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).

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unable to hide my mocking tone. "I enjoy how their overwhelming orange-ness keeps the green team

just asking a question," Betsy said. She pouted

nose and thin pink lips that seemed to always be smiling. Several of my friends had asked about her, always with the same question. I wonder what she looks like under

game as Betsy burrowed into me. Somehow, my sister was snuggling even closer into my chest. Unlike Betsy, I was tall and broad. She felt

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you're super warm. How are

don't know," I said, "I

do this way more often," Betsy said, "It's like

own personal heat

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

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a bear," Betsy said, "A

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

steal a few pic-a-nic baskets to change things

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

crazy awesome eyesight,"

"And two penises."

"Ewwww,

even find one," Betsy said. I gave her an odd look,

the TV and realized I'd totally lost track of 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

my chest. She looked up at my face and we shared a strange, secret smile. She

calling to us from the garage. Betsy and I both jumped up from the couch like we'd been doing something far more