Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

I was too overwhelmed with inseminating my sister to notice her reaction. I came bucketloads I didn’t even know I had. The bliss of fucking my baby sister flooded my senses. It kept going, the aching pleasure dragging out to the point of pain. Finally, I fell forward. I felt Brianna wrap herself around me. She kissed my cheeks and forehead.

“Oh, I was worried about you for a second, bro,” Brianna said. Her lips wet on my eyes, my nose.

“I’m OK,” I said.

We rolled out of bed. It felt like we’d been in there for days. Wordlessly, I grabbed a towel for myself and my sister and then led her down the hall to the communal bathroom. It was a fairly large space, tiled from ceilings to floors, with two urinals, two stalls, and a wall of three showers on the other side. Early on a Saturday morning, the bathroom was completely deserted.

I went over to pee while Brianna turned on one of the showers. She eyed the urinals like they were some weird, alien contraption. When I was done, I stepped into the shower while Brianna used the stall. She left the door wide open and I watched, entranced, while a thin stream of clear liquid spurted into the bowl. I don’t have a pee thing, but it was pretty hot to watch my blonde sister do it.

When she was done, Brianna padded across the tile and joined me in the shower, pulling the thin brown curtain closed behind her. We shared a sibling-like look of mirth and shyness. Even after sex, showering together still felt naughty.

I had already begun soaping up, but my baby sister pulled the bar out of my hands and started to scrub herself. Brianna’s body would look fantastic in a parka and sweatpants. You can only imagine how good she looked naked, under a steady stream of hot water, rubbing soap all over herself.

“God damn you look so good,” I said, then kissed my little sister. She smiled up at me. Brianna was always a happy girl, but she seemed almost doped-up the way she was grinning now.

“That was amazing,” Brianna said, “Fuck. I’m going to need you to do that to me again. Probably lots of times.”

“Promise,” I said, “I really do. I mean, you mean so much to me, Bree.”

“You mean a lot to me, too,” Brianna said, eyeing me oddly. Fuck. My post-orgasm brain had almost let it slip out. It was fine for us to have fun, but if my sisters ever realized the line I’d crossed, into real, honest-to-God love? I knew they’d never be able to look at me again.

My blonde sister hugged me tight. Our soapy bodies slippery against each other. Despite already having three go-rounds, my cock rose to the occasion. Brianna giggled, then pushed me away.

“But Amy said I’m supposed to fuck your tits,” I said with a bit of a whine.

“Oh, don’t worry, big bro, there’s plenty of time for that,” Brianna said. “Just not right now, OK? We have a whole day ahead of us.”

“We do?” I asked.

Brianna winked at me.

We got out of the shower, dried off, and made our way back to my dorm room. Then we got dressed. Brianna must have brought her bag into the room at some point during the swap out that night. Or Jenna had packed for both of them. I wasn’t sure. Already, what had once appeared to be a simple strategy for the weekend felt like a full-on scheme. I needed to interrogate my sister before things escalated further.

“So, this was your idea?” I asked, “Dad wouldn’t agree to having both of you here, so you decided to switch out?”

“Sort of?” Brianna said, “It was a side benefit of the actual plan.”

I eyed my sister suspiciously, but she wouldn’t say anything. We finished getting dressed and I took Brianna down to the dining hall. The place was almost empty, but anyone who was there glanced and stared at the busty blonde getting her breakfast.

I found us a table and we sat down to eat. Brianna looked at everything with wide eyes, like we were in the Sistine Chapel rather than my dumpy dorm.

“This is so great, Chase,” Brianna said, “I can’t wait till I start school in the fall.”

I winced, remembering Amy’s plans for the twins. I supposed they could attend college around here. I imagined all of us living in Amy’s apartment, me and the twins attending classes together. It was a warm thought and I let myself get lost in it.

“Are you mad at me, Chase?” Brianna asked.

“What? No. What makes you think that?”

“You’re staring off and not talking,” Brianna said.

I almost let it slip out again. Those feelings I was very much not supposed to have for my sister. Instead, I smiled wanly.

“I’m OK,” I said, “Just glad you’re here.”

“OK,” Brianna said, relief flooding her voice, “I don’t ever want to hurt you, Chase. I mean it. Everything that we’re going to… I mean. I hope you know that Jenna and I are doing this for you. For us.”

There it was again, that strange sense of a strong undercurrent beneath my sister’s placid exterior. Like there was a river running under the floor. And the tiles were beginning to crack.

Brianna’s phone buzzed, but she grabbed it before I could steal a look. “Time to go!”

My little blonde sister jumped up and dumped the contents of her tray in the trash. I scrambled to catch up to her. Now Brianna was leading me out, like I was visiting her instead of the other way around. She dragged her suitcase behind her, with me a bit more behind that.

When we got outside the dorm, I saw Jenna standing outside. She was back in her pea coat and knit white hat, smiling silly in a way that was more similar to her sister.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Brianna ran up and hugged her twin like the two of them had been separated for days. I noticed their outfits mostly matched, though Brianna’s coat was charcoal instead of Jenna’s tan one.

After she extricated herself from her sister, Jenna leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

“Did you have fun, Chase?” Jenna asked, “Did you like fucking your sisters?”

“You know I did,” I said.

“Well, we have one more surprise for you,” Brianna said.

“But you have to agree to some ground rules, first,” Jenna said. They both stared me down, serious as a stroke.

*

We went for a walk around the college, ostensibly to give Brianna the same tour I’d given Jenna the day before. Mostly just so we could talk and enjoy each other’s company. With Jenna on one arm and Brianna on the other, I felt like the king of the campus.

I showed the girls where some of my classrooms were and then we went past the library.

“Ooo, I bet it would be fun to do it in there,” Brianna said.

“By ‘do it’ she means study,” Jenna said.

“No, I don’t,” Brianna said indignantly. “Can’t you picture it? In some back corner of the stacks, struggling to stay quiet while our brother gives it to both of us?”

Jenna seemed to picture it in her mind and a naughty grin crept across her face. “OK, maybe next time,” she said.

“So, you’re actually going to talk to me again after you leave?” I asked. What can I say, I was bitter about how things had happened. I may have loved the result, but the lead up left much to be desired.

“We’re both sorry about disappearing on you,” Jenna said, squeezing my arm.

“We got so busy with everything else,” Brianna said.

“But we promise that’s the last time it’ll happen,” Jenna said. They were slipping back into twin-speak. Was it weird that I was starting to understand their strange patois?

“We know it feels like we’ve been playing with your feelings,” Brianna said, “These last few weeks have been hard for us, too. But we’ll do a better job of being honest with you. With ourselves.”

“Except for when it’s fun,” Jenna said with a dirty grin.

I found a bench nearby and sat down with a sigh. The wood felt cold against my bottom. The twins joined me, both sitting down on either side.

“Look, I get the game and it’s fun for me too,” I said, “Sort of. But you have to understand how hard it is for me. You tell me you want it, then you get mad after and I don’t know how to feel about anything. It’s important to me to be a good brother.”

The girls both snickered.

“No, I mean it,” I said, “If you asked me to stop, I would. I don’t want to, it would be really hard for me, but I would do it. I lov… I mean, I care about you both. I’m a modern guy, at least I’d like to think I am, and things like positive consent actually do matter to me. All this stop and go, though? It’s pulling me apart.”

“You’re right,” Jenna said, “We want to keep playing but we don’t want to hurt you, either. We’ll come up with a safe word or something. Pineapple or kangaroo or something weird like that. But we hear you and we’ll try to get better.”

“If it helps, we’re not mad at you for anything,” Brianna said. She rubbed my arm while Jenna played with my hair.

“Not angry at all,” Jenna said.

“You’re kind of an awesome, amazing brother,” Brianna said.

“Who happens to give us both mind-blowing orgasms,” Jenna said.

“So, the best, basically,” Brianna said.

“But we are upset about what happened a couple weeks ago,” Jenna said. Both girls stiffened.

“Amy?” I said.

“Amy,” the twins agreed.

“She plays it off like we’re all just playing a game,” Brianna said.

“But she’s only interested in her own fun,” Jenna said, “We’re going to give her a taste of her own medicine.”

“I don’t know,” I said, “I don’t want her to get mad.”

“I told you,” Jenna said, glaring at Brianna.

“Chase, you can’t honestly think that what happened last time was OK,” Brianna said, “The sex with her can’t be that amazing.”

I think the dreamy look in my eyes told my younger sisters everything they needed to know.

“Fine,” Brianna said, “But that’s not going to stop us from having a little fun of our own.”

“If Amy gets angry it’ll be her own fault,” Jenna said.

“What exactly are you going to do with her?” I asked.

“We were going to tell you,” Brianna said, “But at this point I don’t think we can trust you.”

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“You’re under her power, Chase,” Jenna said, “We all are. She’s like some weird sex magician. We need to show her that we can get even. That we can be in charge, too. It’s the only way she’ll treat us right.”

“We’re not going to hurt her,” Brianna said.

“At least not too badly,” Jenna said with a wicked smile.

“But we’re going to give her what she deserves,” Brianna said.

“Show her she doesn’t own us,” Jenna said.

“You’re not her sex toy,” Brianna said. Actually, I wasn’t so sure about that. Even if it was true, was that so bad?