Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Christine thought the fighting would get better once everyone settled in for the ride, but, if anything, the kids only bickered more. Worse, her husband seemed to be physically pained by every angry word. Christine swore she could hear his teeth crunching over the roar of the engine. She reached over and patted his leg again.

"You're so tense, hon," she said, "And you've got such low energy. Don't worry, I think I have just the thing."

The whole car groaned, James included. The family was well indoctrinated on the nature of Christine's health program. It had started after her residency. After all those crazy hours (not to mention the three kids), she'd become addicted to caffeine and junk food and it showed. She'd found herself flabby in all sorts of places, started getting acne like she was 15 again, just hated herself. The person she saw in the mirror.

So, Christine started exercising a little. Then a lot. She changed her whole diet. It was constant work, but she was in better shape now than she'd been in her entire life. But Christine wasn't content to keep her new lifestyle to herself. She felt so much better and she wanted her whole family to feel the same way.

She loved that her husband still had an athlete's body, and with her help, he'd kept himself trim. The couple both worked out together and their competitive natures kept things fresh. Sure, James had some crinkles around his eyes and his hair was going silver at the sides, but otherwise he could easily have been mistaken for ten years younger.

Their children were all also in excellent shape, though Molly had put on a little baby fat through puberty and was still sloughing some of it off. Still, Christine thought, why feel good when you could feel even better?

So, the whole family had done crossfit together and went paleo for a while. Did all kinds of cleanses and took special supplements. Christine thought of herself as a kind of family chemist, experimenting with different combinations till she found the perfect one.

"You all complain about the pills now," Christine said, "But when you have twice the energy and none of the mopes, you'll be thanking me."

"Or we'll all be crapping our brains out," Alexis said, "Remember the cranberry cleanse?"

"Oh God," Austin said, "I still get nauseous whenever I see a bottle of Ocean Spray."

Well, Christine thought, at least the kids were agreeing on something. Even if it meant they were all united against her.

*

It was only three hours of driving, but by the time they pulled up to the campsite, Austin was already done with the vacation. His big sister, Alexis, was up his ass the whole drive and the rest of the family seemed happy to fill in behind her. Even his Mom, usually his champion, had seemed perfectly happy to sit back and let his sisters have their way with him.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

As soon as his father stopped the car, Austin leapt out like he thought the engine was about to explode. He stood off to the side and stretched. Soaked in the momentary freedom. Even through his anger, Austin found himself glorifying in the view. Not the lake -- the lush valley, the rush of the distant waterfall, the clean smell of grass and pine. No, there was another, far more enchanting, scene that Austin was entranced with. One he couldn't stop enjoying, no matter how wrong he knew it was.

Alexis got out of the car first. Lexi, he corrected himself, though he didn't know why she'd decided to take start calling herself that. Like it made her a different person or something. Austin thought it was so fake, which was why he insisted on calling her Alexis, no matter how many times she corrected him. Austin hated his sister, truly, in a way that only siblings could despise each other.

That's what made his current obsession so much harder (and boy were those words appropriate). Because as he glared at Alexis with hatred, Austin also ogled her with lust. It wasn't a conscious decision to feel this way (quite the opposite, in fact), but even now, watching his older sister get out of the car, Austin wondered how he ever could not appreciate his sister.

Alexis was tall, almost Austin's height, and thin like their mother. Raven black hair and bright green eyes. She had almost no chest, but she still had a great body -- her long legs, in particular. Austin imagined them wrapped around his waist many times while he was...

Well, there was no point in dwelling on it.

Molly got out of the car next. Austin's baby sister was almost the opposite of Alexis. About a foot shorter than him with broad shoulders and flowing blonde curls, Molly was curvy as hell. She didn't appeal as much to Austin, he liked his girls skinny, but he could still appreciate his little sister's massive tits and plump, prominent ass. Molly didn't feature as often in Austin's fantasies -- and when she did she was more of a side-feature (if you get the meaning) -- but he still enjoyed watching her.

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Finally, Austin saw his Mom coming around from the front of the car. She was about Molly's height, but she had Alexis' body, all the way. Better than Alexis', being honest. His mother was a machine. Muscular and taut with these deep green eyes that seemed to burn right through you. Austin appreciated Molly and he wanted Alexis, but his Mom? Austin thought she was the most sexy, incredible woman he'd ever seen.

Christine looked over at her son and seemed to catch him staring. Austin quickly glanced around for a distraction. Reflexively, he pulled out his phone and flicked it on. Nothing. Not even the echo of a signal reached into the park. He was walking around with a big black brick in his pocket for the duration of the trip. Damn.

Austin's father came over and looked down at the phone.

"No signal?" James asked, he sounded as excited as Austin was distraught, "Good. We've got better things to do than stare at screens all week."

Together, the two men unpacked the car and set up the tents. There were three of them: one for the parents, one for the two girls, and a single for Austin, himself.

As they worked, Austin did his best to focus only on the natural spectacle surrounding them. They had a secluded spot about a ten minutes' walk to the water. Bathrooms and showers were also about ten minutes away in the other direction. The campsite was surrounded by trees. There was a small picnic table, a charcoal grill, and -- most importantly -- no people. It really was beautiful. Frustratingly secluded and silent, but beautiful.