Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

The rest of the week went by in a blur. I think I went to classes? I’m not sure. I was legit giddy, barely able to eat or sleep. You’d think I was anticipating the arrival of Santa Claus, not my baby sis. Any worries I had about letting my secret love slip, they were washed away in a typhoon of adrenaline and hormones.

The night before she was due to arrive, I finally heard from my younger sister. My phone shook with a text.

Jenna: Sorry it’s been awhile since I wrote you.

Me: No worries, I’m sure you’re busy.

(That’s me. Mr. Cool. I haven’t been lying around for weeks pining for you, alternately crying out and cursing your name, no sir.)

Me: Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.

Jenna: Me too. We need to talk.

And there they were. The four words I knew my sister would say. Amy told me this was part of the twins’ turn-on – telling me no till they were screaming yes. As my older sister had explained it, the twins had no problem with sibling sex. But they had to be ‘forced’ into it. This wasn’t an objection, it was foreplay.

Me: You want to call now?

Jenna: Nah. We can do it in person.

Me: Sure thing. Soon as I see you.

Jenna: K. Thx.

I went to bed somehow even more excited than I was before. Jenna’s text had quelled any of my remaining concerns about the nature of her visit. If my sister wanted to talk to me about not having sex, I was going to get laid for sure.

*

I woke up early the next morning, got dressed, and stood out front of my dorm. It was icy cold out, the ground still covered in brown snow from a month before. Yet, for the first time, I felt like I could see the early threads of spring threatening to rise beyond the horizon.

A few minutes later, my Dad’s Cayenne pulled up to the curb. He jumped out and shook my hand, the wan winter sun reflected off his mostly-bald pate. Then, already panting from the exertion, Dad went back to the car and popped the trunk.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

The back door opened and there was Jenna. Fuck me. My sister looked good.

Jenna was wearing a tan pea coat with white, furry fringes. A few strands of brown hair slipped out of her knit, white hat. Jenna’s always-pinkish cheeks were apple red from the cold and her green eyes shown like beacons. I could tell my younger sister was trying to look serious, but her face broke into a wide smile soon as she saw me.

You ever look at someone and feel your heart crack? I was going to be picking up little pieces of aorta for days.

My Dad came up to the curb, dragging a rollaway black suitcase behind him. He gave me the bag, then tried to hand me a couple of crisp hundred-dollar bills. I pushed his hand away – jeez, wasn’t my allowance enough? – but my father insisted.

“You’re already doing me a huge favor,” Dad said, “Let me make sure I’m not putting you out even more.” So now, not only was Dad unknowingly pimping out his daughter, he was paying me for the privilege. I did feel bad about that. Sort of.

“If Jenna gives you any trouble, I’ll come get her right away,” Dad said, “Seriously, don’t worry about it a bit.” I don’t know what he expected. This was a petite, shy 18-year-old girl. But my father kept acting like he was leaving me alone with a rabid wolverine.

Finally, Dad got back in the car and pulled away. As soon as he was gone, Jenna gave me a tight hug.

“It’s good to see you,” I said, meaning it. I swear I felt a tear well up in my eye. Good lord, I was so shattered for my sibling. I quickly changed the subject.

“Time for class,” I said, “We can throw your bag upstairs afterwards.”

Jenna grabbed my hand and let me lead her across campus.

“Seriously, Chase,” Jenna said, “I really want to talk to you.”

“As soon as classes are over,” I said, “First chance we get.”

Jenna nodded. She understood the seriousness of schoolwork.

“So, Brianna’s at a sleepover?” I asked as we walked across the quad.

“What? Oh, ummm yes,” Jenna said. She wouldn’t look me in the eye as she said it. Dammit. I’d told myself I’d be able to keep things under control. That when Jenna was here, I would keep my feelings from fucking things up. Now that I could see her pretty face, hold her thin, warm hand, everything exploded out.

“You know, it hurts my feelings that you and Bree don’t text me back,” I said.

“Oh, Chase,” Jenna said and kept walking.

I spent most of the class shooting glances at my sister rather than listening to the lecture. Jenna, on the other hand, was enraptured by the experience. She’d even brought a little notepad and was jotting things down. It was cute, how studious my sister was, despite the fact that there was nothing for her to study.

We went to a second class after that, then got lunch in the cafeteria. The whole time I played tour guide, explaining all the intricacies of college life to my not-so-innocent sister.

Everywhere we went, I could see Jenna was getting looks. It wasn’t that she was dressed inappropriately: my younger sister was in her usual jeans with a sweater – a tight, purple turtleneck. But Jenna is super cute, with her long brown hair, tight body, and elfin face with permanently pinkish cheeks. It made me proud to be seen with her, even if she was just my sibling.

After lunch, I could tell Jenna was eager to get on with her oh-so-serious conversation, but I had another class in the afternoon. I offered to let her go hang out in my dorm room and wait, but Jenna insisted on coming along. This next class was a three-hour monster. I intentionally scheduled things this way because it allowed me to create off-days. This semester, for example, I had no classes at all on Tuesdays. But the setup made me suffer through some marathon sessions.

Jenna, for her part didn’t complain. My sister, always so serious, was almost as bubbly as Brianna that day. Having her around was like having a companion, a buddy, who made everything more fun.

Like having a girlfriend.

When class finally ended, it was time for dinner. We went to the dorm dining hall this time. Again, my sexy little sister got some appreciative looks while we ate. She didn’t seem to notice. Not that she only had eyes for me, either. Instead, Jenna seemed too nervous to notice much of anything. The closer we got to ‘the conversation’ the more fidgety my sister became.

Finally, we went upstairs to my dorm room. Jenna had been schlepping her suitcase all day. When we got to the room, she dropped it on the ground like it was a dead animal. Then she flopped onto my bed.

The room was empty. It almost always was. Like I said, my roommate had a serious girlfriend and they were serious about making out in places other than his dorm room. I almost never saw the guy. Most of my friends were convinced he was a myth.

“It’s really warm in here,” Jenna said. She lifted off her turtleneck and tossed it to the side. She had on a little yellow t-shirt underneath.

“Totally,” I said. I sat down next to her on the bed and pulled off my own sweater, also leaving me in a t-shirt.

“Chase, hold on,” Jenna said. She swiveled her knees to face me. She put her little hand on my chest. “I know we did some dirty stuff a few weekends ago.”

“Yes,” I said. I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. A loud, wet smack.

“And the week before that, as well,” Jenna said. I kissed her again. Smack. “I don’t want you to get the wrong impression about me. About us.”

I reached over and lifted my sister’s shirt over her head. She raised her arms to make it easier for me. She had on a deep blue, lacy bra. Her little chest barely needed one.

“I know sometimes I say these things and I hurt your feelings,” Jenna said.

“My feelings aren’t hurt,” I said, and I lifted off my own t-shirt.

“What we did together was very special to me. To Brianna too. But we can’t keep doing this. We’re brother and sister.”

“Totally,” I said. I reached around and unsnapped Jenna’s bra. Her perfect little breasts popped free. Her pink nipples were already puffing outward with arousal. I leaned down and kissed one of them. Another wet sucking noise.

“The sex is great,” Jenna said, “Amazing. Even when it’s not exactly sex.” I slid my hands down Jenna’s tight stomach and unsnapped her jeans. “What we have is special, you know? But that’s all the more reason that we shouldn’t keep doing this.”

I pulled Jenna’s pants down her legs. She lifted her butt to let me. I took off my own pants and let them pool on the ground. Both of us were just in our bottoms now: Jenna in a pair of cotton white panties and me in dark blue boxer briefs.

“I understand,” I said, “I want you to know how much it means to me that you can say these things. Your feelings are important to me and I hope you feel respected and heard.”

I put my hands on Jenna’s bare shoulders and kissed her on the lips, dancing my tongue against hers.

“Good,” Jenna said, “Thank you, Chase.” She leaned back and pulled me forward, placing my hardness between her legs. Still kissing, I ground my penis against her pussy. We both groaned at the contact.