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).

pushed her brown braid behind her ear and looked at

the orange team," I said, unable to hide my mocking tone. "I enjoy how

She pouted in a way that made

always be smiling. Several of my friends had asked about her, always with the same question. I wonder what she looks like under

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

yet?" I asked,

super warm. How

I said, "I

we need to do this way more often,"

heat rock,"

a lizard?" Betsy asked, pretending to be

kind of

a bear," Betsy said, "A

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said, "I wouldn't

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

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

I'd have crazy awesome eyesight,"

"And two penises."

my way. I nodded. "Ewwww, no thank you."

I can't even find one," Betsy said. I

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 intimacy of it. Having

chest. She looked up at my face and we shared a strange, secret smile. She tilted her head upwards and for a

from the garage. Betsy and I both jumped up from the couch like