Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

I lay back in my bed, staring blankly up at the ceiling. My naked, too-hot-to-be-true, older sister Amy snoozed innocently next to me. Her blonde hair splayed across the pillow in golden rivulets. Oh my God. Everything that had happened. It was almost too much for my 19-year-old brain to process.

My parents had gone to a work party the night before, leaving me home alone with my three sexy sisters: Amy and the twins, Jenna and Brianna. At age twenty-six, Amy was seven years older than me, eight years older than our younger sisters, and light years away from wanting to spend time with her less mature siblings. But our parents had ordered her to stay home and keep an eye on us.

We were already at each other’s throats when I accidentally caught Amy undressed. She got mad and tried to take her revenge. But somehow, I managed to turn the tables and maneuver it so all four of us were stripped naked. I thought I’d reached the peak of my accomplishments: seeing curvy, blonde Brianna’s massive boobs; skinny, brunette Jenna’s clean-shaven pussy; Amy’s incredible… well, everything.

But it turned out that was only the beginning. I ended up having sex with Brianna right there, accidentally cumming in her unprotected pussy. As if that wasn’t already enough, I also jizzed in Jenna later that night. Finally, the next morning, I managed to complete the trifecta and had Amy while the twins were downstairs, innocently watching TV.

After the sex, Amy admitted that she’d orchestrated the whole thing — though she wasn’t clear on what parts were planned and which had been happy accidents. I didn’t know how to feel about all that.

On the one hand, my older sister was the kind of beauty that made supermodels look lousy. My younger sisters were also quite cute and very fuckable. Anyone would feel lucky to be with any one of them. Yet, Amy claimed to want me to be with all of them. Even admitted to encouraging it. I mean, that’s awesome. Right?

Except it was also kind of scary. Much as I tried to work it out, I couldn’t figure out Amy’s motive. Was she conniving or caring? Or maybe just really extra horny? I couldn’t say.

Before I could decipher it any further, Amy began to stir. We dressed in not completely awkward silence and went to find the twins. Seeing my sister completely naked, having slept with her, did that stop me from staring at her perfect bubble butt as she went downstairs? No, it did not.

“Still looks pretty bad out there,” Amy said. I glanced out the window. It was late morning and the sun was shining bright. The freak blizzard from the night before had finally stopped, but the consequences were piled high. We lived in a new development on the far side of town, and the roads still hadn’t been plowed. That was a problem.

While my older sister was on the pill, neither of the twins was on protection and I’d cum, bareback, in both of them. That meant we needed a run to the pharmacy before things developed further. The longer we waited, the more the timebombs I’d left in my sisters’ wombs ticked off.

Amy’s thoughts, however, appeared to be elsewhere. “If it’s still this bad here, I can’t imagine what it’s like out by Mom and Dad,” she said, “They might not be home till dinner or even later.”

We found the twins in the living room, dead asleep on the couch. The TV hummed softly in the background. Blonde, curvy Brianna and skinny, brunette Jenna were still in their underwear, cuddling against each other. Brianna’s massive breasts pressed into her twins’ non-existent chest. I thought it was cute (and hot), but Amy made a ‘yuck’ face. So much for my romantic older sister.

We woke the girls up and Amy made lunch. Standard PB&J. Watching amazing, erotic Amy try to be matronly in skimpy clothes was kind of cute. Kind of hot, too. We gathered around the dining room table, staying mostly silent, and ate our lunch. I should have been quite content with everything that had happened, but now new worries sprouted up.

Amy and I had been pretty loud up in my bedroom. Worse, I’d said some things in the moment that, if my baby sisters had heard, probably would have hurt their feelings. I kept waiting for them to say something, but when I looked up, Brianna winked at me and Jenna smiled warmly.

After we ate, we saw that the plows had finally been through the neighborhood and the roads looked clear. Amy wanted to rest, but the twins insisted we should start digging out the driveway right away. I noticed both sisters were resting their hands over their tummies as they spoke, a not so subtle reminder. So, we all got dressed — real clothing this time, not just underwear — put on coats, hats, and gloves, and went to dig out Amy’s car.

Our older sister had a big Mercedes SUV, paid for with her own money thankyouverymuch, which she’d been smart enough to leave in the garage. Still, the snow was heavy, the driveway was long, and so even with the four of us it took a ton of effort.

By the end we were all cold, wet, and sweaty. A nasty combination. The warm house called to us like a roaring fire in a rainstorm. This time the twins straight up begged Amy to go get their pills.

“Sure thing,” Amy said, “Happy to go.” I could tell, though, that she was annoyed. It was the twins’ health that needed tending, not hers. But neither Jenna nor Brianna owned a car and Amy wasn’t going to put one of them behind the wheel of her baby.

She gave all three of us a dirty look and climbed into her SUV. Before she could pull out of the driveway, I knocked at her window. Amy rolled it down.

“You want us to come with you?” I asked, but Amy shook her head and waved us back into the house.

“No reason for everyone to suffer,” Amy said.

“You sure?”

“Yes. Go inside and get warm. Just be ‘ready’ for me when I get back.”

“You mean hot chocolate?” I asked.

Amy smacked me on the side of the head. “See you soon, doofus.”

“Drive safe, bitch,” I said.

Amy reversed out of the driveway with a roar. My younger sisters and I went back into the house. It felt really good to get out of my wet, winter clothes and shake off the snow.

The twins decided they would thank Amy for braving the weather by cooking another special dinner. Like the night before, they raided the fridge like archeologists hunting for ancient relics — though hopefully edible ones, at that. I was set on watching football, but as soon as I turned on the TV, I felt my eyes droop.

The sex, the shoveling, the stress — it all caught up with me. I let my head loll back against the couch. First, I was just watching. Then I was just listening.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Then I was gone.

*

When I woke up, both the twins were sitting on the couch with me. Brianna was shaking my arm.

“Chase? Chase wake up.”

“Huh wha? What’s wrong?” Despite being on the less-than-comfortable couch, I’d been down deep. While I slept, the TV had turned over to the news. The region had gotten over 10 inches, apparently. More than a cock’s length of snow, I thought with a wry smile.

Now both Brianna and Jenna were shaking me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

Both twins eyed me very seriously. Brianna had her blonde hair up in a pony tail and was wearing a navy peasant top and jeans. Her shirt seemed to strain around her giant tits. Jenna’s brown hair was also up, and she had on a similar pair of jeans, but she was wearing a purple turtleneck. Both twins looked solemn.

“Crap, you didn’t burn down the kitchen, did you?”

“No, the lasagna will be ready in about half an hour,” Jenna said.

“Where’s Amy?” I asked.

“She texted she’s on her way back,” Brianna said, “The roads are pretty bad.”

“Good,” I said, “Not about the roads part. The rest of it.” I don’t think I had a sense for how long Amy had been gone. If I had, I might have been prepared for what was to come. Instead, I stretched my arms and let sleep slide back over me. Drifting till dinner really appealed in the moment.

“Come on Chase, stop it,” Jenna said, “We need to talk.”

Uh oh.

I sat straight up like I’d been shocked. I didn’t have a lot of experience with women but ‘we need to talk’ is ingrained in a male’s mind as instinctively as ‘fire’ and ‘rock.’

“What’s wrong?” I asked. I looked at my baby sister’s bellies and remembered what I’d put in there. Dammit.

“Look, what happened before with Amy,” Brianna said.

“We don’t want you to think,” Jenna said.

“That is.”

“We know.”

“Wait, slow down,” I said, “I don’t speak ‘twin’ remember? Look I’m sorry about what happened, I really am. I mean, I guess you should take it as a compliment you’re both so amazing but it got out of control. I’m sorry and I promise it won’t happen again.”

“Weeeellllll,” Brianna said, biting her lip suggestively.

“Look, what happened yesterday was weird,” Jenna said, “And crazy.”

“And awesome,” Brianna said.

“That too,” Jenna said, “We just want to make sure we’re on the same page.”

“Like with the cumming,” Brianna said, “Amy’s getting the pills right now so that’ll be solved.”

“Right,” Jenna said, “Also with what happened. Being careful around the parents. And other people.”

“Well I was going to post about it on Facebook,” I said. My sisters glared at me. “It’s a joke, who the fuck does anything on Facebook anymore?”

“Look,” Jenna said, “Last time things… Well, neither of us felt exactly in control and we want to make sure you understand.”

“I thought you wanted to,” I said, suddenly feeling guilty.

“Oh, we did,” Brianna said, “I did.”

“Me too,” Jenna said, “Though maybe not at first?”

“What about last night?” I asked, “When Amy said you woke her up.”