Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

My Special Heat:>Ep9

"Uhhhhh." | swear that was a whole sentence about what an amazing job my little sister was doing. On how lucky

| felt to have this experience for even a second, let alone for longer. A deep and entrancing monologue on the

nature of love and its expression through lips and tongue given life over my cock.

"Seriously," Betsy said, "I want to be prepared when it happens."

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Betsy took her free hand and cradled my balls. Right there, it was all over.

"Cuh... Uh... Cumming. Oh Bets! I'm cuh--mming!"

The orgasm that erupted fromwas unfamiliar. Unlike any pleasure I'd known before. Not only because of the

power of the whole experience, but due to what my baby sister did. She didn't just open her mouth and accept

my spend. She didn't sit back and allow it to happen like every other woman I'd ever been with.

My beautiful Betsy hollowed her cheeks and sucked the orgasm out of me. Straight up pulled my sperm right out

of my penis -- like | was a milkshake, and my cock was the straw. The pleasure of it so intense it was almost

painful.

Betsy giggled happily as she drankdown. She gavean experience so intense | died, went to heaven, and

got a high-five from St. Peter before my soul dropped back into my body. Meanwhile, my sister cooed and

preened. Gulp gulp gulp. Happy little girl.

"That was awesome!" she cried out.

| was barely able to speak. "Yuh. Yeah," | said. | tried to sit up but fell backward onto the bed. | felt like Cary

Elwes after The Machine sucks an entire year out of him in The Princess Bride.

Betsy sat back and rubbed her tummy. "I kind of miss having it on my skin after," she said, "I don't suppose you

could gin up another load?"

"Oh fuck," | said, my head lolled on the pillow, "Givea sec."

"No that's OK," Betsy said. She leaned in and gavea big cummy kiss on the lips. | didn't care. Fuck she

looked so beautiful in that moment. A little froth of white coating her mouth. "I don't want to drain my new heat

source now that I've finally figured it out."

Betsy tried to slip out of bed, as I'd been bidding her for the past week. But at the last second, | shot my arm out

and pulled her back to me.

"Whoa!" she cried out as she tumbled over me. Still, | would not let go. "Oh. OK, | guess I'm staying for a while."

| squeezed my sister close. Held her as tight as | could. My post-orgasm euphoria slipped away to cold rationality.

It didn't matter. | kept Betsy there for as long as she'd let me. Eventually, distant through sleep, | felt her slip

away.

*

| didn't see my sister at all the next morning. It was Saturday, and she textedshe'd be at the bookstore all

day, finding the supplies to start her freshman year at FAU. Yes, we were going to be at the sschool. It

seemed like so much of a better thing after the week we'd had.

| couldn't help myself, though. There was no way forto ask politely, but | had to know. So, | sent her a fire

symbol followed by a question mark.

Betsy wrote back: Almost all night!

Well, I guess that answered my question well enough.

For a bit | thought about also going to the bookstore to get the stuff | needed, but | didn't want Betsy to think |

was being clingy. So, instead, | holed up in my bedroom and played games. The house was quiet but

comfortable. Again, | wondered if maybe | should stay hfor another year. Even though I didn't hear my

family moving around, just knowing they might be there was enough.

When | took a break for lunch, | found my father waiting forin the kitchen. He gavea dark stare and my

heart sank. Wordless, he gestured forto take a seat on a stool over by the breakfast bar.

"I know what you're doing," he said.

Every organ | had raced for the floor in one sickening, awful drop.

"You do?" | choked out. My voice was so thin, | feared it would crack.

"Sneaking around," Dad said, "Think you're so clever."

Dad wasn't a big man. He was thin and short with wispy brown hair. Unlike me, Mom, and Betsy, though, he had

these icy blue eyes. When he was angry, they burned right through you. And that, along with his hook nose and

thin lips, managed to create an appearance that could send a demon back to hell with its tail between its legs.

My father didn't have to threaten. All he had to do was staredown and | swear | felt the pee trying to escape

down my legs.

"Dad, | can explain."

"Where. Are. My. Cookies?" Dad said.

"What?" | tried to sit back, but forgot | was on a stool and nearly tumbled over. | grabbed the counter to steady

myself.

"Don't play dumb," Dad said, "You know | have a secret stash of cookies buried deep in the cabinet. And now

they're gone. My little circles of chocolate happiness." | swear, he looked like he was about to cry.

"| didn't touch your cookies, Dad," | said.

My father eyed me, suspicion shading his face.

"I don't even like them," | said, "But there are other people in this house who might also be aware of your secret

stash."

My Dad cocked his head. "Debra," he said. My mom's name. | nodded.

He marched out of the kitchen, like | wasn't even there. | slumped onto the stool. Goddamn but that had been

close.

*

"We have to stop," | told my sister when she got home.

Betsy arched her eyebrow at me. We were sitting on my bed. | was back in my pj bottoms, and I'd stopped my

sister from taking off her sweatshirt. I'd spent the whole day obsessing over what had happened. | didn't want

my twith my sister to end, but I'd seen how it could cto a finish and | didn't want that even more.

"We almost got caught today," | said.

"Dad got mad over scookies," Betsy said, "That's not 'almost got caught."

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"still though," | said, "I got the sense of how things could go. What it would be like. For a moment | was sure we

were found out and it was awful, Bets."

"Brandon, | was warm almost all night last night," Betsy said, "For the first tin, like, ever. And you can't tell