Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Fuck: You Owe Me: 4

Back in his room, barely half an hour after masturbating with his stepsister, Chris was still a little disoriented.

He'd just jerked off in front of Laura. She'd fingered herself. She'd touched his cock. She'd licked his cock. Was any of this normal? Granted, they weren't related, but it still felt... taboo. He was sure he should feel guilty. But he didn't. Was that a good thing or a bad thing?

Downstairs, Laura was working on beef stroganoff wearing her jeans, her tank top, and a permanent smile. She kept thinking about the experience she just shared with her stepbrother. Laying between his legs, watching him stroke himself, she working her clit. Just thinking about it made her cheeks flush and she felt hot. And she had to laugh, too. She was giddy. And she still couldn't believe she'd tasted his precum. She'd just been overcome with desire.

She found something liberating in not thinking rationally, not questioning or doubting. She hadn't thought. She'd just done. And she felt really, really good about it, too. Like she'd found a new purchase on her life, a new sense of control and confidence.

She felt sexy. And she liked it.

Except for the sideways grins Laura and Chris kept shooting back and forth, dinner was uneventfully normal. Lucy, Chris's mother, had had a bad day at work and wasn't saying much. She was a trial lawyer; a lot of people thought that sounded more exciting than it really was: she was in environmental law. Right now, she was tied up in litigation with a local warehouse. Chris was actually surprised she was home tonight. Lately she'd had so much work she'd been sleeping at the office.

Jack, Laura's father, was the curator of the art museum. At the moment, he was gabbing about a new Van Gogh exhibit coming to town next week. Normally, whenever a new exhibit was coming, Laura was all over her dad to take her. Van Gogh wasn't one of her favorites, however, so she was on autopilot, smiling and nodding when appropriate.

Mainly, she was thinking about Chris sitting across from her. He normally didn't smell this good. He must've been wearing cologne, and it was driving her crazy. She wasn't entirely sure why but she had a pretty good idea the earlier events of the afternoon had something to do with it.

She smiled to herself, remembering how good it felt having a secret.

Across the table, Chris was also zoning out. He was so focused on his stepsister. Every move, bite of food, sigh, sound, shift, cough. He couldn't stop thinking about earlier. He kept remembering the feel of her hand, the smell of her perfume, the softness of her tongue, the wetness of her hand. While he still wasn't sure if he should feel guilty, he sure as hell felt like seconds.

Since Laura had cooked, it was up to Chris to clean. Jack and Lucy retreated to the family room to watch Jeopardy. Laura had gone up to her room to do some homework. Secretly, Chris had hoped she might stay and help him with the dishes, but since he hadn't helped her with dinner, he couldn't really blame her.

He was just finishing with the crock-pot when he smelled a familiar fragrance. Then he felt two hands slide onto his shoulders. "How's it going?" Laura said, her face moving in beside his.

"A few more left. Hey, great dinner."

She smiled happily. "You liked?"

"Yeah. Beef was fantastic."

still waiting on

the roll of his eyes. "Wow. Okay. Didn't know you were that corny." He pulled the clean crock-pot from the sink. "But I gotta be

down to a whisper, sensual against his ear. "I know better than you." He felt her lick his

Lucy from the family room. "Law & Order's coming on. You gonna

Laura knew their parents couldn't see them, so Laura answered, quick and smooth. "No, thanks. Chris is

family room, Lucy shrugged. "Suit

shuffle as he looked up from

stifled their laughter as they headed upstairs. "Where do you wanna do it?" Chris asked, then quickly added, "Your homework. Where do you wanna do your homework?" He said it loud enough for their parents to

giggled. "Your

"Seems only fair."

into her room, closing the door. Chris went over to his room, put on a U2 playlist of mp3's, and hopped on the

was decked out with a large plasma screen and surround sound. Jack was nuts about plasma technology, but when it came to Chris and Laura's rooms, he let them pick their TV's. Laura the photographer was partial to LCD's. Chris just got what she got. And Lucy couldn't care less. She was barely home enough to

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be with her again, but what if they got caught? Would their parents care? Would they be angry? Was there anything for them to care or be angry about? Everyone got along - Lucy liked Laura and Jack liked Chris. Were they potentially ruining

he heard a knock on the bathroom door. His and Laura's rooms were connected by their own bathroom. "It's open," he said, his

her pajamas which were basically nothing more than an oversized navy blue t-shirt that said "wISH AWAY" across the chest. She'd found it in a store selling discount clothes for overweight women. She'd thought it

heart beat a little faster. "Wow," he said, as she

and all for comments. The shirt came down around her thighs and her legs were so silky smooth and uniformly tan. Most of her friends thought she went tanning, but it was just how she looked. Naturally amazing. He couldn't tell if

comes up?" He was talking about their parents.

through the bathroom,

was a thinker. He may have had the better grades, but she

sat down next to him. "I still can't believe what

the computer and set