Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
My Special Heat:>Ep17

Finally, I thought. The relief flooded me. I adored having sex with my sister, but everything we were doing, the risk we were taking, I couldn't handle the stress.

"I need your warmth," Betsy said, "And you need my... well, we both know what you need."

My sister said this like I was the perv in the relationship. As if she wasn't just as horny as me.

"No silly," Betsy said. She slapped my hand, playfully. "Affection. Comfort. You said it yourself. You want that closeness that only we can have."

"Oh right," I said, "Sorry."

"But we're going to start school and it's all going to have to end," Betsy said, "I mean, I'm sure we could sneak some time here and there. But you won't be home anymore. And, honestly, doing this at the house isn't a good idea, anyway. Mom and Dad are bound to figure it out eventually. If they haven't already."

For a moment, I startled. Had Betsy heard something? Were our parents prying?

"Not that I know of," Betsy said, "But I won't risk losing my heat rock."

"Still my iguana, huh?" I asked.

"I'm starting to see the benefit of the whole two penis thing," Betsy said, "Like what if you could be in my pussy and my mouth at the same time and fill me up from both ends...."

"That's pretty kinky, Bets," I said.

"But think of how warm I would be," Betsy said, like it was the most rational explanation of all. "Anyway, I realized our problem is actually our solution."

"Wha?"

Betsy rolled her eyes at me, like I was the one being thick. "The problem is, you're moving out. And the solution is, we need a place for both of us to be together." Betsy rolled her wrist, like trying to force my mind to crank harder. Finally, I gave up. "I don't get it," I said.

Betsy sighed. "Maybe I need to transfer. This college clearly isn't making you any smarter."

I gave my sister a wounded look. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

"We move in together," Betsy said, "I come with you to your new apartment. Mom and Dad will love it, they get the whole house to themselves. And we get to keep everything we want."

"I don't know, Betsy," I said. I couldn't help my heart from leaping. It did seem like the perfect solution. Except for one problem.

"I promise we'll cuddle every night," Betsy said. That's not what I was worried about.

"You can move in," I said. Betsy clapped her hands excitedly. "On one condition. You have to go on birth control."

"Sure," Betsy said, "I'll think about it."

"I mean it."

"OK," Betsy said.

The waitress brought our lunch. My sister spent the entire meal grinning to herself.

"This is going to be so awesome," she said.

*

And so it was, that when I was supposed to finally be living on my own, I left with my sister, instead. Betsy was right, Mom and Dad loved the idea. With school starting soon, they helped us both pack and move to our new place. They even sprung for a two-bedroom apartment so we could each have our own space. Which was really, truly not necessary. Not that we could tell them that.

"Does Betsy look a little, I don't know, different to you?" Mom asked as we lugged boxes back and forth to my car.

I nearly choked. I'd been surreptitiously checking Betsy's tummy all the time. It didn't seem any rounder, but then, my mom would be the one to notice, right? I did my best to play it off. After all, I was just a silly boy, wasn't I? I wouldn't ever notice the signs if my sister was *gulp* pregnant.

"Remember she used to walk around in a funk all the time?" Mom said, "All those sweatpants and hoodies. Complaining that she was too cold. Now, look at her. The bright tank top and shorts. That smile. I think the idea of living with her brother is finally bringing her out of her shell.

To myself, I thought, Yeah, I don't think that's what it is.

To my mom, I said, "Maybe. I hadn't noticed till you pointed it out. But yeah, I guess we could all use a little more risk in our lives."

"Agreed," Mom said, "Speaking of which, you'll replace a box of your father's cookies in your duffle bag. Make sure to share them with your sister."

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*

That night, Betsy and I made love for the first time in our own apartment. My little sister made the most of our new arrangement, crying out when she came. Then doing it again, when I filled her with my cum soon afterwards.

Afterwards, Betsy nuzzled up close to me, cooing as she stroked my head. I thought back to where all this had started. I'd been so miserable about being alone. I hated the idea of leaving without my family, losing that emotional connection. Now here I was, surrounded by love, in a way that I'd never imagined.

I guess, thinking about it, Betsy wasn't the only one who'd been cold. I'd been icy, too, in my own way. The warmth that surrounded me now, it was more than I could have ever imagined.

As we cuddled, I snuck my hand down to my sister's stomach. Did it feel a little fuller than I remembered? I couldn't tell. Betsy had told me she was still 'thinking' about the pill. Based on the fact that we kept fucking, 'thinking' was something we obviously weren't doing all that much of. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't worry sometimes.

My sister must have noticed my distraction, because she kissed me on the mouth, hard, to get my attention.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I'm feeling a little chilly," Betsy said.

"You want me to get you another blanket?" I asked, "Turn down the A/C?"

"You know what I want," Betsy said. She reached down for my dick. Despite what we'd just done, I felt myself stiffen in her hands.

I slid between Betsy's legs, reaching to steer myself into her steaming pussy. But my sister only shook her head and shoved me away. She spun around and got up on all fours. Looked back at me with a smirk dancing across her face. "I want to see what happens if you put it in my ass," Betsy said.

Oh, the sacrifices I make for my sister.