Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Family Vacation: >8

When | woke up the next morning, | was the only one left in bed. | looked out the window and saw that the rain

had continued into the next day. It was wet, grey, and dreary. | got dressed and went downstairs. Both families

were sitting around, drinking coffee and lounging. | poured myself a mug. We all looked at each other for

answers. What was there to do on a beach day in the rain? "Guess it's a Netflix day," Liam said.

The sectional in the living room was enough for six of us and we all squeezed. Logan sat on the floor and leaned

his back against the couch. Marissa leaned back on her brother. They pulled a blanket over themselves and

smiled, self-satisfied. We found something watchable and settled in. | saw Aunt Tara and Uncle Micah cuddling.

My parents sat apart, as if a barrier had been erected between them. Liam put his arm around my shoulder, like

he was my boyfriend, and | let him. | heard a little gasp and looked down. Marissa squirmed against her brother.

The rise of his arm under the blanked seemed to lead directly down to between her legs. They were both

covered in a light sheen of sweat.

| nudged Liam and gestured for him to look down. He glanced, then went back to the screen.

"Oh God," Marissa said.

"You OK, hon?" Uncle Micah asked.

"Just, um, worried about what's going to happen," Marissa said.

"Pretty sure she's going to finish baking those cupcakes and bring them up to the judges," Aunt Tara said, "Like

every other episode."

| could understand Marissa's distraction. Whatever was going on under that blanket was way more interesting

than what was on the screen. | watched Logan's arm move up and down. They weren't even trying to hide it.

Finally, Marissa's face twisted, her mouth opened, and her eyes went distant.

She lazed back against her brother's chest.

*

Mom made grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch. The rain started to soften, and all four parents agreed to go for a

walk. We kids sat on the couch, both twins together, like we'd been glued there in front of the TV. | hardly noticed

the door close as my parents left. A few minutes later, Marissa announced she was going to take a nap.

"I don't know, the day seems so sleepy," Marissa said, "And we were out late last night." The thin brunette went

upstairs. We heard the bedroom door close behind her. A few minutes later, Logan stood up and stretched.

"I'm going to use the bathroom," Logan said, "No need to pause it. I'll be right back." He went upstairs. A few

minutes passed.

"He sure is taking a long time," Liam said.

| looked at my brother and rolled my eyes. | took his hand and shushed him. We both got off the couch and

slipped upstairs. Sneaking like we were about to catch a Scooby-Doo villain.

The bedroom door wasn't completely closed. | nudged it open with my foot. | heard the air leave Liam's chest. |

hoped to God he could stay quiet.

Our cousins had no such compunctions. Logan was on top of Marissa, his shorts around his ankles. Marissa's own

bottoms were pooled on the floor. They hadn't even taken off their tops. Logan's taut butt plunged up and down.

They were both gasping.

"Hurry, baby," Marissa said, "They could cup any second."

"You. First," Logan grunted.

Liam was standing behind me. | felt his hardness press against my backside once again.

"Oh yes! Oh GOD!" Marissa trembled. Logan went stiff as he pumped his orgasm into his sister, then they both

collapsed. Holding each other close.

"We need to hurry back soon," Marissa said.

"OK, only one more time," Logan said.

His sister giggled, musical. But they started humping again.

Liam and | stepped back. | kicked the door closed again. My stomach was roiling. My sex pulsed hot. My twin's

blue eyes were wide and distant. | pushed him across the hall and into the bathroom.

"Holy fuck," Liam said as soon as | closed the door behind us. "That was..."

"See!" | said. But Liam wasn't capable of any more words. He sat, dumbly on the toilet, and stared. | flopped

down on the cold bathroom tile and we both sat there silent.

"I mean, what do we do?" Liam asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Like, should we tell someone?" Liam continued. "Tell them?"

"I don't know," | said.

"Why does this keep happening...?" Liam muttered to himself.

"What?" | asked. | sat up and put my hands on my brother's knees. "Nothing," Liam said.

"Con," | said, "You owea secret."

"Not now," he said.

"We're home!" | heard my Mom call out from downstairs. | gave my brother a warning look, but he wouldn't meet

my eye.

*

The room was noticeably tense during dinner. Liam kept staring between Marissa and Logan. | kept glaring at

him. Our parents seemed to feel it too. No one could look anyone else in the eye. Except for my cousins, of

course, who only had eyes for each other. Now that | knew what was going on, everything Logan and Marissa did

seemed so obvious. How had no one caught on to this? They were the worst secret keepers ever. If my cousins

were spies, we'd have already executed them.

After dinner, it was Liam's turn to grab my hand and dragout for a walk. | didn't protest, but | grabbed my

raincoat on the way out. We went up to the boardwalk. It was drizzling, dark, and deserted. Liam didn't say

anything -- just held my hand the whole way. More like a drag than a walk. We went over to the railing and

leaned over. The moon was big and yellow, reflected in the water. | was cold, but Liam wouldn't meet my eyes.

"This is worth two secrets," Liam said, "Yesterday and today."

| wasn't sure how what he was about to say could possibly be worth more than the fact our cousins were having

sex with each other, but | didn't argue. | just nodded and pulled my hood tight over my head. "Our eighteenth

birthday, we had that big party in the backyard?" Liam said.

"I was there," | said, dismissive. Mom and Dad had done a whole thing with all our neighbors and friends. They'd

ordered a massive feast from Mambo Italiano's downtown, enough to feed an army. It was an awesome, amazing

day. And the last t| could remember my family being happy.

"I caught Dad," Liam said. He looked positively grave. His eyes shone wet. His face pallid. Like he was living it

again in that moment. "I think it was one of the caterers. | had to pee, and the hall bathroom was occupied, so |

went to use the master. | opened the door and there they were. She was bent over the sink. | ended up pissing in

the backyard."

"Holy fuck," | said.

"I didn't know what to say or do. | wanted to tell you or Mom -- couldn't bear to bring it up to Dad -- but | could

never figure out how to say it. And by the t| collected myself, months had passed. I'd buried it for too long. It

was too deep to reach for. Just sitting in my stomach like a big, wet rock."