Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

My Special Heat:>Ep15

| woke up freezing cold.

| was naked in bed, covered in the comforter. No different than my usual morning. Yet | was shivering. Shaking. |

got up and got dressed, quick as | could. But it wasn't enough. | dug through my drawers and found a pair of

jeans and a long sleeve sweater from a long-forgotten high school trip to New York City. Still, | wrapped my arms

around myself.

For a moment, | thought | might have a fever, but | checked my temperature, and it was fine. | went downstairs,

the thermostat was the s68 degrees, as always. Yet why was | so cold?

But that was only the first surprise of my morning. The second was waiting foroutside the house. | was in the

kitchen eating breakfast when | saw it, saw her, out the window. | couldn't believe my eyes.

| raced to the backyard. It was a sunny Saturday morning. While | didn't feel it, | could tell that it was warm.

There, lying back in the blue waters of our backyard swimming pool, wearing a bright green bikini(?!), was my

sister.

Betsy was laying back on an inflatable pool chair. Her head lolled back. Skin glistening with sweat. She looked

amazing, of course. But that wasn't what hadfrazzled.

When Betsy saw me, she gavea broad grin. She tipped herself out of the floater and swam up to the side of

the pool. Her perfect body sluicing through the water like a mermaid.

"Cjoin me!" she said folding her arms on the edge, "The water's amazing!"

We'd been living in Florida our whole lives. | think I'd seen my sister in a bathing suit maybe three times, and

always a one piece that covered as much skin as possible. And she'd never gone even near the pool. Yet there

she was, kicking her shapely legs through the water like it was nothing.

"Aren't you cold?" | asked, shivering for emphasis.

Betsy giggled. "Are you kidding? This is the warmest I've felt in years!"

My sister spent the whole morning enjoying the pool -- swimming and lounging in the water like it was her

natural environment. | sat by the side near our little glass coffee table and stared at her. Was Betsy possessed?

Replaced by an alien doppelganger? | couldn't explain it, so | watched, waiting for the first sign of danger.

Apparently, our parents had woken up early and gone off to do parent things. Though I didn't remember it, at

spoint Betsy must have slipped out of my bedroom during the night because we hadn't gotten caught. It

was just the two of us on a Saturday morning.and the strange, summery being who had replaced my sister.

Finally, around lunch time, | was able to coax Betsy out of the water with an offer of food. She ate ravenously,

tearing through two sandwiches with pruney fingers. Dripping a puddle of water under her chair. | was too

dumbfounded to do anything but watch.

Even without all the extra stuff -- the cold, the bikini, all of it -- I was struggling to process the night before. We

hadn't crossed the line, we'd leapt over it, then run back and ripped the poor thing to shreds. With a girlfriend, a

girl | was supposed to be having sex with, we'd have skind of postmortem following our first time. I'd just

had sex with my sister. I'd have thought it would require several days of discussions. Preferably with a therapist

present. Instead, Betsy sat there like all of this was normal. And my already addled brain was barely able to hold

it all together.

"We should talk about last night," I said, finally. Fuck | was cold. | wondered if | could put my raincoat on over my

sweater and not look like a total weirdo.

"I know, wasn't it awesome?" Betsy said. She licked the remains of her lunch off her fingers, one-by-one.

"I mean, it was, but..."

"| feel so warm," Betsy said, hugging herself happily, "I can't wait to do it again tonight."

"Oh. OK." Being honest, | wasn't sure how to react to that. | mean, | very much wanted to keep doing what we

were doing. It was too incredible to not continue. But | knew that we should want to stop and being pulled

between the two hadstretched thin. | wasn't sure what was supposed to happen after | had sex with my

sibling, but | was certain we weren't meant to casually discuss it over lunch and agree to continue.

"I mean, I'd much rather do it sooner, too," Betsy said, "But | want to give Brandon Junior stto recover.

And besides, I'm still comfortable. | want to save up and get the full benefit. You know?"

"Sure thing."

"You're not upset, are you?" Betsy asked. "You've been acting off all morning."

"No, I'm OK," | said, holding back a shiver.

"Good, cause we're doing that a lot more," Betsy said.

"I guess it's a good thing you're on protection," | said, "Or we'd be in loads of trouble."

Betsy's face went serious. "Oh, I'm not on the pill," she said.

My heart dropped onto the ground and splattered on the pavement.

*

A normal, intelligent individual would have called an end to things at this point. But, by now you've surely

realized that | am not that person. Instead, | spent the whole afternoon arguing with myself. It's not like I didn't

know the right answer. It's just that my stupid, horny brain wouldn't accept it.

I must have been muttering to myself louder than I thought, because my mom interrupted me. "Hey are you,

OK?" she asked.

We were both in the kitchen. She was in the middle of cooking dinner, and | was... Actually, I'm not sure what |

was doing. Considering the consequences. Reasoning my reactions. Freaking the fuck out.

"I'm fine," | said, reflexive.

"Are you sure?" Mom asked. She gestured forto sit on one of the kitchen stools, just like Dad had a week

before. But also not like Dad had at all. Mom was smiling warmly. She had my sister's face, but a different body.

Broad-shouldered and soft. She looked like she was actually concerned about me.

"I'm trying to figure stuff out," | said, before | stopped myself.

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