Unspoken Pleasure

My sister settled into me. Her breath tickled at my chest hair. My eyes lowered languid as reality began to drift. "What do you want to do?" Betsy asked.

"I was about to fall asleep," I said.

"No sleeping," Betsy said, shifting into full brat mode. "Not until after I leave. We need to do something."

"I could go get Parcheesi," I said.

Betsy turned her head and glared at me.

"I guess we could talk?" I said.

"About what?" Betsy asked.

"I don't know, life. Stuff like that. You still seeing that guy, David or whatever?"

"Ugh, no," Betsy said, "What about you? What happened with that blonde chick you were telling me about?"

"Melissa? That went so bad, I can't even tell you," I said.

"What happened?" I could tell I'd piqued my sister's interest.

"What happened with you and David?" I asked.

Betsy groaned and rolled her eyes. "He was a pig. All he ever wanted to do was fuck."Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

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I couldn't keep the surprise off my face. I had trouble imagining my sister taking her clothes off, let alone that. Even her use of the curse word was surprising. My sweet sister wasn't one for swearing, usually.

Betsy giggled. "We didn't actually have sex," she said, "That was the problem. Like, I'm fine with making out or whatever, but he was DTF after the first date and I wasn't ready. I guess, after, a while, he lost patience with me. I caught him hooking up with some random girl at the grad party last month."

"I'm sorry," I said.

"I'm not," Betsy said, "He was a jerk. What about you?"

"Oh, Mel and I had sex all the time," I said.

Betsy's eyes went wide, and she shoved me, hard. "Not that!" she cried out, "Why'd you two break up?"

"Oh," I said, "Well, that was kind of the problem. Sex was all we ever did. After a while, I realized that we'd never had a real conversation. Like, I didn't even know her middle name or if she had a big family. It was weird." "I'm sorry," Betsy said, mirroring me from before.

"I'm not," I said, "I want a real relationship. One where it's not just physical. Where we can talk and have fun. And even when we do touch, it doesn't have to be about sex. Like, lying around and cuddling is nice, too." "Yes," Betsy said, her voice suddenly distant. "This is really nice."

"Seems like you're pretty warm under there," I said, trying not to hint too hard.

"I'm going, I'm going," Betsy said, "I'm not totally comfy, but I guess this will be good enough."

My sister slid out from under the covers, then ambled out of my bedroom. When I rolled over to fall asleep though, I found the mattress felt strangely empty.

*

The next day was Monday, so I spent most of my time answering phones at work. Doing admin for a reinsurance company wasn't the worst summer temp job I'd ever had, and it kept me busy. I didn't put a lot of thought into the day before and what had happened. Mostly because, as far as I was concerned, nothing had. I mean, it was a little weird, what Betsy and I had done, but it wasn't that unusual.

Except, when I got home, I found myself looking forward to something and I couldn't figure out what it was. Then, finally, it dawned on me. Some part of me, an inexplicable aspect for sure, was anticipating Betsy joining me in bed again. Which was silly for a whole host of reasons. Most importantly was that it wasn't going to happen again. I'd lived with my sister for almost two decades and we weren't going to change habits so easily.

I had dinner with my parents and Betsy. I watched Netflix on the couch. Finally, around 10pm, I took my evening shower and crawled into bed. The house was quiet. Whatever little hope I had was finally shot down. My sister was clearly not coming.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Hey Bran?" Betsy called through the door.

I told my sister she could come in. She was in a similar outfit as the day before, another hoodie (this one yellow) with dark sweats. She had on thick, wool socks, as well. Seriously, we were in Florida in mid-June. Most people compared the weather here to living on the sun. How was she ever comfortable like that?

"You don't have to knock," I told her.

"I don't want to catch you indecent," Betsy said.

"I'm always indecent," I said.

My sister frowned at me. "Anyway, I was hoping I could get a little warmed up again, like last night."

"I make you hot, don't I," I said.

"You make me lukewarm," Betsy said, "At best. But it's better than icy freezing which is what I feel right now."

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"Well let's see what big brother can do for you," I said, and patted the bed.

"You're in an odd mood today," Betsy said, but she crawled under the covers and koala-ed up to me once again.

"Sorry," I said, "I guess I was trying to be funny, or something."

"You are funny," Betsy said, "When you're not trying so hard. Is something wrong?"

I thought about it for a moment. I didn't think anything was up with me until Betsy came in the room and I got all flustered. I don't know how to describe it. I was being creepy, awkward, visual novel flirty, and I couldn't figure out why. "I don't think something's wrong," I said, "I guess I found myself kind of looking forward to you coming in here again. And I know it's odd to be looking forward to cuddling with my sister."

"It's not strange, it's sweet," Betsy said, "I liked spending time with you, too. It's nice to be close with someone."

"Even if it's your big, dumb brother?"

"You're not big," Betsy said, "Not in a bad way. I like your size, it's good for snuggling. And you're definitely not dumb."

"Thanks," I said. I felt the need to say something back. "You're super cute. All my friends say so. And, um, you're fun to talk to, too."

Betsy responded by burying her head into my bare chest. She pulled her hood back, revealing her cute, elfin face. Her cheeks were a little pink and she had her brown hair back in another long, trailing braid. She rested her hand on my chest and began absently tracing her fingers through my hair.

"You have a nice body," she said, continuing our compliment exchange. "Broad, but not fat. Not too muscle-y either. You're a good hugger."

"You're easy to hug," I said.

"Yeah." Betsy yawned.