Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Family Vacation: >18

Logan groaned, too. His face cinched. He was cumming in his sister's fertile pussy.

My cousins' orgasms shocked me into my own. I sucked in my breath. My body stilled. The pleasure slapped against my body like a tidal wave. I was washed away. It wasn't the peak. Some part of me knew it. But it was more than anything I'd ever experienced. My whole body shaking. I heard screaming and realized it was me.

"Oh God," I heard my brother distant. "I'm... I'm so sorry, sis. But I... oh FUCK!"

I felt something warm splash against my cervix. There was the peak. The second orgasm rolled so hard over the first one, it was crushed like a bug under a cement mixer. Any sense of ecstasy I had. Any scale of joy. It was wiped away in one merciless, violent cum. My world went blank.

My brother filled me with his fertility. Burst after burst of semen splashed into me and every one sparked me higher. My vagina clamped down so hard, I'm amazed it didn't rip Liam's dick right off.

I fell back into the bed, sloppy with sweat. My hair over my eyes, in my mouth. My jaw ached and my fingers burned. I felt my brother's cock slip out of me, leaving a slimy trail. He buried his head in my neck.

"Sorry. So sorry. Oh, I'm so sorry, sis." He rambled on like that. Held me close. As the orgasm drained out of me, all I could think was I wanted him to fuck me again as soon as possible. Not even done with one cum, my body already begged for another. I hugged Liam close to me and stroked his head.

I looked over at the other bed and saw Marissa and Logan smiling back at me. The reality hit me: I'd just lost my virginity to my brother while my cousins watched. In fact, both sisters had probably just been impregnated by their own brothers at the exact same moment. Holy fuck was that weird.

"How was that?" Marissa asked, casual.

"Really fucking amazing," I said. It came out as one tumbling word. Reallyfuckingamazing.

"It gets better," Marissa said with a wicked smile.

"I'll probably die," I said.

"Be a great way to go, though," Liam said, panting.

Marissa got out of bed and pulled out a handful of tissues. She distributed them around the room, holding one up to her dripping pussy. She saw me looking and shrugged. No big deal. Not that I could judge. My own brother's seed was already leaking out of me. Puddling between my legs. Holy fuck he put a lot in there. I was through three tissues before the flow finally seemed to staunch. Though a lot of it, I knew, was my own liquid.

"I'm sorry," Liam said, looking down at my snatch. "I shouldn't have..."

"It's a little late for that," I said. He gave me a puppy dog look. It only made me want to twist the knife a little further. "You took my virginity you big jerk."

"You took mine," Liam whined. We both laughed. The whole situation so strange, it was the only rational response.

"I don't know about you, but that's about all I can handle for one evening," Marissa said. She climbed back into bed with her brother.

I leaned over to Liam and kissed his lips again. Salty with sweat. He smiled down at me, a big dopey grin. Snaked his arm around my chest. Held me close till we both were claimed by sleep.

*

The next morning, I woke up to, what else, my brother's dick poking me in my ass.

"Doesn't that thing ever get tired?" I asked, grumpily.

"Of you?" Liam asked, "Never."

Just like that I went from annoyed to gratified. I turned to kiss Liam, morning breath be damned.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

I almost fell out of the bed I was so startled.

"Come on sleepyheads, there's a whole day waiting for you!" Aunt Tara called out. I prayed to God that she wouldn't open the door and replace all of us naked and wrapped around each other. Her footsteps echoed distant. Marissa and I shared a guilty smile. My lithe cousin slipped out of bed totally naked. She saw me staring and cupped her boob, blowing me a kiss.

"Let's go incest-lover," she said to me. I started to get angry, but then I chuckled. She was right, of course.

We all got out of bed and got dressed. I was sticky with all sorts of liquids, but I went straight downstairs. My sibling and cousins came down behind me. All of us looking like we'd survived a hurricane -- battered and bruised. Hair all over the place and legs not much better.

"You guys party too hard," Uncle Micah said as we sat down.

"Or not hard enough," Aunt Tara said, giving my Mom a knowing wink.

She set out a plate of fresh blueberry pancakes. It was good to know that even after fucking my brother, some pleasures didn't pale.

"We're going to hit the beach," Mom said.

"Actually, Aunt Deb, we were hoping to head over to the other town and play on the boardwalk," Marissa said, "Go on some rides, that kind of thing." You better believe my cousin made the word 'rides' sound as dirty as possible.

"Oh," my Mom said. I could hear the disappointment in her voice and for a moment I felt guilty. Spending a day with the 'rents wouldn't be so bad, right? I looked over at Liam, his sky-blue eyes. Remembered how they looked when he was buried inside me. Yes, that kind of answered my question.

"We'll be back for dinner," I said, "Probably."

"Well don't hold up on our account," Dad said, acidly.

I pretended to be oblivious.

*

We took Uncle Micah's car. The town was different with the sun up, but no less busy. Near where we'd found the minigolf place the time before was a small amusement park. Near the boardwalk it was indoors and mostly kid stuff. But further back, in the hot bright sun of the blacktop, they had a few rides that we could go on, including a Tilt-A-Whirl and The Whip. There was even a small Crazy Mouse.

We took turns together on the rides. Usually I went with Liam, but I also rode alongside Marissa and even me and Logan went a couple times. I wanted to stay by my brother, but Liam was being oddly silent, and it made me uncomfortable. Was he regretting what we'd done the night before? I was already feeling vulnerable, if Liam was now embarrassed, I worried that it might break me.

"You OK?" I asked him. It had taken all my courage to get out those two words as the Tilt-A-Whirl began to wind up. The two of us nestled in the pod. Pressed tight.

"I'm fine," Liam said, staring forward. His reticence hurt worse than any insult he could have thrown my way.

"OK, well, my secret for the day is that you're weirding me out. We did something totally intimate and scary last night and now I don't know how to feel."