Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

I wondered if the twins had similar troubles. Growing up with each other as best friends was nice, but it also kept them isolated. Insulated. Not that they weren't social - Brianna especially seemed to make friends with everyone - but neither girl

was seriously dating, either.

"You're both very pretty girls," I said, "I'm sure you'll meet someone soon."

"Oooooo, Chase thinks we're pretty," Brianna said, flouncing around the kitchen.

"Bree, he has to say that, being our brother and all," Jenna said.

And here I was thinking I was wrong for checking out my sisters. Apparently, it was my brotherly duty.

"Don't be such a downer, Jen," Brianna said, "Just enjoy the fact that our big brother thinks we're sexy." "I didn't..."

"I'm just teasing you, Chase," Brianna said and kissed my cheek.

"My brother finding me pretty doesn't exactly help with the whole boyfriend thing," Jenna said.

"Honestly, you might be better off waiting till college," I said, "People are way more mature there. My own experience excepted of course." "I guess," Jenna said.

"Don't mind her," Brianna said, "She's just feeling a little 'frustrated' if you know what I mean."

"I am not!" Jenna said, and her usually pink cheeks went bright red. She grabbed a big slotted spoon off the counter. "You take that back!"

The twins started chasing each other around the kitchen, shrieking like maniacs. I let them make a few circuits before I intervened. Finally, I caught them, panting, and separated them both.

"You know I was only teasing, Jen," Brianna said.

"It's OK, Bree," Jenna said.

Then, as if nothing had happened, the two of them went back to work on dinner.

*

The twins were like a cyclone in the kitchen and eventually I had to get out of there before I was swept away. Instead I jumped on the couch and went back to enjoying my Dad's latest big-ticket purchase: a 70" 8K behemoth with surround sound that could cause earthquakes in nearby towns. I dropped in Mad Max, sat back, and let it blow me away. I was so engrossed in what I was watching, I didn't even hear my sisters sneak up on me.

"Dinner's ready," Brianna said. She was holding up a large plate with a seared steak, roasted potatoes, and a mixed green salad. It looked like something from a master chef, not two teenage girls.

"Holy fuck," I said, "You girls made that?"

"Well we found the steaks in the freezer and there was all this stuff for a marinade, so we whipped that together and then..."

"I don't need to hear about it," I said, "I just can't wait to eat it."

"Well go get Amy and tell her dinner is ready," Brianna said, "We'll set the table."

"Yes, hopefully she'll see all the work we've done and won't feel bad about staying anymore," Jenna said.

"Then, after dinner, we can all watch a movie together," Brianna said.

It was a good plan, I had to admit. Plus, I was excited about the chance to win Amy over. We may have been at odds, but she was still my big sister. That's something hardwired, I think. I wanted Amy to like me, kind of idolized her honestly. It hurt that she was so upset about having to spend time with us.

I bounded up the stairs, excited to tell Amy about what we (well, what the twins) had done.

*

The hallway was dark. Only a bit of light slipped out of my parents' bedroom. I assumed Amy had been in there, making use of the big whirlpool tub. I don't blame her. I'd snuck in there lots of times.

I padded down the hardwood floor. Past the doors of my bedroom, of my sisters'. I was only wearing socks and so I sort of skated my way along. I started to shout, to tell Amy about dinner, but something held my voice in. Amy was singing to herself - a bubbly, nonsense tune - and it echoed softly down the hallway.

My parents' room was cracked open, no more than an inch. Wan, yellow light escaped down the hall. I walked up to the doorway. Looked inside. And there, in a halo of golden brightness, I saw my blonde big sister. Standing in front of a full- length mirror. Completely naked.

Oh my God.

I knew Amy was attractive. But I really had no idea until that moment. Watching her through the crack in the door, it was like that old Greek myth about finding a goddess bathing in the forest. Amy wasn't just attractive or even striking. She was fucking incredible. Her tan skin and perfectly formed butt. The way her golden hair hung down in waves to the middle of her back. I watched as she flexed every muscle. The way her toned, thin core gave way to her wide, womanly hips. I couldn't even see her front, although it would only take a little shift in the mirror to...

"CHASE?! What the fuck are you doing!"

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I startled. Amy was looking right at me, arms covering her most secret parts. Her face contorted with rage.

I stuttered. I tried to explain. I had come to tell her about dinner. I wasn't creeping on her through the door. I'd only seen her by accident and now...

I scampered back down the hallway. My heart ripping through my chest.

*

Dinner was a strained, somber affair. The food was exquisite, the meal straight misery. We ate in the dining room at a long, dark wood table with high backed chairs, under a jangling chandelier. I forced myself to focus on my plate. Every time I looked up, Amy glared me back down.

The twins had set us up in there with the nice dishes and cloth napkins, expecting a fun family supper. They had no idea what had happened, but they could sense the tenor of the moment, and so they ate quietly, as well. The clatter and scrape of silverware seemed almost deafening.

Midway through eating, the phone rang. It was so sudden, the atmosphere so tense, I nearly fell backward out of my chair. Amy answered it, speaking tersely. "Yes," Amy said.

"No," Amy said.

"OK," Amy said. She hung up the phone and placed it gingerly on the table like she was afraid it might explode.

"Mom and Dad are going to be out all night," Amy said, "Apparently it's snowing, and they're worried about getting trapped somewhere."

I looked out the window. There were a few flakes, but it was hardly a blizzard. I wondered if my parents had been planning this little weekend getaway all along.

"Conveniently, they've found a hotel room out near them," Amy said, clearly reaching the same conclusion, "They'll be home tomorrow morning." Jenna started to ask something, but Amy glowered at her. The unsettling stillness washed back

over us.

When we were finished eating, Amy announced that we would be having a family meeting in her old bedroom after we cleaned up. I washed the dishes while the twins dried. I could tell they wanted to ask me what had was going on, but no one said anything. Then we tromped upstairs like prisoners to our fate.

Amy barely used her bedroom. It was furnished for a high school girl who no longer existed. My parents had left it that way, I suppose hoping it might entice their daughter to visit more often? Or maybe, with so many other rooms in the house, they forgot to redo it? I don't know.

Amy had a big, white bed with pink carpeting and light pink walls with white trim. There was an old, lacquered white dresser and a desk. The room was otherwise empty. There were no toys or posters on the wall. It looked like a model or a magazine photo shoot. Girl Teen's Bedroom. Use code T1835 to order now! (Actual teen girl not included. Stop calling us, creepos.)

Amy stood in the center of the room. She motioned for me to line up against the wall, like I was getting in front of a firing squad. The twins sidled up to our older sister.

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After her bath, Amy had changed back into her blue tank top and sweats. Her long, honey gold hair was up in a ponytail. The twins both had on dark leggings and oversized sweaters - Jenna's was gold and Brianna's was green. Jenna's brown hair was up in a ponytail like her older sister's, but Brianna's blonde tresses hung long and loose.

"What's going on?" Jenna asked.

"Yes, what's up with you and Chase?" Brianna asked.

"Apparently, your older brother likes to spy on his naked sisters." Amy pointed at me, accusingly, as she spoke.

"Amy, I swear I didn't mean to. The door was cracked open and I..."

"That door was shut tight," Amy said, "I made sure of it myself before getting in the bath."

"I'm sure it was an accident, Ames," Jenna said, "Chase wouldn't intentionally perv on you."

"Yes, Chase isn't like that," Brianna said.

"Oh, come on," Amy said, "You can't tell me you've never noticed our brother checking you out. I swear he's got, like, a permanent crick in his neck from looking at our tits all day."

To my shame, my younger sisters nodded ruefully. Damn. Well, she had me there. I knew I wasn't supposed to notice my sisters but, I mean, come on! You try being chaste around all that fantastic female flesh. I had to glance every now and again. I still felt bad about doing it, though.

"I'm sorry, Amy. Girls. I really am," I said, "What can I do to make it up to you? Seriously, I'll do whatever it takes to make this right."

All three sisters crossed their arms in the exact same way. It would have been cute if it wasn't so mortifying.

"I'm glad you feel that way, Chase," Amy said, "Since you spied on your naked sister, I think it's only fair that we get to see you naked now, too."

My heart stopped. Something about standing there in Amy's girlie-pink room, all three sisters staring at me, I couldn't bear the thought of being naked in front of them. I know that sounds like a double standard from a guy who was just waxing poetic about his older sister's bare backside. But there it is.

"Well?" Amy asked, "Get on with it."

OK, I knew I didn't want to get naked in front of my three, fully-clothed sisters. But I doubted that flat out refusing would get me anywhere. I needed to bargain this sentence down at least a little bit. "Why does it have to be all of us here?" I asked, "Shouldn't it be just you and me?"

"You've been staring at all of us all week," Amy said, "All of us should get to see you."

I looked over at the twins, expecting them to protest. Instead they stared back at me. Not completely angry, but not exactly pleased, either. Instinctively, I looked down at my outfit. I had a black, concert t-shirt on and a pair of blue jeans. I felt naked already.

"I only saw your bu... Your backside, Amy," I said, "And it was for, like, a second. So, what if I just turn around, pull down my pants, and, you know?"