Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Family Vacation: >2

We stopped for lunch at a strip mall right off the highway. They had a Chick-Fil-A, manna from the gods, and we went around the drive-thru. Dad insisted we couldn't stop but Mom had to use the bathroom. Since we were down to about a quarter of a tank of gas, Mom won, and we all got out to stretch our legs.

As I left one of the worst bathrooms I've ever experienced, I saw Liam heading towards me. I jogged over and grabbed his arm. He ripped it out of my hands.

"What is your problem?" I asked. He glared at me and bared his teeth, like a jungle cat. "No, seriously, come on. Talk to me."

"I'm fine," Liam said. He reached to put his AirPods in his ears, but I slapped them away.

"You're not. Now talk to me, dammit, or I will sing Taylor Swift at the top of my lungs for the rest of the drive."

"You wouldn't dare," Liam said.

"WE ARE NEVER, EVER, EVER..."

Liam grabbed my arm so hard it hurt. "Shut up already, ok? I'm listening."

"Look, I'm not saying we have to be best friends or anything," I said, "But you're my brother, my twin. I legit care about you and I don't want to live the rest of my life with us this way. If I did something wrong, or upset you..." "You didn't do anything," Liam said.

"So then what the actual fuck?"

"I'm sorry," Liam said, he stepped back from me and kicked at the gravel ground. "I don't know what to say except I'm sorry. I'll try to be a better brother."

"That's not good enough," I said, pressing my advantage. "You have to give me one thing each day that I can do to be a better sister."

Liam sighed gratuitously and rolled his eyes. "Fine. Once a day, you have to tell me a secret. Something that no one else can ever know."

could be an empty gesture. I could still resent my brother while I did his chores or bought him a gift. But if we shared each other's secrets we would

do the same?" I asked, hands on my hips.

his mouth dry. "You go

snoring while you were sleeping before," I said, "I caught you

sheepish look. Apparently, he

I'll take it to my

me very seriously. He put his hands on my shoulders. "I was dreaming about someone I shouldn't

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cribbed off a postcard -- a classic Victorian painted green with black shutters

my own home.

know. Marissa finally let go of me and went over to give Liam a similarly over the top greeting. Meanwhile her brother, Logan, had come out of the house. He

gave me a wide

see you," I told

Logan might come off as distant, but in truth his feelings ran strong, right below the surface. Aunt Tara and Uncle Micah came out and greeted us. Tara and my mother weren't identical twins, but they sure did look alike. They were both blonde, short women with pale skin and serious curves. The men they'd married, however, couldn't have looked more different. Uncle Micah was a big man, tall, with a gut that hung over his belt and a great, bellowing laugh. My Dad was short, even an inch shorter than Mom, and skinny. But

Aunt and Uncle. Then everyone stood on the front yard and stared, like we were appraising each other for the first

but far too late to stop anything.

cousin to tell me I had massive boobs. This was not a surprise to me. It's not like I didn't hit puberty till age 18, but there was no avoiding the fact that the previous summer I'd been a tidy A cup

guy who couldn't give me the time of day before was suddenly all over me. Like I

a pain, honestly, lugging those big boobs around. They always got in my way. Basic things like eating or running turned into a huge ordeal. I didn't even like how they looked

Marissa said, spluttering, "I didn't mean to.

I said, and gave my cousin another hug. The rest of the family started to head into the house. The moment had passed. But I caught both Logan and Liam eyeing

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image of two giggly girls lying in bed talking about school, friends,