Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

The twins were moving hurriedly, which only made them expose even more. Brianna was bent over at the waist, her pink slit poking out from under her. Even better, her massive boobs hung forward in all their incredible glory. Jenna was down on all fours digging through her bag and, while there wasn’t much hanging off her, she still looked ready for a fucking. In fact, both sisters were in positions that looked better for dicking than dressing.

Then they both stood and hurriedly pulled on their underwear. Jenna shimmied into a matching, dark green set, while Brianna pulled on a baby blue one.

“We’re ready,” the twins said together. I turned around and saw both sisters standing there in their underwear. Even having already seen so much more, they looked pretty great posing in the bright light of Amy’s apartment.

Both Jenna and Brianna had on similarly cut underwear, sheer rather than lacy like Amy’s. Jenna’s bra and panties kept her well-covered in a deep emerald that matched her eyes. Brianna’s outfit, on the other hand, already looked ready to pop right off her. The blue was like her eyes, as well, and had a similar effect. Both twins blushed slightly as they saw me staring. Jenna especially with her already-pink cheeks.

“This is way more comfortable,” Brianna said.

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“Not far off with how hot it is in here,” Amy said. The three sisters sat back down on the floor. I was about to join them, when Amy stopped me.

“You know girls, we’re all in our underwear, but Chase isn’t.”

“Boxers,” I said, pointing, “I don’t wear briefs. They’re dorky.”

“Amy’s right, Chase,” Brianna said, a bit of tease in her talk, “A t-shirt isn’t underwear.”

“We’re all so exposed for our brother,” Amy said, “He should take his shirt off, don’t you think? It’s only fair, after all.”

“Sure,” Jenna said.

“Definitely,” Brianna said.

I acted exasperated, but it didn’t bother me at all. I reached down and pulled my shirt over my head. Like I’ve said before, I wasn’t ripped or anything, but I was in pretty good shape from hockey. Still, all three of my sisters stared at me, agape, when I tossed my shirt to the side.

“What?”

Jenna pointed wordlessly at my crotch. Sure enough, I was sticking out like a waist-high coat rack.

“It was the same before I took my shirt off,” I said.

“It’s more noticeable now,” Brianna said. I shrugged. It didn’t make much sense to me, but I wasn’t going to complain about my sisters’ appreciation.

“Think of it as a compliment,” Amy said, “You girls are so hot, Chase can’t stop himself.”

“You all do look good in your underwear,” I said, smirking.

There was a loud buzzing noise. Amy jumped up, causing her body to do all kinds of awesome things, and walked over to the door.

“That’ll be our pizza,” she said. The twins both got to their feet, as well, and started to scramble to the bedroom.

“What is it with you two?” Amy asked.

“We don’t want the delivery guy to see us,” Brianna said.

“But it’s OK for him to ogle me?” Amy said.

“Put your pajamas back on,” Jenna said, “Or like, do you have a robe or something?”

“It’s too hot for a robe and too much of a pain in the ass to get dressed and undressed again,” Amy said. An idea seemed to cross her face. “In fact, Jenna, I dare you to open the door for him dressed exactly as you are.”

My brown-haired baby sister blushed again, even brighter than before. The pink color warmed right down to her chest.

“God, you’re such a prude,” Amy said, “How are you going to get through college if you can’t handle having a pizza guy see you in your underwear?”

There was a pause. I knew that staring at Jenna was only going to make her more self-conscious, but I couldn’t think of anywhere else to look. There was a loud knock at the door, but we all ignored it.

“Fine,” Jenna said, “I’ll do it.”

Amy handed her younger sister a twenty, then all of us crowded back behind the kitchen. We could see Jenna by the door, but anyone by the opening couldn’t see us.

The guy knocked again. Jenna took a deep breath and visibly steeled herself. She opened the door. The kid on the other side nearly dropped the pizza as soon as he saw her. There was my sister in all her 18-year-old, nearly-naked glory. Her little tits and shaved pussy barely covered by her verdant underwear.

The delivery guy looked to be about my age, maybe a bit older, with a straggly beard and beady eyes that goggled every time my baby sister breathed. Jenna reached to hand the poor fellow his money and he nearly dropped the pizza again.

Finally, they managed to make the exchange. Jenna thanked him. The delivery guy stumbled and stuttered back. Then Jenna closed the door. As soon as it clicked, she cheered.

“That was awesome!” she cried. We all ran into the room. Jenna and Brianna were both shouting.

“You looked so hot!” Brianna said.

“He could barely speak,” Jenna said.

Both girls dissolved into laughter, practically falling onto the floor. Amy gingerly took the pizza out of Jenna’s hands and put it on the dinner table. The twins were still giggling, near hysterical. It went from funny to weird.

“Are you two OK?” I asked.

“I’m great,” Jenna said, “That was so much fun.”

“I’m so jealous,” Brianna said, “I wish we could do it again.”

“I’m not ordering food just so you can flash strangers,” Amy said.

“No, I mean, like, we should do more dirty dares,” Brianna said. Amy and I shared a knowing look. It was on like Donkey Kong hitting a gong, wearing a thong, and singing a song.

“I don’t know,” Amy said.

“Please Amy? I promise it’ll be awesome,” Brianna said.

“Well, only if it’s awesome,” Amy said. She took a big bite of her pizza. “But first, food.” We all sat around the table and ate. The twins, in particular, seemed ravenous, downing slices like they hadn’t eaten in days. Once everything was clear, we reconvened in the living room, all still in our underwear and sat down on the floor. I had Amy on my right side and Jenna on my left. Brianna was facing me.

“OK, time for dares,” Brianna said. She rubbed her palms like she was planning to capture James Bond.

“They have to be dirty dares,” Amy said, waggling her finger, “That’s what I was promised.”

“Fine,” Brianna said, “Hmmmm, Jenna has some tomato sauce on her cheek. I dare Chase to lick it off.”

I looked at my older sister. “That’s pretty dirty,” I said.

“It’ll do,” Amy said, “For a start.”

I turned over to Jenna. She did have a little red spot on her cheek. But rather than stick my tongue out and lick like I think she was expecting, I pulled my little sister close to me and gave her something much closer to an intimate kiss. I felt her body pressed against mine. Made sure my hardness bumped her thigh. Held my arm against her little breasts. Then kissed her closer to her lips than her cheek. I made sure to get the sauce with my tongue, then sat back.

If Jenna had been flushed before, now she was practically feverish. She leaned back, a bit shell-shocked.

“Jenna, it’s your go,” Brianna said.

“Uh huh,” Jenna said.

“Fine, my turn,” Amy said. “Brianna you’ve also got sauce. On the top of your boob. Chase?”

“No, I don’t…” Brianna started but I leapt across the room before she could continue. Of course, I couldn’t reach her breast with just my head, so I hefted it up with my right hand, practically lifting it out of the cup so I could put my mouth to her full tit flesh.

Using a similar technique as I had with Jenna, I tongued at my little sister’s tit. Brianna sighed, then groaned.

“So tingly,” she said. “Like, everything feels so sharp, yet fuzzy at the same time.

“I know, right?” Jenna agreed. Now both sisters were good and spacey. I sat back down in my seat. If my boner had been straight to the moon before, it was reaching for Alpha Centauri now. I didn’t think I could get any harder and if my balls hurt any worse, I was going to need ice.

“We need to stop making Chase do everything,” Jenna said. No, we most certainly didn’t, but I knew better than to drive things. Not when my sisters already had their feet firmly affixed to the accelerator.

“Fine,” Amy said, “Since you twins say you’re so tingly, I dare you to kiss each other.” My younger sisters rolled their eyes, as if they expected this. But they leaned over and shared a chaste little kiss on the lips. Brianna put her hand behind Jenna’s head. They kissed again, tighter. I saw Jenna’s pink little tongue slip out and…

“Whoa, slow down there,” Amy said. She stood up and pushed the twins apart. “Jeez, you two really can’t keep your hands off each other.”

The twins both blushed again, then sat down.

“She’s a good kisser,” Jenna said, as if that explained everything.

“Not bad yourself,” Brianna said. Both sisters were still acting strangely, I realized. Jokes were almost too funny. They moved like they were drunk, exaggerated and slow. Their eyes seemed permanently unfocused.