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.

winter sun reflected off his mostly-bald pate. Then, already panting from the exertion, Dad went back to the car and popped the trunk.

brown hair slipped out of her knit, white hat. Jenna's always-pinkish cheeks were apple red from the cold and her green eyes shown like beacons. I could tell my

and feel your heart crack? I was

He gave me the bag, then tried to hand me a couple of crisp hundred-dollar bills. I pushed his hand away - jeez, wasn't my allowance enough? - but my father

only was Dad unknowingly pimping out his daughter, he was paying me for the privilege. I did feel bad about that. 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

away. As soon as he was gone,

see you," I said, meaning it. I swear I felt a tear well up in my eye. Good lord, I was so shattered

"We can throw your bag upstairs

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

nodded. She understood the seriousness of

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Brianna's at a sleepover?" I asked as we

as she said it. Dammit. I'd told myself I'd be able to keep things under control. That when Jenna was here, I would keep my feelings from fucking things up. Now that I

know, it hurts my feelings that you

said and

the lecture. Jenna, on the other hand, was enraptured by the experience. She'd even brought a little notepad and was jotting things down. It was cute, how studious my sister was, despite the fact

then got lunch in the cafeteria. The whole time I played tour

with a sweater - a tight, purple turtleneck. But Jenna is super cute, with her long brown hair, tight body, and elfin face with permanently

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 the setup made me suffer through some marathon sessions. Jenna, for her part didn't complain. My sister, always so serious, was almost as bubbly as Brianna that day. Having her around was like having

Like having a girlfriend.

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'

got to the room, she dropped it on the ground like

a serious girlfriend and they were serious about making out in places other than his dorm room. I almost never

here," Jenna said. She lifted off her turtleneck and

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