Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

Once we were all clean–after messing ourselves up again–and dried, we decided it might be best to sleep in Erica’s bed for the night. My sheets were a mess, and the smell of the night’s activities was far worse than it had been in the past. We both dressed–me in a pair of shorts and Erica her robe–before stripping my sheets off the bed and opening a few windows before heading down to the main house, hand in hand.

The bottom floor of the house was dark, but I could hear talking from upstairs. Erica deposited the dirty sheets in the laundry while I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. The washing machine started up, and Erica met me by the base of the stairs.

“You know how to use the washing machine?” I asked jokingly.

“Shut up,” Erica smiled, rolling her eyes. “I’m totally house-wife material. I just have all this too.”

Erica ran her hands down her body, pulling the robe up at the hem to display her long, smooth legs. Which I totally indulged in. Even though I just saw her naked, I never grew tired of checking her out.

“You sure the others won’t mind?” I asked, glancing upstairs.

“Only Amanda. And she is just jealous she isn’t fucking you,” Erica shrugged. “But that’s her fault, not yours. You’d join her in bed now if she asked you.”Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“You saying I’m easy?” I asked, acting offended.

“No, my dear brother,” Erica smiled, placing a hand on my cheek. “But you have seen Manda’s ass, haven’t you? Hell, even I’d fuck her if she wasn’t so straight.”

I didn’t know why, but I hadn’t really thought about my sisters in bed with one another. They were all into me–and obviously okay with a modicum of incest–but it never really crossed my mind to think about how they felt about each other. There were no signs of anything happening behind the scenes before I came home, but did that mean the feelings and thoughts were never there, to begin with? Or did I start some fucked up chain reaction with sisters wanting each other?

It was an interesting chain of thought. I’d have to bring it up with Mel next time we have some privacy. It involved sex and her siblings, so I was sure she, the little nymphomaniac, would enjoy the topic.

“You all have nice butts,” I said, trying to stay neutral on the topic of which sister had the best rack/ass/legs. I may not be experienced in dating multiple women at once. But I wasn’t an idiot.

“Good answer,” Erica smiled. “But we all know Amanda has the best ass. There is no shame in being second to that trophy, and I feel no shame in being second to any of my sisters because they are all amazing.”

“You’re good,” I laughed. “I may have to get you to write some talking points down for me.”

“Anything for you, my love.”

Erica stepped into my arms, and we shared a soft, sensual kiss. My hands rested on her lower back, and I felt–more than heard–Erica moan into my mouth as my fingers pressed against the small dimples on her back. I had found out early on that these dimples were like little on buttons for her libido. Pushing them both at the same time was a sure-fire way to get Erica grinding against your leg like a cat in heat.

“We’ll have to be quiet,” I whispered into her ear, knowing what she wanted.

“Then you’ll have to gag me with something big,” Erica whispered back, running her tongue up my neck.

My cock bounced to life and throbbed with the need of the moment. It was late–or early in the morning–but I didn’t have work tomorrow, and Erica would be gone for a couple of days.

“Let’s go see what I can do about that.”

I awoke the next day closer to midday than I would have liked. Erica had kept me up most of the night and early morning with her insatiable desires. Not that I was complaining, but by the fifth climax on my part, I was ready to drop into a coma for a week.

I had Erica’s massive, four-poster, black-silk sheeted bed to myself when I finally woke up. My mind was a little foggy, but I was starting to remember the morning. Erica had woken far earlier than usual since she had to get a train to the city to meet her friend. We shared a few minutes of kissing in bed before she had to get dressed and meet Amanda downstairs for a ride to the train station. It was the first time I had stayed in Erica’s room, and I was only just noticing the very Erica-like decor that gave the room life.

The walls were painted a deep red, and the bed was dark mahogany, giving the room a rich feel. A matching dresser with a mirror ran along one wall with neatly arranged candles, make-up, and a few small dragon figures. One of them had smoke coiling up from its nostrils from a small incense cone Erica had lit before leaving. The musky smell filled the room and made me think of her body, her touch, and her moans.

A knock at the door brought me entirely out of my slumber, and the door swinging open a second later made me jump in bed. I sat upright, pulling the thin, silky sheet around my waist.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Mel smiled, strutting into the room as if it were her own. “Time to get dressed.”

I didn’t know where Mel got the idea that I needed to get dressed while she was walking around the house in what she currently wore. The top she had donned this morning barely covered her perky breasts, her nipples plainly visible through the thin fabric and her skimpy underwear was so sheer that it would probably dissolve in water. Her long, platinum hair hung loosely today, flowing down her shoulders and reaching her tight little ass.

Knowing Mel, she would have picked this outfit out very carefully.

“Aren’t you going to get dressed?” I asked.

“You want me to put more clothes on?” Mel asked, sliding onto the mattress beside me. She crossed her legs and let them dangle off the edge of the bed, half turning her body to face me.

“I didn’t say that. I’d prefer you in less,” I smiled.

“Good answer,” Mel grinned. “Maybe some breakfast in bed is in order for the day.”

Mel crawled into the bed, kneeling before me as she unceremoniously ripped her tiny top over her head, tossing it across the room. Her small, perky breasts bounced delightfully as she groped at them with her small, delicate hands.

“You like?” She asked, wiggling her hips.

“Very much,” I said, already breathing heavy. Was it finally going to happen? There was very little chance of being interrupted this time. I could practically feel her body writhing against mine.

“Very much,” I said, pulling the sheet back and letting my erection bounce free.

Mel eyed my cock hungrily–biting her bottom lip–but a look of uncertainty crossed her beautiful face. It was gone as fast as it appeared, but it was there. Something was wrong.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want,” I said, not making a move on her but also not making a move to cover myself.

“I want to. I really fucking do,” Mel sighed. “But Emily had lunch ready, so we should probably go. Otherwise, I’m going to keep you to myself all day.”

Cockblocked again, but this time it was for a good reason. Mel was right, it was my first weekend with just the twins, and I wanted to spend time with both of them. Emily had gone to the trouble of making lunch, and I didn’t want to disappoint her.

And Mel was right. If I laid hands on her now, I wouldn’t be able to stop.