Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Family Vacation: >11

After breakfast, the parents said they wanted to take a drive down to Cape May to look at the lighthouse and wander around town. We kids declined. "We need more beach time," Marissa said, as if we hadn't been doing that every day already.

When we got back to the house, we split off. The parents all piled into Uncle Micah's SUV, while we packed up our things for a long day out in the sun.

As we walked up to the beach, Marissa grabbed my arm and held me back. Both our brothers marched ahead of us. My brother's butt seemed to move in all kinds of enticing ways under his bathing suit. "Did you have fun last night?" Marissa asked. I blushed and looked down at my sandals "We'll have lots of chances to do more now that our parents are gone. They already said they won't be back for dinner." More? I thought I'd already done too much. "But isn't it, like, wrong? To do that with my brother?"

"Anything that feels that right can't be wrong," Marissa said, "There's so much better stuff than, you know, playing with yourself. Stuff that you and Liam can share. Oh, Lemony you're going to love it."

"I don't know," I said, "I've never, you know, done those things before. I don't know if my brother is the person I should be sharing that with."

"Your brother is absolutely the best person for this kind of thing," Marissa said, reassuring me with a squeeze of my arm. "And trust me, that other stuff? It's amazing. Once you get started you won't ever want to stop."

We went down to the beach and set up camp in our usual spot, maybe twenty steps from the ocean, itself. Today it was already busy as people were taking advantage of the warm, sunny day.

"We'd better lotion up," Liam said. He gave me a funny smirk as he held up the bottle.

"Boys then girls," Marissa said. Logan and Liam lay down on their fronts, shirts off, and rested their heads in their arms. Mirror images, almost like they were the twins. Yet their bodies were so different. Liam compact and practically chiseled, his light blond hair tight to his skull. Logan so long and lean, dark hair flitting in the wind.

Marissa's lotion made a rude noise as she covered her brother's back. As I did the same to Liam, I couldn't help thinking of the other white liquid that had been sprayed on my own skin the night before. There was even something similar about the smell. That bleach-like scent filled my nose and for a moment it flashed me back to the bedroom. My brother's dick expanding in my hands.

Following I began to rub the lotion into Liam's back. It felt like working a warm, marble statue. His muscles felt so wonderful. The warmth and strength of his body as it gave way under my fingers.

I looked over and saw that Marissa had moved to Logan's legs and was now rubbing them, moving higher and higher up his thighs. My brother's own legs were covered in thick, blond curls, and I liked running my fingers through them as I put the lotion on.

"Don't forget the important stuff," Marissa said. I saw she had run her hands right up the leg of Logan's shorts. I started to say I wasn't going to do that, but her look made it clear that this part wasn't optional. And suddenly I didn't want to argue.

I splatted a little more lotion in my palm, then reached up the leg of Liam's bathing suit. Again, I felt his hot dick fill my hand. It was warmer, thicker, than I remembered. Way more wonderful. I'd only intended to give him a little playful stroke, but now that I was holding my brother's cock, I couldn't resist giving it a tight, sloppy squeeze.

"Oh sweet Jesus!" Liam cried out. Marissa chuckled. Her own brother had managed to stay quiet, despite what his sister was so overtly doing to him.

I stroked up and down Liam's dick. It was like having his whole body in my control and I loved the feeling. I felt so sexy and amazing.

"Um... Lemon... I'm so sorry, sis, But I'm..." Liam tried to speak, but I stroked him silent.

Let's step back for a second. I was touching an actual penis for only the second time in my life. My brother's. And I was stroking him in his bathing suit in the middle of the beach, full of families and other folks. The hot summer sun beat down on us while I beat off my brother and my cousin did the same sitting next to me. We had to be quite the sight, is what I'm saying.

A moment later I was rewarded with a long, low grown, and a spattering of my brother's own special lotion. Hot in my hands. "Fuck that's so nice."

"Our turn!" Marissa announced. She slapped Logan on the ass, and he stood up. Marissa took off her purple t-shirt revealing yet another bikini: this one dark green with little ties on her hips and shoulders.

I pulled off my own coverup, revealing a more aggressively cut blue one-piece. Yes, not everything I owned was yellow. And I liked the way this one covered my secret parts while accentuating my curves, so I was willing to give it a pass on the color.

"Why don't you ever wear bikinis?" Marissa asked.

"Really?" I said, gesturing at my body.

"Exactly, that bod is begging for something more than what you're wearing," Marissa said. "And by more, I mean less."

"Well... I mean. I did pack one, but."

"You have to wear it," Marissa said, "Tomorrow. Promise me."

"Yes, sis," Liam said, "That would be awesome. I'd love to... I mean, I'm sure everyone would love to see it."

Even Logan looked up at me and agreed. I guess I had no choice now.

I lay down on my stomach. I felt my brother sit next to me on the ground. The lotion felt cold on my skin, but the strength of his fingers made it all better. Liam started with my back, as before. This suit was crisscrossed, so he had to do more than my shoulders this time, slipping his fingers into the little webbed openings.

I pressed my head down. Smelled the fresh linen of the towel and the salt of the sea. There wasn't anything sexual about what Liam was doing, but I felt my pussy soaking itself anyway. Little groans were already trying to escape my mouth. I imagined Logan doing the same things to his own sister and it didn't help my arousal any.

Liam moved his hands down to my legs. Once again, he rubbed upwards. My calves, my knees, my thighs. To that inner spot that wasn't at all sexual but was close enough that it mattered. I knew he could feel the heat radiating off my sex.