Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

My Special Heat:>Ep4

After dinner, I knew going to bed early was a bad idea. Betsy wasn't coming. Despite three days of disturbed sleep, I could tell I was in for another evening of staring at the ceiling. So, after my evening shower, I went back down to the living room and turned on the NBA Finals. I had to hope this series went seven, or else I was going to be in real trouble in a few days.

I got on the couch, wearing my pj bottoms and an old t-shirt. For some reason I can't explain, I grabbed the fleece blanket from behind the couch and put it on my lap. It's not like I was cold.

I was starting to get into the game when I saw Betsy bound down the stairs. She was in another heavy outfit -- this time a big, brown fluffy sweater and sweatpants. She glanced my way and I got myself ready, knowing that things were about to get super awkward.

Instead, my sister hurried over to the couch and slipped in next to me. "You're all set up for me," she said, a tinge of awe in her voice. She pulled the blanket over herself and wrapped her arms around my shoulders.

Our mom came out of the kitchen holding a stack of small, round cookies. She saw us sitting on the couch and stopped. "How cute," she said, "Sibling snuggle time."

"Brandon is so warm, Mom," Betsy said.

"Is he now?" Mom asked. She gave me a little knowing smile.

"It really is the best," Betsy said.

I stared at the game, pretending like the two of them weren't talking about me. Something about all of this made me feel on display and it was upsetting.

"Well don't stay up too late, OK?" Mom said, walking up the stairs to her bedroom.

"We're both adults, Mom," Betsy said, "I think we can figure it out."

Mom shook her head at both of us, but she kept going. Once she was out of earshot, Betsy poked me in the ribs.

told you she doesn't care," Betsy

us on the couch in front of the TV and finding

silence. However she felt about the night before, she didn't

the orange team lost all

called away jerseys," I

Betsy said. She rested her head against my chest. Her brown hair was back in its usual

fine with everything, but I found

last

Her cute

"It was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened. I'm really sorry. All the time we've been spending together lately, I'm enjoying it. If I did something to mess that up, I don't think I could forgive myself." "Personally,

liked it," I said,

Betsy said, brightly. "Didn't

I was supposed to say. That she was my sister

the complete truth: that a quick peck with my sister had been the best kiss I'd ever had in my life. The fact that it was honest

want to do it again?" Betsy

head up to me. Put her hand on my cheek and leaned in. Betsy didn't wait for me to answer, she

It wasn't a quick touch. She straight up kissed me, hard. I felt

Betsy kept her hand on my face, lovingly caressing my cheek while we made out. I squeezed her

like siblings at all. Like lovers. "But then, you make me go away and you

bed," I

kiss some

"Yes," I said.

Betsy followed me. As soon as we laid down, her lips reached for mine like she'd been holding her breath the whole time. Betsy grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. Again, I usually slept that way. I'd always been topless when my sister was with me before. But something about her stripping me