Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

I remained in denial, though, because I was sure we were all going to lay there. I mean, this was well and good, but we weren’t going to all masturbate on the floor. That was crazy.

But, of course, that’s exactly what we did.

Lindsay started first, pressing her little butt down and gradually grinding herself back and forth on the pillow. Lucy followed, arching her back and pressing herself downward. Kara looked to her left and right, like taking notes. Then the pretty brunette girl, a woman I’d lusted after for years, did something sort of in-between what the two siblings were doing.

“Oh…” Kara said, “That’s interesting.”

“I know right?” Lindsay said, “Like you can kind of see how it would work but once you do it, the whole thing seems way more obvious.”

“And pleasurable,” Lucy said.

“Yep,” Kara said, “Definitely.” Her dark brown eyes glassed over, and I could see she was already gone.

Watching this should have had me hard, but the nerves of everything kept me soft. Ironically, that was the perfect place for me to be in order to get my press on. I squeezed my glutes, letting the pressure build. Kept my muscles tight for as long as I could, then relaxed. Once I recovered, I started again.

On the one hand, I knew it was a bad idea to look at the girls in the room with me. On the other, I couldn’t imagine doing this without watching Kara and my sisters get off. It was too good an opportunity to turn down.

“Ah. Sssssso good,” Kara said. Her voice choked and strained. Fuck, that girl was gorgeous. I’d fantasized about her for almost as long as she’d been friends with Lucy. Seeing her there, edging to her orgasm, was nothing short of incredible.

“Yuh-yeah,” Lindsay agreed. My cute little sister looked so adorable getting herself off. That illicit mix of innocent and alluring only made it all the more amazing.

“Getting… close,” Lucy said. I’d seen this with my sexy older sister so often, yet it never failed to be fantastic.

There was no chance I would last long. Fortunately, my companions still managed to beat me to the punch. They fell in order, like dominoes. Lucy was the first to go, eyes rolling back in her head with a long, low groan. Lindsay toppled next, letting out her usual little high-pitched squeak. Finally, Kara shuddered, froze and released a stuttering, choking gasp.

“Ah-ah-AH!” She fell forward, burying her head in her arms.

I’d just seen my crush girl orgasm for the first time. It didn’t matter that I was in a room, masturbating, with my sisters. I didn’t care that Kara’s cum had been self-supplied. It was glorious. I couldn’t have gotten a greater wish from a genie.

I spurted before I even realized I was there. It hit me so fast, so hard, I moaned out loud. The heat of my seed spurting into my underwear. When I looked up, my vision out of focus, I saw Kara staring right at me. Our eyes locked. Finally, the pleasure overcame me, and I let my head drop.

We all lay there like the dead for a moment. It felt like someone should say something. It seemed like silence was the best policy.

Kara got up first, breaking the spell. “Well, that was, um, interesting,” she said. She brushed her hands on her jeans.

“I’ll see you out,” Lucy said, weakly. She stood up on trembling legs.

“No need,” Kara said. She quickly headed out of the room and down the steps.

My sisters and I shared a knowing look. Incredibly, we’d all managed to fuck things up even worse than they already were.

*

I spent the night running disaster scenarios through my head. In the best case, Kara simply kept quiet and never spoke to any of us again. In the worst… there were too many ‘worsts’ for me to track.

When I got up the next morning, I found Lucy sitting at the table. My blonde sister looked like she’d had about as much sleep as me.

“This is bad, right?” I asked.

“Really bad,” Lucy said.

“Fucking Lindsay.”

“We could have stopped her,” Lucy said, “This is on all of us.”

“Kara’s your friend,” I said, “Maybe you should talk to her?”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure she and I will be talking plenty soon enough,” Lucy said. The tone of her voice made it clear that it was not going to be a jolly conversation.

Lindsay came down a few moments later. She had on a tank top and yoga pants. Her eyes were sunken, but she acted surprisingly upbeat as she made herself a morning cup of herbal tea.

“I’m sorry about last night, guys,” she said. “I really thought Kara would enjoy it.” You’d have thought she was talking about watching a horror movie or trying an exotic cuisine. Not rubbing off together in front of a friend.

“Lindsay this has to stop,” Lucy said, “It was fun, but we can’t do this. We’re already risking too much.”

“But…” I could tell Lindsay was about to do the whole chakra speech, but common sense finally came in and stopped her.

“I know. I’m the one that started it,” Lucy said, “But it was a mistake. This isn’t going to end well for any of us.”

Lindsay hung her head. She slowly nodded. I could tell she was disappointed — hell, so was I — but there was no arguing this. We’d done something dumb, and the only recourse was, once again, to stop putting ourselves in the position.

Lucy’s phone beeped and she looked down at it.

“It’s Kara,” she said, sullenly. “She wants to come over and talk.”

The Friday after Thanksgiving is usually an off day, but Dad and Jan were both able to get extra pay by going into the office. Mom decided to brave the crowds at the mall to see if she could take advantage of the sales. That left myself, Lucy, and Lindsay alone in the house, once again. At least that meant Kara couldn’t get us into too much trouble. Or maybe I was delusional again.

I tried to think about what I would do in her situation. Freak out? For sure. Call the cops? Jeez, I hoped not. I assumed that Kara would want to back away quietly. So why was she coming back to the house? I could only think of two possibilities. She was going to scream bloody murder at us for dragging her into it. Or she was going to threaten to tell someone — parents, police, local press — and blackmail us. Both possibilities felt equally possible and completely disastrous.

“Maybe it’ll be OK,” Lucy said, the two of us sitting nervously on the couch. She had on a pink, fuzzy sweater and dark blue jeans. We shared a dubious look. “I mean, she got off, too. Right?”

There was a loud knock on the door. Lucy stood up to answer it like walking to the lethal injection. A slow, reluctant stride. Lindsay gave me a nervous look. I shrugged back at her.

“Hey!” Lucy said as she opened the door. Her happiness so forced it hurt me.

“Hi,” Kara said. I noticed she wouldn’t meet my sister’s eyes. Instead, she tucked her hair behind her ear and walked into the house.

All of us stared at Kara as she made her way to the couch and sat down. Like looking at a tiger who’d randomly rambled into our living room. Lucy and Lindsay joined us, and now all four of us sat there. The silence was deafening.

“Do you want anything to drink?” Lucy asked.

“No, I’m still feeling last night,” Kara said.

OK, last night came up and she didn’t say anything about it. Maybe this was a good sign. Perhaps she was going to pretend that nothing happened. Oh, who was I kidding? This was a nightmare, and it was only getting darker from here.

“So,” Kara said, letting the word hang in the air like an axe above our necks. “Do you want to maybe do the thing? You know from last night?”

And somehow the room got silent-er. I didn’t think that was possible. Like muting a show that was already quiet. If we could have heard a pin drop before, now it felt like we could hear the molecules of the pin vibrating.

Did Kara just…? I couldn’t even think the words.

“Seriously?” Lindsay asked. She couldn’t hide the thrum of excitement from her voice. “That would be awesome.”

Kara nodded. Her face slightly flushed. I realized that she wasn’t anxious with anger or upset with disgust. The pretty brunette was straight up horny. I think all of us were too relieved to question why.

“I’ll get us girls some pillows,” Lucy said.

“OK to do it here?” Lindsay asked.

“Sure thing,” Kara said. Then she looked right at me. “But I want to see Dylan shoot this time.”

*

Our first go went so quickly, it was over before I could take stock of it. The women all writhed on the floor, then stared up at me, rapturous, as I inseminated the Kleenex. It was fast and fun, but I was barely recovered from the scare of that morning so I couldn’t fully enjoy it.

“Your brother’s got a nice one,” Kara said, as if I wasn’t in the room to hear.

“I know, right?” Lindsay said, “I love watching him cum.”

“Feels even better when he spurts it on you,” Lucy said.

“Well, fuck, I have to try that,” Kara said.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

We took a break for lunch (we’re not depraved), then headed up to my bedroom. This time, I managed to convince the girls that they needed to be topless if they wanted to see my spend and they happily obliged.

Kara’s tits were larger than Lindsay’s and quite nice, with light brown, puffy nipples. They had a slight upward curve to them as well. Should I admit that, despite the wonder of seeing my crush’s bare chest, I preferred my sister’s titties? Welp, I guess it’s too late now.

So now there were three hot, topless girls getting themselves off on my floor while I stroked myself next to them.

“Do you think about him, your brother, while you do this?” Kara asked Lucy, both of them red-faced and sweating.

“… Sometimes,” Lucy said.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Kara said.

“What about you?” Lucy asked Kara. “Do you think about it?”

“You mean Dylan?” Kara asked, “Or my own brothers?”

“Both.”

“… Sometimes.”

Kara’s admission seemed to set Lindsay off because she came a moment later. Her usual high-pitched squeal was more of a scream. Lucy and Kara both shuddered after her. Then all three women looked up at me, expectantly.

They didn’t have long to wait. A moment later, the pleasure raced up my dick and splattered the three of them. I got them on their backs again, mostly. But I was pleased to see a few drops dripping down Kara’s chest.