Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Family Vacation: >20

We went down the steps and onto the warm sand. Unlike by our beach house, here it was crowded and loud. People ran back and forth in the sand, screaming and laughing at the top of their lungs. The ocean was almost overfull. We had to search for a spot that could fit the four of us, though we finally did, a bit further back from the water than we were used to.

Logan took the poles out of my hands and began to bend them into a sheet of canvas. A moment later, he popped a big, blue beach tent up. So that's what they'd brought! It looked pretty big and was covered on three sides, though the front hung open like a lolling tongue.

Liam was carrying a cooler and he opened it. I saw there were beers inside. Logan grabbed one and cracked it open, as if it was nothing. Instinctively, I glanced around. The beach was busy, but it wasn't like people were on top of us. Still, I eyed my cousin nervously as he handed me a beer.

"No one cares about that stuff here," Marissa said. I opened up the can and took a sip. I wasn't used to alcohol -- I'd only had it a few times. It tingled on my tongue and roiled in my belly.

My cousin took off her shirt and jeans, revealing another bikini -- a white one with a big gold-colored ring holding the cups of her bra together. She smiled, seeing me looking at her, and swished her little butt.

I took a deep breath. I wasn't comfortable about this, but I'd made a promise. You'd think after everything that'd happened, I might finally be OK with my body. But there's no magic wand for self-assurance, not even what my brother had between his legs. It took a lot to cast away a lifetime's lack of confidence.

I stood up and lifted off my shirt. Then I undid my jean shorts, pushing them over my wide hips. I fought the urge to dive into the tent and hide. I know the whole beach wasn't staring at me, but God it sure did feel like it. "You wore the bikini!" Marissa shouted. I tried to fold inside myself but couldn't. "I told you! You look amazing. Doesn't she look incredible, guys?"

Logan and Liam both stared at me, nodding almost numbly. Like adherents to my secret cult. Their reaction definitely helped me feel better. I stopped squeezing my own arms. Let my body relax. The wind tossed at my blonde hair.

The bikini had been an impulse purchase, bought in the microsecond of time between when my breasts started growing like crazy and when I began to hate them. That little moment where I thought I might actually be sexy. The suit was bright yellow, because of course, and still fairly conservative. You couldn't really see my tits, but you couldn't miss they were massive behind the cloth. It did the same for the curve of my bottom.

Like I said, I hated the outfit almost the minute I bought it. But I'd brought the bikini with me because, I don't know, maybe I was hoping to be the sort of person who wore such things. I thought I'd put it on in the backyard one day to tan. At most. But now here I was, on this packed beach, and I was wearing the little two-piece. It was scary, but it was good.

look fucking great,"

my hips nervously. My cousin stood up and pressed her hand

cupped my ass and I

could tell by his shorts that he wasn't kidding. Logan looked at me and nodded

"Really good," he said.

the sun tent. It was nice to feel confident, for that moment, but it was also good to be able to

you need to stop acting like your body's something to be ashamed of," Marissa said, standing

I was more like you," I

sexy," Marissa said, and

my one side and Marissa on the other. In the heat, it was a little much. Eventually I unrolled my towel out in the sun and lay on that. My skin was already nice and brown, although my stomach

well), bouncing the pink ball back and forth with loud, vibrating swats. A group nearby had a radio on, playing the Yankees game,

I rolled onto my stomach and buried my head in my

I gasped as I felt the strings slide down my shoulders. I looked over and saw Marissa lie down and

and went to go lie down

"No bra?" he asked.

no tan

thing for my big boobs. It helped me feel more comfortable about them that he was so

from the tent, "I need

a loud kissing noise and a giggle. I didn't need to look to know what was going

what was going on. And while my cousins were acting mostly PG-13, I didn't think it would take long for them to graduate to R (or NC-17). I tied the top of my suit back on and got up. As