Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

My Special Heat:>Ep3

I blinked awake. My room was pitch dark. I felt something wrapped around me and looked down. Betsy! Oh shit!

It was one thing to snuggle. Weird, maybe, but not out of the realm. Falling asleep in the same bed, however, was a really bad idea. We would have a tough time explaining that to Mom and Dad in any way that wouldn't come off as wrong. I shook my little sister awake.

"Feel warm," she mumbled.

I shoved her again. Betsy's eye slowly opened, then popped wide.

"You fell asleep," I told her.

"Oh crap!" Betsy said, "Bran, I'm so sorry."

"I don't care, but Mom and Dad will," I said.

Betsy gathered herself together and got out of the bed. "It was nice and warm with you. I guess a little too warm. I'll slip out quietly."

I watched as my sister tried to ninja out of the room, but it was more like traipsing. Finally, after tripping twice and almost walking into a wall, Betsy managed to make her way to the hall.

I sighed and leaned back into my pillow. That was a close one. While I didn't think there was anything specifically wrong with what we were doing, something about it, I knew, would look plenty inappropriate to our parents. We needed to be more careful.

I closed my eyes but couldn't fall back asleep. I ended up staring at my phone till 4am, frustratingly awake.

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myself thinking about what might happen that night. Again, it wasn't something I could rationally explain. Who spent this much time looking forward to being with their baby sister? But

as I climbed into bed, Betsy knocked on my door. This time, she didn't wait for me to respond, she just opened it and stepped inside. Again, she was in her

she said, when I asked about

to me. There was no more asking if it was OK -- this was now the routine. I

this, but we need to be more careful," I said, as Betsy lay next to me. "Falling asleep like that? Mom and Dad

can't cuddle with my big brother?" Betsy

in bed with me, at night," I said, "It doesn't matter

can explain it," Betsy said, "Mom and Dad know I'm cold

it's not OK," I

eyes at me, but she scooched in closer. "But I can stay for a bit, right?

"Of course," I said.

on my bare flank. I found myself slowly stroking her hoodie-covered back. I could barely feel the girl under all those

sleep without a shirt,"

uncomfortable? Do you want me to put something

said, "Like I

had it covered. And for another, she was my sister. Flirting that way was not OK. We lay there in silence for a bit, lightly stroking each other. I listened to my sister's soft breath. The little sounds she made as she got comfortable. She had this way of flicking her eyes around -- at my body, my face, my room -- like she was trying to memorize every detail. There was

this," Betsy said, "Warming

"I like it, too."

would have expectations, you know? Hugging can't just be hugging -- it has to be the prelude to, well, things I'm not ready to do. And most brothers would be all awkward about it. I guess I'm saying that there's only one person in

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