Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Brother & Sister Pleasure: Ep12

I grabbed my dick and started stroking it. I hadn't masturbated in this way in so long, the sensation was almost foreign. The oddly unfamiliar feeling only increased my arousal at that moment.

With everything going on, it didn't take long for me to reach my peak. I grunted as the pleasure raced up my shaft, exploding across my body. My first burst of cum arced onto Lindsay's back. I expected my skinny sister to be grossed out, but instead she giggled as the warm liquid splattered her.

"Oh, that's so awesome," she said, staring wide eyed at my dick. My next shot hit her again and she writhed.

"Give me some of that," Lucy said. She arched upwards, presenting her massive tits as my target.

I was barely able to move at that point, wrapped in my rapture, but I did my best to aim my dick and managed to splat my sister's boobs (to be fair, they were hard to miss). I kept cumming between my sisters, till finally, I fell back into the couch.

Lindsay was the next to go, shuddering and shaking in that cute way of hers. She let out several sharp, high-pitched gasps as she gave in to the pleasure. Already her orgasm was so familiar.

Finally, Lucy went off with a deep grunt. Her head tipped forward. Blue eyes rolled back in her head. She let out a long "Ahhhhhhhh" as the ecstasy slowly leaked out of her.

The three of us lay in the living room for a while, staring at the walls. Finally, Lindsay popped up off the floor.

"That was awesome," she said, "But I think you got some in my hair."

"Sorry," I said, still in post-orgasm stupor. "You have a lot. Of hair."

Lindsay pulled her long, brown locks around her and stared at them, picking at all the sticky spots. She'd stayed topless and there was something incredibly sexy about how the strands covered her tiny tits.

"I think you got some on my boobs, too," Lucy said, grinning at me lasciviously. She lifted up one of her massive mounds and eyed it, mirroring her sister.

"To be fair, you have a lot of tits," Lindsay said.

Lucy laughed and conceded that that was true. I stayed on the couch, looking dumbfounded at what I had wrought and wondering what else could possibly happen next. In some ways, we'd already gone farther than what Lucy and I had done in the summer. And that had ended so badly. I couldn't bear the thought of it happening again.

But I couldn't entertain the idea of stopping any of this either.

*

That night at dinner, my parents announced our plans for Thanksgiving the following week, which were unsurprisingly low key. Mom was going to get a couple of roast chickens from Costco, and we were going to stay around the house, all six of us.

"Your Aunt Becky invited us to her place but that's a six-hour drive," Dad said, "And the gas money is out of our budget."

We all agreed that it wasn't worth the extra expense.

"Actually," Lucy said, "My friend Kara is going to be back from school, and I was hoping she could join us. Her parents are away at some ski resort thing."

"Which one is Kara?" Dad asked, "I don't think I remember her."

"Daaad," Lucy whined, "You know Kara. We've been friends for, like, ever."

"If you say so," Dad said, with a dismissive shrug.

I, on the other hand, remembered Kara quite well. She was my older sister's best friend, and I had a bit of a crush on her. We'd had an 'encounter' at Lindsay's birthday party and Lucy had gotten upset, drunk, and horny all in succession. I was both incredibly excited and extremely nervous at the thought of seeing that girl again.

"Kara's more than welcome to join us," Mom said, "But make sure she knows things are going to be modest."

"Oh, she'll just be happy to have the company," Lucy said. She gave me a strange look that I couldn't read. What was my older sister up to, exactly?

After dinner, we cleaned up and then the family watched TV in the living room. Thinking about what had happened earlier that day on that couch made me paranoid about what might have been left behind, but no one seemed to notice. Instead, we all sat there, acting normal, as if half the family wasn't having incestuous circle jerks behind the other half's back.

Our show ended. One by one, my family went off to bed, leaving me and Lindsay.

"That was fun this afternoon," Lindsay said, casually, after Jan went upstairs. "I loved seeing you shoot off like that."

I looked at my sister in shock. Was she out of her mind randomly talking about that stuff in the living room? Anyone could have heard her, yet she said it like she was talking about a sandwich I'd made, rather than about how I'd spread my mayo all over her back.

"What?" Lindsay said, reacting to my expression.

"We're not supposed to talk about it." "Why not?"

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"What do you mean why..." I paused, so flustered I couldn't replace words. "Because it's not appropriate."

"So, it's OK to do it, but not to talk about it?" Lindsay asked.

"Exactly," I said. Alright, so maybe I was twisted up in my own argument there.

"That doesn't make any sense," Lindsay said. She folded her arms around her little chest, pouty.

I shrugged. Someone had to be the keeper of propriety here. My little sister's enthusiasm was fun, yes, but she was going to get us all in trouble.

"Look -- what we're doing," I said, "We shouldn't be doing it, right?"

"Why not?" Lindsay asked that question again. Like it was the height of philosophical dialectic.

"We're. I mean it's. Fuck." Language was leaving me so fast, I could only grasp at the words as they raced past me. It left me with a frantic, meaningless ramble.

"It feels good," Lindsay said, "And it's fun. So, I don't see a problem. I mean, you're not stopping, right?"

I had to concede all of that.

"And if it's OK to do then it must be OK to talk about, too," Lindsay said, "Right?"

I struggled to refute her logic, even though it didn't actually make any sense.

"I've been learning a lot about my chakras," Lindsay said, "They're these elements of energy inside of us that we can harness in order to be more whole, happier beings. When we inhibit the flow of that energy, that's where anger and unhappiness come from."

"Right," I said, making my disdain clear. My sister was into all kinds of hippy dippy stuff like that, most of which I assumed came from vaping too much pot with her friends. Of course, the exercise part of it had an amazing impact on her body, so I wasn't complaining too much.

"Chakras feed into all kinds of things -- my desires, my emotions, my ability control myself and my life. I feel very in tune with myself when we press together. Completely immersed in the flow of us. It's very enlightening." Enlightening. Self-induced orgasms with her siblings. Got it.

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"I'm a human being with physical wants," Lindsay said, "I'm not going to make myself feel bad about something that feels so good. And you shouldn't either, OK?"

I looked at my pretty little sister. Her bright, green eyes so soft and caring. The cute smile playing on her thin lips. She eyed me in a way that made me feel cared for, safe, in a crazed world. Our lives had been so upside down the last few years and yet Lindsay had found a way to replace order in that chaos.

Besides, if I won this argument, exactly what was going to be my prize? Would we stop pressing? I wasn't that stupid.

So, I agreed with my younger sister. "Yes," I said, "OK."

"Good," Lindsay said. She clapped her hands, happily. "Because I want to see your thing shoot again. That was awesome."

After Lindsay took her little tits out of her tank top, I was more than happy to oblige. This time, I showered her chest with my seed. She bounced up and down like it was the world's greatest magic trick.

"Holy fuck that's so hot," she said, rubbing my spend into her tiny pink nipples. I assumed she'd want to rub one out herself, but instead my little sister just skipped off to bed. I stared after her, trying to figure out how I'd gotten tangled up, unable to replace my way back to reality.

*

Despite our new dedication to open discussion, the next week passed without much excitement. We all hunkered down for exams before the break, I think, and it took away most of our energy. The three of us pressed together a few times, but it was a quick thing with none of the 'performance' of our earlier sessions.

Then break started and we got caught up in prepping for Thanksgiving. Despite my mom's insistence that everything was going to be as cheap and easy as possible, we still ended up spending all our time on cooking and cleaning. The fact that we were having a guest, I think, made Mom feel way more self-conscious about how we were living.

The house we were renting was old, almost certainly haunted, and it collected dust everywhere -- like someone was using a sifter of sand in every room when we weren't looking. It made every cleaning project an extra chore, more like exhuming a body than keeping our own living quarters clean.

But we did our best to stay cheerful as we went through it. Holidays were particularly stressful with everything that had happened, so we all worked extra hard to keep each other engaged.

Finally, Thanksgiving Day arrived. The table was set. The dog show was onscreen. We were all ready to settle in for a day of overindulging in food, alcohol, and television.

Kara arrived shortly before 2pm, even her knock on the door was bubbly and cheerful. Lucy hurried over to answer it, and immediately embraced her petite friend in a hug so big, it threatened to swallow the girl.

My sister finally released Kara, and the brunette immediately caught my eye. Reflexively, I stared down at my shoes. Kara was super cute. She was petite with dark brown hair and a tight little body. Her build was kind of like my younger sister, Lindsay, although she was skinny, rather than lithe or toned.

The last time we'd met up, at Lindsay's birthday party, Kara had given me her number. We'd texted a few times, but mostly it went nowhere. Now I was regretting the lost opportunity. With her deep brown eyes and wicked smirk, Kara was very much in my crush category. All the sibling masturbation sessions couldn't quench that fire.

Kara walked over and gave me a light kiss on the cheek. I looked immediately at Lucy, waiting for the jealousy monster to leap out from her lips, but instead my older sister just grinned at me. Like she knew a really good secret.