Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
It's Only Fair: EP19

Everyone here is over the age of 18.

Twice the previous weekend, I ended up in a somewhat aggressive, not exactly consensual stripping game with my sisters. Twice, I accidentally inseminated my cute, unprotected, younger twin sisters, Brianna and Jenna. Twice, I had sex with my incredible older sister, Amy, afterwards.

So, when I tell you the following week was weird, that's really saying something.

My parents came home from their snowed-in weekend. Amy left to go back to her apartment in the city. I was still on winter break, so I hung around the house with my younger siblings. After everything that had gone on, I figured things were going to be pretty interesting.

Maybe not an oral quickie in the bathroom, but perhaps a handjob on the couch under a blanket while my parents were distracted. Or a boob-feel in the kitchen while we did the dishes. Something like that. After everything we'd done -- everything the twins had told me -- was it too much to expect at least one full-on fuck-crazy incest orgy? Apparently, it was.

Rather than the sexy sibling time I'd been expecting, Jenna and Brianna went back to being my usual, normal, younger sisters. The twins went out and saw their friends. We watched TV with my parents on the couch. We ate meals, talked, and laughed. But nothing of what had gone on the previous weekend was even noted, let alone acted upon.

I began to think I'd dreamt it all -- that my fevered, incest-obsessed brain had created that weekend of endless debauchery. What was more believable? That my two, twin, younger sisters had decided to have wild, unprotected sex with me? Or that I'd imagined all of it in a singular sexual haze?

Only one thing lingered. We'd all agreed that we would visit Amy the following weekend, at her apartment downtown. Partially, this was a meeting of necessity. In the course of said imaginary sex, I had very much really creampied both the blonde, excessively buxom Brianna and the brunette, stick-skinny Jenna (Again, twice!). Amy, our older sister and my co-instigator, had promised to deliver 'get out of pregnancy free' cards to us if we visited her.

Further, however, Amy had sold this trip as a continuation of the previous weekend's festivities. You can imagine I was very interested in that idea. However, as the days passed without even a mention of our plans from my younger sisters, I started to wonder if we were going at all. The trip wasn't a huge undertaking requiring weeks of logistical planning, but we still needed to do a few things like pack or tell my parents we were going. You know, little details. Finally, Thursday night, right after my parents went to bed, Brianna and Jenna knocked on the door to my bedroom. They were both wearing tank tops, underwear, and nothing else. Skinny, serious Jenna was wearing a light blue top with pink panties. Amiable, ample-chested Brianna had on a dark green top with light grey panties. The twins: so very different, yet so much the same. I stared them up and down for too long to be appropriate, then let them inside.

I had on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. I hoped my sisters would eye me hungrily in return. Instead they just sat on the edge of my bed, tentative, like looking for where the lava would leak out.

"We wanted to talk," Brianna said.

"About this weekend," Jenna said. When I'd been hoping that my younger twin sisters would tag team me, this wasn't what I had in mind. "You talked to Amy, right? You told her we're only going to stop by for a second, right?" "Ummm, No? Also, I'm not sure she's going to be OK with that," I said, cautiously. "I think she's planning on doing more than a drop off."

"That's what we're afraid of," Brianna said.

"You saw what happened the last time she planned things," Jenna said, "Let alone her definition of a 'drop off."" Both sisters did their best to look grave, but only the brunette twin could carry it through. Brianna was such a basically happy person, she looked cheerful even when she didn't want to be.

"I get it," I said, "I do. I just... I thought we agreed that what we did together was OK."

"It was," Brianna said.

"Sort of," Jenna said, "I mean, in the moment we... Anyway, we both want to make sure we're on the same page for this weekend."

"We can't get pregnant, Chase," Brianna said. "Imagine us walking around, our bellies both swollen with your children?"

I did picture it. And I swear I felt my cock twitch at the idea: seeing the twins with matching baby bumps and knowing I was the one that did it took me from mostly aroused to ecstatically erect. I mean, I knew it was wrong but... Well maybe that's what made it feel so right?

"Seriously," Jenna said, pushing my attention back to her, "You know it would be a disaster if it happened."

"How would we tell Mom and Dad?" Brianna asked.

"How would we go to school in the fall?" Jenna asked.

"Our lives, your life, would be ruined," they chorused.

Don't think I didn't get it. I got it. The reality of what I wanted was a nightmare. Like any dreamer, though, I couldn't escape the fantasy. I tried to, though. I swear I did.

"He's doing it again," Brianna said.

"Dammit, Chase," Jenna said, "Eyes and mouths. Not tits and pussies."

I startled. Well, could you blame me? Not that looking at my sister's faces was all that bad. Brianna had golden blonde hair that framed a heart-shaped face and thick, kissable lips that were set in permanent smile -- even now when she was trying to be severe. Jenna had her brown hair up in a ponytail as usual. She had a thin face, big green eyes, pink cheeks, and an impertinent, upturned nose. So yeah, both were super cute.

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But compared to their bodies? Both of them wearing a tank top and panties? I mean, come on.

Brianna's shirt could barely contain her massive breasts and her boy-shorts strained the same way around her ample backside. A bit of blonde pubic hair poked out the gusset of her grey undies. Jenna had none of that: no pubes, no tits, no ass. But her body was still sexy as hell. Taut and tight in all the right places. The fact that I'd seen them both naked didn't help the situation any. I was trying to be a good brother, a good listener, but you try sitting next to two works of art and comment on the flooring, instead.

"I'm sorry. I'm hearing you," I said.

"Chase we can see your dick," Jenna said. I looked down. My penis was, indeed, poking upwards in my boxers like he was raising his hand to get a word in edgewise. The girls couldn't tell, but my balls were already aching, as well. "He's not, ummm, helping things here. Like, at all," Brianna said.

"It's not like I can control it," I said, "If your pussies were soaking wet right now, I wouldn't know."

The twins both shared a knowing look.

"That's not the point," Jenna said, "Look, what we did was fun."

"So much fun," Brianna said, "We have no regrets. I promise."

"But we want to continue to not regret things," Jenna said, "And that means going to Amy's, getting the pills, and getting the heck out of there."

"If you want the pills so bad, why not get them yourselves?" I asked. The million-dollar question I'd been keeping in my wallet till that point. I mean, these were morning after pills, not nuclear codes. Why did Amy have to be their keeper? "We would if we could," Brianna said.

"In this small town?" Jenna said, "Please, Mom and Dad would know the minute we walked into the pharmacy. We don't have cars, we literally can't go anywhere else. But Amy can get the pills -- it's the only way. We just have to be careful." "About getting caught?" I asked.

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"About Amy," Brianna said.

"We can't trust her," Jenna said, "You have to know that by now."

I had to admit, I felt a little used. What happened to 'only my brother?' and 'we'll do more, we promise?' I knew the week of silence didn't portend good things, but I'd hoped that the twins were saving the sexy stuff for Saturday. I argued from Amy's perspective, but it was my own cause that I was pushing for.

"Amy's going to be super disappointed if we just, like, grab the pills and go," I said.

The twins looked at each other, searching. Had they really thought they could pop in, take their stuff, and escape?

"Fine," Jenna said, finally. "But you have to call and tell Amy our plans. She has to promise to have the pills or we won't come."

"You'll just risk it?" I asked, sort of hopeful, sort of scared.

"We'll replace another way if we have to," Brianna said, "But this would be way easier. Way better. For all of us."

"But if Amy promises she has the pills, you'll go?" I asked.

"Yes" Jenna said, "And we expect both of you to follow the rules. No c in our p."

"What?" I asked, legitimately confused.

"No cock, no cum, in our pussies," Brianna said. She seemed a little less gung-ho than Jenna, but she held the company line.

"No drinking alcohol, either" Jenna said, "We have to stay in control. But if Amy agrees to the terms, we'll start packing tonight."