Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

My Special Heat:>Ep15

I woke up freezing cold.

I was naked in bed, covered in the comforter. No different than my usual morning. Yet I was shivering. Shaking. I got up and got dressed, quick as I could. But it wasn't enough. I dug through my drawers and found a pair of jeans and a long sleeve sweater from a long-forgotten high school trip to New York City. Still, I wrapped my arms around myself.

For a moment, I thought I might have a fever, but I checked my temperature, and it was fine. I went downstairs, the thermostat was the same 68 degrees, as always. Yet why was I so cold?

But that was only the first surprise of my morning. The second was waiting for me outside the house. I was in the kitchen eating breakfast when I saw it, saw her, out the window. I couldn't believe my eyes.

I raced to the backyard. It was a sunny Saturday morning. While I didn't feel it, I could tell that it was warm. There, lying back in the blue waters of our backyard swimming pool, wearing a bright green bikini(?!), was my sister.

Betsy was laying back on an inflatable pool chair. Her head lolled back. Skin glistening with sweat. She looked amazing, of course. But that wasn't what had me frazzled.

When Betsy saw me, she gave me a broad grin. She tipped herself out of the floater and swam up to the side of the pool. Her perfect body sluicing through the water like a mermaid.

"Come join me!" she said folding her arms on the edge, "The water's amazing!"

We'd been living in Florida our whole lives. I think I'd seen my sister in a bathing suit maybe three times, and always a one piece that covered as much skin as possible. And she'd never gone even near the pool. Yet there she was, kicking her shapely legs through the water like it was nothing.

"Aren't you cold?" I asked, shivering for emphasis.

Betsy giggled. "Are you kidding? This is the warmest I've felt in years!"

My sister spent the whole morning enjoying the pool -- swimming and lounging in the water like it was her natural environment. I sat by the side near our little glass coffee table and stared at her. Was Betsy possessed? Replaced by an alien doppelganger? I couldn't explain it, so I watched, waiting for the first sign of danger.

some point Betsy must have slipped out of my bedroom during the night because we hadn't gotten caught. It was just the two of us on a Saturday morning. Me and the strange, summery being who

She ate ravenously, tearing through two sandwiches with pruney fingers. Dripping a puddle of water

the bikini, all of it -- I was struggling to process the night before. We hadn't crossed the line, we'd leapt over it, then run back and ripped the poor thing to shreds. With a girlfriend, a girl I was supposed to be having sex with, we'd have some kind of postmortem

was cold. I wondered if I could

wasn't it awesome?" Betsy said. She licked

it

Betsy said, hugging herself happily, "I can't

to react to that. I mean, I very much wanted to keep doing what we were doing. It was too incredible to not continue. But I knew that we should want to stop and being pulled between the

I'd much rather do it sooner, too," Betsy said, "But I want to give Brandon Junior some time to recover. And besides, I'm still comfortable. I want to save up and get the full

"Sure thing."

Betsy asked. "You've

OK," I said, holding back a

that a lot more,"

guess it's a good thing you're on protection," I said, "Or we'd be in

I'm not on the pill,"

ground and splattered on the

*

I am not that person. Instead, I spent the whole afternoon arguing with myself. It's not like I didn't know the right answer. It's

muttering to myself louder than I thought,

kitchen. She was in the middle of cooking dinner, and I was... Actually, I'm not sure what I was doing. Considering the consequences. Reasoning

fine," I said,

not like Dad had at all. Mom was smiling warmly. She had my sister's face, but a different

to figure stuff out," I said, before I stopped