Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Family Vacation: >1

My Mom and my Aunt Tara are fraternal twins. They were best friends as kids and even went to college together. But after they met their respective husbands, they went to completely different parts of the country. Aunt Tara and Uncle Micah

moved to Pennsylvania while my Mom and Dad bought a house in the suburbs of Chicago.

Soon, both sisters had babies and -- surprise surprise -- they both gave birth to twins. First, Aunt Tara had my cousins, Logan and Marissa. Two years later, my Mom gave birth to my brother, Liam, and me, Melanie.

My Mom and her twin sister still keep in touch. These days it's harder not to stay in contact with someone. However, a FaceTime isn't the same as a face-to-face. And so, once a year, both families get together for a week's vacation in July. As a joke, I named these annual gatherings TwinCon, and it's had that designation ever since.

Because my family hosted TwinCon the previous year, it was our turn to pile into the car and make our way to Aunt Tara's in PA. However, we would be driving even further than usual that year because we'd all rented a house on the Jersey Shore. Seven days of sun and fun in a place that (I hoped) wouldn't be as bad as MTV made it seem.

The morning of the trip, we woke up at the crack of dawn to help my father load up the SUV. I had two heavy suitcases in my arms and the weight wasn't helping me wake up any. My parents were already outside waiting in the car, and my Dad's impatience with his teenaged children was starting to show. He honked the horn, probably infuriating half the neighborhood. I could hear his exasperation in how the car blared.

I scrambled down the stairs, not wanting any more of my Dad's ire than I'd already incurred. Right as I got to the door, however, my twin brother Liam shoved me out of the way to get past. There was zero reason for him to do that, he got no benefit from it. He tossed me aside simply because he could.

"Why do have to be such a jerk, Liam?" I shouted after my brother.

"Why do you have to be such a baby, Lemony?" Liam shouted back. My name is Melanie, but when we were younger my brother twisted my name around by accident and the name stuck. For nearly as long as I can remember, I've been Lemony or Lemon. It's not the worst nickname in the world. I've used it as an excuse to have a love affair with the color yellow. I wear daffodil-hued shirts and paint my nails 'banana.' My old, beat up Civic could best be described as mustard. Even my hair is golden, though that's just luck of the draw.

I picked up my bags again and lugged them out the front door. I could see my father arguing with my Mom and I didn't need to hear them to know it was already ugly. We needed to get going or there were going to be consequences. "What took you two so damn long?" Dad asked as Liam tossed his bags in the trunk.

"Lemony was holding me up," Liam said.

I shouldn't have been surprised that my brother was throwing me under the bus. It had been his favorite pastime for the last few months. Ever since we turned eighteen, really. I guess I kept expecting the sweet, loving sibling I'd grown up with to show up again. Sadly, it seemed my best friend/brother was dead.

Somewhere along the way, I'd been transformed from a playmate and secret confidant into an obstacle for my brother to shove out of his way. As if a life filled with crappy cliques and bad boyfriends wasn't already challenging enough. Absently, as I loaded my suitcase into the trunk, I wondered if our cousins, Logan and Marissa, were having similar problems getting along. Maybe this was a stage all siblings went through.

I was the last of the family to climb into the car. I pulled on my seatbelt and glared over at my brother. Liam was blond, like me, and, while not short, his broad shoulders, strong chest, and muscular legs made him seem squat. He wasn't built like a fire hydrant or anything, but years of wrestling in high school made him look the part. At least he didn't have any of that weird ear thing going on. If Liam noticed me eyeing him, he didn't acknowledge it. He stared out the window, like he was soaking in the slow dawn.

Speaking of not getting along... Even though we were all now ready to go, Dad continued to rant about our slow morning. Mom's persistent, detached calm seemed to only rile him up further.

"We're fine on time," Mom said.

"Says the person who isn't driving," Dad said.

"You want me to take the first shift? I'm happy to," Mom said. Her agreeable nature was as argumentative as anything my Dad was yelling about.

Around the same time Liam and I started to really go after each other, Mom and Dad began having similar problems. I wondered if angry feelings were contagious or something. Or maybe it was just that Liam and I were heading to college in a few short months and the upcoming separation was stressing everyone out. I loved my family dearly, but a part of me couldn't help but look forward to getting away from them. Maybe the break would be good for all of us. And if not, at least I wouldn't have to be there to witness it anymore.

But before I could make my getaway, we all had to endure one last, long car ride with each other. Our little sedan wasn't overpacked, but it still felt heavy. Our arguments and animosity were more than enough to drag us down.

*

At some point my parents stopped bickering and I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up, the sun was out, and we were speeding through Ohio. I saw Liam was still passed out, his head lolled on the window. But that wasn't what was most noticeable about my brother.

He had a boner!

Poking up from his navy-blue shorts, as unmissable as if it had a foghorn attached, was my brother's erect penis. I hadn't had a lot of experiences with boy parts, certainly not in judging their size based solely on how they pressed upwards in their pants, but Liam's bulge sure did seem prominent to me.

I mean, I'd had a couple boyfriends before. And I used the Internet. So, you know, it wasn't like I was a prude or anything. But still, this was my brother's erection -- it looked awfully large in his shorts -- and I guess some base biological part of me became captivated by it.

When he wasn't being a total jerkwad, I could acknowledge that Liam was kind of cute in a brotherly sort of way. He kept his blonde hair cropped short, another remnant of his wrestling days. With the hair and the muscles, Liam seemed like a very serious young man.

In truth, Liam was sweet and kind of a goofball. His pale blue eyes sparkled with mirth. In fact, his face was always set in a playful expression, like he was quietly laughing to himself at the ridiculousness of existence. Liam floats through life, Mom had said once, and I thought that was an accurate description.

In the car that morning though, there was nothing soft about what was going on in my brother's pants. I did my best not to stare, despite my sudden fascination. I mean, if I were asleep and my oversized boob popped out of my shirt, I wouldn't want Liam to be drooling over it while I drowsed. Though I doubted he wouldn't even care. Maybe it would even gross him out, seeing his sister's big, flabby tit. He didn't seem to have much patience for any of my other parts, lately. By the way Liam moved and moaned in his sleep, I assumed he was having a sex dream. I was pretty sure my twin brother was still a virgin. As far as I knew, Liam was like me: he'd had a couple of very high school relationships that never went beyond heavy petting. But that didn't stop his unconscious brain from simulating the experience, apparently.

Liam shifted and I quickly looked away.

"Oh, Mel..." he moaned. Then he jerked awake like he'd been hit with a cattle prod.

I quickly ripped my head around and focused on the endless empty that surrounded the highway. Had my brother been dreaming about me? There was no way, right? First off, I was his sister, so I doubted he had any feelings for me beyond the usual sibling stuff. Second, he clearly hated my fricking guts. So, it had to be my mistake. Besides, my brother always called me Lemony or Lemon -- never Mel. He was almost certainly dreaming about some other girl in our class. Maybe Melissa Hardaway from third period Spanish? That made perfect sense.

"Was I, um, snoring?" Liam asked the car as he stretched back into consciousness. He eyed the cabin nervously.

"Is that what you call it? I thought you'd brought a bulldozer with you into the car," I said.

"Shut up, Lemon," Liam said, "At least I don't talk in my sleep."

"I do not!"

"I mean, seriously, I should have brought earplugs with me or something."

"Could the both of you please let it go," Dad said, "One minute of peace. That's all I'm asking for. Sweet fucking Christ."

I wanted to argue back. Both Liam and I had been quite quiet for the last four hours at least. But I knew that arguing with my Dad would only make things worse. So, I apologized and put in my headphones.

*