Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Chapter 921

My Special Heat:>Ep2

My sister settled into me. Her breath tickled at my chest hair. My eyes lowered languid as reality began to drift. "What do you want to do?" Betsy asked.

"I was about to fall asleep," I said.

"No sleeping," Betsy said, shifting into full brat mode. "Not until after I leave. We need to do something."

"I could go get Parcheesi," I said.

Betsy turned her head and glared at me.

"I guess we could talk?" I said.

"About what?" Betsy asked.

"I don't know, life. Stuff like that. You still seeing that guy, David or whatever?"

"Ugh, no," Betsy said, "What about you? What happened with that blonde chick you were telling me about?"

"Melissa? That went so bad, I can't even tell you," I said.

"What happened?" I could tell I'd piqued my sister's interest.

"What happened with you and David?" I asked.

Betsy groaned and rolled her eyes. "He was a pig. All he ever wanted to do was fuck."

If

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her clothes off, let alone that. Even her use of the curse word was surprising. My sweet sister

but he was DTF after the first date and I wasn't ready. I guess, after, a while, he lost patience with me. I caught him

"I'm sorry," I said.

was

Mel and I had sex all the time," I

me, hard. "Not that!" she cried

ever did. After a while, I realized that we'd never had a real conversation. Like, I didn't even know her middle name or if

do touch, it doesn't have to be about sex. Like, lying around and cuddling is nice,

there," I said, trying not

said, "I'm not totally comfy, but I guess this will be

the covers, then ambled out of my bedroom. When I rolled

*

me busy. I didn't put a lot of thought into the day before and what had happened. Mostly because, as far as I was concerned, nothing had. I

part of me, an inexplicable aspect for sure, was anticipating Betsy joining me in bed again. Which was silly for a whole host of reasons. Most importantly was that it wasn't going to happen again.

evening shower and crawled into bed. The house was quiet. Whatever little hope I had was finally shot down. My sister was clearly not

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Betsy called through

thick, wool socks, as well. Seriously, we were in Florida in mid-June. Most people compared the

don't have to knock," I told

to catch you indecent," Betsy

always indecent,"

was hoping I could get

you hot, don't

Betsy said, "At best. But it's better

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