Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Brother & Sister Pleasure: Ep8

| returned to the party, but | wasn't feeling it. Things were starting to break up, anyway. Eventually, after just

about everyone had left, | climbed into bed. | was exhausted, but wide awake. My mind raced with everything

that had happened with Lucy all that we'd said and done. And hadn't done.

Eventually | guess | fell asleep because the next memory | have is of someone knocking on my bedroom door. It

felt like they were beating on my skull. Too much alcohol and not enough sleep had leftin quite a state.

Carefully, | got up from bed. | realized I'd never changed out of my slacks and dress shirt from the night before. |

limped to the door.

Lucy was on the other side, looking quite a wreck herself. Her dress was half off her shoulder and her golden

blonde locks were sticking up all over the place, like a cruel parody of the big hair you'd see in an 80s TV show.

"Hi," Lucy said, looking down at her feet. "I think | threw up last night. In a trash can."

"| left it there for you," | said.

"I thought so," Lucy said, "I don't remember a lot of last night."

"You got drunk," | said.

"Figured that part out," Lucy said. She pushed pastand then dropped onto my bed. | was pleased to see (and

smell) that she was at least vomit-free. She snuggled into my pillows. "I hope | didn't do anything too

embarrassing." "You really don't remember?" | asked. | sat down next to her. My sister quickly shied away. Like I'd

shocked her.

"I remember drinking a lot," she said, "Last night was hard. It was super uncomfortable to be around those

people and realize they aren't our friends anymore. You know? Like, when we needed help, where were they? But

when we throw a party, they all show up."

"I know," | said, "It was hard for me, too. Do you remember bringingover to say 'hi' to Kara?"

"Sort of," Lucy said. She snuggled into my pillow more. "I remember Kara and | were talking, and she saw you.

She said you'd gotten, like, super-hot. I'm sorry, Dylan. | thought about what you'd toldbefore. About how

you'd think about her when we... It madejealous. | know it shouldn't have. It's not fair, but it did."

"It's OK," | said, "I think I'd feel the sway if one of my friends was perving on you."

"Or if Randy Hotguy was at the party, putting the moves on me?" Lucy asked. She gavea smirk and, despite

it all, she looked so beautiful lying on my bed in the morning sun.

"Yeah, fuck that guy," | said.

"Well, | kinda couldn't handle it with Kara," Lucy said, "So | told myself it was funny, instead, and tried to make a

whole joke out of it. And then you were flirting with her for real and | got really upset. Like, even more than

before." "I'm sorry," | said, "I shouldn't have done that."

"Of course, you should have!" Lucy said, givinga shove. "She's a hot girl and she's totally into you. You don't

oweanything, I'm your sister. | don't have any right to get in your way." "Still, though," | said, "I could tell it

was hurting your feelings."

"Yeah, so | went to go drink more after that," Lucy said, "And then | woke up in my own bed. | guess you helped

me. | didn't, um, do anything else, did I? Nothing embarassing?"

I looked down at the hardwood floor. "You're fine," | said.

"Oh no," Lucy said, "I didn't hook up with sdude, did 1? Or worse, one of our stupid, ugly cousins?"

"No, nothing like that," | said.

"Con Dylan, what happened?"

"You don't remember any of it?" | asked.

"I swear | don't," Lucy said.

"I, um, well | found you sitting on the couch. And you kind of, um, propositioned me."

"Propo-wha?"

"You toldyou wanted to have sex. With me. Right there."

"Oh shit."

"You were, um, kind of explicit, being honest," | said.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry," Lucy said, "Look, Dylan, that whole thing about 'truth-in-alcohol,' you know that's not

true, right? Like, | don't want to. It's not that | don't think you're... Oh, Goddammit." "It's OK," | said, "I get it. You

were drunk. | knew it too. You don't have to explain yourself."

"But you didn't," Lucy said, "I mean, we didn't have sex."

"No."

"Even though | kind of forced myself on you?"

"Not gonna lie," | said, "You didn't make it easy." | intentionally eyed my sister's body and she immediately

understood. "But no. | figured, if it was something you wanted, it could wait till we were both sober."

"Thanks Dylan," Lucy said. She sat up and kissedon the cheek. All things considered, her breath wasn't all

that bad. "I'm sorry | said those things to you. | shouldn't have. Look, | don't want to hurt your feelings. You know

| care for you a lot. And what we've been doing, | mean, it's awesome. But we can't do that. No matter what |

said in the moment."

"No, | get it."

"You're not mad?" Lucy asked.

"No, | agree," | said, "That's too far. Even for us."

"OK. Thanks. Seriously," Lucy said, "I know a lot of guys wouldn't... Anyway, I'm lucky to have you in my life."

"I'm lucky to have you, too."

We shared a quick, chaste hug. It felt nice to hold my curvy sister in my arms. | could feel myself responding so |

stepped back. An erection was not at all appropriate for that moment.

"I'm going to go clean up," Lucy said as we broke. "I need to apologize to Lindsay for getting smashed on her

birthday. Buy Mom and Dad a replacement trashcan. Make a fresh commitment to Jesus."

"| support your new life choices," | said.

Lucy got up and tousled my hair. "You should clean up, too," she said, "You look like crap."

*

Things slowly settled back into normal. Well, almost normal, in any case.

We spent the day cleaning the house -- it was quite an undertaking after the evening before. Lucy was clearly

not the only person to have gotten a little out of hand.

As | was wiping down the dining room table, and my sisters all working on the living room, my mom pulled at my

elbow. She motioned forto join her in the kitchen. She looked very serious -- her mouth turned down like it

was meant to make that shape.

"I saw what happened with you and your sister last night," Mom said.

Oh no.

"Mom, | can..."

"I just want you to know," Mom continued, breaking throughlike a battering ram. "I'm really proud of you."

"Wait, what?"

"Lucy was way too drunk last night. You saw what was happening and stepped in. Took care of her."

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"Oh, yes," | said, "Yes, | did."

"You're a good brother," Mom said, "I know this has been hard on you. It's been rough on all of us. But

throughout it all, I think you've managed to do the best with it. You've been steady, a rock the whole family can

rely on." "Thanks, Mom," | said. | hadn't realized that she sawthat way. I'd never thought about things from

that perspective.

"You've given up a lot. I'd understand if you needed time, you know, to let your guard down, or whatever. Blow

off ssteam. But in the meantime, | want to thank you. For everything."

"It's fine," | said.

It truly was.

The next day marked the last week in August. My parents and Jan went back to work. Lindsay started going out

with friends for her last, pre-high school, hurrahs. For our part, Lucy and | hung out but not like before. She

insisted she didn't remember what had happened the night of the party, but the change in our relationship was

there, just the same.

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But something was different. The idea of intercourse had entered our minds. We'd joked about it before. Taunted

and teased. Now though, it felt more like a when than an if. Even though neither of us would admit it to

ourselves. Let alone each other.

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I don't know why | did it. Well, | know why. But not why that moment or why that way. | stepped into my sister's

room. | knelt behind her. And before she becaware of my presence, | climbed on top of her, lowering my

shorts-clad crotch onto her panty-covered bottom.

Lucy gasped, then stilled. | waited for her to throwoff, to tellno, but she didn't. My older sister held in

place. My hard-on poking into her perfect ass.

| took it as permission and pressed

down. | heard Lucy gasp as the first

bits of pleasure filled me. The

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we were doing. My sister arched

herself upward to meet my thrusts.

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| froze. Obviously, | wasn't expecting that. | took off my shorts and tossed them to the side. Now in boxers, |

leaned back down on top of my sister. Grinding down, | had to admit this did feel way better. The danger of it

only amplifying what we were doing.

We lay like that, moving against each other. When we'd done this before, there had always been this sense of

urgency. Even when we had all afternoon to get off, we always raced through.

This time, though, was different. We took our time. | don't know whether it was the position we were in, or the

feelings we'd expressed, but we didn't rush. It was almost leisurely. The two of us slowly grinding against each

other, savoring every sensation.