Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Family Vacation: >7

"Fucking!" My voice reverberated over the waves. My hands shot to my mouth and I covered it. Tears pricked at my eyes. "I saw Marissa and Logan fucking."

The images came rushing at me and I couldn't stop them. Logan's body buried between his sister's legs. Her little breasts rising and falling as her breath raced. Marissa kissing her brother. Begging him to pump her. To make her cum. Both faces red. Bodies shaking. Urging the other forward. Marissa's fingers at her clit. Logan's hands on her tit. Their sibling similarities oh so obvious as they shared that illicit moment.

"Oh YES! Oh Logan, fill me. Fill your sister UP!" And they both roared as the pleasure overwhelmed them.

They never saw me.

"Bullshit," Liam said. He was still holding my waist under the water. He stared down at me. But it wasn't anger rising in his eyes. "We agreed to share secrets. Not lies."

"I'm telling you I saw them doing it," I said. "He was... She was..." I realized my nipples were hard and it wasn't from the water. They ached to be squeezed. Twisted. My traitorous little pussy dripped warm into the icy Atlantic. Like seeing my cousins having sex wasn't bad enough. That was my real secret. The one I wouldn't dare share with my brother.

I'd caught our cousins having sex and it turned me on.

"I don't believe you," Liam said, as if that mattered. Like he could wish it all away. Change the desire I could see in his face. Feel his hardness rubbing against my leg. He wasn't even looking at my eyes, but down at my chest. Rising and falling, spattered with sand and salt water.

But it did matter to me. "Why would I make that up?"

"I don't know," Liam said, "But it's sick. That's what it is." He forcibly shoved me back. Let go of me so we could both shiver in the sea.

"I'm telling you I saw them," I shouted.

"And I'm telling you to stop with this crap," Liam yelled back.

"Fine! I'll prove it!" I said. And we both stormed out of the ocean. Still chasing each other, despite ourselves.

*

That night, the four of us announced that we were going to the next town over to hang out on the boardwalk. My father tried to argue against it, but one casual mention of our sleeping situation from Liam quickly changed his mind. We piled into the Durango, Marissa driving, and went ten minutes down the beach road. You'd think we were in a completely different country. Businesses were laden with bright pink and green neon. The streets were overfull with teens and twenty-somethings. The air was heavy with smoke and loud music.

We found a place to park, fed the meter, and walked up to the boardwalk. Here it was even busier. Carnival games and tattoo parlors lined the side of the strip. Popcorn lights crisscrossed above us. Everywhere was loud and raucous. Marissa gave me a hungry grin and the four of us set out to explore. We were all in the standard uniform: jeans and t-shirts. We were overdressed. Hot girls in bikinis, guys in nothing but trunks. Sometimes wearing even less. Skirting the edge of what could be called clothing.

We stopped for pizza and each got a slice that was nearly a quarter of an entire pie by itself. We looked at t-shirt shops, played at the arcades, and dove out of the way of careening jitneys. I could feel the music beating in my chest. We walked past a sign for minigolf and Marissa insisted we go. It was up on the roof of one of the buildings, only one story up, but it felt like a bird's eye view from where we stood. The ocean and the dilapidated town on either side, stretching off to infinity.

I'd spent the night pointing things out to Liam. How our cousins would constantly, casually touch each other as they walked down the boardwalk. Logan's long, leering glances at his sister. Marissa's flirty smiles. Every time, my brother shrugged me off.

Now, Marissa was struggling with a putt and her brother stood behind her. His hands on her hips.

"He's just helping her," Liam said.

"Yeah? You going to help me that way?" I asked.

Liam shrugged and stood behind me. He put his hands on my waist. I felt his hardness press into my bottom. God, he felt so big pressed against me. I pushed my ass back, unconscious, and our breaths caught. We looked up and saw Marissa and Logan staring at us. As if we were the weirdos who couldn't keep our hands off each other.

"I want ice cream," Marissa announced.

We finished our game and went back down to the boardwalk. We each got orange and vanilla soft serve swirled. Then we found a bench facing out to the ocean. The night wind blew off the sand, cold.

"This is nice?" Liam asked, looking right at me. Teasing.

"Well it is," I said. And it was. Even though I couldn't keep my mind off the other things I'd seen that day. It was fun to hang out with my older cousins. To be on the boardwalk, under the electric lights. Eat ice cream and laugh. Drunk without the need for alcohol.

I felt a few drops of rain on my nose. We all shared a knowing look.

By the time we got back to the car it was pouring and we were all drenched wet. We drove home with the heat on, shivering. Then raced across the lawn and into the house.

It was dark. Quiet. Our parents had long since gone to bed. We raced upstairs and stripped off our wet clothes. No one stopped for privacy.

It was dark, but I could see enough. I looked over at Logan's flat stomach and strong shoulders. Marissa's tight little breasts. My own brother's thick arms and pecs. I felt everyone else's eyes roaming my own body. We pretended we didn't notice. That it was nothing to see each other naked. After a moment, it was the only thing.

I quickly pulled my long pajama shirt over my head. Worked a fresh pair of panties over my hips. Logan and Liam pulled on boxers. Marissa slipped into her satin top and shorts. We all climbed into bed.

I was shivering, and Liam pulled me close. I saw Logan and Marissa doing the same. It would have been sweet if I hadn't seen how they held each other earlier.

"Today was fun," I said, chattering. Liam squeezed me tighter till my body finally stilled.

"It was awesome," Marissa said.