Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

It's Only Fair: EP13

We all nodded. Well, this seemed perfectly dignified. Nothing inappropriate at all. Well, except for the underage

drinking. But honestly, on the scale of what we'd done already, that barely registered.

Amy refilled her shot glass and leaned back in her chair. "OK, so since Brianna just went, I'll go. Never have |

ever taken an AP physics course."

The twins both downed their shots. They both coughed, but steadied themselves. Amy poured them more, then

gestured to me. | had to think about it for a moment.

"Never have | ever owned my own car," | said. Amy gavea dirty look, but she did her shot.

"Never have | ever gotten a C or worse in math class," Jenna said. Both Brianna and Amy did their shots.

"That's not cool, Jen," Brianna said.

"Maybe not so granular next time," Amy said, "But still, good."

Yup, this was quite tame. Nice and safe. Brianna did hers about a sailing trip, which made everyone drink except

her (we'd gone when | was in high school, but Brianna had missed it with the flu), and now we were back around.

"Never have | ever had a circumcision," Amy said. The girls all giggled as | drank.

"Fine, play that way," | said, "Never have | ever had a period." Obviously, that meant all three women had to

drink.

"Never have | ever..." Jenna began.

"Hang on," Brianna said, "I have to pee." She stood up from the couch, but stumbled back laughing. "Whoops!"

"You ok, Bree?" Jenna asked.

"Yeah, just... Woo. Lost myself there for a sec," Brianna said. She stood again and, balancing herself on the

couch, slowly made her way out of the living room. Grabbing walls as she went.

| shouldn't have been surprised. We'd killed a whole bottle of wine, had a glass of whiskey, and now we were

slamming shots. What's the old saying? One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor?

I'd only had two shots, myself, but was feeling warm. The twins had each had three while Amy had done five. My

older sister seemed fine, she'd drank plenty in her life and knew her limits. But our younger sisters hadn't had

more than a few sips of beer before that night, as far as | knew. We were lucky they both weren't completely

wrecked.

Brianna cback a few minutes later looking a bit steadier. But her face was still red as a fire hydrant and she

leaned into the couch more than she sat on it.

"OK, back to it," Amy said.

"Hang on," Jenna said. Her words slurred slightly, and so she said it again. This twith one finger in the air like

she was getting ready to pontificate in front of the General Assembly. "Hang on. Maybe we need to slow down on

the whole thinking drink. The whole dringing ging. You know. This."

"Con, seriously?" Amy said, "I thought we could finally hang out together. Like real adults. | guess you're still

babies. You wantto read you a story before night night?"

"No!" Brianna and Jenna said together.

"So let's keep playing," Amy said.

"Fine," Jenna said, "But maybe not for alcohol."

And right then, in the midst of everything -- through the haze of alcohol and argument -- | swear | saw a twinkle

in Amy's eye. "The game's not fun if there's nothing to lose," she said.

| started at that for a moment. | had a friend of a friend who toldabout something his older brother had

gotten into. A bunch of kids started having MaKart tournaments and ended up in an orgy. That's what he'd

toldhad started it all. Those words. It's not fun if there's nothing to lose. Did Amy understand the power of

the words she'd just spoken? Heck, had she heard that very sstory?

"Why don't we just play for something else?" Brianna asked.

"Like what?" Amy said, but | could tell she already had the answer in mind. She was smart enough not to say it

though. "Any ideas, Chase?" Goddamn it -- my sister was so good. Jenna and Brianna may have had twin-tuition,

but Amy and | had clearly mastered our own tawdry sibling telepathy.

"Well..." | started, as if | was really considering options, "How about this? Let's say on your turn you said

something I'd done before. But instead of drinking | had to, maybe, take off my shirt?"

"Ooo, Chase! That's a great idea!" Amy said. She actually managed to sound surprised by my suggestion.

Clearly, my sister was wasting her tas a real lawyer and ought to be playing one on TV.

"Strip Never Have | Ever," Jenna said flatly. She wasn't nearly as impressed by my ingenuity, clearly. Brianna also

seemed to shake her head.

It wasn't surprising. The twins had just giventhe talk about being more chaste. Now here we were, getting

started all over again. Was | really going to let this opportunity go? Hell no! The USS Fuckalot had just docked

right in front of us. And my dick was already waiting forin the well-named cockpit. Fortunately, my older

sister was on board, as well.

"Con, it'll be fun," Amy said, "How much are you wearing anyway? It looks like a lot."

The twins were still wearing what they had on before: long sleeve shirts and jeans. Amy was wearing a heavy

white sweater with dark slacks. | had on jeans and a t-shirt. Overall, it was pretty even. "Besides, it's nothing we

haven't seen before," Amy said.

The twins turned to me, obviously looking for help. But it was sort of like when you spray a cat with water, and it

runs to you for safety. Wrong choice, pal. | smiled, kindly. "It's harmless fun," | said. "Exactly," Amy said.

My younger sisters both nodded, resigned. Amy poured us more tequila ("To sip as we play," she said) and we

settled back in.

"I'll start," my older sister said. She rubbed her hands together like she was getting ready to announce her evil

plan to take over the world. "Never have | ever touched a girl's boob," Amy said. The twins seemed taken aback

by that one.

"What?" Amy said, "If we're going to be losing clothes, then I think the questions should be dirty, too."

| shrugged and reached down for my sock.

"Socks don't count," Amy said.

"What?"

"Why not?"

"It's not fun that way," Amy said, "Besides, who's excited to see feet? No, only the good stuff: shirts, pants,

underwear. That kind of thing."

| let out a deep sigh -- not nearly as upset as | pretended -- then reached down and lifted off my shirt. Of course,

| had nothing on under it. One question in and | was already half naked. At least the house was well heated. But

that didn't stop the rest of my body from stiffening up. We'd barely started and already | felt as hard as | ever

had in my life. Then Amy said something that made my dick go from rock to diamond.

"You too, Jenna," Amy said, pointing at our brunette younger sister.

Jenna looked confused.

"Yesterday," Amy said, "When we were... Anyway, you totally touched Brianna's giant tit. Did more than just

touch, if | remember."

Jenna growled in her throat, but took off her purple turtleneck. The brunette was wearing a tiny, sky-blue bra.

Amy clapped as Jenna's covered boobs cout, but my younger sister only looked down at her chest with a

kind of resigned disappointment.

My little sister really needed to work on her self-esteem. Size isn't the only thing when it comes to breasts and

Jenna was obvious evidence of that. | couldn't wait for her to take off her bra and reveal her sexy, skinny,

upturned pink titties. | had no doubt now that that moment wasn't too far away.

If I had any doubts about where the gwas going, Jenna's shirtless-ness made them melt away. If | was

worried about our talk earlier, about limits with my sisters, then this certainly solved that problem.

And if you thought that having

already seen my sisters naked -- had

done way more than just looked!

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going to be enough. | wanted,

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"Never have | ever kissed a boy," | said.

"Do relatives count?" Brianna asked. | could see where she was going.

"It should be, like, romantic kisses," Jenna said.

"Right, like, on the lips only," Brianna said.

"You kissed Chase on the lips yesterday," Amy told our blonde little sister.

"Just a peck," Brianna said.

"Still counts," | said.

Amy pulled off her heavy sweater. |

leaned back in anticipation of my

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older sister's resplendent rack. But to

my disappointment she had a thin

pink shirt on under her top. Ave