Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

Erica only glared at me instead of replying. I knew exactly why she’d come to see me last night, and she knew that I knew. Erica had been playing this game with me since the minute we met. Flirting with me, teasing me and generally just doing anything to get a reaction out of me. Could she genuinely be jealous of someone else? She didn’t seem to mind when I was fucking Jen, but maybe it’s because she never saw her as competition. I had a feeling Erica didn’t get passed over for other girls very often.

“Are you jealous?” I arched an eyebrow at my sibling.

“Fuck you,” she whispered. “I don’t want you touching Emily.”

“She asked to stay, and I let her. Nothing happened,” I said. “Also… isn’t what we’ve been doing the same thing?”

Erica folded her arms under her breasts and continued to glare at me for a dozen seconds before replying. “That’s different.”

“How is it different?!” I asked.

“Because… she’s my little sister and…” she stammered.

“And what?” I pressed.

“Emily’s a virgin, you piece of shit,” Erica spat.

I had suspected my sister had been a virgin. Her self-esteem issues when it came to her sisters and how guys saw her was proof of that. But hearing it confirmed and suspecting it were two completely different things.

“We didn’t have sex,” I said. “She gave me a massage to help with my sore muscles, then asked if she could stay the night. Nothing happened.”

“Keep your hands off her,” Erica took a step closer and jabbed me in the chest with her finger. “She isn’t your plaything.”

I gritted my teeth at Erica’s tone. If she wasn’t my sister, I probably would have blown her out over acting this way. I was usually quite calm and easy going, but I hated it when people assumed the worst of me without even asking what was going one. It was one of my few faults I was aware of. I didn’t want to get mad at Erica, but there were other ways to get to her.

“I think you’re just jealous that I’m spending more time with our sister than I am with you,” I grinned. “Maybe you want me all to yourself.”

“Get fucked,” she replied, but it lacked a lot of her hostility.

“You know what we’ve been getting up to is much worse than just sharing a bed. Surely you can’t be that starved for male attention that you have to try to seduce your own brother,” I added.

Erica didn’t reply to my taunts, and as I suspected, there was something else going on with her. I wasn’t seeing the self-assured super-model babe that got whatever she wanted out of guys. I was seeing someone who was afraid of rejection. Could her infatuation with me be more than pure sexual attraction? Could she actually have feelings for me? It would explain why she was acting this way.

“Just stay aw-”

I interrupted Erica’s sentence by grabbing her hips and pulling her towards me. Our lips met and I felt a tiny of bit resistance before her mouth welcomed mine. Her tongue darted into my mouth and we fought for dominance as I slid my hands over her hips to grope at her impressive orbs. Erica moaned and pressed her whole body into mine as her hands ran under my shirt and she raked her nails across the flesh of my back.

She melted into my body as we continued to make out in the living room without a care in the world. I lifted the back of her shirt to get a better feel of her ass, and my hands ran over bare hips to cup her exposed cheeks. This girl had come down here to confront me without wearing any panties. Had she been hoping I’d notice and take advantage of the situation? Erica was a smart girl, so she must have had that in mind.

I walked her across the living room-our mouths never separating-and pressed her up against the wall. She was trapped between my body and the wall at her back. I felt every curve of her chest against mine as she pulled me against her like a starving woman getting her first meal in days. And I planned to give her more than just a taste.

I released my hold on her ass with one hand and slipped it between her spread legs. Her vagina was so smooth, and incredibly wet. I teased her clit gently and stroked her labia to spread her lubricant around her pubis before slipping two fingers inside her. She moaned loudly as our lips parted and clung to me tightly as I worked my fingers in and out of her. Her moans were loud, but before I could tell her to keep it down, she bit into my shoulder and growled in pleasure. I didn’t mind a little pain, so I let her go as I continued to fuck her with my fingers.

Footsteps overhead signalled that we wouldn’t be alone for much longer, so I worked a little faster to get her to orgasm. I had quite a bit of experience getting women off with just my hands and mouth, and in no time at all I felt the walls of her vagina constrict around my fingers as her body started shaking with her climax. She bit down harder into my shoulder and all but screamed in pleasure.

A few dozen seconds later, Erica calmed down enough to release her hold on my shoulder, and she slumped against the wall. I pulled my fingers from her and brought them to my lips to have a taste. There was a musky, strong tone to her that when mixed with sexual arousal made it even more appealing to me. When I was done, I held my fingers to her slightly parted lips, and she eagerly took them in her mouth to clean them off. She even moaned as she tasted herself.

“Come to my room tonight,” I said softly. “I want to have all of you.”

She only nodded in response. Her eyes were filled with lust and desire, along with what I thought could have been love. Erica was a complex woman that had many walls up to keep people from truly knowing her. I had a feeling her ‘boss-bitch’ attitude was mostly a front, and now I was certain.

“And don’t say a word to the others,” I added. “This is our secret.”

“I won’t,” she replied, the fire of her earlier attitude all but gone. “But what about Emily?”

“What about her?” I asked.

“You know what I mean. She is too young and innocent,” she replied.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Nothing happened between us. That part is true,” I said.

“But you want it to,” Erica frowned. “You want it with Amanda to. Possibly Mel.”

“What I want is considered taboo and wrong by society standards,” I explained. “I know that, you know that, and our sisters know that. I can’t deny what I want, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to act on it.”

Erica nodded instead of replying, choosing to drop the subject. I gave her one last kiss before she slunk away to her bedroom upstairs before anyone found us in such a compromised position.

“What a fucking morning,” I said to myself, flopping back onto the couch.

I didn’t know how I’d turned that situation around like that. One minute, Erica was all fire and brimstone about Emily and myself-even though nothing had happened-and the next, we were swapping saliva while I fingerbanged her in the living room. My assumption that she was lashing out in jealousy was correct, although it had been a massive gamble. If I had been wrong, I’d be out on my ass for treating one of my sisters that way.