Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Introduction: Siblings stripping escalates to something spectacular. Read & Enjoy…

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My whole family was home for the holiday break. It was the first time we were all together in nearly five years. The first few days had been fine, maybe a bit awkward, but copious gifts and heavy meals have a way of smoothing things over…

The third day, however, my parents announced they had a thing that night – my Dad’s company’s Christmas party – and they insisted my older sister, Amy, had to stay home to keep an eye on us. Amy was not happy about it.

“It’ll just be for a few hours, honey,” my Mom said, already standing by the front door and pulling on her coat.

“It’s not fair, I’m a grown woman with my own life,” Amy said, “Besides, I think ‘the kids’ are old enough to be on their own at this point.”

Amy was twenty-six, a good seven years older than me and eight years older than the twins. She had always been distant with us. The age difference, especially when we were younger, was a big deal. When you’re nine and your sister is 15, she might as well be another adult. Amy was out of the house before I was in high school.

“It’s one evening, pumpkin,” my Dad said, tying on his scarf, “I really don’t see what the big deal is.”

“Luke and I have a date tonight,” Amy said.

“You and Luke have been together for three years,” Mom said, “I’m sure you can do it another time.”

They kept arguing. Amy stomped around the living room and screamed at my parents. In the end, they left her no choice. She was stuck with me and my younger sisters for the evening.

“Be good for your sister!” my father called out and pulled the door behind him.

As soon as the door squeaked shut, I jumped off the couch and grabbed my own coat. With all the tension left lingering in the house, I figured it’d be safer for me to be somewhere else. Besides, I’d be doing Amy a favor, giving her one less ‘kid’ to keep an eye on.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going, Chase?” Amy snapped as soon as she saw me reach for the front door.

“I’m just going over to Shawn’s house across the street,” I said, hands in the air like she was about to shoot me, “He got a Switch for Christmas and we’re going to play Smash Bros.”

Amy rested her hands on her hips. She was wearing a light blue tank top and a pair of sweatpants, already attired for a Friday evening in. My older sister was tall – she even had an inch on me – with deep green eyes and wavy, blonde hair that hung down to right below her breasts. I knew I wasn’t supposed to think of my sister as a sexual creature, but I was still a 19-year-old boy and Amy was smoking hot.

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“You’re not going anywhere,” Amy said, “Mom and Dad said we’re all stuck here.”

“They said you’re stuck here,” I said, “They didn’t say anything about me. Besides, it’s only across the street. It’s not like I’m going to the Sudan.”

Amy sighed dramatically. “I can’t leave so you can’t leave. Besides, I need your help to keep an eye on Jenna and Brianna.”

“Please. What kind of trouble can two twin, 18-year-old girls get into?”

Amy cocked her eyebrow at me as if to ask, ‘really?’

At that moment, as if their ears had been burning, Jenna and Brianna rumbled down the stairs and into the living room.

“What’s for dinner?” they chorused. The twins were not identical, just born at the same time. Jenna was tiny, thin, with poker straight brown hair and a natural flush to her cheeks. Brianna was blonde like her older sister, but short like her twin. She had more of a heart shaped face with thick lips that seemed to always be curled into a friendly smile.

The twins had very different personalities, as well. Like I said, Brianna always seemed to be grinning about something. She was boisterous and outgoing. Jenna was more serious. Studious. Yet the two of them, by virtue of having been born together, were eternally paired. My Mom liked to say that the twins always ended up in the same place, even if they took totally different routes to get there.

“We’re getting pizza,” Amy announced and marched away from the door. I hung my coat back up on the hook and followed her, sullenly. I was as trapped as she was.

“Awwww,” Brianna whined and flopped down on the dark leather sectional, “I don’t want pizza.”

“Can’t we do something healthy?” Jenna asked, “Like steamed salmon?”

“What?” Amy spun on the girls. Her green eyes flashed murder. “It’s bad enough that I’ve got to give up my life for you little shits, but now you expect me to be your gourmet chef as well? Well fuck that and fuck you!”

Amy stormed up the stairs.

“Ames!” Jenna called after our older sister.

“Wait!” Brianna shouted.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“I’m going to take a bath and try to pretend like I’m not stuck here for another *sigh* eight hours.”

“What about dinner?” Brianna asked.

“You little fuckers can eat whatever you want,” Amy said, “I don’t give a shit anymore.” Our older sister stomped off down the hallway. The slam of her bedroom door reverberated throughout the house. Jenna, Brianna and I were left behind in the living room, looking at each other, nervously.

“She had a date with her boyfriend tonight,” I said, “I guess she was really looking forward to it.”

“I overheard her talking to Mom and she said they’ve been having problems. Maybe tonight she was going to try and fix things,” Brianna said.

“I don’t care what her deal is,” Jenna said, “She doesn’t get to treat us this way.”

“Yeah, we’re not the ones who made her stay home,” Brianna said.

“Well, she can go throw a tantrum,” I said, “But we still need to eat something.”

“I bet we can rustle up something awesome here in the house,” Brianna said.

When Amy was growing up, my parents lived in a tiny townhouse. I barely remember the old place, but Amy spent almost her entire childhood there. By the time me and the twins were going to school, my Dad’s career had skyrocketed, and we now had a McMansion in a new development outside of town. The house was enormous with vaulted ceilings and hardwood floors. We all had our own bedrooms, even the twins, and there were three palatial bathrooms including a master with a big hot tub.

I think Amy resented all that, too. She felt like her childhood had made her hard working and successful, while we’d grown up spoiled and soft. It added to the separation between us and Amy. Like we were from completely different families.

The twins and I walked into the kitchen to forage. It was an open concept with a Vulcan stove like you see on fancy cooking shows and a monolithic fridge. The girls started picking through the supplies and leaving things on the counter. They were doing that twin thing where they barely used words yet had whole conversations.

“What about?”

“Oh yes! And the radishes.”

“Definitely.”

I stood to the side and let them work. It was fun watching them. Not in a dirty way! OK, maybe a bit in a dirty way. My younger sisters were both really cute and the way they worked together, it was kind of hot. In a completely chaste, totally appropriate sibling way.

It was something I didn’t get to see that often anymore. Now that I was going to State, the twins were the only ones living at home full time. They were both headed to UCLA the following fall. That meant this might really be the last time all four siblings would be together. At least until we started doing life stuff like getting married and having babies. And that was probably decades away.

“Hey Chase,” Brianna asked, her head buried in the fridge, “Speaking of relationships, how’s it going with Sarah or Lara or whatever?”

“Tara,” I corrected her. My blonde little sister had her sexy butt sticking straight out and I couldn’t help but appreciate the position. “We broke up.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Jenna said, distractedly. She was staring at the food on the counter like evaluating an ongoing science experiment.

“What happened?” Brianna asked. She stood up from the fridge, a jar of mustard in her hand.

“She’s a whore,” I said.

Jenna nearly fell over.

“She spent the whole fall telling me how she was very religious and saving herself for marriage,” I said, “Then I found her fucking some frat dude at a party.”

“Holy fuck,” Brianna said.

“That’s what I said when I found her,” I said.

“Bro, that sucks,” Jenna said, “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not,” I said, “I’m glad I found out before I fell in love with her.”

“That’s a good attitude,” Jenna said.

“You’ll never find us acting that way,” Brianna said, “We’d never cheat on our boyfriends.”

“We’d have to have boyfriends first,” Jenna said, “Or, you know, do anything with them beyond kissing.”

I understood where the girls were coming from. I’d dated other women before Tara, but I didn’t have very much experience. I was too passive, that was the problem. Girls seemed to want a man to drive the action and I never exactly knew the right pedals to press or when. Instead, with my girlfriends, we would idle until she found someone else who knew how to hit the accelerator.