Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Family Vacation: >11

After breakfast, the parents said they wanted to take a drive down to Cape May to look at the lighthouse and

wander around town. We kids declined. "We need more beach time," Marissa said, as if we hadn't been doing

that every day already.

When we got back to the house, we split off. The parents all piled into Uncle Micah's SUV, while we packed up

our things for a long day out in the sun.

As we walked up to the beach, Marissa grabbed my arm and heldback. Both our brothers marched ahead of

us. My brother's butt seemed to move in all kinds of enticing ways under his bathing suit. "Did you have fun last

night?" Marissa asked. | blushed and looked down at my sandals "We'll have lots of chances to do more now that

our parents are gone. They already said they won't be back for dinner." More? | thought I'd already done too

much. "But isn't it, like, wrong? To do that with my brother?"

"Anything that feels that right can't be wrong," Marissa said, "There's so much better stuff than, you know,

playing with yourself. Stuff that you and Liam can share. Oh, Lemony you're going to love it."

"I don't know," | said, "I've never, you know, done those things before. | don't know if my brother is the person |

should be sharing that with."

"Your brother is absolutely the best person for this kind of thing," Marissa said, reassuringwith a squeeze of

my arm. "And trust me, that other stuff? It's amazing. Once you get started you won't ever want to stop."

We went down to the beach and set up camp in our usual spot, maybe twenty steps from the ocean, itself. Today

it was already busy as people were taking advantage of the warm, sunny day.

"We'd better lotion up," Liam said. He gavea funny smirk as he held up the bottle.

"Boys then girls," Marissa said. Logan and Liam lay down on their fronts, shirts off, and rested their heads in their

arms. Mirror images, almost like they were the twins. Yet their bodies were so different. Liam compact and

practically chiseled, his light blond hair tight to his skull. Logan so long and lean, dark hair flitting in the wind.

Marissa's lotion made a rude noise as she covered her brother's back. As | did the sto Liam, | couldn't help

thinking of the other white liquid that had been sprayed on my own skin the night before. There was even

something similar about the smell. That bleach-like scent filled my nose and for a moment it flashedback to

the bedroom. My brother's dick expanding in my hands.

Following | began to rub the lotion into Liam's back. It felt like working a warm, marble statue. His muscles felt so

wonderful. The warmth and strength of his body as it gave way under my fingers.

| looked over and saw that Marissa had moved to Logan's legs and was now rubbing them, moving higher and

higher up his thighs. My brother's own legs were covered in thick, blond curls, and I liked running my fingers

through them as | put the lotion on.

"Don't forget the important stuff," Marissa said. | saw she had run her hands right up the leg of Logan's shorts. |

started to say | wasn't going to do that, but her look made it clear that this part wasn't optional. And suddenly |

didn't want to argue.

| splatted a little more lotion in my palm, then reached up the leg of Liam's bathing suit. Again, | felt his hot dick

fill my hand. It was warmer, thicker, than | remembered. Way more wonderful. I'd only intended to give him a

little playful stroke, but now that | was holding my brother's cock, | couldn't resist giving it a tight, sloppy

squeeze.

"Oh sweet Jesus!" Liam cried out. Marissa chuckled. Her own brother had managed to stay quiet, despite what

his sister was so overtly doing to him.

| stroked up and down Liam's dick. It was like having his whole body in my control and | loved the feeling. I felt so

sexy and amazing.

"Um... Lemon... I'm so sorry, sis, But I'm..." Liam tried to speak, but | stroked him silent.

Let's step back for a second. | was touching an actual penis for only the second tin my life. My brother's. And

| was stroking him in his bathing suit in the middle of the beach, full of families and other folks. The hot summer

sun beat down on us while | beat off my brother and my cousin did the ssitting next to me. We had to be

quite the sight, is what I'm saying.

A moment later | was rewarded with a long, low grown, and a spattering of my brother's own special lotion. Hot

in my hands. "Fuck that's so nice."

"Our turn!" Marissa announced. She slapped Logan on the ass, and he stood up. Marissa took off her purple t-

shirt revealing yet another bikini: this one dark green with little ties on her hips and shoulders.

| pulled off my own coverup, revealing a more aggressively cut blue one-piece. Yes, not everything | owned was

yellow. And | liked the way this one covered my secret parts while accentuating my curves, so | was willing to

give it a pass on the color.

"Why don't you ever wear bikinis?" Marissa asked.

"Really?" | said, gesturing at my body.

"Exactly, that bod is begging for something more than what you're wearing," Marissa said. "And by more, | mean

less."

"Well... I mean. | did pack one, but."

"You have to wear it," Marissa said, "Tomorrow. Promise me."

"Yes, sis," Liam said, "That would be awesome. I'd love to... | mean, I'm sure everyone would love to see it."

Even Logan looked up atand agreed. | guess | had no choice now.

| lay down on my stomach. | felt my brother sit next toon the ground. The lotion felt cold on my skin, but the

strength of his fingers made it all better. Liam started with my back, as before. This suit was crisscrossed, so he

had to do more than my shoulders this time, slipping his fingers into the little webbed openings.

| pressed my head down. Smelled the fresh linen of the towel and the salt of the sea. There wasn't anything

sexual about what Liam was doing, but | felt my pussy soaking itself anyway. Little groans were already trying to

escape my mouth. | imagined Logan doing the sthings to his own sister and it didn't help my arousal any.

Liam moved his hands down to my legs. Once again, he rubbed upwards. My calves, my knees, my thighs. To

that inner spot that wasn't at all sexual but was close enough that it mattered. | knew he could feel the heat

radiating off my sex.