Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

It's Only Fair: EP22

We took the subway up to the North End. Amy led us through tight, almost Old World, wandering streets. Past

buildings that looked like they'd been built before the US was a country. The whole way, we braced ourselves

against the arctic winds.

Amy had made reservations for us at stiny red sauce joint that was little more than a storefront window and

ten tables. We had a big meal, Amy had more wine, and we all enjoyed ourselves immensely. Afterwards, we

went down the street and bought cannoli. Then we went back to Amy's apartment.

We were all food drunk and giggly. Amy's place felt so warm and inviting to me, after enduring the cold outdoor

air.

"Well, that's been enough excitement for me," Amy said, "Tfor bed." She stumbled a bit as she walked,

clearly drunker than she'd initially let on.

The twins eyedand Amy nervously. There was a pause, probably no more than a second, but it felt like hours.

Tstretched out in front of us like an icy, unsalted road wrapping around a cliffside in a storm. A great slippery

ribbon with tons of danger but little safety. This was the moment of truth, my sisters' eyes told me. The thing the

twins had professed to be so afraid of. The instant Amy had sworn was about to come.

"You guys can crash out here, right?" Amy said. The tension untangled. | realized I'd been holding my breath. The

once-silent room kicked in, like someone had unmuted the TV. Jenna and Brianna nodded enthusiastically.

Amy brought out sspare pillows. The twins both set up on the floor, cedingthe very comfortable couch.

We all took turns brushing our teeth in the bathroom. Brianna and Jenna put on very conservative, warm flannel

pajama sets. | was wearing my usual t-shirt and boxers. Amy had on dark blue, silk pajamas, but they covered

her from wrist to ankle. It was all very appropriate, as Jenna had demanded earlier.

Finally, Amy closed the curtains on her massive window, then turned out the lights. She went off to her bedroom

and shut the door. The three of us lay in silence.

"See? This is nice," | said.

"It is," Brianna said.

"Tomorrow will be fun, too," | said.

"l guess so," Jenna said.

| turned on my side feeling warm and cozy. Once again, my expectations had been thrown for a loop. My dick

had anticipated a far different evening and, with no sisters on offer, did its best to penetrate the couch instead. |

tried to ignore my hard on. This was fine. This was good. | wasn't at all disappointed that a whole day (a whole

week!) had passed, and nothing had been even slightly flirty.

After all, it's what my sisters wanted.

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"Fuck!"

1 woke up to Amy groaning. She was still in her pajamas, rummaging around the apartment. "Not one

goddammed Tylenol in the whole fucking place." | slowly sat up on the couch. The early light blindedthrough

the grand open window. My steel erection from the night before had been reinforced with severe morning wood. |

found a throw pillow and quickly covered myself.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" Amy said it again. She was now rifling through the kitchen.

The twins slowly got up, rubbing their eyes like they'd stepped out of a cliched cartoon.

"What's happening?" Brianna asked.

"I'm fucking hungover, that's what," Amy said, "My whole body's aching, my head is throbbing, and | swear to

God if someone doesn't dim that light, I'm going to go on a murder spree."

Now here was the Amy | knew from childhood. The one that threatened a bloody massacre if no one dialed down

the sun for her.

"I might have something in my bag," | said. The last tI'd used this suitcase, it was for a hockey tournament

out of town. | was pretty sure | still had pain pills in the front pocket.

| got off the couch and went to grab my bag from the corner of the room. As | passed, Jenna yawned and

stretched. | couldn't help but glance at her cute, flat tummy. She looked over at me, then her eyes widened. |

saw where she was staring and nearly jumped. In all the excitement, | forgot about my not-so-little friend.

"Sorry, | just have to pee," | said.

"Uh huh," Jenna said.

I quickly bent down near my bag to hide my erection, then unzipped the pouch. Sure enough, a full bottle of

Tylenol rattled into my hands. | handed it to Amy, who praisedlike I'd handed her a stack of gold coins. Then

| scampered off to the bathroom to urinate. | felt better, but my erection didn't even flag. | forced it back into my

boxers, but it was like hiding an elephant under a bedsheet: concealed in only the most cursory fashion, and

easily identified by shape alone. | cback out, sadly still pointing north. | quickly made my way to the couch

and retrieved my protective pillow. What did Jenna wantto do about it, anyway? My penis had expectations,

dammit. It wasn't his fault that the girls had all done something rational and proper.

"Ffffffffffuck," Amy said, again. She kept repeating the word as if it was skind of magical mantra. She sat on

the couch next toand held her head like she was worried it might roll off. "Wine is the worst." "I'm sorry,

Amy," | said.

"Well, | can't wait to get going on our day," Jenna said.

"Sounds like so much fun," Brianna said. Both girls got up and headed to the bathroom.

"We're not going anywhere," Amy said, talking to the floor. My twin sisters froze in place. | couldn't help but

enjoy that Brianna's massive bust kept moving even though she'd stopped. Jenna had no such issue.

"| can't leave the apartment," Amy said, "I can barely get off the couch."

The twins eyed each other. | felt like | could see the thoughts running through their minds. On the one hand, it

was pretty insensitive to see their older sister in pain and force her to plow through. On the other, the only

reason they felt safe in Amy's apartment was that they weren't going to be staying there. The promise of a day

out had been what kept the twins calm. Now, it seemed they would be doing nothing of the sort.

"Look, girls, | get it," Amy said. She was still not moving anything but her mouth, "But, could you please pretend

to be understanding for once and not be selfish brats."

Jenna and Brianna both had the sense to look ashamed.

"We could hang out and have a pajama day," | said, doing my best to sound enthusiastic without shaking up

Amy, "That could be fun. Watch a bunch of movies, eat crappy food. That kind of thing."

Amy rubbed my shoulder, then looked up at the girls. Her eyes burned like twin-seeking missiles. Brianna and

Jenna both agreed immediately with my plan.

"That would be great," Jenna said.

"Sounds fun," Brianna said.

"Maybe if you're feeling better, we'll go out this afternoon instead," Jenna said.

"Sure," Amy said.

"I'll pick a movie," | said, "Why don't you girls get snacks."

We all went about getting ready for the morning. The twins used the bathroom and cleaned up their makeshift

beds but stayed in their pjs. Amy drank about a gallon of ice water. | took apart the couch and spread pillows on

the floor so we could all camp out. Then | found something silly on Netflix.

We all sat in a circle in front of the warm glow of the TV. The twins brought over two large bowls -- one filled with

popcorn, the other with rainbow-colored gummy fish.

Amy eyed the candy oddly.

"We found them in a plastic bag in the cabinet," Jenna said.

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They're super tasty," Brianna said.

The twins ate two each, then turned

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the hand-holding type. The twins sat

off to the side, away from both of us.

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"My stomach is wrecked," she said. | reached for the bowl, but she subtly pushed my hand away. She gavea

strange look, so | handed the fish back to the twins and ate popcorn, instead. Jenna and Brianna didn't notice

Amy's odd behavior. They both downed another handful of gummies when | gave them back.

About halfway through the movie, Amy got up and went into her bedroom. We could hear her rummaging around

in there. | wondered if she was getting dressed, signaling to us that her hangover had subsided, and we were

about to move on with our day.

"Chase, | need your help!" Amy called. | hopped off the floor and headed over. Amy was sitting on the bed. She

was still in her silky, yet conservative navy pajamas, but she made them look damn good. My younger sisters, as

I've said, were cute. Amy was fucking gorgeous.

She had a beautiful face with big green eyes, a cute, button nose and broad, expressive lips. Her blonde hair,

even uncombed and sleepy, ran in golden rivulets over her shoulders and down her chest. Women who look like

my sister are a different species than you or I. She should have been displayed in a museum, not sitting in some

one-bedroom apartment talking to her dopey brother.

And her body? Amy was a woman in every sense of the word. She had the ideal female shape: tall, with

prominent breasts and wide hips. A taut little tummy and shapely legs. Her skin was tan and flawless. I've used

the word goddess before for Amy -- | truly think people would worship her if given the chance. Lord knows, | did.

My older sister gazed up atwith a naughty grin. The haze of hangover was completely gone. She didn't even

givea preamble, just got right to the point. "If we're going to get you laid, you're going to have to help a

heck of a lot more than this," she said. It was like she was telling| needed to study more for the big test or

clean my bedroom. Do your duty and do your sisters, young man.

"Amy, | don't know," | said.

She reached over and grabbed my dick through my boxers. | practically cin her hand right there; | was

already so worked up.

"That's OK," she said, "He knows." She squeezed my cock on the word 'he,' in case her implication was unclear.

She began lightly strokingup and back. Just enough to keepon edge. My balls went from ache to burn. "I

know Amy, | want you so bad, too," | said.

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Everything Amy did fit into the

equation, but none of it added up. At

first, | supposed it was her kink, that

she liked to watch. Or, and | tried my

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how many times it dobpedup, she

wasibei sadistic -- intentionally

trying to break the twins, pervert

them in the literal sense, as a way of

making herself feel better. Amy had

always openly resented us, the

younger siblings. She felt like we

were spoiled by our parents while

she, seven years older, had been

made to suffer. Like | said, it was a

thought that occurred, but it was one

| tried to avoid. It was far too dark for