Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Too Far: >1

Personally, I blame my parents.

They were the ones who insisted that they needed privacy and banished us down to the finished basement with its old, smelly carpeting and busted up furniture. It was our parents who decided that cable was a huge ripoff and Netflix was a scam, leaving us to explore the depths and dangers of broadcast television. And It was our parents who said -- even though I was a senior in high school and Emily was a freshman in college -- that we weren't allowed to go out unsupervised. It's like they wanted us to get into trouble.

Emily and I were sitting on the couch in the basement, TV on in the background, talking about stuff that we probably shouldn't have been. Despite being older than me by a year, my big sister Emily was tiny next to me. She had light brown hair down to her shoulders. A perky little nose that turned up just slightly at the end. A wicked, sensuous smile.

Emily was telling me about college -- she went to state school but Mom and Dad made her live at home. That whole trust thing again. She talked about classes and friends and, of course, boys. I asked her if she was seeing anyone and she said

no.

"How can I with Mom and Dad's rules?" Emily asked, "What about you, Ryan? Breaking any high school girls' hearts?"

"Obviously not," I said, "I'm living with the same bullshit you are."

"Seriously," Emily said, "All I've got in my life is porn, plus Rosy Palms and her five little sisters."

If I'd been drinking, I'd have done a spit take. My big sister said what?

"Oh come on," Emily said, "You can't tell me you don't do it, too. Plus you're a boy. I bet if you don't jerk it at least twice a day your head just pops off."

I did it

"See?" Emily said.

"And you?" I asked.

blushed. "I do it enough," Emily said, "OK,

at that and Emily did too. It was a nervous laugh. Like edging water from a hose,

the basement watching old game shows and talking about

Emily said. She reached over and touched my arm. In that moment it felt as intimate as if she'd grabbed my dick. "Your dirty blonde hair. Big green eyes. You have

a date, let alone bring her home,"

the one who's going

You're fucking gorgeous. If you think my green eyes are so great, well, you've got the same ones. Your lips are so pink and kissable. And your body. I mean, wow."

you are. The way you always outwork everyone else. Any guy would be lucky to

"Exactly."

Emily asked, "Not to my brother. But if you put your, like, guy goggles

then slowly studied my sister from head to toe. "Yup,

saying if you saw me naked,

sweatpants and a beat

sister had always been a bit of a risk taker. One of the reasons she didn't have a car, that Mom actually dropped her off at school

you might give me a more honest appraisal?" Emily asked. She didn't even wait for my response, just ripped her t-shirt over her head. Now my big sister was sitting in front of me in only a thin, white bra. Without the shirt, I saw that she'd sold her breasts short. They

"Your turn," Emily said.

door at the top that my father insisted had to stay closed at all times when we were downstairs. In fact, my parents never even came down there -- they'd always just knock and yell if they needed