Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Fuck: You Owe Me: 8

It was a little after two in the morning when Chris awoke. He looked over at the clock, saw the time, and wondered how long he'd been asleep for.

He could feel Laura beside him; she lay curled in the fetal position with her back to him. For a second he panicked. What if one of their parents came had come in to say goodnight and found her there? Or what if his mother came in the next morning to kiss him goodbye on her way to work? How awkward would that be? Would either of them be upset?

He watched her body rise and fall, listened to the sounds of her breathing. She was lying on his outstretched arm and her hand was still holding his. They'd fallen asleep

that way.

Their post-fooling-around conversation had touched him deeply. And he realized, laying there beside her, that he wasn't just sexually attracted to Laura anymore; he was legitimately attracted to her. In fact, every passing second was one where he thought less of her as his stepsister and more as Laura, the girl he shared a bathroom with and who could make him smile with barely a breath of effort.

He brought his other arm around her; he could still smell the jasmine in her hair and he held her tight. That was when he remembered - they were both naked from the waist down. She hadn't been wearing underwear when she'd come to his room last night, and the course of events had caused his lower attire to be quickly discarded to the floor. And now, her navy blue "wISH AWAY" shirt had bunched up around her smooth tummy, and his limp member was firmly between her tight butt cheeks.

Involuntarily, his hips pressed against her, and Laura responded in her sleep by arching her back away from him and forcing her bottom into his groin. His hand slid over her smooth tummy, playing with her belly button. And though he could feel blood lazily being shunted to his crotch, he felt no desire rising within him. Just peace. He just wanted to hold her and feel her warmth against him.

U2 was still softly playing over the stereo. "One love, one life..."

And holding her in his arms, he fell back to sleep.

------ When he woke next, daylight streamed through his windows. He blinked groggily in the light, realizing he'd forgotten to pull his blinds shut. As his eyes adjusted, he could see the snow-covered tips of conifers through the windowpanes, along with the side of the neighbor's house.

He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and the puffiness from his cheeks. He stretched vigorously, his hand falling to Laura beside him.

Only she wasn't there.

He looked over and indeed the bed was empty except for him. Half awake, he didn't quite understand, and he looked around the room, expecting to find her... somewhere. He wasn't exactly lucid.

Then he heard the shower running in the bathroom. He looked at his clock; it was going on ten o'clock. Wow. He'd slept a while. He wondered when Laura had gotten up. Not long ago. He knew she liked to start her days with showers.

Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he again noticed that all he was wearing was his t-shirt. Though alone in the room, he still held the covers over his lower half. It was always interesting to him how protective and embarrassed people could be about their bodies at the strangest times. He had no problem being seen by Laura last night, but alone in his room he covered himself.

from the waste down, he walked over and picked it up. "Hello?" It was less a greeting and more a hoarse

better be hung over," said the voice on the other line. It was Simon, Chris's long

What are

"It's Saturday morning, Chris."

Chris yawned. "Yeah?"

do we do Saturday

was suddenly alert. "Ah, shit. I'm sorry, man,

coffee and get your ass over here." Saturday mornings, Chris and Simon refereed indoor soccer games. Sunday nights, they played. "Alright, ten

about

movement in one of the neighbor's windows. When he looked closer, he saw that it was Rebecca, the neighbor's daughter and Laura's

since they'd moved into the development. She was nice, had a good sense of humor, and was one of the best flutists their high school had ever produced. He was as surprised as anyone when she turned down countless scholarships to music schools so that she could pursue a career in psychology. She was smart, funny, and, by all

up from the mirror, walking out of sight. Thinking nothing of it, he again started to turn away when she suddenly returned to the window, only now she

wasn't

was too far away for him to see any details, but when she knocked her comb off the dresser and bent over to pick it up, her ass facing out the window at him, his eyes still popped open even though he couldn't really see anything.

to find Laura standing in the bathroom doorway of his room. "Hi, um" - his hands shot to his crotch - "th-there's a, uh, a

is where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience—all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! She was wearing her own white bathrobe and her hair was still wet from the shower. She smiled at his awkwardness

to the side, away from Rebecca's window, hoping Laura wouldn't notice. When she looked out, he frowned.

his hands and her smile

much," he said, going to his dresser and grabbing his

arms around his waist and hugging him tight. "Thanks again for last

"No problem."

"I had fun."

"Me too."

seize him. He stopped changing.

the black pants up the rest of the way, but

even for

smiled, shaking his

him a light squeeze and he felt his cock stiffen a little. "You sure?" She started kissing