Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

Amanda was also heading away for the weekend. Craig’s family owned a house on the coast about six hours away, and the two were headed there for a weekend away. I was almost tempted to ask if I could go along to that one just so I could keep an eye on the king douche.

That would leave Emily and Mel in the house with me all weekend, and Mel had made it abundantly clear that she had no plans to leave the house. Something about video games and not wearing pants. I hadn’t spent much time in my life playing video games–since we could never really afford them–but I was totally on board with the no pants part of her plan.

I shared a smile with Emily after the meal was done. We’d get to spend plenty of time together this weekend. And I was really looking forward to it. We hadn’t yet had sex, but each night that she came to me, we explored one another deeply, and there was no question that the both of us were satisfied at the end of a night together. I really wanted to make love to my beautiful, goofy sister. But even if I wasn’t her brother, this would be her first time with anyone, so I understood how big of a step this was for her.

“Is there any point in me saying you don’t need to help with this?” Amanda asked with a raised eyebrow when I started helping her clear the table.

“Not really,” I grinned. “But feel free to try.”

“I think I’ll avoid that exercise in futility,” Amanda smiled, then surprised me with a quick peck on the cheek. “Thank you for being you.”

No problem,” I smiled back at the raven-haired beauty. “I’ll take the rubbish out.”

I gathered up the takeaway containers we had emptied and dumped them in the garbage. I tied off the bag and hoisted it over my shoulder before heading through the sliding door into the backyard. The garbage bins sat around the side of the house, just off a small path by a gate that led to the front yard. I dumped the rubbish and pulled a cigarette out, lighting it up and leaning against the red-brick wall. The spot on my cheek where Amanda’s lips had touched still tingled and I could feel a faint ghost of her lips still. Every time we hugged, kissed, or even remotely brushed against one another, it left me feeling dizzy and distracted for a good while after. I wasn’t sure if it was the intense feelings I had for her or the fact that I couldn’t have her that was making it worse. I could only imagine how it would feel to hold her in my arms and share a bed with her.

I took my time smoking my cigarette, giving myself a moment to clear my head. I had hoped that spending the day rehearsing with the band would help with my feelings towards Amanda–with her boyfriend being around and all–but it hadn’t. If anything, being around Craig and Amanda had only cemented how wrong he was for her–or anyone for that matter. I knew I could make her happy, and it killed me that I couldn’t.

What made it worse was I knew she wouldn’t reject me if I made a move. I knew it with absolute certainty, but I couldn’t do that to her. The last thing I wanted was for Amanda to question any relationship we had because of the way we got together.

“Hiding from me?”

I looked up to see Amanda standing by the corner of the house. She was leaning against the wall, her arms folded under her breasts. Her top must have gotten wet while doing the dishes, and while it didn’t turn see-through, it still clung enticingly to her body.

And I could tell from the firm outlines through her shirt that Amanda wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Just taking a break,” I replied, holding the cigarette out for Amanda. She took it and leaned against the wall beside me.

“You really were fantastic today,” Amanda said after a moment of silence.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Thanks. Practising with Emily has really helped,” I replied, taking the cigarette back from Amanda. “I hadn’t played all that much before coming here.”

“Well, you’re a natural,” Amanda smiled. “And don’t worry about Craig. He has this hero complex where he has to be the best at everything. He’ll feel threatened for a while, but he’ll get over it.”

I caught myself from saying what I really thought about Craig and his issues, but I stopped myself just in time. I had promised to be on Amanda’s side when it came to Craig, especially at home with our sisters. It wouldn’t be a good look for me to fold on that promise on the first day.

“I’m sure it’ll all work out,” I smiled. “I’m quite lovable after all.”

“I’ve noticed,” Amanda said quietly. “Anyway, I have a trip this weekend that I need to pack for, so I’ll leave you to it.”

The reddening of her cheeks and the speed at which Amanda retreated made me feel like Amanda felt as bothered as I was by our time together. I smiled to myself at that minor victory.

I may not have her, but I definitely owned a private parking space inside her head.

I stubbed out my cigarette and tossed it in the garbage before heading up to my flat. I thought about heading back inside to help with the cleaning, but I guessed if Amanda was outside chatting to me, it was probably all done. I could head inside and see who was still awake, but I had a suspicion that there was someone waiting for me in my flat.

All week I had gone to bed to find either Erica or Emily waiting for me. I never got to choose, and I never saw both of them at once. Meaning they obviously organised who was spending what night with me. I imagined a spreadsheet layout on Mel’s bedroom wall as she handed out assignments to her sisters for the month.

I wasn’t sure why I imagined Mel in that mix since we hadn’t even spent a night together yet, but it seemed fitting for the petite, platinum-haired demon.

I opened the door to my flat to find all the lights were off, but the glow of two dozen candles filled the small space, giving it a warm, cosy feeling. I closed the door behind me and kicked my shoes off. The main living room of my flat was empty, but the bedroom door was closed. I crossed the room slowly, knowing that my lover in the bedroom was waiting for me. I pushed the door opening slowly, knowing who I’d seen before my eyes lay upon them.

“Hello, beautiful. I thought I wasn’t going to see you for dessert?” I said, letting my eyes roam over Erica’s naked body. Erica laid out on my bed, the dozen or so candles in the room bathing her skin in a warm glow. Shadows danced across her flesh, concealing and revealing her perfection with quick, jagged motions.

“Hello, handsome,” Erica smiled, her eyes locking onto mine. “What can I say? You left me satisfied but wanting more.”

“Well,” I smiled, pulling my shirt over my head. “We can’t leave you wanting more.”

This time it was Erica’s turn to ogle my body. I was far from a super-ripped bodybuilder, but a life of hard work and being on the edge of poverty had done wonders for keeping myself in shape. Add that to my enjoyment of lifting heavy shit, and I was pretty happy with the looks I received from women whenever I took my shirt off. Especially if those women were my half-sisters.

“I may have to come here more often,” Erica said, still not looking me in the eyes.

“You’re more than welcome,” I replied, keeping up the play talk as I unbuckled my belt slowly. “You are a most valued visitor.”

Erica bit her bottom lip as my belt loosened and her eyes locked onto my crotch. I knew the best way to distract my sexy sibling in almost any scenario. I just had to pull out my dick. It was how I imagined I must look whenever Erica flashed her magnificent melons to me. Like an animal in the headlights.

The button popped on my jeans, and the zipper slowly slid down. Meanwhile, Erica’s shifted her position on the bed. Earlier, she was lying on her side, her legs bent at the knees, a hand on her hip, and one supporting herself as she propped her head up, waiting expectantly. Now she was lying on her stomach, lifting onto her hands and knees slowly as she inched closer to the edge of the bed. Her eyes never left my crotch.