Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Family Vacation: >20

We went down the steps and onto the warm sand. Unlike by our beach house, here it was crowded and loud. People ran back and forth in the sand, screaming and laughing at the top of their lungs. The ocean was almost overfull. We had to search for a spot that could fit the four of us, though we finally did, a bit further back from the water than we were used to.

Logan took the poles out of my hands and began to bend them into a sheet of canvas. A moment later, he popped a big, blue beach tent up. So that's what they'd brought! It looked pretty big and was covered on three sides, though the front hung open like a lolling tongue.

Liam was carrying a cooler and he opened it. I saw there were beers inside. Logan grabbed one and cracked it open, as if it was nothing. Instinctively, I glanced around. The beach was busy, but it wasn't like people were on top of us. Still, I eyed my cousin nervously as he handed me a beer.

"No one cares about that stuff here," Marissa said. I opened up the can and took a sip. I wasn't used to alcohol -- I'd only had it a few times. It tingled on my tongue and roiled in my belly.

My cousin took off her shirt and jeans, revealing another bikini -- a white one with a big gold-colored ring holding the cups of her bra together. She smiled, seeing me looking at her, and swished her little butt.

I took a deep breath. I wasn't comfortable about this, but I'd made a promise. You'd think after everything that'd happened, I might finally be OK with my body. But there's no magic wand for self-assurance, not even what my brother had between his legs. It took a lot to cast away a lifetime's lack of confidence.

I stood up and lifted off my shirt. Then I undid my jean shorts, pushing them over my wide hips. I fought the urge to dive into the tent and hide. I know the whole beach wasn't staring at me, but God it sure did feel like it. "You wore the bikini!" Marissa shouted. I tried to fold inside myself but couldn't. "I told you! You look amazing. Doesn't she look incredible, guys?"

Logan and Liam both stared at me, nodding almost numbly. Like adherents to my secret cult. Their reaction definitely helped me feel better. I stopped squeezing my own arms. Let my body relax. The wind tossed at my blonde hair.

The bikini had been an impulse purchase, bought in the microsecond of time between when my breasts started growing like crazy and when I began to hate them. That little moment where I thought I might actually be sexy. The suit was bright yellow, because of course, and still fairly conservative. You couldn't really see my tits, but you couldn't miss they were massive behind the cloth. It did the same for the curve of my bottom.

Like I said, I hated the outfit almost the minute I bought it. But I'd brought the bikini with me because, I don't know, maybe I was hoping to be the sort of person who wore such things. I thought I'd put it on in the backyard one day to tan. At most. But now here I was, on this packed beach, and I was wearing the little two-piece. It was scary, but it was good.

"Seriously, Lemony, you look fucking great," Marissa said.

"Not too fat?" I asked, shifting my hips nervously. My cousin stood up and pressed her hand on my stomach. I jumped, then settled.

"There's not even a bit of flab here," Marissa said. She cupped my ass and I really did jump. "Or there. You're just curvy."

"Yes, sis, you look amazing," Liam said. And I could tell by his shorts that he wasn't kidding. Logan looked at me and nodded as well.

"Really good," he said.

I fought to keep the smile off my face and sat down in the sun tent. It was nice to feel confident, for that moment, but it was also good to be able to hide away.

"Seriously, you need to stop acting like your body's something to be ashamed of," Marissa said, standing over me. "I wish I had half the assets you've got."

"I'd rather I was more like you," I said.

"Well, I am damn sexy," Marissa said, and slapped her own ass. We both giggled.

We did our own suntan lotion this time, then lay back in the tent. Logan said it was for four but we all barely fit. Liam pressed against my one side and Marissa on the other. In the heat, it was a little much. Eventually I unrolled my towel out in the sun and lay on that. My skin was already nice and brown, although my stomach was a bit pale.

The boys got up and played paddleball (they'd brought that from the car as well), bouncing the pink ball back and forth with loud, vibrating swats. A group nearby had a radio on, playing the Yankees game, and I could hear bits and pieces of it carrying over the ocean winds.

I finished my beer and Logan gave me another. I felt a bit warm, so I rolled onto my stomach and buried my head in my arms. I felt a hand at my back and looked up. Marissa was standing over me.

"No tan lines," she declared, and unsnapped the back of my bra. I gasped as I felt the strings slide down my shoulders. I looked over and saw Marissa lie down and do the same thing. Her little, brownish nipples erect against the towel. I reminded myself not to stand.

The boys got tired of their game. Logan walked past and went to go lie down in the tent. Liam lay down on the towel next to me.

"No bra?" he asked.

"Marissa says no tan lines," I said.

"Nice," Liam said. My brother really did have a thing for my big boobs. It helped me feel more comfortable about them that he was so appreciative.

"Hey, um, Mariss?" Logan called from the tent, "I need help back here. With something."

My cousin sighed and rolled her eyes. She pulled her top up, just enough to cover herself, then she went back into the tent. There was a loud kissing noise and a giggle. I didn't need to look to know what was going on in there. My cousins' legs intertwined in the sand.

The tent covered three sides, but the front was open. Someone could walk by and see what was going on. And while my cousins were acting mostly PG-13, I didn't think it would take long for them to graduate to R (or NC-17). I tied the top of my suit back on and got up. As I stood, I felt the blood rush to my head.

I looked down at the three empty cans of beer, lying discarded in the sand next to my towel. I didn't think it was all that much, but my body disagreed. I wasn't smashed, just a little clumsy, and I giggled stupidly as I stumbled a bit getting straightened.

Once I had my bearings, I took one of the towels and hung it over the open mouth of the tent. It wasn't completely secure, but now you'd have to really be looking to notice more than four moving feet.

I felt a pair of arms wrap around my stomach. A kiss on the back of my neck.

"I also, um, need help with something," Liam whispered in my ear, and it tingled all the way down to my pussy.

"They're already in there," I said.

"So?" Liam said.

"Yes. So what?" Marissa asked from the tent. How did she keep noticing our private moments?

Liam kissed the back of my neck. His hands started to drift upwards. At this point, I surrendered to the logic of his argument and let him push me back onto the ground. As soon as I was on my back, he kissed me on the lips. He tasted salty; his skin rough with stray sand. We both slid till we were covered in the humid semi-darkness of the tent.

Marissa was lying next to me. Her brother kissing her hard. Their bodies rocked back and forth, bouncing against ours. Liam nuzzled my neck. His body already sweaty on mine. His movements urgent. I wasn't expecting much foreplay in this situation and, fortunately, my brother didn't give it.

He reached between my legs and pulled the gusset of my bikini to the side. His swim trunks had a Velcro fly and he ripped it open. Liam fell forward. It was clear he was trying to get his cock in me, but he kept missing. Finally, I reached down and grabbed his dick, aiming it at my pussy.