Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

My Special Heat:>Ep13

And her pussy. I'd seen it before, far closer than this. But framed by her totality, it seemed ever more incredible. Full, pouting lips. That tuft of dark hair. Warm, wanting, welcoming.

I could have stared at her for hours like that. It may have been hours for all the time that I spent sitting there, agape. I wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come. I had to hope that the look on my face, the clear appearance of supplicant worship, would be enough for my sister would understand.

Something must have been communicated, because Betsy reached her hand down to me -- like God reaching to Adam in the Sistine Chapel.

"Come here," she said, and pulled me up to the bed. I lay back on the comforter, the softness of the mattress feeling like a cloud after the hard, scratchy floor. Betsy climbed over me. Her large breasts hung over my chest. Her body loomed. "Betsy, you're so..." Again I tried to say something, to describe my utter awe at her. There wasn't a word for it, and I stumbled.

My sister touched her finger to my nose. Kissed me lightly on the lips. Her warmth settled into me. Her strength surrounded me. Her soft body drew me in.

"Cold," she said. Just one word.

I held my sister tight to me. Rubbed my hands up her bare back, her bottom. We rolled to the side, like a single being, and pulled the covers over us. I swear my sister's eyes were so bright, they lit the darkness.

My sister kissed me, hard. Wrapped her arms around my back. I felt something warm and wet on the base of my cock. Kind of scratchy. I realized that Betsy's bare pussy was now right on top of my hardness. Rubbing slightly.

I reached between us and gripped her breasts. They overflowed my palms. Her nipples nipping at my skin. I held them aloft in wonder, slowly manipulating my fingers on her flesh. I doubt it felt very good for her, but I didn't care. The feel of her tits in my hand was too much for me to let go of.

was no pretending here. No acting like it was an accident. Betsy was going to get off on my dick

was my own

Betsy's boobs wasn't enough, you see. When you have glorious tits like those within reach, you have to try for more than just touch. I lifted my sister by the shoulders and slid her up. Moved my own body

suckled. Betsy groaned in appreciation. Maybe I wasn't the master of her body in that moment, but I'd

Betsy's thighs while I

been rubbing on. Only this time, my dick had flopped into a different position. So, when my baby sister slid down, my cock wasn't under her at all. In case it's not evident, I was so

sliding a greased-up grape into a rain-slicked tube. Almost too effortless. I felt the heat of Betsy's pussy

I said. A

for a moment I thought the madness had cleared. She lifted up slightly and I felt myself overwhelmed by the deluge of relief and disappointment. My sister caught my eye. Fuck she was gorgeous. I realized I'd rested my hands on her hips and, damn me, I squeezed

hung down over my chest, sheened with sweat. Her neck muscles ropy tight. Inexorably, she let me lower her back down on my dick. Till I was buried completely in my sister's wanting cunt. As soon as we made contact, as we

I asked. I knew it was my sister's first time. I assumed as much, anyway. The smooth slide into her pussy made me wonder if she'd opened that box before, but everything I knew told me I'd taken my sister's virginity. Betsy shook her head vigorously. She was feeling no

I asked. She

a warm house in the middle of a state famous for heat. But still my sister shook

one. She rested her head in the crook of my neck. For a moment, I remembered back to how we would be in a similar spot

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sister shook me off. She sat up, abruptly. Body trembling. Shiny with sweat and amber from the windowlight. Breasts so perfectly voluptuous. The lips of