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.

fuck," I said, "You girls made

in the freezer and there was all this stuff for a

need to hear about it," I said, "I

Amy and tell her dinner is ready," Brianna

hopefully she'll see all the work we've done

we can all watch a movie

win Amy over. We may have been at odds, but she was still my big sister. That's something

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

*

Only a bit of light slipped out of my parents' bedroom. I assumed Amy had been

my way along. I started to shout, to tell Amy about dinner, but something held my voice in. Amy was singing to herself - a

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

Oh my God.

Watching her through the crack in the door, it was like 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 middle of her back. I watched as she flexed every muscle. The way her toned, thin core gave way to her wide, womanly hips. I couldn't even see her front, although it would only take a little shift

the fuck are you

uninterrupted enjoyment. The next

startled. Amy was looking right at me, arms covering her most secret

her about dinner. I wasn't creeping on her through the

the hallway. My heart ripping

*

meal straight misery. We ate in the dining room at a long, dark wood table with high backed chairs, under a jangling chandelier. I forced myself to focus on my plate. Every time

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

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

"No," Amy said.

it gingerly on the table like she was afraid it might

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

out the window. There were a few flakes, but it was hardly a blizzard. I wondered if my parents had been planning

the same conclusion, "They'll be home tomorrow morning." Jenna

over us.

old bedroom after we cleaned up. I washed the dishes while the twins dried. I could tell they wanted to ask me what had was going on, but no one said anything. Then we tromped

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,

white bed with pink 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

the wall, like I was getting in front of a firing squad. The twins sidled up

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