Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Family Vacation: >7

"Fucking!" My voice reverberated over the waves. My hands shot to my mouth and I covered it. Tears pricked at my eyes. "I saw Marissa and Logan fucking."

The images came rushing at me and I couldn't stop them. Logan's body buried between his sister's legs. Her little breasts rising and falling as her breath raced. Marissa kissing her brother. Begging him to pump her. To make her cum. Both faces red. Bodies shaking. Urging the other forward. Marissa's fingers at her clit. Logan's hands on her tit. Their sibling similarities oh so obvious as they shared that illicit moment.

"Oh YES! Oh Logan, fill me. Fill your sister UP!" And they both roared as the pleasure overwhelmed them.

They never saw me.

"Bullshit," Liam said. He was still holding my waist under the water. He stared down at me. But it wasn't anger rising in his eyes. "We agreed to share secrets. Not lies."

"I'm telling you I saw them doing it," I said. "He was... She was..." I realized my nipples were hard and it wasn't from the water. They ached to be squeezed. Twisted. My traitorous little pussy dripped warm into the icy Atlantic. Like seeing my cousins having sex wasn't bad enough. That was my real secret. The one I wouldn't dare share with my brother.

I'd caught our cousins having sex and it turned me on.

"I don't believe you," Liam said, as if that mattered. Like he could wish it all away. Change the desire I could see in his face. Feel his hardness rubbing against my leg. He wasn't even looking at my eyes, but down at my chest. Rising and falling, spattered with sand and salt water.

But it did matter to me. "Why would I make that up?"

is." He forcibly shoved me back. Let go of me so

telling you I saw them,"

stop with this

we both stormed out of the ocean. Still chasing

*

tried to argue against it, but one casual mention of our sleeping situation from Liam quickly changed his mind. We piled into the Durango, Marissa driving, and went ten minutes

meter, and walked up to the boardwalk. Here it was even busier. Carnival games and tattoo parlors lined the side of the strip. Popcorn lights crisscrossed above us. Everywhere was loud and raucous. Marissa gave me a hungry grin and the four of us set out to explore. We were all in the standard uniform: jeans and t-shirts. We were overdressed. Hot girls in bikinis, guys in nothing but trunks. Sometimes wearing even less. Skirting the edge of what could

slice that was nearly a quarter of an entire pie by itself. We looked at t-shirt shops, played at the arcades, and dove out of the way of careening jitneys. I could feel the music beating in my chest. We walked past a sign for minigolf and Marissa insisted we go. It was up on the roof of one of the buildings, only one story up, but it felt like a bird's eye view from where we stood. The ocean and the

other as they walked down the boardwalk. Logan's long, leering glances at his

struggling with a putt and her brother stood behind her. His hands on

helping

You going to help

God, he felt so big pressed against me. I pushed my ass back, unconscious, and our breaths caught. We looked up and saw Marissa and Logan staring at us. As if we

want ice cream,"

We each got orange and vanilla soft serve swirled. Then we found a bench facing out to the ocean. The night wind blew off

nice?" Liam asked, looking right

that day. It was fun to hang out with my older cousins.