Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Family Vacation: >3

"Weird," Marissa said. She got clean clothes out of her dresser. Her body was so petite and perfect. My cousin was gorgeous, and I found myself envious. Her flat stomach and perky chest, why was I stuck with so much other stuff? "Maybe it's cause you're leaving for school," Marissa continued, unaware of my jealous eye. "I think it's human nature, to push each other away when all we really want to do is stay."

"With me and Liam, maybe," I said., "My parents, though? Why would us leaving make them argue?" I lifted off my top and started to put on my bra. I noticed my older cousin was staring at my chest again. Not that I could judge, I'd been doing the same thing. Still, it made me feel on display in an uncomfortable way. "Um, Marissa?"

"Oh, sorry," Marissa said, looking away. "They're just so... I mean, how could I not notice? We should start calling you Melon-y."

I laughed as I shimmied my shorts over my wide hips. "It's fine, really."

"If anything, I'm super jealous," Marissa said. She took off her own top and started to get dressed. I thought my cousin's little boobs fit her body fine. She was tall and thin, but still very feminine. I guess both of us would have switched bodies if we could. Though I'd seen enough Lindsay Lohan films to know that was a bad idea. "Did you have them, you know, done?" My cousin whispered that last word like it was a curse.

"Are you kidding? If anything, I'm thinking about reduction surgery," I said, standing up fully dressed. "I hate these big jugs."

"Well, I'm sure there are some side benefits," Marissa said with a sultry wink as she slipped on her own shorts. "My doofy brother couldn't keep his eyes off you. It almost made me jealous. In a, like, totally appropriate sister way."

As if he'd heard us talking about him, there was a knock on the door and Logan poked his head in. "Mom says it's breakfast now or not at all."

"On our way," Marissa said. She watched her brother leave the room with a look I couldn't place. It definitely wasn't the revulsion I'd been sharing with my own twin.

*

After breakfast, we went out and loaded up Uncle Micah's SUV for the drive to the shore. He'd bought one of those big Dodge Durangos and, with some squeezing, we could all fit in. We kids were all stuffed in the back, almost on top of each other, but we put in our earphones and made do. It was kind of nice, honestly, all of us together again.

I'd always felt like we should have been siblings instead of cousins. That is to say. Marissa and Logan were more than my Aunt's kids; they were family and I cherished TwinCon more than I ever let on.

About an hour away from our destination, we stopped at some convenience store called a Wawa to fill up on gas and empty our bladders. The bathrooms were much cleaner here, thank God. After I peed, I went inside and did a little shopping. I found a pair of cheap sunglasses and grabbed them, plus a bag of Combos and a bottle of Diet Coke.

Off to the far side by the freezer, I noticed Logan and Marissa were whispering very seriously to each other. I guess I was staring, because I felt a hand on my shoulder and nearly jumped out of my shoes.

"Liam!" I said, a sort of shout whisper.

"Sorry," Liam said. He gave me that playful smirk of his. "Just thought I'd get my secret out of the way early. Logan has a hard-on."

I looked across the shelves, past piles of beef jerky and bags of chips, and tried to see. "How can you tell from here?"

"He's had it since we started the drive," Liam said. I guess there were some negatives to being on top of each other in the car. I imagined my brother must have been pretty mortified when he felt his cousin poking him in the side. "That seems more like his secret than yours," I said, "Unless your secret is that you liked feeling it." I waggled my eyebrows at my brother.

"Hell no," Liam said, "Now you owe me one."

I couldn't think of anything off-hand, so I told him he'd get my secret when we got down the shore.

We piled back in the car. Logan got in first, and I saw my brother was right -- our cousin was pitching a tent in his shorts. Like my own twin, he seemed to have created quite a bit of space in there. I told myself to stop being a perv, but it was hard not to wonder if what I was seeing was actually that large or just a genital illusion.

Unlike the last time when we coupled by gender, Marissa got in right after her brother, followed by Liam and then me. Immediately Marissa sat down right on Logan's lap. I waited for the inevitable shriek of horror when her bottom hit his hard dick, but she didn't say anything. Instead she settled, like it was the most comfortable spot in the world.

I perched up on Liam's leg, trying to replace a way to be as settled as my cousin. I was pretty sure I could feel his snake slithering up to meet me, as well, but I forced myself to ignore it.

We were only about an hour away now. The land looked different, the sky bluer, the ground more marsh than forest. I could smell the salt air on the wind, even though the windows were rolled up. I leaned into my brother. I could feel his hardness on my inner thigh. To my surprise, it didn't bother me at all. In fact, it felt kind of good.

"This is nice," I said to no one in particular.

"Oh yeah..." Marissa said dreamily. Her eyes were glazed over, like she was focused on some other faraway place.

*

We pulled up to the shore house a little after noon. It was a tall, thin house, attached to its exact match on the other side. It all looked very beachy: painted white with hot pink shutters and balconies at every window. The Durango tipped and settled as we pulled into the gravel driveway.

As we got out, the sea smell was overpowering. The sun felt stronger -- brighter and hotter. Seagulls screamed at each other as they circled above. We emptied the car and lugged our luggage into the house.

The house was generic, but it was well lit, with newer looking furniture and surprisingly clean carpeting. We'd walked into the living room and it had a long sectional couch in front of a big flatscreen TV. A set of stairs went off to the left and I could see a modern looking kitchen in the next room over.

"Crap!"