Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

My Special Heat:>Ep11

In one violent motion, | shoved my head between my sister's legs. Nose, mouth, tongue all pressed into her

pussy. Betsy was dripping wet. Her scent heady. Her flesh soft and pliant. It didn't seem fair to compare my

sister's vagina to another girl's. It's not like she could control it; this wasn't something that she'd achieved. And

yet her sex was so amazing next to any I'd ever experienced, | almost felt bad for my exes.

| matched my sister's earlier enthusiasm with my own actions. I licked at her with abandon, hoping that if |

moved fast enough, she would forget about her misgivings. Sure enough, | felt Betsy's legs go from stiff with

stress to tight with desire, wrapping like a python around my head. Heard the low groans she let out as she felt

someone lick her most intimate place for the first time.

Brothers aren't supposed to see their sisters’ pussies. They certainly aren't allowed to know what they taste like.

And feeling what happens when your sister cums, well that's definitely out. But | didn't care. | worked Betsy to

her peak like | would die if | didn't.

Betsy's legs snapped so tight | saw stars. She arched her back, letting out a high-pitched squeal. The kind of

sound that would set the neighborhood dogs on high alert. It sounded almost pained, like the pleasure was being

wrung out of her. Squeezed out of every cell.

Finally, my sister fell back into the bed. Gasping.

| managed to extricate myself from her legs, untangling them like picking myself out of the wreckage. Betsy lay

back on the bed. Her face was cherry red. Her eyes unfocused. She looked atand started to laugh. "You're

dripping," she said.

| felt around my face. It was sticky, like I'd buried my whole head in a pot of honey, Winnie-the-Pooh-style.

"I liked it," | said.

too," Betsy said, oddly wistful.

She sat up, looking at sspot behind me. Finally, her golden caramel eyes seemed to center. She sat up and

pulled her pants back on. Wrapped her arms aroundtight. "Thanks, Bran," she said, "You didn't have to do

that for me."

"I wanted you to know how much | enjoyed what you're doing for me," | said, "How wonderful you makefeel.

Not just the orgasms."

"Well now | know for sure," Betsy said, "That was incredible. Like nothing I've ever experienced. | don't exactly

feel warmer than before, but I'm less cold. If that makes sense."

I nodded. | held my sister close as | could. She kissed me, her mouth smelling of my spend. My own still dripping

with hers.

"I should probably go," she said as she slipped out of my arms. "While | can."

| nodded. Feeling my sister cum aroundhad been almost as intense as my own peak. Sleep overtookso

fast, | don't even remember Betsy closing the door behind her.

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| assumed that we'd reached equilibrium. That this was as far as we would go. There was no place left to

escalate, so | figured we'd stay there at the top till it was tforto move out and for us to move on.

As if to reinforce all that, the next few days passed and little changed. Our new routine slowly solidified. Betsy

would sneak into my bed after hours and suckoff. | would lick her to completion. We'd kiss, snuggle, and call

it a night. Betsy continued to prove that she was queen of the cocksuckers. And as | learned my sister's body, |

showed that own my cunnilingual skills could conquer her just as easily.

My sister had finally found a way to warm herself up. And she seemed more than willing to allowto return

the favor afterwards. But what I'd thought of as hard, craggy stone was actually made of gelatin. And the

supposedly solid structure of our relationship was for more pliant than I'd pictured.

G7 of the NBA Finals was on a Friday night, and we settled down to watch. | made a bowl of popcorn and

Betsy snuggled in by my side.

"Are you sure you don't want to go upstairs?" | asked.

"No, that can wait till later," Betsy said, "I'm invested in my orange team."

| didn't have the heart to tell her that wasn't what they were called. | honestly didn't care who won, | was mostly

watching because | liked basketball. But since Betsy had adopted 'the oranges’ | guessed that meant | had to

root for the 'the greens’ since that's how human nature works. If you choose "A" | must take "B." And we wonder

why we all can't get along.

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The gwas close. At the half, my verdant fellows were leading by a mere two points over Betsy's mandarin

men. | got up to use the bathroom and got us a couple sodas. My parents, who'd barely been speaking since the

so-called 'cookie- gate' both waved goodnight and went upstairs. | flicked off the light before sitting back down

for the second half.

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With Betsy, this felt easy. Natural. | didn't worry about what was to come, | just enjoyed what we had together.

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Then my sister took off her shirt.

Well, that's not exactly what happened. As the third quarter began, my green guys (my sister hadthinking

that way and now | couldn't stop) made the first basket. Betsy watched it happen and made a little 'hmph' noise.

She reached for the bottom of her

hoodie and pulled it off. She shook

her long, plaited braid back apd forth

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sister had on a long sleeve shirt

under that, and she pulled the blanket

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Her oranges replied with a basket of their own. Betsy looked atand gestured with her hands. What she

wanted was abundantly clear. | paused for a moment, then shrugged. Was | really going to argue about this?

| reached for my own top and took it off. Unlike my sister, | wasn't layered at all, so it leftbare-chested. Betsy

gavea satisfied-looking smile.