Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Family Vacation: >5

My heart finally slowed. It was OK. This was OK. Liam had just been following Logan's lead. But then, what was Logan doing? None of this made any sense. My body's reaction least of all. Because in that moment, as Liam's fingers had drifted downward, I'd wanted him to brush against my sex. To dip his digits into the gusset of my suit and feel exactly how wet I was. To press his pointer deep into my...

"Hey, you OK?"

I startled and looked over to see Liam, himself, floating next to me. He really did look concerned, his usual playful grin replaced by a slight frown. His blue eyes crinkled with worry. "I'm fine," I said.

"I didn't, um, do anything to upset you?" Liam asked.

"You're fine," I told my brother. He nodded. But he didn't swim away. Instead, the two of us stayed out in the ocean and bobbed up and down with the waves.

"This is nice," I said, after we'd been bouncing for a while.

"You've been saying that a lot lately," Liam said.

"I haven't had a lot of nice things lately," I said. My brother looked good out in the ocean. The water glistening on his muscled arms and broad chest. His short blond hair dark with wet. Now that we both felt comfortable, he had his usual crooked smile. His eyes shone a brighter blue than the sky.

"I'm still a virgin," I said.

"Wait. What?" Liam cocked his head.

"That's, um, that's my secret," I said. "Remember I owed you one from before? I've never done it. Or anything close to it, actually."

Betsy

Well,

sad, though," Liam

glad we got a chance to

put it in the bank for another time." He put his arms around me and hugged me tight. It felt nice. His hands on

back to shore. When we got to our spot, all of our stuff was

for a walk

"Maybe," Liam said.

home. As we rolled up our towels and folded our chairs, Logan and Marissa walked over. They were both looking

we didn't ask. We all silently packed up our stuff and walked

feeling better?" Marissa asked me as we climbed the wooden steps

said. She gave me a

*

side of the house, there was an outdoor shower, surrounded by green corrugated plastic for privacy. We took turns washing the sand off, then went into the house. Once all of us were changed into shorts and t-shirts, we went back outside to where Uncle Micah was grilling burgers and hot dogs. We hadn't been in the backyard yet, and I saw this was a very nice setup with a big deck and a barbecue, plus benches and tables for sitting. Down the steps from the deck, there was a small pool and a hot tub. I couldn't imagine swimming in a pool with

sun slowly slipped below the horizon. Then both families went down to the boardwalk and took a long walk along the shore. The way was lit yellow, the ocean crashing in the distance. Kids sped past us on dirt bikes.

Pennsylvania that morning, sleeping at my Aunt Tara's house, but we had. I wondered if all our days at the Shore would feel so long. If that happened, it would be like having a whole month together

pajamas, washing up, brushing our teeth, etc. I was last, so everyone

had on a cute, turquoise linen shirt and shorts set that looked like it came from the more conservative side of Victoria's

had such a long day, it was easy to climb into bed. My brother's warm body slid next to mine. These beds were way smaller than I'd realized. There was no way to

me. For some reason, even the most casual contact felt inappropriate. As if