Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

Once in my flat I dumped my pile of clothes along with my boots by the couch in the living area and headed for the bedroom. Each step closer to the large, plush queen size bed became heavier with exhaustion, and the promise of sleep was making my body become drowsy, and I passed out on top of the covers as soon as I hit the bed.

I awoke the next morning feeling more than a little disorientated. The unfamiliar room was a shock to my brain as I tried to recall where I was and how I got there, then I remembered. I’d travelled across the ocean to meet my estranged family, my four sisters. My siblings weren’t exactly what I was expecting-although I really didn’t have any expectations-since they seemed to be into a lot of similar music to myself, and even had a fashion sense and style that would have fit right in with my group of friends back home. Each one of them was a knock-out, and if I’d have seen any of them at a concert, I would have tried to get their number. Being related to them made those feelings of attraction far more awkward.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Amanda had a fantastic personality, and we had a very close taste in music. She was beautiful, friendly, funny and just a joy to be around.

Emily and her twin Mel were quite the opposite of one another, but they still held themselves the same and had similar mannerisms. Although Emily was by far the more openly friendly of the two, always smiling and offering hugs. Mel was a little more reserved, but I had a feeling it was more of a shy nature over being rude. I looked forward to seeing her open up a little more.

Erica was the wildcard of the family, that was obvious even after just meeting them yesterday. She was drop-dead gorgeous with sultry eyes, luscious lips and curves that would make any swim-suit model envious. But she also had an aura about her that screamed “danger dude!” and I wasn’t sure if her open flirtation and flaunting of her body to me was out of attraction, or to simply get a reaction out of me. Either way it was a dangerous situation to be in with your own sister.

I hoped these feelings of attraction would subside once I got to know each of the women in my family, because I couldn’t trust myself around them if I was constantly aroused. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt them-that just wasn’t me-but I also didn’t want to live in those conditions. If shit didn’t calm down, I’d have to look for a place of my own. If I could afford it.

In my groggy, half-sleep state, I wandered into the bathroom to take a piss. I was still wearing the boxer briefs I’d been wearing when I went for a late-night swim with my sisters last night, so I stripped them off, tossing them into the corner. My head was a little sore from drinking-since I was tired and hadn’t hydrated enough yesterday-and I didn’t even notice the shower was running, or when it turned off.

“Guess I should have locked the door,” Erica’s voice cut through my dazed mind.

“Oh shit!” I had just finished pissing and flushed the toilet, but I was still naked when the door to the shower swung open.

“Sorry to startle you big bro, but could you pass me a towel,” Erica said, and I could hear the mirth in her tone.

“Yeah… sure, one sec,” I looked around the small bathroom for a towel, and saw them hanging by the door, closer to Erica than they were to me.

Instead of arguing, I cupped my penis with one hand-which was becoming increasing harder to do since he knew there was a naked goddess in the room-and reached over to pull a towel from the rack, blindly handing it to Erica. Even though I tried to keep my eyes averted, I still looked, and I was stunned like a deer in the headlights. Although these headlights were double-D weapons of mass distraction.

Erica had opened the shower door completely and stood there as naked as the day she was born. Her glorious tits sat almost unnaturally perky for their size, and I found my eyes lock onto her hard nipples before trailing down her swim-suit model stomach, over her curvy hips and across visible bald pubis before taking in her long, toned legs. Her skin was a slight shade darker than Amanda’s, but she was still quite pale. Amanda had the perfect moonlight tan.

“You can take a picture if you want, you won’t be the first,” Erica winked at me as she took the towel.

“Sorry,” I said, averting my eyes.

“It’s okay, I’m use to it,” she replied with a casual shrug.

She began towelling her body dry and I was starting to wonder why I hadn’t left the room yet. I should leave the room. Brothers shouldn’t stand in a room, naked, with their younger sister while she dried her body. But I didn’t leave.

Erica took a step out of the shower and I stepped back to give her room. I realized I was hanging around for a glimpse at her body some more, and it was starting to feel weird. I could always just say I was waiting to use the shower; I did need one after all. Now that she was out, I could jump in and close the door to put something between our naked bodies and cool my shit with an icy cold shower.

“All yours bro,” Erica said with a pleasant, innocent smile.

“Thanks,” I stammered.

What had this woman done to my brain? I never stammered around beautiful women. I was confident that most women would find me attractive, even if I hadn’t had a lot of time in my old life for dating. I could easily find the words needed to speak to a pretty girl, make her laugh and have a good time. But Erica had scrambled my brain, making me think and act like a pimply teenager in high school trying to ask out his crush. That wasn’t me at all.

If she wanted to play this game, then so was I.

I let my hands drop away from my crotch, and my erection bounded free like an escaping prisoner, pointing directly at Erica. I saw her eyes widened just a touch, her lips part slightly and I thought I saw surprise in her beautiful blue eyes. My plan had worked. I had rattled her.