Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

My Special Heat:>Ep13

And her pussy. I'd seen it before, far closer than this. But framed by her totality, it seemed ever more incredible.

Full, pouting lips. That tuft of dark hair. Warm, wanting, welcoming.

| could have stared at her for hours like that. It may have been hours for all the tthat | spent sitting there,

agape. | wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come. | had to hope that the look on my face, the

clear appearance of supplicant worship, would be enough for my sister would understand.

Something must have been communicated, because Betsy reached her hand down to-- like God reaching to

Adam in the Sistine Chapel.

"Chere," she said, and pulledup to the bed. | lay back on the comforter, the softness of the mattress

feeling like a cloud after the hard, scratchy floor. Betsy climbed over me. Her large breasts hung over my chest.

Her body loomed. "Betsy, you're so..." Again | tried to say something, to describe my utter awe at her. There

wasn't a word for it, and | stumbled.

My sister touched her finger to my nose. Kissedlightly on the lips. Her warmth settled into me. Her strength

surrounded me. Her soft body drewin.

"Cold," she said. Just one word.

I held my sister tight to me. Rubbed my hands up her bare back, her bottom. We rolled to the side, like a single

being, and pulled the covers over us. | swear my sister's eyes were so bright, they lit the darkness.

My sister kissed me, hard. Wrapped her arms around my back. | felt something warm and wet on the base of my

cock. Kind of scratchy. | realized that Betsy's bare pussy was now right on top of my hardness. Rubbing slightly.

| reached between us and gripped her breasts. They overflowed my palms. Her nipples nipping at my skin. | held

them aloft in wonder, slowly manipulating my fingers on her flesh. | doubt it felt very good for her, but I didn't

care. The feel of her tits in my hand was too much forto let go of.

Betsy continued moving her body against mine. She wriggled her butt back and forth, slotting my cock in her

folds. There was no pretending here. No acting like it was an accident. Betsy was going to get off on my dick and

any other pretense was passed right by.

But it was my own greediness that got us further.

Holding Betsy's boobs wasn't enough, you see. When you have glorious tits like those within reach, you have to

try for more than just touch. | lifted my sister by the shoulders and slid her up. Moved my own body slightly

down. Got her magnificent mounds right at mouth level.

| tongued her tits, then suckled. Betsy groaned in appreciation. Maybe | wasn't the master of her body in that

moment, but I'd finally found something she liked. | licked at her nipples while she writhed.

That isn't what did it. My dick was safely down between Betsy's thighs while | sucked on her breasts. But when

she slid back. That's when we did ourselves in.

Betsy moved down, her hungry nether mouth searching for that spot again, the hardness she'd been rubbing on.

Only this time, my dick had flopped into a different position. So, when my baby sister slid down, my cock wasn't

under her at all. In case it's not evident, | was so hard | could have hammered nails and constantly leaking

lubricating fluid. My sister's pussy was slippery, dripping wet. Already open and primed.

My cockhead dipped into her wanting sex. Breached her opening as easy as sliding a greased-up grape into a

rain-slicked tube. Almost too effortless. | felt the heat of Betsy's pussy slowly start to engulf my cock.

"Bets," | said. A gasp. "It's going in."

"Yeah," my sister said. She lowered herself further. The head all swallowed. Shaft halfway down. Betsy breathing

like she was on the last mile of the marathon. Like every gulp of oxygen burned her throat. As if her lungs were

about to burst. Betsy stopped and for a moment | thought the madness had cleared. She lifted up slightly and |

felt myself overwhelmed by the deluge of relief and disappointment. My sister caught my eye. Fuck she was

gorgeous. | realized I'd rested my hands on her hips and, damn me, | squeezed to keep her in place. My cock

having found this wonderful place now unwilling to let it simply slip away.

Betsy held herself up on her hands. Her tits hung down over my chest, sheened with sweat. Her neck muscles

ropy tight. Inexorably, she letlower her back down on my dick. Till I was buried completely in my sister's

wanting cunt. As soon as we made contact, as we hilted to the farthest point, my beautiful Betsy began to shiver.

"Hurt?" | asked. | knew it was my sister's first time. | assumed as much, anyway. The smooth slide into her pussy

madewonder if she'd opened that box before, but everything | knew toldI'd taken my sister's virginity.

Betsy shook her head vigorously. She was feeling no pain. Quite the opposite, in fact.

"Cold?" | asked. She nodded through the tremors.

| couldn't imagine how. Betsy was wrapped around my body, under heavy covers in a warm house in the middle

of a state famous for heat. But still my sister shook something awful. Lips purpling and skin pricking up.

| squeezed Betsy tight, pressing her againstlike | was trying to truly merge us into one. She rested her head

in the crook of my neck. For a moment, | remembered back to how we would be in a similar spot every twe

cuddled. As if this was our position. The way we fit together as one.

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But as | held her close, my sister shookoff. She sat up, abruptly. Body trembling. Shiny with sweat and

amber from the windowlight. Breasts so perfectly voluptuous. The lips of her vagina spready lewdly over my

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