen with her, even if she was just my

eager to get on with her oh-so-serious conversation, but I had another class in the afternoon. I offered to let her go hang out in my dorm room and wait, but Jenna insisted on coming along. This next class was a three-hour monster. I intentionally scheduled things this way because it allowed me to create off-days. This semester, for example, I had no classes at all on Tuesdays. But

Like having a girlfriend.

dining hall this time. Again, my sexy little sister got some appreciative looks while we ate. She didn't seem to notice. Not that she only had eyes for me, either. Instead, Jenna seemed too nervous to notice much of anything. The closer we got to 'the conversation' the

dorm room. Jenna had been schlepping her suitcase all day. When we got to the room, she dropped it on the ground like it was a dead animal. Then she flopped onto

was empty. It almost always was. Like I said, my roommate had a serious girlfriend and they were serious about making out in places other than his dorm room. I almost

Jenna said. She lifted off her turtleneck and tossed it to the side. She had on a little yellow t-shirt

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