Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

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Personally, | blmy parents.

They were the ones who insisted that they needed privacy and banished us down to the finished basement with

its old, smelly carpeting and busted up furniture. It was our parents who decided that cable was a huge ripoff

and Netflix was a scam, leaving us to explore the depths and dangers of broadcast television. And It was our

parents who said -- even though | was a senior in high school and Emily was a freshman in college -- that we

weren't allowed to go out unsupervised. It's like they wanted us to get into trouble.

Emily and | were sitting on the couch in the basement, TV on in the background, talking about stuff that we

probably shouldn't have been. Despite being older thanby a year, my big sister Emily was tiny next to me.

She had light brown hair down to her shoulders. A perky little nose that turned up just slightly at the end. A

wicked, sensuous smile.

Emily was tellingabout college -- she went to state school but Mom and Dad made her live at home. That

whole trust thing again. She talked about classes and friends and, of course, boys. | asked her if she was seeing

anyone and she said

no.

"How can | with Mom and Dad's rules?" Emily asked, "What about you, Ryan? Breaking any high school girls’

hearts?"

"Obviously not," | said, "I'm living with the sbullshit you are."

"Seriously," Emily said, "All I've got in my life is porn, plus Rosy Palms and her five little sisters."

If I'd been drinking, I'd have done a spit take. My big sister said what?

"Oh con," Emily said, "You can't tellyou don't do it, too. Plus you're a boy. | bet if you don't jerk it at

least twice a day your head just pops off."

| laughed and admitted that | did it at least that frequently.

"See?" Emily said.

"And you?" | asked.

My big sister blushed. "I do it enough," Emily said, "OK, probably a bit more than enough."

| had to laugh at that and Emily did too. It was a nervous laugh. Like edging water from a hose, it cout too

loud and strong because of all the pressure building behind it.

"Look at us two losers," | said, "Sitting in the basement watching old gshows and talking about

masturbating."

"You're not a loser, Ryan," Emily said. She reached over and touched my arm. In that moment it felt as intimate

as if she'd grabbed my dick. "Your dirty blonde hair. Big green eyes. You have those sexy legs from soccer. You

makelaugh all the time. | mean, any girl would be lucky to have you."

"If | could ever take one on a date, let alone bring her home," | said.

"You'll be fine," Emily said, "I'm the one who's going to end up as an old maid."

"Oh Emily," | said, "Are you kidding? You're fucking gorgeous. If you think my green eyes are so great, well,

you've got the sones. Your lips are so pink and kissable. And your body. | mean, wow." "No tits," she said.

"They're perfect for your build," | said, "You've got great legs and your butt is just... Not to mention how smart

you are. The way you always outwork everyone else. Any guy would be lucky to have you." "If | could ever take

one on a date," Emily said, "Let alone bring him home."

"Exactly."

We sighed in unison. "Do | really look that good?" Emily asked, "Not to my brother. But if you put your, like, guy

goggles on."

| mimed putting on a pair of glasses and then slowly studied my sister from head to toe. "Yup, pretty hot. From

what | can see, anyway."

"You're saying if you sawnaked, you might change your mind?" Emily asked.

"It's just that... Well, your clothes aren't exactly revealing." Emily was wearing a pair of loose-fitting sweatpants

and a beat up, white t-shirt. It looked comfortable, but she wasn't askingabout comfort.

Emily smiled at me. | knew that smile. It was the one that said she was about to do something dangerous. My

sister had always been a bit of a risk taker. One of the reasons she didn't have a car, that Mom actually dropped

her off at school every morning, was that my parents were terrified whenever she was behind the wheel.

"So if | take off my shirt, you might givea more honest appraisal?" Emily asked. She didn't even wait for my

response, just ripped her t-shirt over her head. Now my big sister was sitting in front ofin only a thin, white

bra. Without the shirt, | saw that she'd sold her breasts short. They were actually pretty big, standing pertly on

her chest. It was all those loose clothes she wore -- they made her look less endowed than she was.

"Your turn," Emily said.

Reflexively, | looked behind me. Though | can't imagine what | was worried about. We were a full flight of stairs

under the rest of the house. There was a thick metal fire door at the top that my father insisted had to stay

closed at all times when we were downstairs. In fact, my parents never even cdown there -- they'd always

just knock and yell if they needed something.

The house was old, too, with thick walls and floors that seemed to swallow sound. Emily and I could have started

a heavy metal band down there and my parents wouldn't know until we invited them to our first concert.

Sure that the coast was clear, | stripped off my shirt and tossed it to the side. Emily's eyes went wide.

"Holy fuck, Ryan!" she said, and started tracing the muscles in arms, my chest, "When did you get these?"

"I don't know," | said. Honestly it wasn't something | really paid attention to. | was trying for a soccer scholarship

and so I'd been working out at least twice a day, once with the team and once on my own. "I guess getting ready

for the season, | just..."

"You wear such loose clothing," Emily said, "I never really noticed."

Her hand hadn't left my bare skin. | couldn't help myself -- | reached out and touched the top of her boob.

"Holy fuck, Emily," | said, "When the fuck did you get these?"

My sister gavea dirty look, but she didn't pushaway. "I was 12, remember. You were there."

"Yeah, but, | mean... You were complaining about your boobs before but these are really awesome," | said, still

touching the tops of her tits. "You've got an incredible body, Sis."

And she did. | knew my sister was cute, I'd already told her that. But this... Her stomach was washboard flat. Her

skin pale. Without really thinking about it, | dropped my hands to her sweatpants and pulled those down.