Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

"I saved up from working at the Genuardi's the last two summers. It's a little sedan thing. Anyway, that's not the point. I've had other boyfriends, Lemony. They were crappy assholes who only cared about fucking me. Like they could stuff my head and hang it on their wall after. The connection I have with Logan, I can't describe it. Except I don't have to because I know you feel the same way with Liam."

"Like we were meant to be together," I said. It was Disney-like love in a very not-Disney way. But I couldn't deny it.

"Exactly," Marissa said, "And maybe we didn't set out to seduce the two of you this summer, totally? But, if anything, you guys only reinforced my feelings. Also, your tits are awesome."

I blushed. That had been coming up a lot lately.

I heard our parents tromp down the stairs and we started to bring out the food. The adults all enjoyed breakfast -- I think they were a little in shock, seeing what we'd done.

Afterwards, I hung back to wash the dishes and Marissa helped me dry.

"So, we're cool?" Marissa asked, looking over at me.

"We have one day left together. I want us all to enjoy it. Liam does, too," I said.

"That's my girl!" Marissa said.

*

Talking about what we wanted to do and finding a place to do it were two different things entirely, however. Both sets of parents insisted we all spend time together on our last day. Marissa gave me a disappointed look, but there wasn't any way around it.

I went back up to the bedroom to collect my things for the beach. A moment later, Liam came in to do the same.

"Hey, Melanie," he said. He bent down and kissed my cheek.

"I'm not used to you calling me that," I said. "Like, it's not my name."

"You said you didn't want things to change, but..."

"I know. They already have," I said.

Liam wrapped his arms around me, tight. He kissed the top of my head. "I'm happy they have. I like fucking you way more than fighting you."

I couldn't argue with that.

We went downstairs and then both families, all eight of us, walked down to the beach together. After the day before, it was nice to be on the quiet beach. To hear nothing but waves and screaming seagulls. We set up near the water. Everyone did their own suntan lotion. We couldn't take risks with the parents around.

I could tell by how my Mom and Dad were looking at each other that they'd been fighting again. I no longer cared. Even more importantly, I didn't need them to stay together anymore. I'd seen the truth of things and I knew that they weren't my destiny. If anything, I wanted them to get it over with so I could enjoy my life.

I pulled off my coverall and lay down on the towel. I was back in another one piece, a bright red one, and it made me feel a little sad. I knew I'd be shopping for more bikinis as soon as I got home.

We spent the morning being wholesome. Jumping the waves in the ocean, playing paddleball on the sand, working on our tans in the sweltering Jersey sun. It was nice, a little reprieve from the bad and the good that was going on in my life. A reminder that normal things happen most of the time, even when it seems like everything's going crazy. I caught Marissa's eye at one point. I could tell she was already scheming ways to get back to the house for some sibling fun. I guess not everyone was as excited as I was about getting normal time with our families.

When it was time for lunch, we opened up the cooler and grabbed sandwiches and drinks. Eating on the beach was strange, it felt like the sand was trying to sneak into my meal any way it could, but it was also nice. The cold cut turkey and hot

sun.

There was a loud rattling noise. I looked over to see my Dad rummaging through the cooler.

"Deb, did you see my orange soda?" he asked.

"It should be in there, Gary," Mom said.

"Well it's not."

"Here, let me take a look." Mom got up and dug through the cooler, next to my Dad. "Huh. I must have forgotten. I swear I left some in there."

"Goddammit you always do this!" Dad shouted.

"Do what?" Mom asked.

"I ask you to do one simple goddamned thing and you blow it off."

"I didn't blow it off, Gary, I just forgot."

"Like fuck you did. It's the same thing over and over again. You never fucking listen. It's like that time my car broke down in the rain and you waited over two hours to get me."

"My phone was out of power. And besides, that was four years ago, and this is an orange soda."

"Well fuck you, too!"

My stood there, fuming. I could practically see the smoke wafting off them as they flopped into their respective chairs. The rest of us sat there silent, collateral damage in yet another argument.

For a moment, I felt like having it out with everyone right there. Just pulling the pin and throwing the grenade. At least then I'd be responsible for the explosion. Marissa saw the anger in me though, and she quickly grabbed my hand, pulling me away from my parents.

"We're going to swim in the pool," Marissa announced. She collected her things -- including me, Logan, and Liam -- and started dragging us back to the house.

Mom chased after me. For a moment, she pulled me away from Marissa. "You don't have to leave," she said. I could see the tears forming in her eyes.

"Yes I do, Mom," I said, "I really do."

And I left her there by herself on the beach.

*

Marissa didn't waste any time. As soon as we got back to the house, she took off her t-shirt and kept going. A moment later she was completely naked by the side of the pool, lying out on a lounger. Her pert little tits browning in the sun. I glanced over at the fencing -- it didn't seem nearly high enough for what my cousin was doing. But I didn't care. I ran the straps of my swimsuit over my shoulders, then stepped out of my suit. I lay down naked on the lounger next to my cousin.

"Woo! The big guns are coming out!" she cheered.

Logan and Liam stripped off their shorts, too, revealing the big missiles I cared more about. We all lay in the backyard, completely naked. Some part of me whispered that I should be ashamed. Look at those tight bodies, it said, and your floppy tits and flabby ass. But I didn't listen. My massive tits were awesome, and my ample ass was incredible. And those trim bodies? They only wanted to be with me.

I rolled off my lounger, then kissed Marissa hard, on the lips. She gasped into my mouth. A moment later her hands snaked into my hair, holding us both together.

"I'm not doing that with you, dude," I heard Liam tell Logan. My sexy cousin shrugged back at my brother. They both stared at their sisters, entranced.

Marissa kissed my neck. Then my chest. Then she latched onto my tit. I moaned as my sharp, pink nubbin slipped into my cousin's mouth. I reached down to play with Marissa's little breasts. They were so perky and tight. I loved her small brown nipples, feeling them stiffen against my palm. I'd always wanted to be my older, female cousin. I guess I would have to settle for being with her. I could take that trade-off.

I pulled Marissa off my tit. She eyed me nervously, but I shook my head. I took her hand and dragged her back to my lounger. Lay back, legs spread.

Marissa smiled at me, that wicked grin, and buried her head between my legs. This whole time I'd been afraid of oral. My God I was so fucking stupid. Being licked was like heaven. The wetness of my cousin's tongue. It was different than sex -- sinking into an orgasm instead of being pounded into one. I loved the difference in sensation.