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."

to kiss her, but

friend. He's kind of getting in

very shy. "Well, if you want to go back to your bedroom,

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

even shyer. "I mean, I guess I

I've got

my accelerator. I groaned as my sister grabbed hold. It felt better than anything I'd ever experienced. The combination of the buildup

the fabric of the

"Feels good?" Betsy asked.

a little tight,"

She loosened her grip. "I've never

not actually touching it," I said, before I could stop

my fly and pulled

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Holy fuck.

swear. I have a perfectly normal sized dick. Really. But after all the arousal I had saved up and compared to the petite hand that was holding it, I

with delight. "Oh wow. OK. That's awesome," she said. She slowly manipulated my

tight while my

gasped out

and I couldn't tell if it was the usual chill or

Betsy's hand felt plenty warm wrapped around my

"What?"

do I make it spit?" Betsy asked, "So we can

"You honestly don't know?"

a few videos, but it always seems simpler than

to keep my expression neutral. My sister was holding my cock

my sister's and showed her, gently, how to move her fist up and down. Betsy nodded, earnestly. The