Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Family Vacation: >22

We packed the car, then went back to the boardwalk for dinner. As we ate sausage and pepper sandwiches, I got a text from my Mom. "She wants to know when we're coming home," I said.

"There's a club down the street from here," Marissa said, "They don't check IDs too closely and I thought we could go for a bit." Well, that answered that question.

When we were done eating, we walked off the boardwalk and into the downtown. The sun was at the horizon, turning everything a shadowy orange. Lots of people our age milled about. I saw more than a few guys watch me and Marissa hungrily, despite the two large men we were walking with.

The club was at the end of the block, striped with pink-blue neon lights. As Marissa promised, the bouncer barely glanced at our IDs before letting us inside. The place was loud and already full of people. A DJ was at one side of a large dance floor, lost in a haze of laser light and choking smoke.

There was a long bar at one side, and we went over. Again, no one checked Logan's ID when he bought the three of us beers. We leaned against the bar and watched as other people danced. I tried to sip my drink slowly. Despite all the sex and sleep I felt a bit gummy from the three I'd had before. The bottle emptied way too quickly. Even faster, Logan replaced it with another. I tried to give him money for it, but he waved me away.

"I want to dance," Marissa announced. She looked at Logan, but he eyed her like it was his first time at dim sum and she was offering him some chicken feet. "You're no fun."

"I'll go," Liam said. He shrugged and left his beer, half drunk, on the bar. Marissa grabbed his hands and dragged him out.

so different than his cousin. They made for a funny combination: this tall, lithe woman dancing with her shorter, muscular partner. The differences didn't seem to bother Marissa one

moment where I was supposed to feel left out. Marissa was doing some definite dirty dancing with my brother: running her hands down his chest, gripping his hips, grinding her butt back against his crotch. I should have been

out to the dance floor. Together, we began moving to the music -- a pulsing, upbeat thump that vibrated in my chest. Though

brown eyes stared into me, deep. His permanent serious stare seemed to drill right into my soul. It was powerful. Intoxicating and dangerous like a shot

Of how Logan traced my sides, my chest. Moved behind me and pressed his hardness into my ass. All I could see were those eyes. The

shoulder and Liam

how could I

fit the wordless, thrumming tune. According

wrapped her long, thin arms around my neck. She waved her arms and undulated her hips. Marissa smiled at me, naughty, and playfully

hot and you don't even see it,"

kissed me full on the mouth. Urgent and heavy. Lips sweet and tongue wanting. We pulled away gasping for air. I saw Liam give Logan

my third beer at the club. No, my fourth. I'd lost count. The world seemed tipsy, spinning ever so slightly. Time slowed to a crawl and skipped whole sections just to catch up. We took turns on the dance floor. The music felt so

wanted more. My body wanted more, and my brain