Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Family Vacation: >25

"You grew those and, suddenly, my sister wasn't my cute best friend who happened to live in my house. She was

a woman. A sexy, beautiful woman that | wanted so bad. | knew | wasn't supposed to think of you that way. But |

couldn't stop

myself. | started to see you in every fantasy. But, of course, | couldn't have you."

"That had to be hard, fighting with your own body like that," | said. | knew it was, because I'd been doing the

same. Telling myself that what we were doing was only wrong if | liked it. Or if we did it once, then it was OK but

not twice. OK, twice, but not a third time. And on and on | went, like back on that Tilt-A-Whirl. Sick to my stomach

yet praying the ride would never end. So yeah, | got it.

"I tried to find other girls attractive," Liam said, "Their tits were too small, or their face wasn't pretty enough, or

they weren't as smart as you or funny or sweet. | was comparing them all to my sister and none of them made

the cut. | couldn't stop thinking it: she'd be cute if she looked more like Melanie. And yes, I'm calling you that. |

don't care anymore. Lemony was my little twin sister. Melanie is the woman I fell in love with. Long before any of

this happened."

| guess Lemon was kind of a kid name. And | liked the idea of being able to buy different colored clothing. Still it

felt weird when my brother said it. Melanie? Who was that?

"So, | wasn't mad at you," Liam said, "I treated you like that because if | didn't, | was going to be kissing you.

Holding you. Loving you. But I'm sorry because that was shitty too. If it makes you feel any better, | was only

hurting myself." "I don't want you to be hurt," | said, "I want you to be happy. | realized that seeing you with

Marissa didn't makejealous because | love you -- your happiness makeshappy. Seeing you enjoy her,

that was kind of fun, too." "And | felt the sabout you and Logan," Liam said, "Like | said, sis, | just love to

watch you cum."

"So we're OK?" | asked.

"You and me?" Liam said, "Yes, we're OK. Our family? Maybe not so much."

And | knew he was right. Mom and Dad were splitting up. I'd known it for so long, well before my eighteenth

birthday, being honest. I'd fought hard to not see it, because maybe if | didn't acknowledge it, then it wouldn't be

true. But | couldn't change the world, no matter how much I tried. | could only enjoy the good parts. And | was so

glad to share them with the love of my life. My brother.

"So, we're going to keep doing this," | said, standing up. | undid my towel and got out clean clothes.

"Fuck | hope so," Liam said, his eyes glued to my tits.

"And Marissa and Logan?"

Liam shrugged. He stood up and started to get dressed, too. | hoped he didn't see how | was staring at his cock.

"Tomorrow we're going home," Liam said, "This is almost certainly the last TwinCon, or at least the last one like

this. Seems a shto not enjoy our ttogether. The four of us."

| smiled, broadly. | was hoping he'd say that.

*

That morning, we went downstairs and made breakfast for our parents. The four of us working together, the

perfect team. | mixed the batter for pancakes while Logan put bacon in the oven. Marissa sliced up fresh fruit

and Liam scrambled eggs.

| went out to set the table, and as | walked past Marissa, she slapped my ass.

"Last night was so much fun," she said. "I hope you enjoyed it too."

| wasn't sure what to say. | bought stby putting plates down around the table.

So long as Liam was OK with what we'd done, then | was OK too. But | didn't think I should admit to how much |

enjoyed it. Or, for that matter, how much it frightenedin the morning. Still, | wanted to show my cousin | was

game, so | told her it was nice.

Marissa laughed, throatily. "What is it with you and that word? Sthings aren't just nice. They're awesome,

spectacular, wonderful."

"Is that how you'd describe being with my brother?" | asked.

"You're not jealous, are you?" Marissa asked.

"No," | said, "I thought it was hot to watch you and Liam together." Which was absolutely true.

"Good, cause you and Logan looked really good, too," Marissa said, "We're just being good siblings -- good

siblings share. And fuck. That's my current policy, anyway."

"I can live with that," I said.

"So, you're willing to 'share' more?" Marissa asked.

"Would you just admit you liked fucking my brother?"

Marissa sniggered. "Of course | did. His thick dick is awesome. He's a little talky, though."

"And | liked Logan's long one. He's a little rough, though."

"He liked being with you, too," Marissa said, "I think he has a little crush on you, to be honest. Maybe has for a

few years now."

"Are you jealous?"

"Maybe a little," Marissa said, folding napkins and laying out the silverware. "But as I'm sure you've learned, |

like it when the wrong stuff feels right."

"So do I," I said. "I think I've found something lasting with Liam. | know that's, like, really fucked up. But | can't

stop it either."

"That's OK," Marissa said, "I keep telling you, you're supposed to love your twin brother."

"| appreciate you saying that, Marissa, but no I'm really not."

"You said that you and Liam started to capart on your eighteenth birthdays, right? You asked if we had a big

blowout? Well, when Logan and | turned eighteen, | caught him stroking himself off in the shower." "How did

you...?"

"It doesn't matter," Marissa said. "I saw him, he saw me. We started doing little things. | thought it was playful,

flirty. But it kept building and building till one day we were in the garage and he hadbent over the hood of

my car." "Wait, you have a car?"