Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

I assumed, stupidly, that that would be the end of things. I don’t know why I thought the three of us would do it that one time and Lindsay would be done with it. I don’t know how I could have so easily mistaken an entrance for an exit.

Still, you can see there’s a certain logic to my thinking. After all, if you were asked to list the most likely occurrences in my life, regular masturbation sessions with two of my sisters would have been pretty low, right? Probably buried somewhere between ‘get my own unicorn’ and ‘find a million bucks abandoned on the sidewalk.’ And yet, that’s exactly what happened, with the kind of casual inevitability that usually accompanies events like ‘tuna sandwich for lunch.’

That very evening there was a knock on my bedroom door. I was lying in bed, watching something dumb on my phone, and starting to get good and sleepy. So, I was surprised by the sound, to say the least. I was wearing a pair of pajama pants and nothing else, so I pulled on a t-shirt before I answered.

My parents were both passed out and Jan, my oldest sister, was out with friends. Lucy, the most likely candidate to be bothering me at that hour, was never so overt as to knock on my door. She’d find some other way to get my attention if she needed it. There was only one other person it could be: my little sister Lindsay. But that didn’t make any sense either, we didn’t have that kind of relationship. Yet when I opened the door, there she was — wearing a frilly, sleeveless sleep shirt and staring at me in the near-darkness.

If her appearance was a shock, you can only imagine my reaction to what Lindsay did next. She went across the hall and knocked on Lucy’s door. My curvy, blonde sister opened it, looking at both of us like we were the world’s weirdest Jehovah’s witnesses.

“I want to do it again,” Lindsay said, acting exactly like the young, petulant sibling she was.

In an evening of unexpected events, this was the one I was probably the least prepared for. I was no stranger to a late-night press with Lucy. We’d been doing that for months. But neither of us had ever spoken about it aloud. That was straight up crazy. Who came out and invited someone, verbally, to a mutual masturbation session?

I looked over at my older sister. Lucy was wearing a simple t-shirt and shorts. Her eyebrows were raised in confusion. Her mouth, however, slipped into a smirk. Without another word, the buxom blonde girl motioned for the both of us to join her in her bedroom.

Just like that, as if this was an everyday occurrence, Lucy closed her door behind us, tossed her younger sister a spare pillow, and flopped onto the floor.

Not long after, the three of us cascaded into our personally supplied orgasms. This time, I was the first to go. I think the whole scenario had me worked up more than usual. As I went over the top, the heat of my spend shooting down my bare legs, I felt at least one pair of eyes on me. I assumed it was my younger sister, Lindsay, but it might have been my older sister, Lucy. Or maybe both.

I honestly don’t know. In the moment, I didn’t care. It just added another level to the already high peak I was reaching.

“That’s so hot.” I heard my baby sister whisper through the haze of my post-orgasm ecstasy.

“I know, right?” Lucy said.

A moment later, the room filled with the low groans and sharp gasps of my sisters cumming, themselves. I was too fogged out to notice who did what. Not that it made the experience any less alluring.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

An arm bumped against my body as Lindsay settled in next to me. Lucy’s leg kicked against mine. All three of us lay there on the floor, warm and post-cum cozy.

The next time I blinked, I saw it was 3am. I peeled myself off the wood floor and limped back to my bedroom. My leg hairs sticky with dried cum.

*

The next day, Lucy volunteered to drive the three of us to school.

“Dylan and I are both going to County and Lindsay’s high school is kinda on the way,” she explained to my parents as we packed up our things that morning. “Besides, I want to help you guys out more if I can.”

“That’s very sweet of you,” Mom said.

“We really appreciate it,” Dad said.

Jan stood in the kitchen, arms crossed primly, eyeing the three of us like she was sure we were all spies.

We piled into my older sister’s sad Honda Civic — Lindsay in the front with Lucy, me in the backseat — and drove off. We hadn’t even left the driveway before Lindsay started into it.

“Last night was a lot of fun,” Lindsay said.

I felt the air leave the car. My stomach twisted. Like I said, Lucy and I had been pressing regularly all summer. So masturbating with my siblings, didn’t feel that different. But we definitely didn’t ever talk about it. That was the act of an insane person.

“I’m glad,” Lucy said, calmly. Her clipped response was a clear ‘be quiet,’ but Lindsay didn’t hear it.

“I think we should do it again,” Lindsay said, “Maybe this afternoon when we all get back from school.”

“OK, honey,” Lucy said, patting our younger sister on her skinny leg.

After we dropped Lindsay off, I climbed into the front seat with Lucy, and we drove off toward County.

“What was all that about?” I asked, pulling on my seatbelt.

“What?” Lucy said, slightly distracted.

“You know with the,” I began, fumbling for the words. Did I really need to explain this? “The afternoon. And stuff.”

“Let her be enthusiastic,” Lucy said, smiling at me placatingly. “It’s fun.”

I shrugged, but inside I was still sullen. It’s not that I was upset that Lindsay was involved in our thing. Like I said, it was kind of nice to have a new participant. But the way she was so open about it? That made it all weird and I didn’t like it.

I comforted myself that it was just conversation. As long as we quietly went about pressing, I supposed I could live with a little chatter.

*

“I want to see your thing,” Lindsay said. She beamed at me, broadly. Like a kid asking for a lollipop at the supermarket.

We were all in the living room after school. Unlike usual, when Lindsay would spend all afternoon lounging around at some friend’s house, she’d hurried straight home. I was done with my classes for the day, and I’d camped out on the couch while Lucy brought our sister home from school

I’d been watching TV, coming down from the day, when our youngest sister rushed right into the house, threw down her things, then tossed a pillow onto the floor. She didn’t even bother to say hello.

“Well?” she asked, staring up at me, impatiently.

I turned to Lucy, standing in the doorway. We shared a look somewhere between impressed, apprehensive, and excited. I don’t know if even Lucy had anticipated that involving our baby sister would bring us to this point. Our illicit activities had already felt risky without Lindsay’s incredible enthusiasm.

Still, we flopped to the floor. The three of us crowded so close together we had to shift so our elbows wouldn’t collide as we pressed. We’d barely even begun when Lindsay took things up yet another notch.

“Fuck that feels good,” Lindsay said.

OK, so a little dirty talk during wasn’t all that new. Lucy and I, when we were in the full throes of our self-pleasure summer, had started doing the same thing. We hadn’t gotten back to it since our autumn restart, but it made sense that we would try again at some point.

But Lindsay wasn’t idly talking to turn herself on.

“Fuck, I want to see it,” she said.

“You are seeing it,” I said. I did my best gesture at how the three of us were getting off in plain sight.

“Not this,” Lindsay said. She looked pointedly at my crotch. “That. I want to see your thing. While we do it. That would be so hot.”

I turned to my older sister. Lucy shrugged at me. I couldn’t read her expression at all. Lindsay’s look, however, I understood implicitly.

“Take it out, Dylan,” my baby sister said, twisting her hair in her fingers. “I bet Lucy wants to see it, too.”

I assumed Lucy would be the levelheaded one, although I can’t imagine why. I mean, all the evidence I had was that my older sister was equally as crazed as my younger. But, for some reason, I continued to assume that Lucy was going to put the brakes on things. Instead, she did exactly what I should have anticipated by now.

“Yeah, Dylan, show us your cock,” Lucy said, “Stroke it for us.”

Well, I wasn’t one to let down my sisters. I got off the floor and sat on the couch. I was about to slip off my pants, but I stopped. Through the haze of my sibling-induced arousal, I managed to have a moment of inspiration.

“You have to show me something, too,” I said.

Both girls paused. They turned to look at each other, eyes searching. As I’ve said, my two siblings looked very different. Lucy was full and curvy. Her face was on the round side with full lips and a slightly upturned nose. Lindsay, on the other hand, was all angles. She had a sharp chin and a thin mouth — almost the opposite of her older sister, really. And yet, in that moment where they glanced at each other, my sisters looked so much alike, it was uncanny. Their blood relation abundantly clear.

“Tops,” Lucy said, and Lindsay nodded her head.

Both girls reached for their shirts and bras then tossed them aside. They were still on their stomachs with me sitting above them, so I didn’t get a full glimpse. It didn’t matter. The grandeur of the view — it was like eyeing the Andes and the Himalayas all at once.

I’d seen Lucy’s full, glorious boobs before, but that didn’t make them any less amazing. They were so large, yet perfectly formed. There was something inherently unreal about them, as if such wonders could only exist in fiction.

Meanwhile, I was getting my first glimpse at Lindsay’s little mounds, and they were no less incredible for being so much smaller than her sister’s. Lindsay’s tiny tits were incredibly perky, almost sharp with light pink nipples.

My sisters made the exact same ‘ahem.’ Both girls had been looking at me expectantly for a while, but can you blame me for not noticing? They shared a knowing, goofy grin.

I took the hint and pulled down my jeans and boxers. My dick popped out, eager. Whatever softness I might have needed to press on the floor was lost in the excitement of everything else. I was as hard as I’d ever been, like I’d installed my own personal coatrack.

If I’d stared a bit too long at my sisters’ chests, they more than made up for it by the way they ogled my dick, entranced. Lindsay’s mouth hung open, her eyes wide. Lucy’s own blue orbs sparkled; her mouth twisted into a hungry grin.

“Ahem,” I said, mimicking my sisters.

“Just give us a minute,” Lucy said.

“Yeah, don’t rush us,” Lindsay said.

“Fine,” I said. I felt so on display, my dick somehow both flagged and flag-poled harder at the same time.

Finally, my sisters settled back in and started to rub themselves on the floor. They kept their heads tilted upwards, though, staring at my cock.

“Stroke it, Dylan,” Lucy said, “Get off with us.”

“Yeah, I want to see it shoot,” Lindsay said.

I did as I was told, as if I needed the encouragement. Watching both my topless sisters hump the floor, their bare tits trembling, was more than enough to make me want to work myself. The way they seemed to be enamored of my erection only increased the urge. It was like being told to have a heartbeat — it was going to happen no matter what they said.