Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

"OK then," Austin said. He took a deep breath, like he was about to jump off a very high diving board. The blond older brother reached down and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing those delicious abs again. He had a thin line of golden curls that went down the center of his pecs, growing gradually thicker as it headed down his treasure trail.

Austin looked right at his sister again. The implication was clear, but Molly pretended not to notice. Her brother shrugged and unsnapped his jeans next. He pushed them to the floor, then stepped out of his boxer-briefs. Totally naked, Austin stood on display for his baby sister.

OK, so maybe he had a reason to be so smug all the time. Molly ran her eyes up and down his body. She thought of the old meme: Dat ass tho! And those legs! And, again, that chest! Was he her father? No, he was not. But sometimes you don't feel like filet mignon. Sometimes you just want a cheeseburger. And Austin looked fucking tasty.

"Getting in the shower," Austin said, still strangely nervous. Maybe that was part of it too. Molly wasn't used to this side of her brother. This vulnerability.

Austin turned on the water. It choked and hissed. He stood there naked, waiting for it to steam while his sister watched him. Molly didn't do anything. Didn't speak or blink or even breathe. She watched like a jungle cat watches its prey. And got ready to pounce.

Very deliberately, Molly lifted her shirt over her head. She shook her blonde curls loose, which had the added benefit of making her giant tits shake as well. Maybe Austin had a thing for skinny chicks like Lexi or their Mom. But that didn't stop him from staring, gaping, at his little sister's big boobies.

Molly reached down and unsnapped her own jeans. She exaggerated how much they stuck to her full hips. She was wearing nothing but tiny pink panties now. Austin had forgotten completely about his shower.

"Water's getting cold," Molly said. She pointed him back.

"Yes," Austin said. His eyes never left his sister's pink, full body. Finally, he stepped into the shower. He swung the frosted glass door closed behind him.

Molly stood there for a moment. Then she giggled, tossed her panties aside, and hopped into the shower with her brother. She didn't wait to get used to the water or even let Austin react. Molly just jumped him, wrapping herself around her brother, almost tackling the two of them to the ground.

She pressed her lips to his. Wrapped her thigh around his waist. His sparse chest hair tickled at her nipples. Her sex spread against his own.

"Fuck, Molly," Austin gasped.

"That's the idea, yes," Molly said. She closed his mouth with her own. If there was one thing she knew about her brother, more touching and less talking was the way to go.

The hot water was burning her back, so she turned them around, letting Austin take the brunt of it. She traced her hands over her brother. The strength of his arms and chest. She felt herself getting wetter by the second.

Austin did the same to his baby sister, covering the usual areas of breasts and butt. He moved his mouth over and found her earlobe, sucking and biting. Molly gasped -- she didn't even realize she was sensitive there. It was almost as electric as if he'd been licking her nipples. Which was where her brother went next, after a quick stop at the nape of her neck. God, if there was a map to her body online, then Austin had clearly downloaded the PDF. How did he know her body better than she did, herself?

For her own part, Molly tired of touching her brother's impressive body and moved on to the good stuff. One hand on his buttcheek, the other on his cock. God, he felt so big in her hand. Maybe not longer than her Dad's but thicker. Molly wasn't a size queen. She'd figured out that the person attached to the penis mattered a hell of a lot more than length or girth. But she couldn't stop her knees from weakening at the thought of having that monster inside of her. Molly started to kneel down, to take her brother into her mouth like she did with her Daddy. But she stopped herself. With James, she'd suck him off, then bend over, pliant, and let him have his way with her.

Here she wanted something different. She felt his fingers at her furrow and spread her legs wide as she could give him access.

"Not exactly getting clean here, are we?" Austin said.

"This is way better," Molly said. She used her own hand to press Austin's digits inside of her. He complied with vigor, two full fingers right up her dripping chute. Her body welcomed the invaders with ease. Molly ran her hands down to her clit and began working it at the same pace as her brother's manual pumping. It was good. But she wanted more.

Molly pushed Austin's fingers away and reached for his cock.

"No," he said, showing remarkable self-control. "You first. Then me."

Molly wasn't used to hearing that. Wasn't anticipating her brother's focus on her pleasure. With her father, James just took her -- the orgasm was assumed. Its arrival was like a Japanese commuter train, inevitable. Austin treated Molly's cum more like a persnickety guest that had to be coddled before it would consider visiting.

Well, she wanted different. Molly kept rubbing her clit. She stepped back to give her brother a better view. He smiled at her warmly.

"Yes, Molly. Show me," he said, "Show your big brother how you get off."

Molly dipped her own finger inside herself, much more gently than her brother had. She found her g-spot and worked herself up and back. Watched her brother lazily stroke his own cock, clearly more for her enjoyment than for his. Molly's body bucked. She slowed her grip and suddenly there it was. Not a massive orgasm. A little cum: a blip, not a blast. But a nice little rush of endorphins that left her leaning back against the shower wall and panting.