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?"

He forcibly shoved me back. Let go of me so we could both

telling you I saw them,"

you to stop

said. And we both stormed out of the ocean. Still chasing

*

mention of our sleeping situation from Liam quickly changed his mind. We piled into the Durango, Marissa driving, and went ten minutes down the beach road. You'd think we were in a completely different country. Businesses were laden with bright pink and green neon. The streets were overfull with teens and twenty-somethings. The air was heavy with smoke and loud

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

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

the night pointing things out to Liam. How our cousins would constantly, casually touch each other as they walked down

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

just helping her,"

help me that way?"

me. He put his hands on my waist. I felt his hardness press into my bottom. 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 were the weirdos who couldn't

ice

and vanilla soft serve swirled. Then we found a

Liam asked, looking right

fun to hang out with my older cousins. To be on the