Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

My Special Heat:>Ep1

Introduction: Little sis needs my special heat. Read and enjoy..

"I'm cold," Betsy announced, as if this was a huge revelation.

My younger sister was always complaining about the temperature. I swear, she came out of the womb shivering. Despite the fact that we lived in Florida, where even the chilliest days were still hot, my sister was forever freezing. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. I was sitting on the slate, sectional couch, watching the NBA Finals on the family's immense flatscreen TV. My sister stood off to the side of the living room, her arms crossed around her chest, like trying to hug the heat into herself.

Betsy was bundled in a heavy, grey hoodie and dark sweatpants. I could barely make out her umber eyes under her hood. She'd gathered her long, light brown hair in a braid, and it ran down her chest like a dashing escapee. "Can I sit with you, Bran?" Betsy asked. She lifted her feet one-by-one off the tile floor like it was far too icy for her bare toes.

"You're into basketball now?" I asked.

"No, but this air conditioning is out of control," Betsy said, "Dad already said I'm grounded for a month if I touch the thermostat again."

I laughed, but I knew my sister wasn't joking. Our father may have loved us both, but he adored air conditioning with an incongruently heated passion. Turning down the A/C was a betrayal far beyond what he would tolerate. "Seriously, I just need to sit with you for a bit to warm up," Betsy said.

I shrugged. Betsy may have been strange about temperature, but otherwise she was a pleasant girl to be around. We weren't the kind of siblings to cuddle on the couch, usually, but I wasn't going to freak out about it, either.

My half-hearted approval was apparently enough, and Betsy hopped next to me. There was plenty of room for both of us, but she scooched right next to me like we had to share a single cushion. Betsy snuggled into my chest, then grabbed a fleece blanket from behind the couch and put it over the both of us.

"Oooooo, you're warm," Betsy said, as if it was the best compliment she could give.

"Feel better?" I asked.

I felt my sister shudder against me. "Getting there," she said.

Betsy was petite, about 5'2" at most. She'd run cross country in high school, which had kept her trim. I had no true sense of her shape, though, because she was always too layered to tell. Even when we hung out at the pool in our backyard, she stayed well covered (the water, shocker, was too cold to swim in).

ear and looked at the screen. "Who

mocking tone. "I enjoy how their

Betsy said. She pouted in a

had a button nose and thin pink lips that seemed to always be smiling. Several of my friends had asked about her, always

keep my focus on the game as Betsy burrowed into me. Somehow, my sister was snuggling even closer into my chest. Unlike

comfortable yet?" I asked,

you're super

know," I said, "I just

we need to do this way more often," Betsy said, "It's

personal heat rock,"

I'm a lizard?" Betsy asked, pretending to be

kind of iguana-esque," I

must be a bear," Betsy said, "A big, cozy

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that," I said, "I wouldn't mind eating salmon

a few pic-a-nic baskets to change things up,"

nice," I said, "You'd have to eat flies, in

have crazy awesome eyesight," Betsy

"And two penises."

Betsy asked, turning my way. I nodded. "Ewwww, no thank you." "You might

even find one," Betsy said. I gave

the game. Without thinking about it, I absently stroked the back of Betsy's hooded head. She let out a little coo. This was nice in a way that I wished wasn't brother-sister nice. It had been a while since my last girlfriend, and I missed the

her hand up my chest. She looked up at my face and we shared a strange, secret smile. She tilted her head upwards and for a moment it looked like... "Brandon! Betsy!

heard Mom's voice calling to us from the garage. Betsy and I both jumped up from the