Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Family Vacation: >6

God what is wrong with me? Between the sleeping together and everything else, I think my brain was becoming sex obsessed and the only target, apparently, was my own sibling.

I forced myself to stop fantasizing and laid down on my towel to sun. Marissa lay down next to me. Her brown hair flitted lightly in the wind.

"You're getting nice and bronzed," my cousin said, idly. So quiet I wasn't sure if she was even talking to me. "It looks good with your blonde hair. Like you're a California girl or something." "You're way tanner than me," I said, "It goes good with your dark coloring."

Like I said, I loved my cousins. Marissa especially. I thought she was beautiful. I was envious of her petite body, her cute face. Large brown eyes and thin lips. Compared to my cousin, I was too big, too clumsy, and as I got older -- as my hips and tits expanded like a hot air balloon Thanksgiving morning -- it only got worse.

It wasn't just looks, though. Marissa was always so confident. She was funny and smart. A free spirit. I remember Marissa used to talk endlessly about how she wanted to go skydiving. I could barely jump off the diving board at the community pool without having a panic attack.

"I think I'm going to take a walk down the boardwalk," Marissa announced, standing up and brushing off the stray sand. "Logan, keep me company?"

Logan was lying on his stomach. He groaned, then looked up. Marissa stared down at him, hands on her hips, like he'd done something naughty.

"Oh, I mean. Sure thing," Logan said. He stood up. OK, so Marissa's twin was pretty cute, too. His dark hair and dark eyes. Tall and trim. That serious set to his face. Great, I'd managed to stop perving on my brother long enough to switch over to my cousins. This was not an improvement.

"I'll walk with you guys," Liam said. He started to stand, but Marissa waved him off.

"You look comfy," she said, "I don't want to disturb you."

She didn't have a problem bothering her own brother, I noticed. Liam didn't argue, he just lay down and buried his face in the towel.

I'm pretty sure I fell asleep at one point, and I awoke to replace my stomach was growling. I reached for my phone to see if it was dinner time, yet. But when I dug into my purse, I couldn't replace it.

"Fuck, I must have left it back at the house."

"What's that, dear?" Mom asked. I hadn't realized I'd spoken aloud.

"My phone," I said, "It's not here. I must have left it on the table from before."

"It'll be waiting for you there when we get back," Mom said. I knew she was right, but I felt oddly naked now that I knew I'd left it.

"I'll run back," I said, standing up and brushing the sand off my body. "The house is close enough."

My Mom sighed and rolled her eyes, as if I was being completely ridiculous, but she didn't say anything. I slipped on my flip-flops, pulled my coverall over my head, and started to hike back to the boardwalk. I noticed Liam didn't offer to keep me company, but I kept my complaint to myself.

As I walked, I wondered if I'd run into Marissa and Logan. They'd been gone for a bit, so I figured they'd be heading back. I kept an eye out, the beach was pretty empty from the early cold, but I didn't see them. I wondered where they'd wandered off to.

When I got back to the house, I washed the sand off my feet in the side shower but didn't do my full body. I didn't see the point. As soon as I opened the front door, I saw my phone resting right there on the table next to the Seven Wonders box. It seemed to be mocking me, sitting there so obvious.

I rushed inside and grabbed it. The air conditioning raised goosebumps on my arms. Little blonde hairs pointing upwards. Then I heard something that sounded like a giggle. Then I heard something else that sounded like a groan. Who could be home? Liam, my parents, Aunt Tara and Uncle Micah were all on the beach. Marissa and Logan were walking on the boardwalk. Curiosity and, of course, a bit of arousal, got the best of me.

Slowly, I followed the sounds. Out of the kitchen. Up the stairs. Down the hallway. Past the bathroom. To our shared bedroom.

They hadn't even bothered to close the door.

*

I walked back to our encampment and dropped my phone on my towel. I stood there, frozen in the summer heat, staring dumbly out to sea.

"Did you replace your phone?" Liam asked, lazily. He rolled over onto his back, showing me his muscled pecs and six-pack stomach. He had a bit of blonde curls on his chest and a thin line leading down to his... After everything I'd seen, it seemed my brain couldn't break away.

"Huh?"

"Your phone," Liam said, "Did you replace it?"

"It's literally right there," I said, pointing to where it now sat on my towel.

"So?"

"So no, I didn't replace it," I said. "It just magically appeared here after the goblins gave it back."

"Jeez, you taking lessons from Dad now?" Liam asked.

I looked over and saw both my parents pretending not to have heard what my brother had said.

I grunted in frustration, then flopped back down on the towel. Buried my face in the dark and hoped the thoughts would simply wash away.

But they wouldn't.

I kept seeing it all in my mind, like it was locked on a loop. As fantastic and arousing as anything I'd ever seen. As real and frightening as any nightmare. It wasn't enough that I'd seen it live, in front of me. Now I had to watch the echoes behind my eyes, hear it so deep in my ears I could almost swear it was still happening right next to me. It was like a bubble in my body, bursting to get out.

"I'm going for a swim," I said, jumping to my feet like I'd been stabbed by a scorpion. "Liam, you want to come along?"

"I'm good," Liam said. I kicked him, not softly, in the ribs. It felt like hitting concrete. "I'm going for a swim!" he said. He got up and glared at me, rubbing his sore side.

I took off my coverall and tossed it to the side. I eyed my parents, my Aunt and Uncle, as if daring them to offer to join us, but there were all reading or sleeping. I could have announced that I was going to eat a bucket of grasshoppers and I doubted they'd have even looked up.

"Come on." I grabbed Liam's hand and pulled him to the shoreline. Dragged my brother deep out to sea. The day wasn't nearly as warm as the one before, and the water was almost chilly. I didn't care. I felt my nipples tighten from the cold. We went deep enough that my feet could barely touch the bottom. I put my hands on Liam's shoulders. He gripped my waist. The first wave came, and we jumped it. "Melanie, you alright?" Liam asked.

I was so surprised by the worry in my brother's eyes, the fact that he used my actual name, I blurted it right out. "I saw Marissa and Logan."

"OK," Liam said. His face now between confusion and concern.

"That's my secret," I said, "My one for the day. I saw them."

"Saw them what?" Liam asked.

I said the word so quiet, even I couldn't hear it.

"What?"