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."

All I could feel was every successive burst of semen. Each a slightly lower peak than the last. Finally,

distant. I could see my spend had truly spattered her. She was covered with my white stuff. But rather than be disgusted (as most of the girls I'd gone with would be), Betsy was running her hands

doing more than that. My sister was rubbing my sperm right into her bare skin. Like slathering on lotion. She lovingly spread my spend over her tummy, making sure every bit of it

again. Like a kind of mantra. "I didn't know it would feel

"You OK?" I asked.

Betsy nodded, absently. "You?"

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

what felt like the hundredth

"This is awesome. I didn't realize your cum would be like this. It's like covering

or thereabouts,"

don't think we even need to kiss anymore," Betsy

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I did. But

said, leaning down to kiss me on the cheek, "I'll need

grabbing her sweatshirt on the way out.

*

Betsy said, slapping her thighs like a little girl who was just told she couldn't get ice

around the house, so we'd yet to initiate our evening activities. Instead,

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 as always. And it really bothered her

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

said, "In the