Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Brother & Sister Pleasure: Ep4

It was shocking, that sudden contact. Like another wall had been broken through. | swear | could smell the dusty,

chipped plaster as my sister busted through yet another barrier.

| rolled over to look at her. I'm sure she saw the shock in my face. Instead, my older sister shrugged.

"Just thanking you," Lucy said.

"| didn't do anything," | said.

"If you say so," Lucy said, and she winked my way.

| started to get up. Flopped back. Like I said, that hardwood floor was incongruently comfy after an explosive

orgasm. | imagined a pointy rock might feel the sat that point, honestly. That was the thing about cumming,

everything aroundfelt soft and welcoming. My mind, however, becfar sharper.

"What are we doing?" | asked.

Again, Lucy shrugged.

"No, seriously, what is this?"

"Fun," Lucy said, as if it were obvious.

"So, we keep doing it," | said.

"At least till we go back to school in the Fall," Lucy said, "Why not? You have something better to do?"

| had to concede that | did not. The friends that | might want to talk to had all gone off to their lives. The people |

very much did not want to see were right outside our front door. It was too easy to feel trapped by a bunch of

circumstances that were out of my control.

Lucy seemed to be feeling the sthing. She sat down next to me, leaning back on her bed frame.

"Look, the past year has been so hard," Lucy said, "Dad losing his job. Then losing the house. Having to come

hfrom school and go back to County. This place. | know it's where we live but it's not home. Even the smells

are so unfamiliar. | don't like it here. | don't like this. It sucks for you too, right?"

"It's fucking miserable," | said.

"Right," Lucy said, "And this is just... Look, I'm not saying it's my life or anything. It's a distraction. But it's kind of

keepingsane right now. So, | don't want to stop. We'll move on when it's time. | know we will." "That makes

sense," | said, "Honestly, it's helping me, too."

"We'll reach a certain point," Lucy said, "It'll be easy. One day we'll stop doing it and it won't even feel different.

You'll look back and realize 'oh, it's been so long since we did it."" "Just like that?"

"Don't you think so?" Lucy said, "Besides it's not like we're doing anything serious here. We're not even

touching."

| thought back to that kiss on the head my sister had given me. For a moment, | realized that we were both

deceiving ourselves. But that's the thing about a mirage. It's all about how badly you want to see it.

*

The summer got hotter. Mom talked a big gabout buying swindow air conditioners, but they never

materialized. Lucy and |, already down to t-shirts and shorts, were running out of ways to stay cool. | knew it was

bad when Lucy said it was even too hot to press.

| reached the breaking point one afternoon when the knob of my bedroom door melted off in my hand. | wish |

was exaggerating, but there | was, standing stupidly in the hallway, with a broken knob in my hand and no way

to get back into my bedroom.

Instead, | went downstairs. Lucy was lazing on the couch, stretched out and miserable. She had on a pair of red

mesh shorts and a white, ribbed tank. Her top was slightly pulled up, uncovering her cute tummy.

"This house sucks!" she said, writhing in discomfort.

| held up my doorknob as evidence.

"What's that?" she asked.

| explained and she giggled, then groaned. "Oh my God, we're both going to be burnt hamburger here in the

house."

"We could go out," | said.

"It's hotter out there than it is here," Lucy said, "Let's watch a movie. About something cold."

"Do you think that'll help?" | asked.

But Lucy was already surfing the screen. Finally, she settled on sold romcalled The Cutting Edge about

competitive ice skating. It was barely watchable, and it didn't helpfeel any cooler. But Lucy seemed happy,

and it was too hot to argue. It's not like | could go back to my bedroom.

About halfway through -- the female lead kept saying the words 'toe pick’ -- Lucy paused the movie.

"I want to take my shirt off," she said, in a strangely matter of fact tone.

"OK?" | gave my sister an odd look.

"You can take yours off, too," Lucy said.

"Yes, I'm aware of that," | said, "It's a little different when I do it."

"Look, it's really hot," Lucy said, seemingly unaware of the double entendre. "And I'm super uncomfortable.

Seeingin a bra won't even make the top ten of things you've witnessed fromlately. So, I'm going to do

this and you're going to be OK with it. OK?"

Oh, | was way more than OK in that moment. Did | mention my sister's chest was amazing? It was much more

than that. Lucy had epic breasts. | knew it, despite the fact that I'd never seen more than the shape of them

under her shirt. So yeah, no, | was more than alright with my sister taking her shirt off on the couch. If anything, |

was sad that she'd already set the limit at leaving her bra on.

But this was weird right? TellI'm not strange for thinking it was weird that my big sister was going to take out

her titties in the middle of the living room in front of her younger brother, as casually as pouring herself a drink.

Yet, no matter how I felt about it, my sister was doing it. Lucy reached down for the bottom of her tank and

pulled it over her head. You'd think she was ripping off a band-aid, not exposing her twin holiest of holies to her

kid brother. But Lucy kept it casual.

I more than made up for Lucy's lack of concern, however, with my own reaction. | gaped. | gawped. My sister sat

back on the couch in nothing but a lacy black bra and a pair of tiny, scarlet shorts. You'd think she'd just showed