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.

I said, "You

the steaks in the freezer and there was all this stuff for

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

tell her dinner

she'll see all the work we've done and won't feel bad about staying

can all watch a movie together,"

odds, but she was still my big sister. That's something

bounded up the stairs, excited to tell Amy about what we

*

my parents' bedroom. I assumed Amy had been in there, making use of the

and so I sort of skated my way along. I started to shout, to tell Amy

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

Oh my God.

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

What the fuck

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at me, arms covering her most secret parts. Her face contorted with

had come to tell her about dinner. I wasn't

scampered back down the hallway. My

*

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.

us up in there with the nice dishes and cloth napkins, expecting a fun family supper. They had no idea what had happened, but they could

It was so sudden, the atmosphere so tense, I nearly fell backward out of my chair. Amy answered it, speaking

"No," Amy said.

She hung up the phone and placed it gingerly on the table like she was afraid it might

Amy

looked out the window. There were a few flakes, but it was hardly a blizzard. I wondered if

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

over us.

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

was furnished for a high school girl who no longer existed. My parents had left 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,

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

for me to line up against the wall, like I was getting in front of a firing squad.

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