Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

“Remember,” Mary said, “You’re just trying to make sure Tabitha is wet enough to take Michael’s cock.”

“Uh huh,” Chastity said, “Don’t forget about her tits, doofus.”

Tabitha groaned. “That feels really good. But now I think I want something inside me, too.”

“OK, Michael that’s your cue,” Hope said. Michael took his hand off Tabitha’s clitoris and reached for his penis. Tabitha’s crotch bucked and she cursed.

“Don’t stop!”

“Sorry,” Michael said, “I was just…”

“As always, I have to do everything,” Chastity said. The blonde girl reached over and grabbed her brother’s cock. Then she fed it into her baby sister’s sex. “There you go,” she said, and patted Michael’s ass. “Give it to her good.”

“Yes,” Tabitha said, her voice just a breath, “Give it to me.”

It was not unlike rubbing his belly while patting his head, Mary reflected. Michael had to run his hand side-to-side on his sister while pushing himself back and forth.

“Oh…” Tabitha said, “Oh fuck! I f… I feel. Something’s building. I think I need to stop.”

“It’s OK, Tabby Cat,” Hope said. She reached down and ran her fingers through Tabitha’s hair. “He’s almost there.”

“Trust me,” Chastity said, “Building is a good thing.”

“N… Not like this. I feel like this kind of pressure,” Tabitha said, “I think I’m going to pee.”

Michael looked over at his sisters. His eyes questioning. But he didn’t stop sliding in and out of his sister.

“Oh God,” Tabitha said, head rolling back and forth. “Feels so good. Don’t want him to stop but I…”

“Maybe we should…”

“Oh no!” Tabitha cried. A splash of almost-clear fluid shot out of her vagina and splattered on her brother’s bare chest.

“Oh YES!” Michael groaned and let his own liquid loose into his younger sister. The siblings seemed to be matching each other, blast for blast. Tabitha’s eyes rolled back into her head. Her breasts wobbled and she howled her pleasure.

“CUUUMMMMMMMMMIINNnnnnnnng…”

Finally, Tabitha’s screams started to subside. The two of them slowly straightened.

“Wow,” Chastity said.

“Oh Michael I’m so sorry,” Tabitha said, “I just lost control.”

“It’s OK,” Michael said, “Kind of neat, actually.”

“I can’t believe I peed on you,” Tabitha said. She really seemed upset.

“I don’t think that was urine,” Hope said.

“You’re a squirter!” Chastity said.

“What’s that?” Mary asked. She was concerned for her baby girl now. If she had some sort of strange condition.

“I’ve seen it online,” Chastity said, “I mean, I’ve read about it. Some women produce liquid when they orgasm. It’s a totally natural thing, I promise.”

“I’ll have to look that up,” Tabitha said, her intellectual curiosity overtaking her embarrassment.

“I’ll send you some sites,” Chastity said, “Real educational stuff.”

“Well I think you both should clean off,” Mary said, “And then come down to supper.”

*

After dinner, Mary enlisted Michael to help her do the dishes. They both stood over the sink – Mary washed while Michael dried. It was an old routine she used to do with her husband and now sharing it with Michael felt very comforting. Domestic.

Since it was just the two of them, Michael felt able to confide in his Mother. “You were right,” he told her, “What you said before – my sisters really are stunning.”

“I’m glad you agree,” Mary said. She handed him a dripping bowl and he toweled it off.

“Tabitha’s soooo beautiful. But now that Chastity’s being nice to me, I’m finding that she’s really fun to be around. And Hope, I don’t know, I saw her as this authority figure. But she’s become more like a best friend. Like I could trust her with anything.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Mary said, and she was.

“Like you said, I’m a lucky guy.” He handed her the dish towel. She looked up at him confused.

“We’re only half done,” Mary said.

“Got to go,” Michael said, “All this talking about my sisters – I think it’s time for me to ‘use’ one of them. If you get my meaning.”

Mary certainly did. She sighed and finished the dishes by herself.

*

Finally, it seemed that they’d settled into a regular routine. A few days went by without Mary seeing or hearing much of anything. It was almost as if Michael had stopped entirely, though Mary was pretty sure that was impossible. More likely, the siblings were finally starting to learn to keep things quieter.

Then one morning Mary was making breakfast and she heard shouting coming from the dining room.

“Well maybe that’s because he likes me better,” Chastity said.

“That’s ridiculous,” Hope said.

Mary stepped back from the stove and walked into the other room. Both girls were still in their matching plaid pajamas. Chastity leaned back in her chair looking pleased with herself. Hope was standing, hands down heavy on the table.

“We both know he comes to me more often,” Chastity said, “Cums more, too. Maybe we should start calling you ‘Nope.'”

“Last night he was drooling all over my tits, not yours,” Hope said

“I’ll bet,” Chastity said, “With your little boobs he was probably starving for more.”

Hope shrieked and leapt around the table. She grabbed Chastity’s pajama shirt by the lapels and lifted her sister up out of the chair, snarling.

“Girls!” Mary cried out before she even realized she was ready to speak, “What in the Lord’s name are you two doing?”

“Chastity’s saying that Michael likes her better,” Hope said. She still had her sister by the shirt. Her knuckles white.

“It’s not my fault I have the better body,” Chastity said.

“Well, I’m definitely better than you at making him happy,” Hope said, “He knows when he needs someone to take care of him, I’m the one to go to.”

“And when he wants a good fuck,” Chastity said, “He goes to me.”

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“Both of you stop it this instant!” Mary said. She stood there fuming till the girls let go of each other. They slinked back to their sides of the table, glaring each other down.

“First of all,” Mary said, “No one is fucking anyone. Understood? You’re helping your brother. Just sticking a dick in you for a minute is not having sex. Trust me.”

Both girls nodded. Mary could see the muscles in Hope’s arm slowly start to relax.

“Second,” Mary said, “Michael loves both of you very much. Chastity, I know that Michael goes to you when he needs a pal, someone to laugh with or watch a movie. But Hope, you and I both know that when Michael wants to be comforted, or if he really needs advice, he turns to you. That doesn’t mean he loves either of you less. Just different.”

“But Moooom,” Hope said, “Michael really does go to Chastity more than me.”

“I’m sure it feels that way, but I bet if we really looked it’d be equal. Plus, Hope, you just had your fertile time last week, so Michael was probably avoiding you a bit more. As he should. And don’t forget, you both also need to share with Tabitha. Now, I want this to be the last time I hear of this. Understood?”

Both girls nodded sullenly. Mary went back into the kitchen to finish cooking. Later in the day, though, she took Michael aside and talked to him. They agreed that he needed to do a better job of spreading the wealth. And Mary knew that he would honor that. He really did love his sisters too much to intentionally hurt their feelings.

*

Mary was wrong about one thing, though. The siblings were graduating to full on sex. It wasn’t an immediate change over. Not at first. But Mary kept getting hints – from hearing and watching and just from the way they all talked. Michael was spending less time getting himself ready and more just going in to his sister’s rooms to get his relief.

It was natural, Mary supposed. Why resort to a fist when a perfectly good vagina was waiting? In some ways, Mary was glad. Michael was learning not to masturbate but, rather, to look for an actual woman. So she didn’t exactly discourage the behavior as it became more common.

Everyone still acted under the pretense that Michael was rubbing himself to almost-orgasm, then finding a sibling. It was just that ‘almost’ was getting a wider and wider definition. Then, the inevitable happened.

Mary was downstairs doing the laundry when she heard Tabitha call out. She walked up and called back. “Tabitha, honey, what’s wrong?”

“Momma, Michael’s fucking Hope!” she shouted. Mary marched down the hall and swung open the bedroom door. There was Michael, between his oldest sister’s long legs, just sawing back and forth. Tabitha stood to the side, gesturing like a ringmaster at the sibling’s performance. Wide eyed at what was happening.

“Oh my,” Mary said. Michael grunted, but he didn’t slow his pace one bit. He was totally naked. His toned bottom jiggled slightly with every push. Michael’s hands gripped his sister’s hips. Hope rocked back and forth on the bed. Her brown hair went everywhere. She made a little grunt each time her brother bottomed out in her.

“You said he was supposed to only do the end part,” Hope said, “But he came in here and just stuck it in me.”