Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

“Holy shit,” Sarah said as I slipped out of her and collapsed on the couch beside her.

“Yeah,” I said, still breathing heavily.

“I think I need to call in sick,” Sarah added, sitting up and stretching her muscles. “I’m not going to be walking right for a few days.”

“Sorry,” I chuckled. More than a little proud of myself.

“I’ll take a few days off if it means getting fucked like that again,” she laughed. “I have no idea what got into you near the end.”

“Pent up frustration,” I shrugged.

“Well. I’ll be happy to help you release it when I can,” she smiled.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“When you can?” I asked, a little curious as to her choice of words.

“Yeah,” Sarah sighed, collapsing back and nestling into me again. “I should probably tell you that I’m not exactly single.”

“You have a boyfriend?” I asked. Not surprised, as she was a super-babe and could pull any guy. Just a little put-off by her cheating on someone with me.

“No,” she shook her head. “I’m married. But we are kind of separated.”

“Kind of?” I asked.

“Well. I told him I wanted a break. He said we’d talk about it when he got back from his business trip,” she explained.

“I see,” I replied, a little shocked by the news.

“I really am sorry. I wanted to tell you, but I was worried you’d turn me down, and I really needed this,” Sarah said softly. “Our sex life has been lacking a lot lately and I just thought if I got it out of my system then maybe we could sort it out.”

“Do you still think that?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” Sarah sighed. “Do you hate me?”

I thought about her dilemma for a few moments. On one hand, she was cheating on her husband-which was a shitty thing to do. But it seemed like there were issues in their marriage that he needed to see to also. If all she needed was a good fuck a few times a week, surely her husband could fulfill that need for her. She was a young, healthy woman after all. Not to mention insanely attractive. She had gone about it the wrong way, but I couldn’t bring myself to dislike her, let-alone hate her. Plus, I did get to have some great sex.

“Nah,” I said, pulling her into a hug. “Not at all.”

“Thanks, Nick,” she giggled. “I was hoping you’d understand.”

“I don’t agree with your choices,” I added. “But I’ll respect your decision to make them and I’ll keep your secret.”

“Thank you for being so understanding,” she grinned and kissed me on the cheek. “Want me to suck you off as a thank you?”

“I’m good thanks,” I chuckled. “I don’t think he could take much more right now.”

“That’s fair,” she smiled. “Maybe we can do this again? If that’s okay with you.”

I thought about the consequences of continuing to sleep with a married woman. We’d already done the deed, but I had been in the dark about her relationship. I could easily play the ‘plausible deniability’ card if ever confronted with an angry husband. But if I continued to sleep with Sarah, it would be with the full knowledge that I was fucking the shit out of someone else’s wife. The thought of someone I was married to fucking another man made me angry as all hell. But then again, I’d be fucking her if she needed it. I knew I was just trying to justify my actions and make myself okay with banging a married woman. I needed an outlet from all the sexual tension that built up daily around the house. There was always Jen. But I genuinely liked Sarah much more than the stuck-up goth princess.

“Let’s just play it by ear for now,” I replied. “I need to have a think about everything you’ve told me.”

“I understand,” she smiled. “Thank you, Nick.”

Despite my words of non-commitment. We made out on the couch for another ten minutes before we finally made it to the shower. Sarah was able to walk, although she was a little wobbly on her feet. We set about washing one-another and spent more time making out under the hot spray of water before we were finally dried, dressed, and finally able to keep our hands to ourselves. She was married. But I just kept telling myself that if he didn’t want to fuck her, I would.

“Do you need a ride home?” Sarah asked, drying her hair with a thick blue towel.

“That would be great,” I replied. “I’m more than a little tired.”

“I bet,” she winked. “A ride home is the least I can do for you.”

Ten minutes later I was giving Sarah a quick kiss goodbye before turning to the front door. It was still morning and I wondered which of my sisters were awake. Surely Amanda would be up and about, Emily too. I hadn’t really patched things up with either of them, so this could turn into a very awkward morning. Maybe I could sneak around the back and up to my flat without seeing anyone. Anyone who was already up probably thought I was still in bed anyway. Unless one of them had come to check on me. It wouldn’t be out of character for Emily to come up early to see me, but after last night I highly doubted my brunette sister wanted to see me, let alone talk to me. I really needed to patch things up with her. I hated myself for the look on her face when she ran off last night.

I had been struggling with myself over the incident with Emily all morning. Had I been too firm with her? Or was it just right to put an end to something wrong? Was it even all that wrong? Nothing felt as right as when I held one of my siblings, or even thought about them. There must have been a reason I couldn’t get my rocks off unless I was thinking about one of them.

I knew I loved them. I would die for any of them without hesitation. I would protect them and look out for them. But did that mean I needed to protect them from myself?

I was still struggling with my own thoughts when I made it around to the backyard through the side gate. I was so torn as to what I should do. I felt the pull of my siblings even now. I wanted nothing more than to taste Amanda’s lips again. To hold Emily in my arms. To feel Erica’s body against mine. To see Mel’s gorgeous smile.

Thoughts of Mel being included in my sexual fantasies weren’t normal. Sure, she was sexy and beautiful. Just like her sisters. But I hadn’t felt the immediate pull from the platinum blonde as I had the others. Mel was scarily intelligent and perceptive. She had a cool demeanour that made it hard to tell what she was thinking. But there was something there now.

It was her I imagined as I climaxed with Sarah. It was Mel that writhed beneath me as I pumped her like an animal in heat. It was Mel’s voice I heard moaning my name.

And I was as hard as a flagpole once more.

“Good morning, Nick.”

I snapped my head to the side to see Mel sitting by the pool. She smiled at me from under a black, wide-brimmed hat as she lowered a thick book she was reading. Her smile made my heart skip a beat.

My platinum haired sister… was completely naked.