Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Logan cackled and humped hard against Marissa. Both of them holding tight onto each other. He roared as he came inside her. Both of them wrapped in ecstasy. "Show's over," Liam said, "Guess we'd better get going." He pulled out of me and rolled me onto my back. I spread my legs for him, idly stroking at my clit.

My brother's cock filled me again. He moved with an urgency I wasn't used to. Not from Liam, anyway. I got to work on my clit. I felt the orgasm building, but I knew I needed my brother to cum to get there.

"Come on, Liam," I urged him. "Cum. Cum in me."

The world slowed. A realization washed over me.

To that point, I'd seen my brother filling my pussy as a wonderful, pleasurable evil. I knew I was risking something with all kinds of consequences, but I ignored it and hoped it wouldn't matter. Now, though, as I saw the way my brother watched me with so much love, I knew that I wouldn't have it any other way. My brother was going to get me pregnant. It was all I ever wanted.

"Do it, Liam," I said. "Cum in my unprotected pussy. Fill my womb. It's not safe, I know. You'll... you'll put a baby inside me. My twin brother's going to knock me up. And I want it. Please, I need it so bad."

Liam slowed, but he didn't stop. He gave me a funny look, wrapped his arms around me even tighter. Kissed my lips with ever-increasing passion.

"Make a baby inside me," I begged, "Seed me. Breed me. Make me your own."

Liam clutched my ass. Buried his head in my breasts. He cried out, a sweet little sob, and filled my pussy.

The heat of his seed set me off even further than I already was. I'd been cumming like crazy all week. It was nothing like this. I came so hard I lost all sense of things. Higher than high. Deeper than deep. It was almost frightening the way I lost control of myself. Every nerve ending firing out. I didn't so much have an orgasm as I became one.

"Ahhhhhhh my brother's cumming in me!!!!!" I cried out. "Oh YYYYYEEEEESSSSSS!"

I felt my brother's body trembling against mine and I knew he was pouring his essence into me. I could feel it, like his very soul was merging with mine. Becoming one. We were twins: together from the very moment of conception. The fact that we were uniting as one, again, wasn't wrong. It was inevitable. And the pleasure of that union hit me harder than any simple cum ever could.

Liam kissed me, lovingly, as we both came down from our climax. He hugged me close till sense sorted itself back into me. Both of us sticky and sore.

"Well that was kind of awesome," Marissa said from the other bed. Logan agreed, then lay back. His sister rested her head on his chest.

"This is nice," Marissa said. Then she laughed.

Liam wrapped his arms around me. I snuggled into him. Warm and safe.

"I hope it's twins," he said, and gave my tummy a squeeze.

*

The next morning, we woke up before the sun. It was too early for breakfast, so both families piled into the SUV. The four of us smushed against each other in the back row. I was so tired I fell asleep with my head against the window.

I woke up a few hours later with the sun high in the sky. I saw it immediately, of course. Marissa was sitting right on Logan's lap. His fly was open, and her shorts were piled next to her. Honestly, I'm not sure how our parents didn't notice what we were up to all week. Sure there were a bunch of bags and things piled up all around us. But all Uncle Micah had to have done was adjust his rearview mirror slightly and he'd have seen his daughter impaled on his son. Later, I convinced myself they all knew and didn't care. Even later than that, I decided they were all just oblivious, lost in their own pallid existance. I'm still not sure, but even now I look back and wonder how the hell we got away with everything that happened that week.

Liam was sitting next to me, watching our cousins copulate. His hand was obviously working himself over his shorts.

"Let me do that," I said. I reached down and stroked him off. Marissa's breath hitched and I knew Logan was cumming inside her. I quickly got my brother to the same place. His warm seed covered my fingers.

I held it up and licked it off while he watched. Then he reached over for my shorts.

"Not now," I told him.

"But..."

"It's OK," I said, "I want to save it for later. When you can use your tongue."

Liam smiled at me, excited. "You're the sexiest woman alive, Melanie," he told me. And I felt it in my heart that it was true.

*

We got to Aunt Tara's house around noon. We ate lunch there, but then Dad insisted we should get right back on the road. I hugged Marissa so tight, I felt her back crack. Logan even gave me a kiss on the cheek. The separation hurt my heart more than I can say.

"Well I'm glad that's over," Dad said as we backed out of the driveway. "I have to say, as much as I enjoy seeing your sister, it'll be nice to get back home."

I glared at my Dad through the seats. I know my Mom said he was forgiven for what he'd done, but I felt so angry at him. Nowadays -- now that I'm older, married, with kids of my own -- I think I understand him better. I can empathize with what he was going through.

In the moment, though, I was mad about everything and it stopped me from seeing sense. It would be a long time till I talked to my Dad again. Really talked to him, I mean. Ironically, over time, I started to resent my Mom for her role in all of it. I guess my perspective changed as I got older. What can I say? Relationships don't always make sense.

We got home late that night. Liam and I both packed up our things, our lives, and we went off to college. I saw Aunt Tara and Uncle Micah a few times over the years. At graduation, the birth of our kids. Stuff like that. But it was never the same after that summer.

But it wasn't the last TwinCon.

After the divorce, our parents all drifted apart. But Liam and I stayed in contact with Logan and Marissa. They visited us in college. We even lived in the same city for a few years. We got up to a lot of trouble in those times, I must admit. Even after we were supposed to be settled, mature adults. Our friendship, the four of us, sometimes it feels like it's the best thing in my life. I don't know what I'd do without them. We visit as often as we can.

In fact, Logan and Marissa are walking up to my house right now. We're all going to drive out to Lake George, where we rented a house for the week. Marissa is still skinny, but her hips are a bit wider from having kids. Logan's started to go grey -- I think it makes him look distinguished, but I know he's sensitive about it.

Their twins, Mason and Laura, are following behind them. Mason has grown into such a strapping boy. And Laura's tits might be even bigger than mine. They're both going to school at Northwestern and I hear they're doing fabulous.