Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Soon after, we sat down to the meal. There was enough food for all, but I would never have described it as a sumptuous feast. Weird how even our indulgences were a reminder of all the things we could no longer indulge in.

Everything started OK. My Dad asked Kara how school was going, and she did a good job keeping things light. My sisters chimed in, and we were having a pretty good time. But then one innocuous question stopped everything dead.

“So where are your parents during the holiday?” Mom asked.

“Oh, they’re off at the ski resort,” Kara said.

“Ski resort,” my dad said. It was not a question.

“Yes, it was this whole thing,” Kara said, “Dad said that money was tight, so he reserved at this place that isn’t as nice as usual and Mom freaked out.”

“Yes,” Dad said, “Important to be financially responsible.”

The room went dead silent. I think Kara realized what she’d been saying, but it was too late. The cloud of our family’s failures hung over us, thick and murky. I felt it, heavy, in my chest.

We’d been those people, once. Never as rich as Kara, of course, but doing well enough to have a nice home, new cars, and a good vacation. Dad didn’t set out to lose his job, we all knew that, but it happened anyway. Suddenly we were scraping by.

Dad had found another job for about a quarter of the pay. Mom went back to work and Jan cut grad school short to start earning money. The only reason Lucy and I weren’t working was because Dad insisted that school was more important and wouldn’t allow it. Watching him gather up those last shreds of his pride was almost worse than seeing it obliterated in the first place.

So, hearing Kara talk about having to accept the ‘lesser’ chalet while we stared at two sad, skinny chickens at a busted up table in a sad, old house — I guess it hurt a little. With conversation stifled and the meal mostly gone, we turned to the one thing we still had plenty of: alcohol.

We’d ended up with a half dozen bottles of wine and we proceeded to methodically murder them all. It didn’t make dinner less awkward, but it helped us remember less of it in the morning.

After dinner, the inevitable began to take its effect. My Dad found his way to the football game and Jan joined him. Mom ended up napping in a corner. That left Lindsay, Lucy, Kara and I to sloppily clean up.

At one point, while I collected the dishes and Kara and Lindsay were washing in the other room, Lucy sidled up next to me, nudging my side.

“Kara’s been eyeing you all night,” she said.

“That’s nice,” I said, absently.

“You should make a move,” Lucy said, “I think she’d go for it.”

“Last time, that did not turn out too well,” I said, looking at my sister meaningfully.

“It’s fine,” Lucy said, “I won’t get mad.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Lucy said, “Kara’s a nice girl and she could do a lot worse. Besides, I feel like one of us should score on Thanksgiving, since it looks like the Cowboys can’t do it.”

“Thanks,” I said, meaning it.

Our lives had been so cursed, dating hadn’t felt like an option. And while I enjoyed my little meetings with my sisters, they also put me in an uncomfortable spot for other relationships. What had happened when I flirted with Kara last time, I was not going through that again. So having the green light from my sister left my engines revving hard.

Once we were done cleaning up, I made my way over to Kara. I was about to suggest she come see my room for some lame reason (it was the best excuse I could think of), but Lindsay beat me to the punch.

“We should do something,” my little sister said, “The rest of the family is busy, so let’s hang out.”

“That could be fun, I guess,” I said, mentally cursing my cock-blocking baby sis.

“We could play a boardgame,” Kara said, “I think I saw some in one of the bedrooms before.”

“Oh hell no,” Lucy said, “That’s only going to lead to trouble.”

“What if we did our thing?” Lindsay suggested.

Both Lucy and I swung our heads toward our sister so fast, I’m surprised our necks didn’t snap in unison. What did she just say?!

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, hon,” Lucy said, taking the side of reason for once.

“I bet Kara would really like it,” Lindsay said.

Oh my God. I was going to grab my sister’s chakra and wrap it around her neck. I knew we’d all probably overconsumed, but as far as I could tell, Lindsay was suggesting this soberly. This was beyond a disaster; it was a twenty-car pileup with a nuclear-powered van in the middle of the wreck. Everything was on fire, irradiated, and melting down to the atoms.

“Is this some game you guys play?” Kara asked.

“Yeah, ha ha, a game,” I said. I took Kara’s arm and started to steer her away. “Come on, I want to show you this cool thing I’ve got up in my bedroom.”

“Yes, Dylan’s bedroom is a great idea,” Lindsay said. “OW!”

I looked over in surprise and saw that Lucy had pinched our little sister’s arm, hard. I can’t say I blamed her.

“What was that for?” Lindsay asked, rubbing her arm.

“Never mind,” Lucy said. She turned and smiled at Kara. “Little sisters, right? So annoying.”

“I have two older brothers,” Kara said with a shrug, “They’re weird, but mostly harmless.”

“Are they both skiing with your parents?” I asked, desperate to change the subject. You know it was a bad sign if I was willing to bring that up again. It truly felt like the safer of the two conversations.

“Kevin is,” Kara said, “But Kenny’s over at his fiancee’s house for the holiday.”

“Oh cool,” I said. Most. Awkward. Small talk. Ever.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“So, what’s this thing you want to do, Lindsay?” Kara asked, “I’m intrigued.”

“Oh, it’s awesome,” Lindsay said, “You’ll love it.”

“I think our little sister has had a little too much to drink,” I said to Kara. Then I turned to my sister. “Right, Lindsay?”

“I’m fine,” Lindsay said, calmly. “Let’s go up to the bedroom like Dylan suggested.”

Notice how I was now implicated in all this? Yeah, that was just lovely.

*

Lindsay cajoled us all into following her upstairs. She marched straight into my bedroom, grabbed one of my pillows, and followed it to the floor.

“Um, what are you…?” Kara stared from outside the door frame. We all did.

“It’s simple, see,” Lindsay said, “You rub yourself up against the pillow and it starts to feel really good.

“Oh wow,” Kara said.

“Oh my,” Lucy said.

“Oh no,” I said.

“And the three of you, um, do this together?” Kara asked.

My stomach rushed to the floor, broke through the foundation of the house, and headed right for the Earth’s core. I wished to God I could follow it to my burning oblivion.

“Yup!” Lindsay said, casual as anything. “It’s great on its own, but together makes it way more fun.”

Kara was now staring straight at Lucy and me. I couldn’t read the expression on her face. I desperately didn’t want to. Whatever was behind those eyes, I didn’t want to consider it. Just run and hide. Then die. Preferably quickly.

“She’s not wrong,” Lucy said, shrugging slightly, “It is fun. Right Dylan?”

Fuck me. “Uh, yeah,” I said, “I mean, I guess. If you’re into that kinda thing.”

“And you are into it?” Kara asked.

Thus, there I was, trapped between not looking like a masturbating, incest pervert in front of a girl I liked or taking my sisters’ side. And, in this case, I didn’t truly have a choice now did I?

“Yup,” I replied, “I guess I am.”

Kara pursed her lips while tilting her head. “OK,” she said, “Well, I suppose I should give it a try.”

And then, like it was no big deal, she skipped into my bedroom, grabbed another pillow, and dropped down next to Lindsay on my hardwood floor. My little sister gave Kara a grin and patted her arm, like a friendly welcome.

Based on their descriptions, you might think that Kara and Lindsay looked alike. After all, both were short, petite brunettes with small breasts and perky butts. The most obvious difference was the hair, Lindsay’s was long and straight whereas Kara’s was wavier and cut to her shoulders. Further, Lindsay, thanks to her endless exercise obsession, was limber, while Kara was merely petite. And while Lindsay had more of a girl’s face, Kara’s appearance was softer and womanly. They were both super attractive, for sure, but the differences between the two were stark as they both lay down on the floor.

Lucy glanced at me, then looked at the two women in my bedroom. Even my sister, who usually seemed so in control of these things, was flummoxed by how all this had come together.

“I guess I’ll get a pillow from my room,” Lucy said.

“Sometimes he strokes it for us, instead,” Lindsay told Kara, weirdly matter-of-fact. “It’s really hot.”

“I’ll bet,” Kara said. She had a very different, yet still completely unreadable, expression on her face.

“I love it when he shoots,” Lindsay said, “That’s the best part.”

“We should probably stick to pressing for now,” Lucy said, returning with a pillow under one arm. This was not getting any more normal. The only explanation was that I’d cracked my skull at some point during dinner and this fever dream represented the death throes of my logical mind.

Lucy joined the other girls on the floor. She gave me a head nod. Well, seeing as I was already underwater, I supposed I might as well drown. Not needing a pillow for my own process, I simply lay down on the floor, facing my two sisters and my crush. The three of them looked so hot, splayed out in front of me.