Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

My Special Heat:>Ep10

"Of course I do, you're my sister." "Not love. Love."

"I don't think so," I said, after some consideration. To be honest it wasn't all that clear cut. Love isn't a switch that's either on or off. There are all sorts of in-between spots we don't have words for. I didn't feel about Betsy what I thought love would feel like (I wasn't naive enough to think I'd ever been in love with any of my previous girlfriends), so I figured I was probably OK saying 'no.'

"Right," Betsy said, "It's functional. You're keeping me warm, that's all."

And so I let my little sister triumph. Like I said, I was rooting for her to win. Besides, I was moving out of the house in a few months anyway. So even if things were progressing a bit further than they should, it wouldn't matter for too much longer. What's a bit of oral between blood relatives, after all?

Betsy's smiled, warmly, but then she shivered. "Good. Because I need another dose before I freeze to death."

We both lay back on the bed. I pulled the covers over us. Betsy nestled in the crook of my shoulder. I tilted my head and kissed her. I assumed, if it was all transactional as my sister claimed, that she would start pushing me to produce my precious fluids. Instead, though, Betsy lay back and let us share in each other.

I tried to think of a time when I'd felt this connected, this safe, with another human being. I'd been close with Melissa, yes, but it was only a physical adjacency. My previous girlfriends had been high school trifles or after party hookups, nothing even worth considering. This was on a totally different scale from either of those experiences.

Because it was Betsy, the girl I'd grown up with, we already had that emotional connection. I wasn't caught up in my concerns because our relationship was already well-defined. Concurrently, that closeness should have also made the physical aspect more upsetting. But whatever unnatural, naughty feelings our make out session brought out in me, they only amplified the experience. Heightened it. Like the difference between acoustic and electric. Everything was just more.

my bare chest and straight down the front of my bottoms.

ready to come out and play. You want to do that big guy? Give me

I kicked them the rest of the way off. Now I was completely naked in bed with my baby sister, my

slipped past me, grabbed my dick, and steered it straight into her mouth. At that point, I couldn't complain about our outfit imbalance. She could have kicked me in the shins and I wouldn't have said a word. My sister didn't just suck my dick, she worked at it. Put the job blowjob I suppose. She wasn't satisfied to repeat the same actions from before, either. She added all new possibilities and permutations -- kissing,

I

"Bets, I'm almost..."

my words were obvious and inevitable. I

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my spend shot into my sister's waiting mouth. She grunted and coughed on the first blast, but happily gulped the rest as I emptied myself. The ecstasy was wonderfully familiar, yet freshly intense. Betsy sat back on her haunches and wiped her

still

she rocked herself back and

staring up at my sister, it was almost as overwhelming as my orgasm. I knew I wanted to show her how good she'd made me feel. How amazing it was to be the object of her efforts. I could only settle on a single thing. Before Betsy could react, I leapt up and tackled her to the bed. She shrieked (hopefully not too loudly) in surprise as both of us bounced on the mattress. I held her body tight in my arms and began lightly kissing her lips. Her face, her neck. Betsy was so overwhelmed, she seemed unable to select a reaction -- so she had them all. My sister laughed, ticklish. Screeched, uncomfortable. Groaned, aroused. Words barely able to surface as I worshipped

"Bran, what are you...?"

could get hold of and ripped it down her