Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

My Special Heat:>Ep8

Both of us rumbled into my room, shutting the door behind us. I stripped off my clothes, but rather than bother with the pjs, I stayed naked. I climbed onto my bed and lay down on top of the covers.

Betsy, to my surprise, stripped off her sweatshirt and other layers above her waist. She was wearing another full cup bra, a blue one. I couldn't tell too much, but it sure seemed like her chest greatly outstripped her flat, tight tummy. Betsy crawled onto the bed, like a stalking cat, and started to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around her back, feeling her bare skin. It felt electric, illicit, like I was getting away with something even more forbidden than making out with my sister. I had access to something that no one had ever seen, let alone felt.

Betsy writhed against me. She held my head, tight, as she pressed her lips to mine. My hardness, naturally, slotted itself between her soft, sweatpants-covered legs. My sister ground herself into my cock.

Finally, we broke apart. Betsy gave me a wild grin, then sat up. Without warning, she grabbed my dick and started stroking it up and down. Despite my release the day before, I was no less hard and ready.

"I wish it lasted longer," Betsy said, thoughtfully, while she worked me up and down.

It took me a moment to realize she meant the heat of my ejaculate, and not anything else.

"There's not much I can do about that," I said.

"No, I know," Betsy said, "I just feel that with the hugging and kissing. Now this. We're so close to solving this puzzle, I swear."

"Have you tried using the boomerang together with the torch and the bombs?"

dick. Her face turned super serious. "I want to be warm. For one day. Is that really

if lying back and letting my sister give me a handjob was the

my skin, but after it just..." Betsy stopped mid-sentence.

"What's up?"

idea," Betsy said, "Will you let me try

Betsy could be taking us down, I realized, and most of them did not end well. I had the upsetting picture in my head of her tying me to a skateboard, lighting a rocket, and sending me down a steep hill to my doom. As if my sister were Wile E.

my apprehension. "In fact, I'm

sure the last time you told me that, you tried to feed me

and exhaled, loudly. "Just lie

down and kissed me on the mouth. Again, I was overwhelmed by it. Not only the feel of her lips but the strawberry scent of her hair. The way it felt very much

back later. My ears and my neck. Down the center of my chest. As her mouth got closer to my dick, it became pretty clear

lips made contact with my cock. It was only a kiss, but already

sister slowly pecked her way around my

her lips, "My girlfriends said it was gross,

Again, I didn't know what part of my brain was sending out these stupid sayings, but the rest

gave my comment the disdainful look it deserved. But then she gripped my dick and steered