Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

“That’s not how it went,” Jenna said, “I was passed out and Amy shook me awake. Gave me this whole diatribe about how Brianna had done it and now I had to, too or we’d be all messed up.”

I gave my sister a funny look.

“Yes, I know. It made sense at the time. Amy has a way of doing that. Anyway, I can’t say I argued too hard. I was still pretty worked up from watching you and Bree before and I figured it would be more fun to go do it with you than bicker with Amy about it. So I did. And I was right — it was amazing.”

“But we want to make sure you get it,” Brianna said.

I nodded yes.

“You don’t have a clue, do you?” Jenna said, “You’re just nodding yes and looking at our boobs.”

“They’re nice boobs,” I said.

“Chase this is the whole problem,” Jenna said, “I loved what we did. We loved it. But we can’t keep doing it. Even if we were protected.”

“And we’re not,” Brianna said.

“But we’re siblings,” Jenna said

I couldn’t help it. My face fell. Look, I’m not an idiot. I know that I wasn’t going to, like, date my sisters or whatever. But at the same time, being cut off like that? It hurt.

“Look, we’re not saying we won’t do anything,” Brianna said. Jenna gave her twin a glare, but Brianna kept talking. “Come on Jen, we both know we want it.”

“Fine,” Jenna said, “But we need to agree to ground rules. We can do stuff together, but maybe no touching.”

“Some touching,” Brianna said. I almost laughed, watching them negotiate themselves into a better position for me. I didn’t even have to talk — they did it for me. “Just, like, not part to part. You know?”

“No D in our P,” Jenna said, “Or A, for that matter. Really let’s just say no penetration and leave it at that.”

“But we can do other stuff till winter break ends,” Brianna said.

“Then you go back to school and get a girlfriend. We graduate high school. Everybody moves on, OK?” Jenna said.

“You understand, right Chase?” Brianna said.

Both the twins seemed legitimately concerned that I would be upset. So, I made sure to smile broadly as I agreed to the twins’ terms. This was fine. Really it was. It gave me two more days to do fun stuff with my younger sisters. And Amy hadn’t agreed to any of it. So, I was good. We were good. Totally good.

My twin sisters leaned in and kissed my cheeks at the same time. “You really are an awesome brother,” Brianna said.

“I guess,” I said.

“Here, let’s show him how much we appreciate it,” Brianna said and nudged Jenna. Both girls started to lift their shirts up over their heads.

The front door screeched as it opened.

“Holy fuck it’s fucking horrible out there,” Amy said. My older sister slammed the door behind her and marched in, snow seeping into the carpet with each step. She had a big brown bag in each hand. My younger sisters quickly scattered to the far sides of the couch.

“Did you get the pills?” the twins asked.

“Yes, I’m home safe, thanks so much,” Amy said, glaring.

“How was it out there?” I asked.

“A nightmare,” Amy said, “Trees down. Power out. Wires everywhere. It took me an hour to drive five frickin’ miles.”

“Which bag’s from the pharmacy?” Jenna asked. She went over to Amy and started rooting through the shopping. Amy still had her knee-length black boots and heavy white coat on. She was standing in the doorway, dripping.

“The pills won’t be ready for three days,” Amy said, pushing Jenna back. “They were out of stock or something. But no worries, it’s on order. As long as you take one within a week, you’re fine.”

I didn’t think that was right, but I wasn’t going to contradict my older sister. Jenna and Brianna stood frozen in the foyer. I could see their nervousness from way back on the couch.

“Seriously, calm down, it’s no big deal,” Amy said, “Besides, I brought back something way better.” She reached into the bag and pulled out a bottle of clear liquid. “Alcohol!”

*

Jenna and Brianna outdid themselves on the lasagna. Considering what they accomplished using only what was lying around the house, I wondered what they could make if we actually went food shopping. Or what they’d win if we got them a shot on “Chopped.”

The girls set up the table in the dining room like we were gathered for a formal event. They turned out the lights and lit candles. Got out the good dishes and the heavy silverware. At Amy’s urging, we even drank wine with dinner, like proper adults. We got the glasses out and everything.

“We don’t really drink much,” Brianna said.

“Or ever,” Jenna said.

“This is only Cabernet,” Amy said, “It’s not a big deal. Besides, if you’re leaving for college you should know how to handle alcohol.”

Well, I couldn’t argue with that logic. Pounding beers was probably better practice than sipping wine, but still.

I figured we’d have a little just to get the taste of it. Instead, Amy gave us each a full glass, practically to the brim. Before I finished my first, Amy topped me off with more. Still, it was a heavy meal, and I figured there was plenty to soak up the drinks.

After we ate, we each had another glass of wine to finish the bottle. Then Amy told me and the twins to clean up. I looked over as we washed the dishes and saw that both my younger sisters’ faces were flushed with drink. They grinned at me goofily.

When we came back to the dining room, we found that Amy had set out a couple of snifters with ice. She had very few words for us, but way more to drink.

“Whiskey,” she said, and held up her glass. We all clinked and drank

“Augh it tastes like lighter fluid,” Brianna said, her face twisting in disgust.

“I could use this to clean wounds,” Jenna said, mirroring her twin.

Amy glared at her younger sisters. She’d intended this to be a treat, clearly, and their reactions left a bad taste in her own mouth. “Stop acting like children and drink,” Amy said, sipping from her glass.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Jenna and Brianna looked down at the floor, ashamed. Each took another taste. They made the same ugly looks, but they didn’t say anything.

I was on the twins’ side with this one — I’d never had whiskey before, and it felt like the liquor was stripping the flesh from my throat. But I wanted my older sister to see me as a mature, adult, like her. So, I kept drinking, doing my best to hold back my distaste.

We must have looked strange, all of us sat at the dining room table, slowly sipping our whiskeys like hostages held at gunpoint. No one said anything. In fact, I noticed, no one had really spoken since Amy got home.

I assumed my older sister was tired from her long day of braving the elements. The twins, too, seemed oddly distant. I didn’t know whether their worry about the pills was keeping them off kilter, or if they just didn’t trust themselves to speak after all that alcohol. For myself, the silence seemed to squash my voice down, perpetuating the cycle. The less anyone spoke, the harder it was to make conversation. To lift that weight.

What was there to say, anyway? Beyond our mutual plumbing of each other’s bodies, we didn’t really have anything in common with each other. That was the problem in the first place. Amy was a grown woman with a serious boyfriend — a true urban professional. The twins were both finishing off high school, planning for college. And me? I was somewhere in between, not really able to converse with either. Also, as the only boy, it left me as an instant outsider.

So, our conversation topics were down to: ‘Any recent interesting cases, Amy?’ ‘Have you bought a microfridge yet?’ or ‘Hey, sis, I really enjoyed stuffing your pussy last night.’ Aka, boring as hell, mundane as anything, or inappropriate as all fuck. Instead, we chose Option D: uncomfortable silence. I still think it was the right choice.

When we finally got our glasses down to nothing but ice cubes, Amy clapped her hands and finally broke the quiet.

“Good,” she said, “Now the real fun can begin.” The twins and I looked at each other, warily.

Amy led us into the family room and sat us on the big leather sectional. There was plenty of room on the couch for all of us, but Amy grabbed a dining room chair for herself and set it up to face me and the twins.

Amy handed each of us a shot glass, keeping one move for herself, then pulled another bottle out of her bag. She was like the Mary Poppins of alcohol, my older sister. I half expected her to pull out a tray of fully mixed Mai Tais at some point.

“Tequila,” Amy announced. She poured each of us a full glass and set the bottle out on the coffee table in front of us. The twins and I looked at each other very warily. “Oh stop it. Look, we’re trapped in the house till morning at least. We never have the chance to be together, just the four of us. Why waste it watching Netflix or whatever? We should get to know each other.”

Jenna, Brianna, and I all nodded enthusiastically. Like I said, Amy was way older than us in a way that, as kids, made her seem almost magical. That kind of hero worship doesn’t go away when you grow up. All we ever wanted was for our amazing big sister to take an interest in us. Her offering us that chance, I don’t think Amy realized what it meant. Or, in thinking about it after, maybe she knew exactly what she was offering. In any case, she couldn’t have gotten more eager agreement had she waved three gold nuggets in front of our eyes.

“Awesome,” Amy said, “But the thing is, we can’t just, like, sit here and talk. That’s boring. Plus no one actually says anything and we end up just blabbing about the weather or something dumb. Alcohol helps, sure, but what we really need to do is play a drinking game. Trust me — it’s the best way to get to truly know someone.”

Again, all three of us nodded like this made total sense. Smart girl, our sister.

“We need something that involves alcohol and sharing secrets,” Amy said, “So, we’re going to play ‘Never Have I Ever.’ Do you know it?”

I’d heard of the game, but never played. The twins looked at me and Amy and shrugged.

“Oh, you’re going to love it,” Amy said, “This is real college stuff. Here’s how it works. Each of us takes a turn saying something they’ve never done before. If the other person has done that thing, they have to take a shot. So, like, for example, Brianna, you could say, ‘Never have I ever played Never Have I Ever’ and then I’d have to take a drink.” Amy grabbed her shot glass and downed it in one go. “Like that. Makes sense?”