Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

My Special Heat:>Ep6

Betsy practically tackled me into bed that night.

"Brrrrr," she said, gripping onto me with surprising strength, "I think Dad turned the A/C up or something."

She wasn't kidding about being cold, Betsy's whole body trembled as I pulled her close to me under the covers. She was shivering like crazy, so bad we couldn't even kiss for a bit. Instead, she just held onto me, tight, like a life raft in the ocean. Finally, I felt my little sister settle into her usual spot. Her head notched in the nook of my neck. Hand rested on my bare chest. I squeezed her tight to me. She gripped me back.

We stayed still for a bit, like savoring our connection. But soon enough we were back to kissing. I don't know how these make out sessions started, honestly. We kind of slipped into them. A furtive glance. A shared look. Then pow, duo- directional lipus-lockus.

Again, I stroked my sister's back. She ran her hand up and down my bare torso. Abruptly, I felt something bump against my dick.

I haven't mentioned it to this point, mostly because I assumed it would be fairly obvious. But I was getting truly, epically erect during these little pre-sleep sessions with my sister. I mean, hard as I'd ever felt. My balls would ache like crazy, too, which was probably part of what was keeping me up all night.

You'd assume, therefore, that after Betsy left or the next morning or whatever, that I would give myself some relief. Except I couldn't. Because rubbing away my sibling-induced erection felt far too close to other, more incestuous ideas. So, instead, I was in a constant state of pained, semi-arousal until Betsy and I were together. Then I'd shift to an even more excruciating, completely unquantifiable level of aroused-out-of-my-mind.

To this point, however, Betsy and I had kept everything over the clothes and above the waist. My sister must have gotten a little more enthusiastic than usual, reached a little further than she ordinarily might, and bumped into my tumescent member. Considering how huge it felt between my legs -- like a fleshy, throbbing redwood sprouting in the middle of Kansas -- I'm actually kind of surprised that this had never happened before. "Oh!" Betsy squeaked, adorably. She flinched back from me. Her eyes were wide.

"Sorry," I said, "It's not. That is, I'm not. We're."

Betsy saw me struggling but instead of reaching out to help she sat back and watched me thrash. Sweet girl, that. Glad we never went mountain climbing together, because I'd already be a black smudge on a rock by now.

"It's natural," I said, finally catching my rational mind, "A reaction to being here with a girl. Any girl."

"It's fine," Betsy said, shifting from a smirk to a friendly smile. "I understand. You can't control it."

"Right," I said, breathing normally for the first time in what felt like hours but had been less than a minute. "It's a biological response. I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Betsy said. She rubbed my arm affectionately. "It's totally normal. I'm not upset, at all."

I leaned over to kiss her, but Betsy slid

just, well, as much as I can appreciate our happy little friend. He's kind of

you want to go

nearly warm enough for that," Betsy said, "Can't we do something about him? You know, help him settle

suddenly feeling even shyer. "I mean, I guess I could, um, take care of it. If

alright, I've

And Betsy had found my accelerator. I groaned as my sister grabbed hold. It felt better than anything I'd ever experienced. The combination of the buildup of the last week, the situation itself, even

of the pjs, tightly. Smiling

"Feels good?" Betsy asked.

little tight,"

grip. "I've never actually touched one,

touching it," I said,

Betsy said. She reached into my fly and

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Holy fuck.

Really. But after all the arousal I had saved up and compared to the

cock and giggled with delight. "Oh wow. OK. That's awesome," she said. She slowly manipulated my cock while she dipped her head to examine

said, my breath tight while my overeager sister lightly squeezed my

I gasped out

I'll be careful," Betsy said. She gave a little shiver, and I couldn't tell if it was the

was skin on skin. For a girl that was always cold, Betsy's hand felt plenty warm wrapped around my shaft. She held it there, tight, then

"What?"

spit?" Betsy asked, "So we can get back to

"You honestly don't know?"

rude," Betsy said, "I've heard about this stuff, watched a

nodded, doing my best to keep my expression neutral. My sister was holding

how to move her fist up and down. Betsy