Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Family Vacation: >6

God what is wrong with me? Between the sleeping together and everything else, I think my brain was becoming sex obsessed and the only target, apparently, was my own sibling.

I forced myself to stop fantasizing and laid down on my towel to sun. Marissa lay down next to me. Her brown hair flitted lightly in the wind.

"You're getting nice and bronzed," my cousin said, idly. So quiet I wasn't sure if she was even talking to me. "It looks good with your blonde hair. Like you're a California girl or something." "You're way tanner than me," I said, "It goes good with your dark coloring."

Like I said, I loved my cousins. Marissa especially. I thought she was beautiful. I was envious of her petite body, her cute face. Large brown eyes and thin lips. Compared to my cousin, I was too big, too clumsy, and as I got older -- as my hips and tits expanded like a hot air balloon Thanksgiving morning -- it only got worse.

It wasn't just looks, though. Marissa was always so confident. She was funny and smart. A free spirit. I remember Marissa used to talk endlessly about how she wanted to go skydiving. I could barely jump off the diving board at the community pool without having a panic attack.

"I think I'm going to take a walk down the boardwalk," Marissa announced, standing up and brushing off the stray sand. "Logan, keep me company?"

Logan was lying on his stomach. He groaned, then looked up. Marissa stared down at him, hands on her hips, like he'd done something naughty.

"Oh, I mean. Sure thing," Logan said. He stood up. OK, so Marissa's twin was pretty cute, too. His dark hair and dark eyes. Tall and trim. That serious set to his face. Great, I'd managed to stop perving on my brother long enough to switch over to my cousins. This was not an improvement.

"I'll walk with you guys," Liam said. He started to stand, but Marissa waved him off.

"You look comfy," she said, "I don't want to disturb you."

She didn't have a problem bothering her own brother, I noticed. Liam didn't argue, he just lay down and buried his face in the towel.

I'm pretty sure I fell asleep at one point, and I awoke to find my stomach was growling. I reached for my phone to see if it was dinner time, yet. But when I dug into my purse, I couldn't find it.

I must have left it back

I hadn't realized

here. I must have left it on

said. I knew she was right, but I felt oddly naked now that I knew

said, standing up and brushing the sand off

say anything. I slipped on my flip-flops, pulled my coverall over my head, and started to hike back to

bit, so I figured they'd be heading back. I kept an eye out, the beach was pretty

the point. As soon as I opened the front door, I saw my phone resting

blonde hairs pointing upwards. Then I heard something that sounded like a giggle. Then I heard something else that sounded like a groan. Who could be home? Liam, my parents, Aunt Tara

Out of the kitchen. Up the stairs. Down the hallway. Past

even bothered to

*

on my towel. I stood there,

lazily. He rolled over onto his back, showing me his muscled pecs and six-pack stomach. He had a bit of

"Huh?"

Liam said, "Did you find

there," I said, pointing to where it

"So?"

it," I said. "It just magically appeared here after the goblins gave

lessons from Dad now?"

parents pretending not to have heard what my brother had

my face in the dark and hoped the thoughts would

But they wouldn't.