Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Family Vacation: >22

We packed the car, then went back to the boardwalk for dinner. As we ate sausage and pepper sandwiches, I got a text from my Mom. "She wants to know when we're coming home," I said.

"There's a club down the street from here," Marissa said, "They don't check IDs too closely and I thought we could go for a bit." Well, that answered that question.

When we were done eating, we walked off the boardwalk and into the downtown. The sun was at the horizon, turning everything a shadowy orange. Lots of people our age milled about. I saw more than a few guys watch me and Marissa hungrily, despite the two large men we were walking with.

The club was at the end of the block, striped with pink-blue neon lights. As Marissa promised, the bouncer barely glanced at our IDs before letting us inside. The place was loud and already full of people. A DJ was at one side of a large dance floor, lost in a haze of laser light and choking smoke.

There was a long bar at one side, and we went over. Again, no one checked Logan's ID when he bought the three of us beers. We leaned against the bar and watched as other people danced. I tried to sip my drink slowly. Despite all the sex and sleep I felt a bit gummy from the three I'd had before. The bottle emptied way too quickly. Even faster, Logan replaced it with another. I tried to give him money for it, but he waved me away.

"I want to dance," Marissa announced. She looked at Logan, but he eyed her like it was his first time at dim sum and she was offering him some chicken feet. "You're no fun."

"I'll go," Liam said. He shrugged and left his beer, half drunk, on the bar. Marissa grabbed his hands and dragged him out.

My blond brother looked so different than his cousin. They made for a funny combination: this tall, lithe woman dancing with her shorter, muscular partner. The differences didn't seem to bother Marissa one bit. She danced with my brother like they were the center of attention.

This was the moment where I was supposed to feel left out. Marissa was doing some definite dirty dancing with my brother: running her hands down his chest, gripping his hips, grinding her butt back against his crotch. I should have been jealous. But instead, I just enjoyed the two of them enjoying each other.

I don't think Logan liked it as much, though, because he grabbed my arm and pulled me out to the dance floor. Together, we began moving to the music -- a pulsing, upbeat thump that vibrated in my chest. Though my heart had a lot of reasons to pound.

Logan's dark brown eyes stared into me, deep. His permanent serious stare seemed to drill right into my soul. It was powerful. Intoxicating and dangerous like a shot of dark liquor. Spicy, burning, closing my throat. Sending me down, down, down.

I was aware of how we were moving. Of how Logan traced my sides, my chest. Moved behind me and pressed his hardness into my ass. All I could see were those eyes. The way he looked at me like he knew me down to the atoms and loved every little bit he saw.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and Liam spun me away. "Having fun?" he asked me.

"You're here, how could I not?" I said.

Now it was Logan, playfully slapping my sides. Clapping and laughing. Whispering made up lyrics in my ear that kind of fit the wordless, thrumming tune. According to Liam, this was a song about someone who loved their pet iguana too much. Made as much sense as anything.

Then Marissa pushed my brother aside and she and I were dancing in a very different way. My cousin wrapped her long, thin arms around my neck. She waved her arms and undulated her hips. Marissa smiled at me, naughty, and playfully nipped at my lips.

"You're so fucking hot and you don't even see it," Marissa said.

I went back to my usual refrain. I thought Marissa was sex in denim shorts. My cousin laughed and this time she kissed me full on the mouth. Urgent and heavy. Lips sweet and tongue wanting. We pulled away gasping for air. I saw Liam give Logan a high five out of the corner of my eye.

After that I needed a break, so I went back to the bar. I was on my third beer at the club. No, my fourth. I'd lost count. The world seemed tipsy, spinning ever so slightly. Time slowed to a crawl and skipped whole sections just to catch up. We took turns on the dance floor. The music felt so good on my body. The boys' hands even better.

I danced with Logan and he grasped my ass. I bopped with Liam and he squeezed my tits. I wanted more. My body wanted more, and my brain was too checked out to set any blocks in my way.

At one point I looked over and saw that Marissa had her hands around my brother's waist. They were swaying, close. Rubbing hard. She leaned in to whisper, and he laughed. Blond head thrown back.

I tightened my own grip on Logan. Looked into those stormy eyes. Then my lips were on his. Liam was loving and Marissa was playful. Logan, though, kissed me with a drive that threatened to drag me down to the bottom of the sea. A heady, wanting passion that felt like gravity on overload.

"Let's go," Marissa said. She was already holding Liam's hand and she grabbed mine. I put my hand on Logan's and the four of us dragged a line right out of the club.

Outside, the sidewalks were almost as busy. The ocean air blew breezy cold. Logan had been buying beers, but he wasn't drinking them. He herded the three of us -- cavorting caterwauling, crazy-ass drunks -- back to our car.

Marissa climbed into the back seat, dragging Liam along with her. I got into shotgun. Logan next to me. He eyed me for a moment; my God that stare.