Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

My Special Heat:>Ep6

Betsy practically tackledinto bed that night.

"Brrrrr," she said, gripping ontowith surprising strength, "I think Dad turned the A/C up or something."

She wasn't kidding about being cold, Betsy's whole body trembled as I pulled her close tounder the covers.

She was shivering like crazy, so bad we couldn't even kiss for a bit. Instead, she just held onto me, tight, like a

life raft in the ocean. Finally, | felt my little sister settle into her usual spot. Her head notched in the nook of my

neck. Hand rested on my bare chest. | squeezed her tight to me. She grippedback.

We stayed still for a bit, like savoring our connection. But soon enough we were back to kissing. | don't know how

these make out sessions started, honestly. We kind of slipped into them. A furtive glance. A shared look. Then

pow, duo- directional lipus-lockus.

Again, | stroked my sister's back. She ran her hand up and down my bare torso. Abruptly, | felt something bump

against my dick.

I haven't mentioned it to this point, mostly because | assumed it would be fairly obvious. But | was getting truly,

epically erect during these little pre-sleep sessions with my sister. | mean, hard as I'd ever felt. My balls would

ache like crazy, too, which was probably part of what was keepingup all night.

You'd assume, therefore, that after Betsy left or the next morning or whatever, that | would give myself some

relief. Except | couldn't. Because rubbing away my sibling-induced erection felt far too close to other, more

incestuous ideas. So, instead, | was in a constant state of pained, semi-arousal until Betsy and | were together.

Then I'd shift to an even more excruciating, completely unquantifiable level of aroused-out-of-my-mind.

To this point, however, Betsy and | had kept everything over the clothes and above the waist. My sister must

have gotten a little more enthusiastic than usual, reached a little further than she ordinarily might, and bumped

into my tumescent member. Considering how huge it felt between my legs -- like a fleshy, throbbing redwood

sprouting in the middle of Kansas -- I'm actually kind of surprised that this had never happened before. "Oh!"

Betsy squeaked, adorably. She flinched back from me. Her eyes were wide.

"Sorry," | said, "It's not. That is, I'm not. We're."

Betsy sawstruggling but instead of reaching out to help she sat back and watchedthrash. Sweet girl,

that. Glad we never went mountain climbing together, because I'd already be a black smudge on a rock by now.

"It's natural," | said, finally catching my rational mind, "A reaction to being here with a girl. Any girl."

"It's fine," Betsy said, shifting from a smirk to a friendly smile. "I understand. You can't control it."

"Right," | said, breathing normally for the first tin what felt like hours but had been less than a minute. "It's a

biological response. I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Betsy said. She rubbed my arm affectionately. "It's totally normal. I'm not upset, at all."

"Thanks," | said. | leaned over to kiss her, but Betsy slid back.

"It's just, well, as much as | can appreciate our happy little friend. He's kind of getting in the way of our warm-up

time," Betsy said.

"Oh," | said, suddenly feeling very shy. "Well, if you want to go back to your bedroom, | understand."

"I'm not nearly warm enough for that," Betsy said, "Can't we do something about him? You know, help him settle

in for the night?"

"OH!" | said, suddenly feeling even shyer. "I mean, | guess | could, um, take care of it. If you'll givea minute."

"That's, alright, I've got it."

My baby sister's hand shot out and grabbed my dick. It was over my pajamas. Far too sudden. And my sister. But

it didn't matter. It's like | was a supercharged engine waiting to leap off the starting line. And Betsy had found my

accelerator. | groaned as my sister grabbed hold. It felt better than anything I'd ever experienced. The

combination of the buildup of the last week, the situation itself, even the surprise of my sister -- it made the

experience feel more powerful than even intercourse. And Betsy hadn't even truly done anything yet.

My sister squeezed my member through the fabric of the pjs, tightly. Smiling sweetly the whole time.

"Feels good?" Betsy asked.

"It's a little tight," | said.

"Oops!" Betsy said. She loosened her grip. "I've never actually touched one, myself."

"You're not actually touching it," | said, before I could stop myself.

"True," Betsy said. She reached into my fly and pulled out my erect penis.

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Holy fuck.

I'm not that big, | swear. | have a perfectly normal sized dick. Really. But after all the arousal | had saved up and

compared to the petite hand that was holding it, | swear it looked like I'd been keeping a fleshy Eiffel Tower in my

pants this whole time.

Betsy took one look at my cock and giggled with delight. "Oh wow. OK. That's awesome," she said. She slowly

manipulated my cock while she dipped her head to examine it at every angle. "Those are your balls, right?"

"Yes," | said, my breath tight while my overeager sister lightly squeezed my scrotum. "Sensitive?"

"Yes," | gasped out again.

"OK, I'll be careful," Betsy said. She gave a little shiver, and | couldn't tell if it was the usual chill or more of an

incestuous thrill.

Again, my sister gripped my dick. But now it was skin on skin. For a girl that was always cold, Betsy's hand felt

plenty warm wrapped around my shaft. She held it there, tight, then looked atexpectantly. "So, when does it

go down?"

"What?"

"How do | make it spit?" Betsy asked, "So we can get back to our cuddle time."

"You honestly don't know?"

"Don't be rude," Betsy said, "I've heard about this stuff, watched a few videos, but it always seems simpler than

it really is."

I nodded, doing my best to keep my expression neutral. My sister was holding my cock -- | had nothing to

complain about in that moment.

| wrapped my hand around my sister's and showed her, gently, how to move her fist up and down. Betsy nodded,

earnestly. The perfect sexy student. After a few strokes, she showedshe got it and | leaned back.

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Betsy's little pink hand ran up my thick, purpling shaft. Her quick little fingers urgently pumped my penis, her

tongue buried in the corner of her mouth.

"Con now, little man," Betsy said, "Tto go night-night."

"It's a little dry," I said.

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Oh!" Betsy said. She gave her palm a

long, sloppy lick, then returned to

stroking. On a scale of 1 to 10, my

sister grabbing my giak3hrough fy

pis hadlbegn fs. So, we had to be

somewhere in the hundreds by now.

Betsy tucked her braid back and

returned to rubbingoff. Her hand

made wet sounds as she pushed and

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It wasn't just the motion or the touch,

though that was plenty. It was seeing

my sister up on her knees, a) over

cock The ook of dohcsnration

ok-Her face. The fervent little quirk of

her mouth. | swear, | could have gone

numb from the crown down and | still

would have been about to blow my

load from what my sister was doing.

"Close?" Betsy asked.

"Yuh-huh," I said. Barely able to speak.

And then | had a thought. An inspiration, really. A lightning strike of ingenuity I've yet to match in my lifetime.

"When I... When it, well, you know. It's going to go everywhere," | said.

Betsy looked atlike | was speaking ancient Celtic.

"When it spits," | said, using her term.

"There's a lot?" Betsy asked. She slowed her movements, allowingto regain the ability to speak for a

moment.

"Alot a lot," | said, "So you might want to, like, take off your sweatshirt. So, you don't get it all messed up."

What can | say? It was a desperate

gamble. | mean, there were plenty of

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stroking you, | mean, you kind of have

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