Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

My Special Heat:>Ep12

Again, the greens went down the court and scored. This time, Betsy reached under the blanket and shimmied her butt. I couldn't see anything, but a moment later, her grey sweatpants fell in a limp pile on the tile floor of the TV room. Stupidly, I turned to my sister. "If we keep going like this, we're going to be naked pretty quick," I said.

"And that's a problem because why?"

She had a point there.

The oranges tried to answer once again, but the greens got a steal and dropped a layup the other way. I stared at my sister expectantly and she didn't disappoint. She took off her long sleeve shirt, revealing the bright, scarlet straps of what I assumed was another conservatively cut bra.

I couldn't see for sure because the blanket was there, but there was a very good chance that my sister was wearing nothing but underwear now. Amazing to think after everything we'd done, but if I moved the covers, it would be the closest to naked that I'd ever seen her. And boy-oh-boy did I want to see that.

It wasn't just hormones (although yeah, lots of that too). I had this intense curiosity about Betsy's body, all only amplified by the partial reveals I'd seen so far. I knew she was in good shape because of all the running she'd done in high school. I had a sense of her sexiness because of the glimpses I'd gotten to that point. But the full reveal, the total package, had yet to be uncovered. And now I wanted it so badly it hurt.

But Betsy's team went on a run. And in short order the imbalance tipped the other way. I went from mostly clothed to completely naked, while my sister was still quite covered. She didn't even move the blanket -- she could have been wearing a full snowsuit under there. I could never be quite sure.

It wasn't fair. Betsy had already seen me completely naked, and far more exposed than this. Although, I have to admit there was something quite exciting about being bare on the couch. The leather cushions were sticky, and the room felt oddly cool, but the thought of being caught made me nervous in a way that also turned me on.

The game went to a TV timeout. I didn't know what would happen when they came back. I had to hope, desperately, that my team would score, and I'd at least earn the hint that my sister was stripping down. Would she take away the blanket? Or would she tease me even more?

would happen if Betsy's team kept going? I had nothing left to take off.

That she wasn't winging it the same way I was. Somehow, I was convinced Betsy had the path cleared, and all I had to do was follow the way. Although, based on

As I'd suspected, my little sister was down to a cherry red bra and matching panties. Both of them

taut tummy, the little divot of her bellybutton. Her shoulders and hips. Nothing all that untoward. Less than you'd see in a

act of it felt so brazen I could barely breathe. I didn't notice my own nakedness, my dick standing so straight it could warn ships from the shore. I was so

grabbed the remote and switched off the TV. Betsy grinned at me. A giddy, goofy kind of happy that was right on the edge

I asked, continuing my tradition of saying dumb things

be warm soon

I had to do was catch her. I

top, I lunged and got told of her ankle. My sister tumbled to the ground, and I fell with her, my elbows and knees scraping on the carpet like it was made of little

of us paused mid-chase. We looked back at my parents' bedroom, our eyes

I used my grip on her ankle as purchase and pulled myself up closer to her. "Brandon," she said my name like a prayer, "Bran.

me to keep going. I interpreted it the way I wanted. I felt the muscles of my sister's legs under my fingertips. The wondrous curves of her calves and thighs. Smooth, soft, yet also strong. Responsive. Again, almost hot to the touch.

forbidden. I hooked my fingers into the material and slowly pulled it down. Practically

to her knees before she could say anything. But

said.