Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

“Never have I ever had sex in a public place,” Jenna said without pausing. Amy and I both groaned and unsnapped our pants. Amy had a pair of red thong panties on that matched her bra. Holy fuck. Somehow that woman, with a body that could blind a man, found a way to look almost as good in underwear as she did naked. What can I say? I’m a sucker for a girl in red.

The sight almost made up for the fact that I was down to my boxers. Pendulous penis pushing upward quite prominently.

“Someone is enjoying himself,” Brianna said, looking pointedly over to my erection as it pointed straight out in my underwear.

“And we wouldn’t find any wet spots on your panties, right Bree?” Amy asked. That shut the younger blonde up. But Amy decided that wasn’t enough and kept going right after curvy Brianna. “Never have I ever considered breast reduction surgery.”

Brianna turned almost as red as Amy’s underwear. Without a word, she reached down and undid her jeans. Jenna looked over at her twin in surprise.

“I have back pain,” Brianna said, “How’d you find out about that, anyway, Amy?”

“Mom asked me a few months ago if I knew anyone in the city,” Amy said, “Didn’t take Stephen Hawking to put two and two together on that one.” She took a big gulp of her tequila, smiling at us hungrily.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Brianna’s eggplant-purple panties didn’t cover much. Her pubes poked out either side of the material. But that was Brianna’s secret weapon, no one could ever get past her ginormous tits long enough to look at any other part of her, even when her massive missiles were still stored behind a bra.

I tried to tear my eyes away and take my turn. The game had gone far more quickly than I think any of us imagined. I was sitting on the couch next to my nearly-naked younger sisters, with the older one sitting across from us in a similar state of undress. The more sober I was feeling, the more naked I was getting. I was down to my last shred of clothing — my blue boxer briefs.

Fortunately, the girls were in a similar spot. No one was slurring or slumping nearly as much. Meanwhile, Jenna was completely topless, but she had on both her pants and panties. Amy and Brianna were both down to their underwear, top and bottom.

So, we were all close in clothing level, but not nearly enough for my liking. Jenna’s boobs were lovely, but I wanted to see the whole package on all three sisters. Also, I’d once again convinced myself that I had to get my sisters naked before going all the way, myself. In retrospect it seems silly, like that was really going to matter now. But at the time, I told myself if I was down to nothing and the girls were dressed that… I don’t know, bad things would come of it? I said I was horny, not rational.

Regardless, I felt like I needed a good question to even it all up. And I had the perfect inquiry in mind. “Never have I ever had sex with my brother.”

“You don’t even have a brother,” Jenna said.

“Still counts,” I said. My younger, brown haired sister hissed, but she shucked off her jeans, revealing a perfectly respectable pair of white panties. Not that propriety did anything to take away from the fuckable girl sitting next to me. God, Jenna was so hot — her tiny, pink body practically pleading to be plowed by my penis.

But just as I was falling into the rapture of one sibling, I got ensnared by another as Brianna finally relieved her bra of its burden, letting her giant jugs spill out. God, had they gotten bigger overnight? Brianna’s boobs looked even larger than I remembered. Her dark nipples were as erect as her sister’s cute little pink ones.

But just as I was recovering from the second sibling’s display, I got roped by the third. Amy, the sex goddess who happened to be my older sister, began to undo her own bra.

Both twins stared, jaws hitting the carpet so hard that they bounced. I guess they really didn’t hear Amy and I, after all.

“When did?”

“How?”

“What? So, it’s only OK if you two do it?” Amy said

Brianna and Jenna looked away, a bit ashamed. But I could tell they were both still trying to piece it all together.

“It’s not a big deal,” Amy said, “Obviously. Seems like I’m in good company, actually.”

Amy finished taking off her bra and smiled at me, warmly. God, her breasts really were perfect. All I could think about was kneading them in my hands. Suckling her nipples. I had to slow myself down. I knew I could have so much more if I could be patient.

Everyone was only wearing bottoms now. Just like the day before, I thought to myself, and smiled. These games really were more fun when everyone won.

“So, what now?” Jenna asked.

“What do you mean?” Amy asked, “There’s still clothing to lose.”

“Sure, one more each, but then what?” Brianna asked.

“Ooo, I like how you girls think,” Amy said, as if our younger sisters had really been suggesting something, “Well, first, I’m starting to sober up so I think we should each do another shot to celebrate.”

Amy poured out more tequila and we drank. The bottle was getting low but, lo and behold, our older sister had another full one waiting in her magical bag of endless alcohol.

Amy sat back and began rubbing her hands again in full supervillain mode. “We can’t drink and we’re running out of clothes. So, what if we do dares?”

“So, if someone hasn’t done something, they have to go moon the neighbors?” Jenna asked.

“Right but way more fun than that,” Amy said. “In fact, what if we do this: Instead of saying what we haven’t done, we say something we did. And if the other person hasn’t done it, that’s their dare. So, it’s more like, I’ve done this — have you?”

I’d had way too much tequila to track what my sister was saying. That last shot had put me right back over the edge again. But like a deaf man at a political rally, I knew to nod my head in agreement with whatever Amy said. She had my best interests in mind, after all.

“I’m so confused,” Brianna said.

“Let’s do one now,” Amy said, “That’ll make it clearer.”

We agreed, like this made a lick of sense.

“OK, so like… Ooo! Here’s a good one,” Amy said, “I’ve given a boy a French kiss.”

Amy looked over at the twins pointedly, but Brianna and Jenna didn’t move.

“So now you two go kiss Chase,” Amy said, “See? It’s easy.”

The twins were still sitting on either side of me, so they both slid off and turned to face me. I noticed both of them were back to leaning on the furniture to stay upright.

“Maybe do it one at a time,” Amy said, like she was the sibling sex guru. Which, I mean, kind of?

Through some unspoken agreement, Brianna stepped forward to go first. She sat down next to me and leaned forward. I could smell the heavy waft of alcohol on her breath. Her lips tentatively touched mine.

“Remember, there needs to be tongue or it doesn’t count.” I heard my older sister’s voice somewhere distant. Like she was shouting at us across the Grand Canyon. Making a long distance call from Neptune. I was completely locked in on my blonde, younger sister as she slowly opened her mouth and probed at me with her tongue. I did the same to her.

“Hmph,” Brianna made a little grunt as we slid closer to each other. I’d kissed girlfriends lots of times, but this felt different. Familiar and strange. Kissing my sister while our other siblings watched. I know it’s weird but the sex we’d had before felt so much less intimate than this.

I could smell my sister’s hair. Taste her. I opened my eyes and saw her watching me. My heart raced. Instinctively I reached up for my sister’s cheeks, accidentally brushing her boob. I mean, how could I miss such mountainous terrain?

Brianna giggled a little into my mouth and then fell back on the couch.

“That was fun,” she said, “A little weird, but fun.”

She slid aside and let Jenna take her place. Again, I pressed my lips to my sister’s. Jenna tasted slightly different. Her touch was more tentative. Testing. Her little tongue slid into my mouth. I felt a similar shock in my stomach of arousal and wrongness mixed all together in a strangely addictive cocktail. If this was what ‘kissing your sister’ really meant, then sports games would always end in a tie.

I brushed Jenna’s hair back and stroked her cheek (accidental boob touching was not an issue). She moaned into my mouth.

“Come up for air, you two,” Amy said, “You’re kissing not, you know, making out.”

Jenna and I separated. She gave me a shy little smile. Both twins sat back down on the couch but sat closer to me than before — almost touching. Clearly things were rolling forward, and none of us had the momentum to stop it now.

“Your turn for a dare, Chase,” Amy said. She didn’t even bother to keep the wicked smile off her face and lord knows, it was contagious. If that was only a kiss… This was going to be awesome. I just had to keep things going.

“Kissing was fun,” I said, “So let’s keep doing that. I’ve French kissed my sister.”

My siblings all looked at each other, a bit confused.

“So now we…” Jenna started. Amy shrugged, but she motioned for Jenna to move over to Brianna.

The blonde twin leaned into the brunette one and their lips touched. They jumped back a little, then leaned into it again. I heard one of them sigh. Their mouths opened simultaneously. They moved closer…

“Alright, that’s enough,” Amy said. The girls jumped back to the far sides of the couch like Amy had hit them with a cattle prod. “Brianna, your turn.”

I noticed that Amy had plowed through to the next question without doing her own part of the dare. That came along with our unspoken agreement, I guess. I couldn’t call Amy out because she might decide to turn on me, instead. The twins, also, said nothing. Though I don’t know if that’s because they forgot or were too quickly cowed by their older sister.

Brianna paused. “Can’t think of anything?” Amy asked, “That’s fine, you both being so inexperienced and all. Here, let me give you one. You’ve rubbed yourself in front of your siblings.”