Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Family Vacation: >10

I went off anyway. A massive, shuddering cum that rippled through my fingers, my head, my mouth. My pussy. Oh! My aching, squeezing, dripping sex clamped down on my fingers and it was all I could do not to cry out.

Then I saw Liam, my own twin brother, looking at me. Watching his sister cum. We'd shared everything. We weren't supposed to share this. In my periphery I saw he was stroking his cock with abandon and it was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. My own brother masturbating to me. Not lost in his own fantasy. Not watching our cousins copulate on the floor. Me. His twin sister.

The orgasm was gripping me tighter, crumpling me. I pushed with all my strength and reached out. Grabbed my brother's dick. I think he shouted. All I could feel was the hot hardness of it in my hand. A living creature, separate from my brother yet very much attached to him. It felt heavy, meaty in my grip. Incredible. I never wanted to let go.

Liam gasped, then grunted. His dick convulsed in my hand and I watched, half-lidded, as his pearly liquid spewed forth. I pulled that magnificent member to me and felt a hot splash on my leg. His wet mouth on my cheek. Rough hand on my shoulder. Hot spunk dripping down my leg. My brother's dick shrinking to nothing in my hand. Soft and vulnerable.

"Oh God, so good. I'm sorry sis but that was so good," Liam rambled. I was too far gone.

As my brother covered me in cum, I came again. I'd never done that many back-to-back before. Rapid-fire. Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom. Like a machine gun cum. What little was left of my consciousness slipped away. But only for a moment.

"Oh YES!" Marissa cried out. I popped forward. "Mariss?" Logan said. "Sis?"

"In me. In ME! IN ME!"

Logan fell forward and his balls contracted upwards. Marissa sucked in all her breath, somehow almost louder than a scream. Her face went red and I saw the telltale flush on Logan's cheeks, as well. Both of them squeezed each other tight. "Ahhhhhhh! So good. Oh yes. That's a good brother," Marissa said as she came down from her peak. She patted Logan's back and he rolled off. Both of them splayed on the floor, sweating and gasping for air. Marissa caught my eye and reached down to touch her pussy. She'd shaved it bare. With my attention on her, my cousin spread her pouting, pink lips and showed me the thick drips of her brother's sperm seeping out of her sex. She smiled at me, proud. My cousin's point was clear -- she wasn't embarrassed by what she'd done. She didn't care if we knew. It was this wonderful, proud, indignant moment and I loved Marissa all the more for it.

"I'll get you a tissue," Liam said, absently. I felt him stuff the soft paper in my hand. I looked down and saw my brother's spend all over my legs. God, he'd put so much on me and I'd barely even noticed. But then, I thought, if I could ejaculate, how much would I have covered everything with my own imaginary girl cum? Quite a lot, I imagined. I was quite happy to have my orgasm be an internal thing, unmeasurable by anything but my own mind.

As I idly rubbed my legs clean, I noticed my fingertips felt soft, almost numb. Like I'd overdosed on pleasure and was now coming down. My brain was cottony. My senses dull. The odd, desensitizing sense of satisfaction. "Wow," Liam said, as if the word was some grand revelation.

"Yes," I said.

"You liked that?" Marissa asked. We both nodded. Marissa laughed again and kissed Logan on the head. "Still, we'd better be getting to bed."

Again, we nodded. Logan climbed up onto his own mattress like he could barely stand. Marissa slid in next to her brother, neither bothering to pull on their bottoms.

Liam and I did the same. I felt my brother's muscular body against mine. Warm and safe. His penis, now soft and a bit cold from the wet, pressed against my bottom. Sleep didn't so much show up as it burst through the door and washed me away.

*

I woke up in that exact same spot. Spooned against my brother. The only difference was his dick was way more insistent at my bare backside. I turned over and saw Liam staring down at me. Watching me with this look that I couldn't fully read. "Hi," he said. He brushed my blonde hair with his hands. I looked down, pointedly at where his cock was pointing. "I have to pee."

"Well maybe you should go do that," I said.

Liam nodded and rolled off the bed. Marissa and Logan were rousing as well. I sat up and searched for my panties. I found them balled up over by my pillow and I pulled them on before anyone could see my pussy. At least I still had a shirt on. I don't know why I felt so self-conscious in the harsh light of the morning. Like all the endorphins had drained away, leaving only regret.

We took turns taking showers, pretending at propriety. Then we went downstairs. My parents announced we were all going to get breakfast at a nearby diner, so we grabbed our things and decamped for the main drag. The rain had finally stopped, and the morning rose warm and pink, as if embarrassed by all the dripping it had done the last few days.

We walked the short block down our street, away from the beach, and turned onto the main street. There were small, quiet shops there -- a florist, a bakery, that kind of thing. We passed a Rite Aid and for a moment I thought about running in. I could make up some story to my family, grab a box of condoms, and have them secreted away before anyone was the wiser. I wasn't on the pill, had never had the need, and I didn't want to end up doing something stupid. But as quickly as the idea entered my mind, I pushed it away. I wasn't going to have sex with my brother. That was insane.

What we'd done the night before was fun, sure, but it wasn't going to be a regular thing and we certainly weren't going to escalate to more. Purchasing protection would just be an excuse to push things further than where we were: which was already way too far. I walked past the pharmacy without a second thought.

As we ate breakfast, Marissa kept switching between mooning over her brother and giving me funny looks. I wondered if I should buy my cousin a t-shirt ("I fucked my brother at the Jersey Shore"). After all, it would be way less subtle than what she was doing now.

Liam was being no less obvious, constantly rubbing my arm. His leg touching mine. He tried to whisper to me a few times and I had to shove him away like a good sister would. Rather than seem hurt, my brother treated it like it was a part of the game and kept playing harder. Typical.

And yet neither sets of parents seemed to notice. Instead, my Mom and Dad were whisper-bickering like always while Aunt Tara and Uncle Micah pretended not to notice. I remembered what Liam had told me before, about what he'd caught my Dad doing. Every time I looked at my father, I felt my anger rise further. So yes, maybe it was better that I was distracted by what my brother and cousins were all doing.