Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Fuck: You Owe Me: 4 Back in his room, barely half an hour after masturbating with his stepsister, Chris was still a little disoriented.

He'd just jerked off in front of Laura. She'd fingered herself. She'd touched his cock. She'd licked his cock. Was any of this normal? Granted, they weren't related, but it still felt... taboo. He was sure he should feel guilty. But he didn't. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? Downstairs, Laura was working on beef stroganoff wearing her jeans, her tank top, and a permanent smile. She kept thinking about the experience she just shared with her stepbrother. Laying between his legs, watching him stroke himself, she working her clit. Just thinking about it made her cheeks flush and she felt hot. And she had to laugh, too. She was giddy. And she still couldn't believe she'd tasted his precum. She'd just been overcwith desire.

She found something liberating in not thinking rationally, not questioning or doubting. She hadn't thought. She'd just done. And she felt really, really good about it, too. Like she'd found a new purchase on her life, a new sense of control and confidence.

She felt sexy. And she liked it.

Except for the sideways grins Laura and Chris kept shooting back and forth, dinner was uneventfully normal. Lucy, Chris's mother, had had a bad day at work and wasn't saying much. She was a trial lawyer; a lot of people thought that sounded more exciting than it really was: she was in environmental law. Right now, she was tied up in litigation with a local warehouse. Chris was actually surprised she was htonight. Lately she'd had so much work she'd been sleeping at the office.

Jack, Laura's father, was the curator of the art museum. At the moment, he was gabbing about a new Van Gogh exhibit coming to town next week. Normally, whenever a new exhibit was coming, Laura was all over her dad to take her. Van Gogh wasn't one of her favorites, however, so she was on autopilot, smiling and nodding when appropriate.

Mainly, she was thinking about Chris sitting across from her. He normally didn't smell this good. He must've been wearing cologne, and it was driving her crazy. She wasn't entirely sure why but she had a pretty good idea the earlier events of the afternoon had something to do with it.

She smiled to herself, remembering how good it felt having a secret.

Across the table, Chris was also zoning out. He was so focused on his stepsister. Every move, bite of food, sigh, sound, shift, cough. He couldn't stop thinking about earlier. He kept remembering the feel of her hand, the smell of her perfume, the softness of her tongue, the wetness of her hand. While he still wasn't sure if he should feel guilty, he sure as hell felt like seconds.

Since Laura had cooked, it was up to Chris to clean. Jack and Lucy retreated to the family room to watch Jeopardy. Laura had gone up to her room to do shomework. Secretly, Chris had hoped she might stay and help him with the dishes, but since he hadn't helped her with dinner, he couldn't really blher.

He was just finishing with the crock-pot when he smelled a familiar fragrance. Then he felt two hands slide onto his shoulders. "How's it going?" Laura said, her face moving in beside his.

"A few more left. Hey, great dinner." She smiled happily. "You liked?" "Yeah. Beef was fantastic." "Hmm. I'm still waiting on mine." He stopped mid-scrub, unable to contain his smile and the roll of his eyes. "Wow. Okay. Didn't know you were that corny." He pulled the clean crock-pot from the sink. "But I gotta be honest. I don't think mine's as good as yours." Her voice cdown to a whisper, sensual against his ear. "I know better than you." He felt her lick his neck. "Hey, heathens." It was Lucy from the family room. "Law & Order's coming on. You gonna watch?" Chris and Laura knew their parents couldn't see them, so Laura answered, quick and smooth. "No, thanks. Chris is gonna helpwith my homework." She looked at him purposefully. "Aren't you?" Chris just smiled. In the family room, Lucy shrugged. "Suit yourself." They could hear Jack's newspaper shuffle as he looked up from it. "Laura's taking biology?" Chris and Laura stifled their laughter as they headed upstairs. "Where do you wanna do it?" Chris asked, then quickly added, "Your homework. Where do you wanna do your homework?" He said it loud enough for their parents to hear.

Laura giggled. "Your room okay?" "Seems only fair." "Alright. I'll grab my books and be over." And she disappeared into her room, closing the door. Chris went over to his room, put on a U2 playlist of mp3's, and hopped on the intewhile he waited.

Between a trial lawyer and a museum curator, their family was well-provided for. The house had wireless internet, both Chris and Laura had LCD's in their rooms, and the family room was decked out with a large plasma screen and surround sound. Jack was nuts about plasma technology, but when it cto Chris and Laura's rooms, he let them pick their TV's. Laura the photographer was partial to LCD's. Chris just got what she got. And Lucy couldn't care less. She was barely henough to enjoy any of it.

Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on 5sfor uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! As he checked his email, his mind again wandered to earlier that day, then quickly wandered to what was to cwhen Laura cover to do her "homework". Chris was excited, but he also felt a strange nervousness welling up in him. He wanted to see Laura and be with her again, but what if they got caught? Would their parents care? Would they be angry? Was there anything for them to care or be angry about? Everyone got along - Lucy liked Laura and Jack liked Chris. Were they potentially ruining everything by giving in to these very sudden urges? Before he could ponder any of the answers to those questions, he heard a knock on the bathroom door. His and Laura's rooms were connected by their own bathroom. "It's open," he said, his voice squeaking slightly.

Laura cin. She'd changed into her pajamas which were basically nothing more than an oversized navy blue t-shirt that said "wISH AWAY" across the chest. She'd found it in a store selling discount clothes for overweight women. She'd thought it was funny. The idea behind the shirt was that on a larger woman it would be tighter, and the words would be across the breasts. On Laura, however, it just looked like an overall statement. Or an invitation.

When Chris saw her, he felt his heart beat a little faster. "Wow," he said, as she pulled her hair back in a ponytail. "You like?" she said, finally presenting herself, ponytail and all for comments. The shirt cdown around her thighs and her legs were so silky smooth and uniformly tan. Most of her friends thought she went tanning, but it was just how she looked. Naturally amazing. He couldn't tell if she was wearing underwear or not.

"I definitely like. But what if one of them comes up?" He was talking about their parents. "Won't it be kinda weird? You dressed like that?" "Not if I leave through the bathroom, it won't." Chris smiled. She was a thinker. He may have had the better grades, but she definitely had the common sense.

He was sitting on the bed, his laptop in his lap. She sat down next to him. "I still can't believe what happened earlier," she said.

He closed the computer and set it aside. neither." "Do you regret it?" "No." The answer cso quickly it surprised him.

"Good, because I don't either," she did we said. "I was thinking to myself, did we really do as do anything wrong? And as far as I can tell, I don't think we did. I mean, it's not like we're related." "Thank god. If I had a sister like you prancing around like that at night, I'd be in big trouble." She beamed sweetly, flattered. "Really?" "Hell, yes. Do you have any idea how hard it was not to jump you at dinner?" "Mmm, not half as hard as it was to not jump you. And I think even if you were my brother I'd still have wanted to watch you jerk off." He felt his cock twitch. "Really?"

She took his hand. "Chris, I've never been that turned on in my life don't I know what's happening to me. You know me! I'm normally not like this. But I just feel so... I don't know..." "Free," he said.

"Yes. Exactly. That's it. I feel free with you, like it's okay to feel or do anything because -" She stopped, and her other hand cto his knee. "I trust you."

He smiled warmly. "Thank you." He could smell her perfagain, and the way the light caught her dark hair made it shimmer beautifully. Her skin looked so soft and her eyes glistened in his dimly lit room. He squeezed her hand. She squeezed back. Through his stereo, "Stay (Far Away, So Close)" played quietly.

Then her smile, turned playful. "So I need shelp with my biology homework." "I'll do anything I can. What's the assignment?" The will be updated first on this website. Cback and continue reading tomorrow, everyone! mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1