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?"

clearly I've found the Master Sword," Betsy said, eyeing my dick. Her face turned super serious. "I want to be warm.

back and letting my sister give

my skin, but after it

"What's up?"

have an idea," Betsy said, "Will you

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

sensing my apprehension. "In fact,

sure the last time you told me that, you

exhaled, loudly.

but the strawberry scent of her hair. The way it felt very much like I was kissing a woman and yet also smooching my sister. A

so she could find her way 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 what she had in mind. And this, well, it was way better than a mudpie (better than being sent down

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

my pole. She dabbed her

"My girlfriends said it was gross, but I kinda like

to be sure," I said. Again, I didn't know what part of my brain was sending out these stupid sayings, but the rest of my

But then she gripped my dick and