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."

few girls. Betsy Connors gave me a handjob once.

boys. No one's ever... Well, let's just say you're a bit ahead

though,"

chance to share this. Even though you

He put his arms around me and hugged me tight. It felt nice. His hands on my shoulders. His

to our spot, all of

went for a walk on the boardwalk," I

"Maybe," Liam said.

I knew we needed to head home. As we rolled up our towels and folded our chairs, Logan and Marissa walked over. They were both looking a bit bedraggled.

say anything, and we didn't ask. We all silently

as we climbed the wooden

said. She gave me a

*

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

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. Young couples held hands and whispered in

I wondered if all our days at the Shore would feel so long. If that happened, it would be like

each took turns using the bathroom in the hall, getting changed into pajamas, washing up, brushing our teeth, etc. I was

-- both in boxer briefs and t-shirts. Marissa had on a cute, turquoise linen shirt and shorts set that looked like it came from the more conservative side of Victoria's Secret. I was wearing a long, yellow bed shirt that came down to about my knees. I had panties on under it, though

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 position ourselves where Liam and I weren't touching in some

exhaustion, I lay back and stared up at the ceiling. Very aware of the muscular man lying next to me. For some reason, even the most casual contact felt inappropriate. As if we hadn't hugged in the ocean earlier that day. "Get comfortable,"