Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Too Far: 4

Life started to intrude, as well. I was a month from graduation and I still hadn't heard about my scholarship. It made me stressed and mopey which just sucked away my energy for sex. Emily wasn't around often enough for it to matter, anyway. Finals hit hard and she basically disappeared from the basement. She was either studying in her room or at the college library and I almost never saw her.

I knew it was OK, that it was just a thing we had to go through, but one night I got scared. I knocked on her door and she let me in. Her room was covered in dirty clothes and discarded paper plates -- the bed, the floor, everywhere. Emily was wearing a big maroon sweatshirt with grey sweatpants. She had her glasses on, which I almost never saw. She barely looked up from her book when I walked in. We talked for a second, just about boring stuff, and then Emily asked if I wanted anything because otherwise she was busy. With the clock ticking I managed to just spit it out.

"Emily I know you're super busy and if that's all it is that's fine I'm just worried. Are we breaking up?"

"What?" my sister said, looking at me for the first time, "No. Don't be ridiculous."

So I let her get back to studying. But I swore I heard her crying as I closed the door behind me.

*

It was the middle of May. A drippy, dreary day that seemed to demand everyone stay inside. My Mom was upstairs making dinner and my Dad was in the dining room doing a work thing.

Finals were over. Emily was still sweating out test scores, but her time was, once again, her own. I'd gotten the scholarship and I'd be starting at Messiah in the fall. We would still be close enough to see each other -- it was only a three hour drive away but still.

For what felt like the first time in forever, my sister had joined me down in what I'd come to think of as our 'playroom.' The basement was lousy when it rained -- it felt damp and stank of mildew, so we sat fully clothed on the couch, wrapped in a heavy knit blanket.

We hadn't fucked in days -- really hadn't been regular for weeks. By this point, my balls had been trained to produce multiple loads of cum for my sister every day. Now it was all just building up in there. Worse, my cock had grown accustomed to Emily's pussy (and her mouth, and her hands, and her tits). Jerking off felt strangely empty and unsatisfying.

All this meant that my testicles were incredibly tender. I had to sit in a certain way just to keep from hurting myself. Emily seemed fidgety, as well. She kept shifting position and making these little frustrated grunts. But neither of us suggested doing anything. Not even a wink or a playful grope. And so we just stared mutely at the TV as I flipped the channels.

As I said, my parents wouldn't pay for cable so we just got broadcast down there. We had all the basic stuff plus these strange, sub-channels that would play, say, three hour marathons of Night Court or all the Robert DeNiro movies that weren't good.

never seen it so we watched. The movie had that saturated look from old color movies and the red of James Dean's jacket seem like the

that's not enough. They agree to race each other, heading toward a cliff. Whoever jumps out first is 'chickie.' They line up all the other cars and flip on the lights. Each guy gets some

the movie to this point, but when we got to this scene she leaned forward. She just stared, enraptured, as the two cars took off. The cliff got closer. Dean's rival, Buzz, got caught on the door and couldn't escape in time. While Dean rolled to safety, Buzz's car went over the

"I want

play chickie?" I asked, a little nervous about what my sister

Emily said, "That would be

way to get killed,"

everything is at stake -- your family, your friends, your life -- but you race towards it anyway. Knowing in your heart that you'll have to stop at some point. But driving like you never will. Finding that point where your

not exactly selling

feel it? We're trapped in this antiseptic life where even if we wanted things to go wrong our parents wouldn't allow it.

"I think. But it also seems kind

point," Emily said, "To be frightened. To live

you go over the

stop. But in that moment. Wow.

planned on getting out of the car before he went over the cliff, too. But I didn't say

and a t-shirt to completely naked. Without thinking I did the same. It felt like ages since I'd seen

condom," I said, but Emily grabbed my wrist again and shook her head. She pointed for me to lay down on the shag carpet. My penis pointed up proudly, as hard

down. Leaned forward and kissed me on

both going to do something risky. We're going to

she reached back, took my bare cock in hand, and aimed

"If you put me in without

sit there. Neither of us moves. We just wait until one of us loses

Emily. This... This really is too far now. I mean if I get you pregnant,