Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

"Does Mom know?"

"No one knows," Liam said.

"God, that had to be so hard," I said. I put my arm around my brother, and I felt his body melt into mine. "To see it. To have to keep that secret. You didn't have to do that for him. He doesn't deserve it. How could he cheat on Mom like that?" "I don't know," Liam said. "It made me so angry. Not only seeing that but watching him be so cruel to Mom. And then everything else. School stuff. Life stuff. You stuff."

"Me stuff?" I stepped back. "What did I do?" I glared at Liam, but he just looked back at me, wistful.

"Nothing," he said, finally turning away. "That's what makes this so hard. You did nothing at all."

I went back to leaning against the railing. My brother put his arm around me again. The rain was letting up. There was a spot in the sky where the clouds had cleared, but I couldn't see stars because the ambient light of the boardwalk blocked them out.

"So, what do you want to do?" I asked.

"About Dad? About Marissa and Logan?" Liam asked. Then the next words nearly silent. "About us?"

"Any of it," I said, pointedly ignoring that last part.

"I don't know," Liam said.

Eventually we walked home, arm in arm.

*

The house was dark when we got back. For a moment, I was sure we would catch Marissa and Logan going at it again, but they both appeared to be asleep. Breathing heavy, eyes shut. Logan had his arm around his sister, spooned, but they were both clothed. Chaste.

I changed and climbed into bed. I felt Liam slip in beside me. We both stared out into the dark. Sleep started to slip over me. Then I saw my cousins shift.

Carefully, Marissa turned around and kissed her brother on the mouth. He started to kiss her back. They went from tender and soft to needy and aggressive. I heard the wetness of their lips. Saw the shadow of their bodies as Marissa pushed Logan onto his back, dragging her tongue down his chest. Peeling back his boxers.

"Let's go downstairs," Logan said, "Safer."

Marissa paused, head hanging over her brother's penis. "Yes, we'd better."

"You may as well stay here, we already know," Liam said, loudly. Everyone froze in place. The four of us just lay there, blinking as if someone had switched on the lights. The room was still dark. "Go ahead, it's nothing we haven't seen before." Liam said it as a challenge. I shouldn't have been surprised when Marissa took him up on it.

My petite cousin simply dropped to the bedroom floor. Wordless, she buried her head between her brother's legs, slipped his dick out of the fly of his boxers, and sucked it in. The whole room gasped, except for Marissa whose mouth was full of cock.

Logan did nothing to stop his sister. His eyes rolled back. Mouth open. He put his hand on his sister's head and held her there. Liam cursed under his breath. We both sat up on the edge of the bed. Like watching our own private show. Seeing the two of them together, I couldn't help it -- I got aroused. Marissa looked incredibly sexy and I found myself wishing it was me in her place. Not blowing Logan, really, but someone. I'd never sucked a dick before but in that moment, I very much wanted to.

Without thinking about it, I dipped my fingers between my legs and started stroking myself over my panties. I could feel the heat of my sex pulsing through the thin material. Full of wet and want. I arched my bottom to bring it closer to my touch.

I felt Liam shift slightly. His hand was in his crotch, lightly squeezing. He saw me looking -- stared at where my own hand was stuck -- but neither of us stopped.

"Oh fuck," Logan said. He had both hands in Marissa's brown hair now. Sloppy wet sounds filled the room. Marissa's head bobbed up and down on her brother's dick. She pulled back and stroked him with her hand. Like showing us, proudly, what she'd uncovered.

Even in the dark, I could see Logan's dick. It was throbbing and quite long -- at least a few inches more than I'd seen in my limited boyfriend experience. Marissa's little hand looked even tinier as she tried to wrap around it. So much more exposed as it stuck out of her tiny fist.

"You going to cum in my mouth, bro?" Marissa asked, teasing, "You going to show our cousins what a good sister does?"

"No," Logan said, flatly. And for a moment I thought we would finally crash back down to sanity. Then Logan dropped off the bed and shoved Marissa, hard, into the floor. Their bodies made a loud clunk, like knocking a lamp off a dresser. Logan ripped down Marissa's satin shorts and, in one smooth motion, buried his dick to the hilt inside his sister.

"Oh fuck YES!" Marissa cried out. As if both sets of parents were not right down the hall. It didn't matter. She didn't care.

As my cousins rutted on the floor, I gave up on pretending and put my hand right onto my bare pussy. I kept my panties on, more for convenience than propriety. My pubes rubbed rough against my wrist. Seeping warm wetness spilled on my fingers. I rubbed my little clitty like I was trying to erase it off my body. My breath caught in my throat, far louder than I'd have liked.

Liam looked over at me immediately. My brother had his dick out completely. Boxers in a heap right next to where our cousins were plowing each other. Liam's dick looked huge in his hand -- not as long as Logan's -- but thicker than any cock I'd ever seen with a pronounced mushroom head.

And now I knew exactly what I wanted in my mouth.

Liam, too, was eyeing something hungrily: my chest. He watched it rise and fall, my lungs racing to keep up with my aching sex. I slid a finger into my slot, then immediately added another. My underwear was too constraining, and I tossed it aside. Both hands buried in my virgin snatch.

I found myself wishing it was Liam's cock in my hands. My mouth. My cunt. I looked down at the rhythmic bouncing of Logan's bottom as he plunged into his twin sister's pussy. Both of them locked in primal embrace -- sounds and shudders and smells. Drilling down to the base of my brain where I'd never be able to shake loose of them.

Oh God.

I'd rubbed myself off lots of times, probably more than I should admit. It was never anything like this. My fingers so deft and perfect at setting me off. So useless and clumsy compared to everything I wanted. The orgasm that showed up was so much more than I expected. I thought I knew what my peak was like. Oh God. It was like seeing a mountain for the first time and realizing that everything else I'd experienced was barely even a hill. And, worse, realizing that I couldn't bring myself even close to the summit.