Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

It's Only Fair: EP2

I wondered if the twins had similar troubles. Growing up with each other as best friends was nice, but it also kept them isolated. Insulated. Not that they weren't social - Brianna especially seemed to make friends with everyone - but neither girl

was seriously dating, either.

"You're both very pretty girls," I said, "I'm sure you'll meet someone soon."

"Oooooo, Chase thinks we're pretty," Brianna said, flouncing around the kitchen.

"Bree, he has to say that, being our brother and all," Jenna said.

And here I was thinking I was wrong for checking out my sisters. Apparently, it was my brotherly duty.

"Don't be such a downer, Jen," Brianna said, "Just enjoy the fact that our big brother thinks we're sexy." "I didn't..."

"I'm just teasing you, Chase," Brianna said and kissed my cheek.

"My brother finding me pretty doesn't exactly help with the whole boyfriend thing," Jenna said.

"Honestly, you might be better off waiting till college," I said, "People are way more mature there. My own experience excepted of course." "I guess," Jenna said.

"Don't mind her," Brianna said, "She's just feeling a little 'frustrated' if you know what I mean."

"I am not!" Jenna said, and her usually pink cheeks went bright red. She grabbed a big slotted spoon off the counter. "You take that back!"

The twins started chasing each other around the kitchen, shrieking like maniacs. I let them make a few circuits before I intervened. Finally, I caught them, panting, and separated them both.

"You know I was only teasing, Jen," Brianna said.

"It's OK, Bree," Jenna said.

Then, as if nothing had happened, the two of them went back to work on dinner.

*

The twins were like a cyclone in the kitchen and eventually I had to get out of there before I was swept away. Instead I jumped on the couch and went back to enjoying my Dad's latest big-ticket purchase: a 70" 8K behemoth with surround sound that could cause earthquakes in nearby towns. I dropped in Mad Max, sat back, and let it blow me away. I was so engrossed in what I was watching, I didn't even hear my sisters sneak up on me.

"Dinner's ready," Brianna said. She was holding up a large plate with a seared steak, roasted potatoes, and a mixed green salad. It looked like something from a master chef, not two teenage girls.

said, "You girls

the freezer and there was all this stuff for a marinade, so we whipped that together and

need to hear about it," I said, "I just can't wait

get Amy and tell her dinner is ready,"

we've done and won't feel bad about

all watch

have been at odds, but she was still my big

stairs, excited to tell Amy about what we (well, what

*

bedroom. I assumed Amy had been in

of skated my way along. I started to shout, to tell Amy about dinner, but something held my voice in. Amy was singing to herself - a bubbly, nonsense tune - and it echoed softly

light escaped down the hall. I walked up to the doorway. Looked inside. And there, in a halo of golden brightness, I saw my

Oh my God.

that old Greek myth about finding a goddess bathing in the forest. Amy wasn't just attractive or even striking. She was fucking incredible. Her tan skin and perfectly formed butt. The way her golden hair hung down in waves to the

What the fuck

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looking right at me, arms covering her most secret parts. Her face

dinner. I wasn't creeping on her through the door. I'd only

the hallway. My heart ripping through my

*

We ate in the dining room at a long, dark wood table with high

had happened, but they could sense the tenor of the moment, and so they ate quietly, as well. The clatter and scrape

I nearly fell backward out of my chair. Amy answered it, speaking

"No," Amy said.

the phone and placed it gingerly on the

to be out all night," Amy said, "Apparently it's snowing, and they're worried about

window. There were a few flakes, but it was hardly a blizzard. I wondered if my parents had been planning this little weekend getaway all

"They'll be

over us.

be having a family meeting in her old bedroom after we cleaned up. I washed the dishes while the twins dried. I could tell they wanted to ask me what had

it that way, I suppose hoping it might entice their daughter to visit more often? Or maybe, with so many other rooms in the house, they forgot to redo it? I don't

carpeting and light pink walls with white trim. There was an old, lacquered white dresser and a desk. The room was otherwise empty. There were no toys or posters on the wall. It looked like a model or a magazine photo shoot. Girl Teen's Bedroom. Use code T1835 to order now! (Actual teen girl not included. Stop calling us,

stood in the center of the room. She motioned for me to line up against the wall, like I was getting in front of a firing squad. The twins sidled up to our

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