Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

My Special Heat:>Ep12

Again, the greens went down the court and scored. This time, Betsy reached under the blanket and shimmied

her butt. | couldn't see anything, but a moment later, her grey sweatpants fell in a limp pile on the tile floor of

the TV room. Stupidly, | turned to my sister. "If we keep going like this, we're going to be naked pretty quick," |

said.

"And that's a problem because why?"

She had a point there.

The oranges tried to answer once again, but the greens got a steal and dropped a layup the other way. | stared

at my sister expectantly and she didn't disappoint. She took off her long sleeve shirt, revealing the bright, scarlet

straps of what | assumed was another conservatively cut bra.

| couldn't see for sure because the blanket was there, but there was a very good chance that my sister was

wearing nothing but underwear now. Amazing to think after everything we'd done, but if | moved the covers, it

would be the closest to naked that I'd ever seen her. And boy-oh-boy did | want to see that.

It wasn't just hormones (although yeah, lots of that too). | had this intense curiosity about Betsy's body, all only

amplified by the partial reveals I'd seen so far. | knew she was in good shape because of all the running she'd

done in high school. | had a sense of her sexiness because of the glimpses I'd gotten to that point. But the full

reveal, the total package, had yet to be uncovered. And now | wanted it so badly it hurt.

But Betsy's team went on a run. And in short order the imbalance tipped the other way. | went from mostly

clothed to completely naked, while my sister was still quite covered. She didn't even move the blanket -- she

could have been wearing a full snowsuit under there. | could never be quite sure.

It wasn't fair. Betsy had already seencompletely naked, and far more exposed than this. Although, | have to

admit there was something quite exciting about being bare on the couch. The leather cushions were sticky, and

the room felt oddly cool, but the thought of being caught madenervous in a way that also turnedon.

The gwent to a TV timeout. | didn't know what would happen when they cback. | had to hope,

desperately, that my team would score, and I'd at least earn the hint that my sister was stripping down. Would

she take away the blanket? Or would she teaseeven more?

And what would happen if Betsy's team kept going? | had nothing left to take off. What would she demand next?

| don't know why | assumed my sister had a plan for all this. That she wasn't winging it the sway | was.

Somehow, | was convinced Betsy had the path cleared, and all | had to do was follow the way. Although, based

on what happened next, maybe she did.

Before the ads could end, Betsy tossed the blanket off both of us. She stood. As I'd suspected, my little sister

was down to a cherry red bra and matching panties. Both of them were so conservative, covered so much, that it

didn't make for much of a reveal.

| saw Betsy's taut tummy, the little divot of her bellybutton. Her shoulders and hips. Nothing all that untoward.

Less than you'd see in a bathing suit; only made enticing by the fact that | knew it was her underwear.

Yet the act of it felt so brazen | could barely breathe. | didn't notice my own nakedness, my dick standing so

straight it could warn ships from the shore. | was so entranced by what my sister was offering.

| grabbed the remote and switched off the TV. Betsy grinned at me. A giddy, goofy kind of happy that was right

on the edge of wild.

"Aren't you cold?" | asked, continuing my tradition of saying dumb things at the oddest moments.

"I'm sure I'll be warm soon enough," Betsy said.

Suddenly, the thought occurred to me. My prize, my naked sister, was very much within reach. All | had to do

was catch her. | leapt off the couch like a predator. Betsy's lizard brain reacted. She shrieked and jumped back.

"Quiet!" | hissed. But | didn't stop chasing.

Betsy scampered up the stairs and | scrambled after her. When we got to the top, | lunged and got told of her

ankle. My sister tumbled to the ground, and | fell with her, my elbows and knees scraping on the carpet like it

was made of little knives.

Both of us paused mid-chase. We looked back at my parents' bedroom, our eyes wide with worry. The light under

the door stayed dark. The hallway remained quiet.

Betsy lay on the ground, snickering and gasping at the stime. | used my grip on her ankle as purchase and

pulled myself up closer to her. "Brandon," she said my nlike a prayer, "Bran. Please."

| couldn't tell if she was pleading withto stop or beggingto keep going. | interpreted it the way | wanted.

| felt the muscles of my sister's legs under my fingertips. The wondrous curves of her calves and thighs. Smooth,

soft, yet also strong. Responsive. Again, almost hot to the touch. Where did the heat go that she never felt it,

herself?

My hands reached the gusset of her underwear. I'd gone here before, quite a few times now. Yet something about

it still felt forbidden. | hooked my fingers into the material and slowly pulled it down. Practically daring my sister

to stop me. She didn't. She just watched, panting. Brown eyes wide with something like shock. Yet also an

unmistakable hint of hunger.

| had Betsy's panties down to her knees before she could say anything. But it wasn't the word | was expecting.

"Bedroom," Betsy said. | nodded.

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We stayed on the ground, crawling to my room, and dragged ourselves inside. | closed the door behindwith

my foot. Betsy stayed on the floor, lying back on the beige carpet. She slipped her bottoms all the way off.

| made my way over to her. | kissed my sister's ankle and made my way up her legs. Like following a twisting

road to the top of a mountain. Betsy spread her legs and bent her knees. Open and welcoming. Readily

anticipating what I'd already done with her.

But | didn't stop at her waist. Didn't even pause at her pussy. In fact, | skipped it entirely. You'd never think a kiss

on a stomach could mean so much, but my sister gasped as my mouth climbed ever higher. Distantly, | felt my

hard cock drag past Betsy's knee. | barely even noticed it.

Instead, | made my way determinedly

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to my prize. Betsy's bright red bra

dazzled in the little bit of light ot

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was |i NeDow in the center between

the cups. | reached around to her

back. Tucked my fingers in the

hooks. One, two, three, four - |

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Betsy stared at me, bouncing between confused and bemused. | pulled the bra away with my teeth and dropped

it to the side. There she was. My sister. Finally, fully naked before me.

"Stand," | commanded. Maybe it was the tone of my voice or perhaps my sister understood the magic of the

moment, what she was sharing with me. She did exactly as | asked. Betsy stood up straight before me. | could

not control my gasp as | spied her, truly, for the first time.

| knew my sister was attractive. | had

the sense that she was sexy. But this

was beyond my comprehension.

Betsy was perfect. Flawless.

Something that Shay potest

realty: shavld/dAly € in sculptures or

sketched in books. The breadth of

her shoulders and the flare of her

hips. The raof bicep to forearm to

fingers. Hip to knee to ankle. The way

her brown hair -- twisted in that long,

cute braid - hung down over her

shoulder and kissed the tops of her

breasts. That cute, shy smile that

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Even Betsy's imperfections only

enhanced what she had. Her

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wide. Her breasts -- magnificent,

pointed orbs capped with light pink

nipples -- were a little oversized for

the rest of her body. Full and supple;

nipples like sharp, strawberry nubs.