Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

*** Scene 8: Esposito home, Sunday night, One week after the shooting ***

It was just after eleven Sunday night and I’d been laying naked and contemplating sleep for over an hour when suddenly I felt the sheet that covered me lifted and a body slip onto the mattress beside me.

“Rosie?”

“I wanted to talk to you,” my little sister whispered as I stretched to turn on the bedside lamp.

“You’ve been taking to me for thirty-six hours straight,” I complained, but I couldn’t keep how much I loved my little sister out of my voice. “I’m tired, and I don’t have any clothes on… we can talk tomorrow,” I grumbled.

“I’ve seen you naked before.”

“Well you shouldn’t have… You know sweetie, I think it’s time Maria and I went and talked to the Mother Superior about your religious vocation.” Rosie was dressed in a satiny, ivory colored sleep set that did absolutely nothing to hide her teenage beauty. And given her sexy dress, for any man to even suggest that she might become a nun was almost sacrilegious, even if it was coming from her brother.

“Ha, ha, ha, you’re so funny,” she replied as she snuggled up against me.

“Stop that,” I ordered when Rosie lifted the sheet and peeked under.

“I’m just checking to see if it’s okay. The nurse showed me how the other night.”

“Showed you what?” I demanded with mock anger.

“The wound… on your… your little thing.”

“My little thing?”

“Yes, I’m supposed to check it from time to time,” she lied with a girlish giggle.

“You’re not supposed to see one until after I’ve escorted you down the aisle to your husband young lady. Like in about five or ten years. Now skedaddle back to your own bed.”

Rosie wasn’t going to be dissuaded that easily! “I’m still a virgin Johnnie,” she whispered.

“Of course you are. What else would you be? What are you taking about?”

“I’m growing up… even if you haven’t noticed,” she said in an exasperated teenager’s voice, then nestled even tighter against me, pushing her full ripe breasts insistently against my side while she lifted one of her thighs on top of mine. “I’ve been on dates you know. Been kissed. Even been-”

“Even been what?” I interrupted. “If someone’s been fooling around with you I’ll kill the little bastard-”

“Johnnnnie!”

“Well,” I mumbled, “you’re only fifteen.”

“Ha, ha, ha. You know I’m eighteen. I’ll be going to be in university in like three months.” Then after watching me for a couple of seconds asked, “Don’t you think I’m pretty?”

“Of course, you’re beautiful, you’re an Esposito,” I muttered just as Rosie slipped from the bed and stood so she was facing me. “What are you doing? Are you crazy?” I yelped as Rosie lifted her top over her head, then quickly bent and peeled off her panties. For seconds she stood facing me, proudly naked.

“I’m a woman… even if you haven’t noticed,” she finally announced, then jumped back under the sheets and slid next to me. The image of her dark triangle of thick pubic hair was burned forever deep into my brain.

“Of course I’ve noticed. Christ Rosie, what do ya want, I just got shot twice-”

“I woulda killed myself-”

“What are you talking about?” I grumbled, but I couldn’t stop the blood that was rushing in to fill my cock.

“If you had died… I would have killed myself Johnnie,” my little sister said gravely.

“Are you nuts,” I almost yelled. I took her head in my hands, held her so her dark eyes were just inches from mine, “Listen Rosie, you have a sister who loves you. A nephew. A boy out there somewhere who’ll love you so much honey… you’ll have babies. Don’t ever say something like that again, don’t even think it,” I ordered.

“I almost slept with a boy three weeks ago,” she suddenly blurted.

“Are you trying to give me a freakin heart attack?” I groaned. “I’m sick baby.”

“I think of it a lot… sex, I mean… and you shouldn’t swear,” she admonished with some more girlish exasperation.

“But you didn’t?” I finally spat out, every one of my senses aware of Rosie’s sexual ripeness.

“I told you I was still a virgin,” she said with a teenagers pout, then completely changed the subject again. “Do you like that doctor?”

“What doctor?” I stalled.

“Ha, ha. The tall redheaded one… O’Malley… with the great body.”

“Rosie, I almost died for crying out loud. I wasn’t checking out the bloody doctors. Besides, she’s married.”

“Well all the nurses and doctors were checking out you,” she accused with a grin on her lips, then added, “and all the nurses think your sexy doctor is far too nice to be hooked up with her hubby. Did you see him? He’s like five feet tall.”

“He’s an ass,” I agreed quickly.

“So you do like her?”

“She’s okay,” I admitted.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Johnnie, do you think I have a good body?” Rosie asked, changing the subject yet again.

“Honey, I’ve got to get some sleep,” I complained but Rosie simply ignored me and pushed the sheet down our bodies.

“My breasts?” she asked as her two hands moved under them and lifted them. They were full, round breasts, and had the perfect combination of firmness and ripeness that only a young girl has for those first fleeting years of womanhood.

“My nipples are too big,” she complained as she slowly ran her fingers over the hard, dark red nubs. “They show through my sweaters, my shirts… when I get excited.”

“Well don’t get excited then. Gosh honey, you’re going to an all girls school for crying out loud,” I complained, but my eyes were glued to her breasts. “And your breasts are fine,” I said nonchalantly, my disinterest belied by my shaft which was dancing proudly upward in the air.

“You get excited,” she accused, then grabbed my hand which was lying between our bodies.

“I’m a man, we can’t help it,” I said as I watched her bring my hand to her breast. I didn’t resist. I softly squeezed the satiny smooth skin then let my fingers close on the dark nipple that sat so proudly atop it.

“No ones ever touched them, at least not when I was naked,” she said as her hand released mine and then slipped down and across my stomach. “Ohhhh,” she groaned as I stretched the fat bud, “definitely not like that.”

“Did someone touch them when you were dressed,” I tried to demand fiercely but she wasn’t fooled.

“I want you to be my first,” she said softly as her fingers circled my penis. My hand seemed to have a life of its own as it moved over her chest, cupping, then caressing, her virgin breasts.

“You’re first what honey,” I groaned.

“And no ones ever touched me here Johnnie,” she whispered as she guided my fingers that had been caressing her breasts downward until she pressed my palm against her thickly pelted mound. I immediately felt the stickiness as my middle finger ran up and down her slit.

“Rosie, I’m your brother,” I groaned, my cock throbbing in her hot, damp palm.

“When you’re better… I know you can’t now,” she said as she leaned over me so that her lips were just inches from mime. “I want you to be my first… like you were for Maria… I want you inside me.”

“Maria? What do you mean,” I asked, trying to stall even as my blush gave me away.

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow Johnnie, you’re sick, you need your sleep,” Rosie answered as she gave my penis one last squeeze, then released me while nestling her body closer to mine.

“We won’t talk about it ever again,” I said, “Now c’mon, get out of here, your poor sick brother has got to get some sleep.”

“The nurse told me I should stay close to you… all night, just in case you need anything,” she said as she pushed even tighter against me. “I love you,” she whispered then captured my lips in hers.

It took a long time before we finally fell asleep in each others arms.