Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

I found the scenario of dressing with a very naked–post-coital–Emily still lounging on my bed odd, to say the least. I never thought I would be in a situation where I was skipping out on such a gorgeous woman just after we’d just had sex for the first time, especially when it was to mess with her twin sister in the middle of the night.

“She’s gonna be so mad,” Emily giggled.

Emily’s usual chestnut mane was particularly messy after our short romp together. Her smile seemed brighter, and all the shyness seemed to have melted away from her since the first time she bared her body to me. Now she lay on her side. Her naked body displayed to me like she had been doing it for years.

“I’m blaming you when she finds out,” I said, pulling a sleeveless T-shirt over my head.

“Don’t you dare!” Emily replied. “It was your idea!”

“But you’re the one who encouraged me,” I smiled and climbed onto the bed to give Emily a kiss.

I embraced Emily’s naked body as our tongues met with a happy reunion. My clothing created an annoying barrier between our bodies that I wanted to be rid of immediately. No words could describe the feeling of Emily’s naked flesh against mine, especially while I was inside her. It was a unique sensation, only shared by her sister, Erica. Not for the first time, I wondered if sex with each of my sisters would create the same intoxicating feeling.

“You should probably go before I make you stay,” Emily smiled, planting kisses along my jawline.

“I’ll be quick,” I smiled, giving her one last lingering kiss.

I reluctantly parted ways with the beautiful brunette but hung by the door to my bedroom as I committed every curve of her body to memory as if I were leaving to sail across the ocean and wouldn’t return for months. I was already completely smitten with Emily.

After leaving my flat, I smoked a cigarette quickly–as was my custom after sex these days–and headed down to the main house. It wasn’t too late, but the entire house was in darkness except for Mel’s bedroom light on the second floor. Thankfully there wasn’t much cloud cover, and the nearly full moon granted me more than enough light to pick my way across the backyard and into the house without fear of stumbling into the pool.

As usual, the back door was unlocked, and I let myself in silently. The kitchen was soaked in darkness, but I was able to make my way around the large dining table and island counter without banging into anything. Suddenly, a light by the stairs flicked on, and I heard footsteps descending. There was no one else in the house apart from Mel, and I suspected she was coming down to get something to eat or a drink.

Without thinking about it, I darted into the living room quietly and waited for my petite sibling to pass. I had no idea why I was hiding since the entire reason I was here was to see her, but I just felt like it was a good idea to wait. Sure enough, a few seconds later, I heard Mel speaking as if she were having a conversation with someone on the phone. I really didn’t want to eavesdrop on Mel’s private conversation, so I moved further into the living room as I planned to circle around behind Mel and sneak up to her room. I was eager to see the look on her face when she returned to find me in her bedroom.

Part of me worried for a second that she might lose her shit at the invasion of privacy, but then I grinned as I remembered exactly who I was dealing with.

“Nah, not anymore. I’m kind of seeing someone already.”

Mel’s words glued my feet in place, even as I tried my hardest to avoid listening in. Was she talking about me? Who was she talking to?

Mel continued her conversation as she entered the kitchen, pausing as someone on the other end seemed to ask more questions. “No, you don’t know who he is… He is very handsome… We haven’t slept together yet, but he has a nice big cock.”

I gave myself an internal high-five at Mel’s last sentence and couldn’t help but grin like a fool. Even if I knew I was bigger than average, it was never not a good day when a beautiful woman complimented me on the size of my penis.

I left Mel to her conversation before I could inadvertently hear more and ascended the stairs quietly. Mel’s door was open, displaying a sliver of purple-coloured light in the otherwise pitch-black hallway. I pushed her door open gently and stepped into the neon-lit bedroom that I at first would never have associated with the petite goth girl. Whenever I saw a plush bunny, unicorn, or Japanese anime character, I thought of the white-haired beauty who’d stolen my heart.

Soft footsteps caught my attention, and I heard Mel’s voice again as she ascended the steps. Then I noticed the computer desk against one wall. The machine was powered on, and the flashing red, green, and blue lights bathed the immediate area in a rainbow hue that mixed with the pink LED lamps that gave the room a low-light feel. Then it hit me.

Mel hadn’t been on a phone call. Instead, she had probably been talking to a friend or some friends on her computer. I hadn’t spent any time watching video game streamers–there was always work to do–but I knew enough about the culture and started to worry I was standing in the background of her webcam. That would look more than a little creepy to anyone watching, especially if it were her friends.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

The bedroom door pushed open suddenly, and I turned to face Mel. My sibling looked at me with wide eyes and an open mouth. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun on the top of her head, rather than her usual pigtails or flowing mane. She wore little makeup, and the black around her eyes looked smudged as if she’d only half-assed removing it. Her black spaghetti string top barely covered her torso, leaving her smooth stomach bare. The imprint of her nipples against the sheer fabric told me she wasn’t wearing a bra–not that she often did–and her red cotton shorts looked so soft and warm as hugged her hips and butt snuggly and matched her red and black striped knee-high socks perfectly.

I would have bet all the money in my bank account that Mel had a striped pair of socks in every colour for any occasion and outfit.

“I gotta go,” Mel said without breaking eye contact with me. Then my petite sibling flicked a button on her hot-pink, cat-eared headset and slid it off to rest around her neck. “What are you doing here, Nick?”

“We on camera?” I asked, nodding to her computer.

“No,” Mel shook her head. “It doesn’t face–. “