Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

My Special Heat:>Ep16

"Do you know why I like to steal your father's cookies?" Mom asked.

I shrugged. I had some theories, but I didn't think it was a good idea for me to guess.

"I could rationalize it and say that they're tasty, and it's true that they are. Or I could say that your dad doesn't share them, and he doesn't, and so I'm just getting what's mine. But the truth is, if he offered them to me, I'd probably turn him down. Here's the thing -- sometimes it's fun to do something a bit naughty. I'm not stealing a car or hurting anyone. It's just a bit of a thrill. And I can tell you, I'm definitely enjoying myself."

Mom took a voracious bite of a cookie, brown crumbs falling onto the floor. She giggled and went back to making dinner.

*

In the end, I caved because I knew I'd cave. I decided that, so long as I was able to avoid any real consequences, that this was nothing but (as Mom had said) harmless fun.

I had plenty of condoms sitting around, waiting to be used. In the heat of the evening before, I'd forgotten about them. But that didn't mean I couldn't apply them now. So, I collected a couple and left them on my nightstand for later that night.

Now that basketball season was well and truly over, Betsy and I didn't have an excuse to sit together on the couch. Not that we needed it anymore. Instead, we wandered aimlessly around the house after dinner until my parents went to bed. Once we were sure enough time had passed, we raced right up the stairs.

We trampled over each other, barely bothering to keep quiet. My sister's lips were on mine before I shut the bedroom door. Our clothes were on the floor soon after.

Again, I marveled at the body my sister had been hiding all that time. Her overlarge breasts and wide hips. She undid her braid and her brown hair spilled out, it was almost as alluring as her naked body, itself. Almost. Betsy started giggling as we fell onto the bed. She cackled as she kissed me, rubbing her body against mine. She laughed hysterically as she reached back for my dick.

No foreplay now. No build and tease. We'd reached the top of the mountain, so why waste time climbing it all over again?

"This is so good, I'm never going to stop," Betsy said, "It feels so awesome and then after..." She sighed. "Fuck." As if that word meant everything.

"I like being with you, too," I said. It was so mechanical, my sister cocked her eyebrow at me. "But we need this."

best I could and grabbed the packet of condoms from my nightstand. Betsy's eyes went

do that!" she said. Her horrified reaction was almost comical. "Your magic man-thing needs to be

Magic man-thing?

special soldier," Betsy said, "Your tower of power. That big, beautiful brother-cock that makes me feel so good. I need to feel him, not some plastic-covered replacement. I could use my dildo to feel that." My eyes went wide. My sister

vibrator or whatever," Betsy said, "If I wanted. But

I let the condom sit, unused, on my

Betsy cried out. "That's the whole point! Your special sauce makes me feel so warm. I need it inside me so my body can gobble

want to yell, but at that point I didn't know what else to do. "If we keep doing this, you know, this way, you're going to get pregnant. That can't

"You're right, It can't."

mean and came up empty. As far as I knew, going bareback

very much can if we're not careful,"

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careful," Betsy said. Again, she reached for my dick and slotted it at her sex. Very much the opposite of what she

pill," I said, "We'll hold off. We

stop lowering herself onto

Betsy said. She seemed to be doing the math in

sure?" I asked. I know,

Then she ended the argument by dropping herself straight down on my

sister's body wrapped itself around my cock. She could have sat there, unmoving, for hours and it would have been the best thing I'd ever felt. Instead, Betsy began riding up and down my dick The pleasure thrummed through me in

of what we were doing had finally reached her mind.

Betsy said,

had the perfect ass? Well, Betsy had the perfect ass -- round, full and firm. I grabbed hold of her cheeks so hard it had to hurt, but she didn't do anything but wriggle her backside in

knees, lined myself up, and plunged back into Betsy's soft, tight pussy. It felt

to swell, filling with the force of a thousand terrible consequences about to burst

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