Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Family Vacation: >15

The curtain slid open again and two more naked bodies came in. Marissa and Logan stepped under the water to clean off. The shower was barely big enough for two, so four was far too much. But none of us cared. Our naked bodies all

bouncing off each other.

I realized I was the only one still somewhat clothed, so I pulled off my swimsuit.

"Woo!" Marissa gave me a little cheer. I noticed both Logan and Liam were eyeing me up something fierce. I did the same. Logan's trim body and long cock. His sister's tight frame, little tits, and shaved snatch. My own brother's strong arms, taut stomach, and oh-so-thick dick. And I guess they were all eyeing my oversized tits, wide hips, and blonde-haired pussy at the same time.

"This is nice," I said, and we all laughed.

*

We ordered pizza for dinner and sat around the dining room table, enjoying the air conditioning. About halfway through, I got a text from my Mom confirming that they we should eat without them. I felt a little guilty that we'd already made that decision for them, but honestly a peaceful dinner without my parents arguing was enough to convince me I'd made the right choice.

"What's going on with your parents?" Marissa asked as we ate.

"I don't know," I said, giving my twin a look. Liam stared down at his plate. This was his least favorite topic. He probably would swap sperm with Logan if it meant he didn't have to hear about my parents' relationship. "They've been arguing like crazy lately."

"Do you think something happened?" Marissa asked.

"Maybe?" I said, like we were playing twenty questions. Is the problem bigger than a breadbox? "They started fighting on our eighteenth birthday. The same time Liam and I..." I stopped. I'd been tapdancing around one truth so hard I almost stepped right into another.

"I was being a shitty brother," Liam said. Ostensibly, it was to everyone, but he was looking right at me. "I had a bunch of bullcrap going on and I took it out on Lemon. It's not fair, because I know she was only trying to be my sister. My friend. I'm sorry I fucked that up."

"You didn't fuck it up," I said, "I wasn't great either. I could have been supportive instead of aggressive."

"Oh, so sweet," Marissa said, "Sex solves everything."

"We aren't having sex," Liam growled. Marissa looked at both of us as if we were deluding ourselves. Which, yes, of course we were.

Our parents got home right after we finished dinner. Marissa could barely hide her disappointment. She was still worked up from the hot tub, all tease and no release, and now it was going to have to wait.

"It was fine," Mom said as I gave her a hug hello.

"It's so beautiful down there," Aunt Tara said.

"You guys have to come along next time," Uncle Micah said.

My Dad grunted and went upstairs to the bedroom.

"Is he OK?" I asked Mom. I'd already learned not to inquire about these things, but I couldn't help it.

"You know as well as I," Mom said. She went upstairs after Dad. Later, sure enough, we heard their anger echoing through the house. I wondered how Aunt Tara and Uncle Micah had survived it all day at Cape May. Based on how their reaction to how their children had been acting, I guess they were just really good at ignoring the obvious.

We cousins had all sat down on the couch, but we could hear my parents' argument over the TV. Marissa and Logan were sitting apart, so there was no fooling around. We wallowed in uncomfortable silence. Even touching felt weird, like my parents' relationship was poisoning ours at a distance.

"Do you think they're getting a divorce?" Marissa asked, kindly.

"Do you think maybe we'd all be happier if they did?" Liam replied.

Long after the house went silent, we got up to go to sleep. We'd all showered outside after the pool play, but I wanted to condition my hair and I knew the boys needed a shave. So we each, chastely, took turns washing up. I went first, and then filed into the bedroom. Those sad little beds stared up at me, wondering what was in store for them. I felt the same way.

I lay down on top of the covers, wearing my usual long t-shirt and panties. I opened my iPad and found an article that wasn't too boring to read. Logan came in soon after, wearing his boxers. Marissa was next in her satin outfit. Then finally Liam, also in just boxers. I looked up from my reading. All three of them were standing there, like they were unsure what to do next.

"I usually don't sleep in my boxers," Logan said, both a confession and a declaration.

"What do you usually do?" I asked, as if I didn't already know the answer.

"He sleeps naked," Marissa said.

I shrugged. Like I really cared at this point? Logan stepped out of his boxers and kicked them across the room. My cousin was completely nude. His muscular arms and slim stomach slicing down to tight hips and ropy thighs. Unlike his sister, Logan had a dark tuft of pubic hair. His dick was flaccid but still plenty long.

"I, uh, also sleep nude. Usually," Liam said. He took off his own underwear. Now my brother was total naked, too. His strong arms leading to sculpted pecs. His thick dick poked out from his blond pubes. He rubbed his clean-shaven chin. I have to admit, I kind of missed the stubble from before.

"Me too," Marissa said. I shook my head. There was no way, but whatever. Marissa stripped down to nothing. Her slim body was so perfectly proportioned. Her little tits with tight, tan nipples. Her bare pussy and nearly-nothing butt.

"I always have on a sleep shirt," I said. Everyone made the same disappointed face, so I decided to give a little. "But usually I don't wear underwear." I reached down, pulled my little panties over my hips, and put them near the side table. That satisfied them. At least a little.

Marissa reach over and shut off the light. I climbed into bed. My brother slid in next to me, his warm body pressed against my back. His cock nestled against my butt. Fortunately, my long shirt kept my backside covered. This was becoming an oddly familiar feeling.

I heard Marissa and Logan get into the other bed. They were giggling and grunting. They didn't even bother to do the usual thing where they pretended to sleep. From my vantage point, lying on my side I could see them pretty well despite the lack of light. Logan was on his back and Marissa was over him. The swell of her little breasts hung over her brother. Their kisses made loud, wet smacking noises.

Liam wrapped his arm around my waist, still appropriately chaste. His dick, however, clearly had other ideas. I felt it push, stiff, against my bottom. Half my brain was really happy for my long shirt covering me, the other half was cursing it. I know which side won, though, because I ground back against his hardness. My pussy, with no underwear to stop it, soaked the inside of my thighs. Dripped down to the sheets. I guess my brother wasn't the only one turned on by what was happening in the other bed.

"Come on, you owe me from before," Marissa said.

"Alright, alright," Logan said.

Marissa rolled off her brother and Logan spun around so his head was near the foot of the bed. They were both on top of the sheets so I could see Logan's dick pointing straight up. Marissa saw it too, but she didn't give it any attention. Instead she straddled her brother's head and lowered her sex over his face.

"Hmmmm," she sighed, like settling into the hot tub. The room filled with a slightly different wet smacking sound.

Meanwhile, my brother's arm was becoming less appropriate. He brought his hand up my stomach to my chest, then placed it on my breast. When I didn't push his palm away, I guess he took it as permission. Liam gave my oversized boob a squeeze. He didn't stop there, either. My brother began massaging my tit, playing with the nipple, over my shirt. Now it felt like he was sticking me in the backside with a steel rod. It was far more enjoyable than that sounds.

As I watched Logan lap at his sister, her moans and movements growing increasingly insistent, I wondered if Liam would want to do the same thing to me. While I'd recently discovered my urge for sucking dick, it didn't occur to me that a boy might want to return the favor. Having a boy lick me there, smell me, I thought it would be embarrassing. But my cousin sure did make it look great. And I started to think that maybe I would say yes if Liam offered.

Marissa writhed on her brother's tongue. She hunched forward and hugged her arms under her tiny tits. Her hips shook and her legs kicked out. I could tell she was edging towards an orgasm. How weird was it that I knew my cousin was about to cum? That all these signs were so obvious to me?