Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Family Vacation: >4

It was my Dad. He'd already made it upstairs. We all followed his voice and saw him staring, forlornly, into one of the bedrooms. It was a small room, painted seashell pink, with two lacquer-framed twin beds. He looked at all of us, exasperated, as if the tragedy of this was self-evident.

"On the website, they said it was two beds for four kids," Dad said, "I didn't realize they meant it would be in the same room."

"Maybe there's another bedroom," Mom said.

"Sure, Deb, I looked all over the house, but I bet you'll replace the secret place I couldn't see," Dad snapped. Everyone looked at each other, I could feel the uncomfortable like it was the temperature, rising up my skin.

As we explored, we found that, as my Dad had so politely pointed out, there were only two other bedrooms in the house. Both had Queen-sized beds clearly intended for the adult couples. There was a sectional in the living room, as I'd mentioned, but there were no other places to sleep except that tiny room with the two skinny beds.

"I'm sorry guys," Dad said to us kids after we'd canvassed the house. "I'm sending a complaint, but at this point I can't pull another bedroom out of my ass.

"That's OK, Uncle Gary," Marissa said, "Even if you could, we wouldn't want to sleep in anything that came out of your butt."

My Dad gave her a rare smile and went to help Mom set up the kitchen. Meanwhile, we went upstairs and flopped down on the beds.

"I guess we'll split boys and girls?" I said.

"So, you two will be nice and comfortable while us guys sleep halfway on the floor?" Liam said. He and I had been having such a good day up till then, too. Maybe Dad's bad mood was contagious. "I'm just saying, it makes more sense to sleep boy-girl. That way there's enough space for everyone to be comfortable."

"So, we'll share the bed with our siblings?" Marissa asked.

"What's wrong with that?" Liam said, "It's not like I'm putting the moves on my sister."

I saw Marissa shoot Logan a look. Again, something was going on between them, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"It'll be fine," Logan said. His deep voice strangely tremulous.

*

We ate lunch and hurried to get changed for the beach. I put on a daffodil (what else?) one piece and pulled a long, white coverall over that. Then I slipped into my flipflops and headed downstairs. Everyone else was waiting for me in the living

room.

Marissa had on a tie-dye t-shirt over a dark blue bikini. I could only see the bottoms, but it seemed like a fairly conservative cut. Logan and my brother were both in trunks (Liam's were red, Logan's were a green tartan) and had on t-shirts. We were all wearing sandals.

"Heading to the shore!" Marissa called out.

"Be back in time for dinner!" Aunt Tara replied.

We stepped outside and walked up to the beach. The sun seemed even brighter now, somehow, and I quickly slipped on my new sunglasses. The house was only a block from the shore. The road was quiet and speckled with sand. My legs were stiff from two days in a car and I felt slow and awkward.

At the end of the road, there was a cul-de-sac with a set of wooden steps that led up to the boardwalk. We went up on the wooden slats and stared out at sand and endless ocean. It was quiet, only a few people jogging by. Women pushed their babies in strollers. A few towns over, the strip got rowdy with t-shirt shops, pizza places, and bars mini-golf. But here, the town ordnance only allowed for houses near the boardwalk, so it was peaceful.

We went down the wooden steps on the other side and stepped onto the beach. The sand was speckled and warm, littered with broken seashells and the occasional discarded plastic cup. The ocean -- green-brown water with tight, violent waves -- roared. We walked down close, to just beyond where the water licked at the land, and set up camp.

We'd all brought folding chairs and towels. Logan had an umbrella and he planted it firmly in the ground. I unrolled my towel and sat down in my chair. I'd brought a big floppy hat and I put that on. The boys quickly stripped off their shirts, kicked off their sandals, and ran to the ocean. Marissa and I stayed back.

"God, this is nice," I said.

The beach was busy enough, but not crowded. A few families bobbed in the ocean; kids played in the sand. It was a suburban beach, for better or worse. The fun stuff happened a few towns over, like I said. But it was also relaxing, and it was nice not to get ogled by muscle-heads with slicked-back hair and poor tattoo choices.

Eventually, I got up, removed my coverall, and took a dip in the ocean. It was mid-August, so the water was cold, but not icy. I only went about thigh deep, but it was nice to feel the ocean on my legs. I saw my brother and cousin out deeper, jumping the waves. I'd left my sunglasses and hat on, so I didn't try to join them. When the boys saw me, I waved. They both seemed to take that as a sign, and headed back to shore.

"Water's great," Liam said. Logan nodded in agreement. We walked back to our setup. Marissa was lying on her stomach, her head buried in her arms.

"Will one of you do my back?" she asked, her voice muffled.

"I've got it," Logan said.

"I guess I'll get you then, Lemony," Liam said reluctantly, though I hadn't even asked.

I lay down on my towel, matching Marissa. I heard a loud squirt as Liam put lotion on his hands. I felt the weight of him behind me, between my legs. I flinched as the cold lotion hit my shoulders. "Relax," he told me. I turned my head and saw that Logan was sitting behind Marissa, similarly. He was leaned forward more, though, and he had his crotch pressed into her backside. Even if he's not hard, how can she not feel that? I wondered. Liam started at my shoulders and then went down to my back. The one-piece covered quite a bit of me, so my brother had less work to do than Logan. My male cousin was being quite meticulous about covering his sister, getting Marissa's sides and arms. He even gently unsnapped the back of her bra and rubbed lotion where the clothing had once covered. Then he moved onto her legs, starting with her feet and moving upwards.

Liam mirrored his cousin, starting with my feet, then moving to my calves, slowly rubbing upward. This stopped being basic lotion application and started to feel more like a massage. I soaked in the warmth of the sun, the strength of my brother's hands, and stared to lull. I let my eyes fall closed.

Liam was being awfully thorough though. He'd worked his way up my thighs. Not just the backs but the insides as well. His hands slid upwards even further. Lightly rubbing and tracing. His fingertips almost to the bottom of my bottom. And the inside of my legs. To parts that weren't at all private but were still forbidden for a brother's hands.

I opened my eyes and saw that Logan was doing the same to Marissa. He was actually touching her butt cheeks, rubbing the lotion in. I jumped when I felt Liam do the same, then settled. It did feel nice. And then his thumbs drifted downwards. Into the space between my thighs. His strong touch reaching almost to my...

"I'm going to go swim!" I announced. Practically squeaked it out as I leapt to my feet like off a springboard.

"You OK?" Liam asked. He was on his knees, hands white with lotion. The look on his face a mixture of surprise, disappointment, and worry.

"Fine, just, you know, overheated," I said. I wasn't kidding. As I skipped down to the water, I could feel the warmth radiating out of my sex. The honey dripping into my bottoms. That was a new sensation. But of course, I wasn't turned on by my brother. That was just silly.

I'd left my sunglasses and hat back by the towel this time, so I was able to wade deeper. I got about waist-deep, then the ground dropped, and I was up to my neck. I could still touch bottom, but I was in the ocean for real now. The first wave rose and I jumped lightly-- letting the water carry me and then carefully set me down. Out here, the waves didn't seem aggressive at all. Only a light, rocking rhythm.