Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

My Special Heat:>Ep7

Betsy nodded, her face very serious. She reached down for the bottom of her sweatshirt. She pulled it off, revealing a light blue tee. Betsy took that off as well. I was reminded of the old kid's magician trick of revealing an endless rainbow of ribbons. How far down did all this go?

Finally, Betsy was down to just her bra. It was pink and lacy, nothing racy at all. A full cup that pretty much covered whatever chest my sister might have had. But what was revealed was more than exciting enough: my sister's surprisingly fit, flat tummy and the beginnings of curvy hips. I was beginning to realize that Betsy's body was something far more exciting than what I'd surmised based on her all-covering outfits.

"Hi," Betsy said, seeing me stare.

"Sorry," I said.

A cute little smirk snuck across Betsy's lips. "Let's get back to it, OK?"

I nodded.

The little break had not flagged my flagpole erection one bit. I was at full mast and ready, at any moment, for the big, final fireworks show.

Betsy licked her palm again and started stroking. I think she could sense that the end was near because she started working me with a confident abandon. Her movements almost wild as she worked me over.

All that stimulation -- the build of the last week, the makeout sessions, seeing Betsy nearly topless -- it all came to a head in five, quick strokes.

"Bets," I got out the warning just in time, "Gonna..."

My cock swelled. My balls leapt. A fountain of fertility rocketed out of my cock, filling me with ecstatic pleasure. I'm pretty sure I shouted as it went -- the release of endorphins, of my copious cum, overwhelming. As I writhed in pleasure, I distantly heard my sister cry out. "Oh! So hot."

could feel was every successive burst of semen. Each a slightly lower peak

sitting in the same position as before. Her eyes were distant. I could see my spend had truly spattered her. She was covered with my white stuff. But

sperm right into her bare skin. Like slathering on lotion. She lovingly spread my spend over

warm," she said, repeating those words again and again. Like a kind of mantra. "I didn't

"You OK?" I asked.

Betsy nodded, absently. "You?"

yes," I said. I hadn't meant it to come out like that, but it

I said, for what felt like the

awesome. I didn't realize your cum would be like this. It's like covering myself in

degrees, or

comfy now, I don't think we

us for

handjob? Damn straight I did. But I felt like

to kiss me on the cheek, "I'll

out of my room, grabbing her sweatshirt on the way out. I had no trouble

*

not fair," Betsy said, slapping her thighs like a little girl who was just told

so we'd yet to initiate our evening activities. Instead, we gave each other little teasing touches underneath the blanket. Pokes to

Instead, we enjoyed each other's company. The way we played and flirted, it felt more like an evening with a girlfriend than a sibling. I was certainly fine with that. Betsy, however, was full of complaints. Despite her discovery from the previous night, she'd woken up as cold

mean, it felt better than any sweater I'd ever

Dad," I said,