Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

My Special Heat:>Ep5

I'm not sure how much time we spent in my bed. I lost track of everything except for the feel of my sister under my fingers. The sweetness of her breath on my cheek. Neither of us fell asleep, that was for sure. Eventually, Betsy pulled back. My lips ached from all the kissing we'd been doing, but I still felt the disappointment well up in my chest.

"That should keep me," Betsy said, "At least for a few hours."

I raised my eyebrow at her.

"Right now, I feel pretty warm," Betsy said, "As warm as I get anyway. But once we break apart it slips away. I'm cold by the time I'm back in bed. But last night, after the kiss, it kinda lasted for a while. Long enough for me to fall asleep. I guess it's like charging up my heat battery. Your kisses are more efficient than your hugs or something."

"And you feel like you'll be OK now?"

"Hope so," Betsy said. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before she scampered out of my room.

I lay back, arms behind my head on the pillow. A strange sense of satisfaction washed over me. I felt completely at ease with the world. Like I was drifting down a broad stream on a warm summer day. My door popped back open.

"Hey," Betsy called into my room, "Camp is off tomorrow for some reason, you want to meet for lunch?"

My work schedule was busy, but never so much that I couldn't step out for a quick bite. I nodded my agreement and my little sister smiled so bright it lit the room.

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a dock near the water that you find every three feet on the Florida coast. We sat in the afternoon heat and ate our sandwiches (we both got the mahi-mahi), chatting idly about school and life. Even though we were out on a metal jetty under

kiss. At one point, Betsy held my hand, but only for a little bit. We didn't act in any way different than what we were, a brother and sister enjoying lunch together. And yet, it so very much obviously a date between the

our meal, Betsy's head popped up. Like a thought had just

she asked, out of

fell back out of my chair. I knew my sister wasn't trying to be hurtful, but the question was so direct I didn't know

only caught the tail end of the conversation I was

nodded like that made any

to sit here with you," Betsy said, tossing her long brown braid

that got me thinking about what a great boyfriend you'd be. I mean, you're cute and tall. You've

felt my cheeks go hot. I looked down and tried to hide it with my sandwich, but I was smiling too hard to take

caring. I like spending time

you to the thought you finally spoke aloud," I said, "Why

miss a lot of things that go with being in a relationship. Of course, there's the, um, physical stuff. You know?" This time, Betsy looked down and

why Mel and I broke up. I realized that we were faking it. I wanted more. But finding that is hard. You don't get there after a

now, not so much. What about you? You're cute and funny. Smart and se... I mean, you're

sat patiently and waited while that business was done

brother, who is pretty great for a brother, most guys are only interested in