Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

I looked over to the extravagant kit, and somehow knew what Emily meant. It was gorgeous and sexy with perfectly polished, cared for look. Exactly how Erica kept her own appearance, well whenever I had seen her anyway. The dark red colour scheme also seemed to be a very similar shade to the red streak she’d dyed into the right side of her hair. Thoughts and images flashed of Erica sitting upon her throne, legs beating and arms moving as sweat trickled down her neck and between her generous breasts. I shook my head to dispel the image.

“That would be great, but I have a feeling Erica doesn’t like me,” I admitted.

“She does, she just has an odd way of showing it,” Emily assured me. “Trust me, I can tell she likes having you around.”

I wasn’t sure what Emily had meant by that. Had she noticed the looks her sister had been giving me? Had she noticed my own reactions to Erica flaunting her body? Or my reactions to her? I doubt she’d be so calm and casual about it if she knew what went on in my head, or the shower scene with Erica this morning. But if she did, did that mean she was okay with what was going on?

I pushed that thought aside and picked up the guitar again. It could be that my whole family are perverted fucks like me, but that would be too much to hope for. The more likely scenario was I was getting horny from my ten-star sisters, and they were just being friendly. More likely I was the weird creep and they were normal.

“Let’s play some more,” I said, and Emily grinned before picking up her instrument.

We played for another half an hour until I had to stop due to cramps. I really wanted to keep playing, but my hands just weren’t accustomed to playing for long periods of time anymore. I was glad I’d found something I could do with Emily to help the bond form between us and seeing the look of glee on her face as we played flawlessly together made my heart swell. I just hoped I could find something else to bond over with my other sisters.

“Damn, it feels good to play,” I said, rubbing my sore left hand.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yeah, I haven’t played like that in a long time,” Emily replied.

I was about to ask her why she didn’t play with anyone, since she was really talented and skilled, but her phone began buzzing. She picked it up and answered it in one smooth motion.

“Hey!” she answered the call with as much enthusiasm as she did anything else.

“I had a better idea,” she said into the phone. “How about you guys come over to my place tonight? We’re throwing a party to welcome Nick to the house, and I’d love for you guys to meet him.”

I stood from the stool I’d been perched on but didn’t make a move to leave. I didn’t want to take off without saying bye, but I also didn’t want to eavesdrop on Emily’s conversation. Before I could make a move, she looked my way, then held up a finger to signal ‘hang on, I’ll be done in a second’, so I waited.

“Please don’t ask me that,” she replied to an unheard question. “Will you stop being a bitch.”

Emily’s words were completely absent any scorn, and she even laughed when she called her friend a bitch. I guessed it was just friendly banter between friends.

“Eight sounds good, just please behave,” Emily ended the call and placed her phone down.

“What was that all about?” I asked curiously.

“Just my friend Jen,” Emily replied. “She wanted to know if you were hot.”

“Well?” I asked, feeling confident enough to push some boundaries.

“Well what?” she asked, tilting her head to one side as she studied me.

“Am I?” I asked with a smirk.

I thought I saw Emily’s cheeks flush, but it could have been my imagination. She smiled and shook her head. “Better not say, don’t need you getting a big head now do we bro.”

Emily walked over to me and punched me in the shoulder. It was only a playful hit, but I still acted like it hurt and rubbed the spot she’d struck.

“Hey now! No need to get violent,” I scolded her playfully.

“Big brother can’t take a punch?” Emily teased. “I thought you’d be tougher than that with all those big muscles.”

She squeezed my bicep and I instinctively flexed the muscle. Her hand lingered on my arm for a moment and I saw a different look in her eyes. Emily’s eyes were usually filled with mirth and laughter, always ready to make others smile, but this time they were filled with what I could only guess was surprise, and lust. But that couldn’t be right. The door to the garage opening broke the mood, and her hand shot away from my arm like she’d been burnt.

“Hey, you two sounded great from out here,” Amanda poked her head in, smiling.

“Thanks, I hope you don’t mind, but I played your guitar,” I admitted.

“It’s fine, you sounded way better than I ever was,” Amanda shrugged.

“She’s being modest,” Emily laughed. “Amanda is the best guitarist I’ve ever met.”

“Is that so?” I asked with raised eyebrows.

“Emily is overexaggerating, I was good, but I don’t think I was as good as she seems to remember,” Amanda said, blushing a little.

“How about you jump on one and prove me wrong?” Emily said with a challenging grin.

“Maybe some other time,” Amanda said. “I’m going out to get some things for the party tonight, do either of you need anything?”

“Nah I’m good, I was gonna go for a drive anyway,” Emily replied. “Want to come Nick?”

I looked back and forth between my two sisters for a few seconds. I’d love to spend some more time with Emily, but that touch had meant something to her, and I felt it too. Maybe some distance between us for the rest of the day would be a good thing. If I stuck around the house I could possibly get into some more trouble with Erica, especially if everyone else was out. I hadn’t seen Mel all morning, so I guessed she’d gone out before I got up. Erica might not be in the mood for the games she’d been playing, and I didn’t want to piss her off. But I could always go for a drive with Amanda, she did a lot around the house and I could make myself useful by carrying heavy shit. Plus, I’d spent a good portion of the morning with Emily and I really did want to hang out with the eldest of my sisters.

“I think I’ll go help Amanda, if that’s okay?” I asked.

“Sure, I’d love that, just let me get changed,” she said, her smile telling me she was happy with my choice.

“All good, I guess I’ve been hogging you all morning,” Emily shrugged, sounding indifferent. But I could pick up her disappointment.

“We can hang out more at the party tonight, and you can introduce me to Jen,” I said with a smile.

I expected Emily to be cheery about the prospect of a party, but at mention of her friends name she seemed to almost frown. The first time I’d seen her pretty face in anything but a cheery smile. She brushed her mass of wavy brown hair out of her face and shrugged.

“Sure, I’ll see you two later,” then she stepped passed Amanda and was gone from view.

“What’s up with her?” Amanda asked worriedly.

“I’m not sure, but I think it has something to do with her friend Jen asking about me?” I said.

“Make’s sense, Jen is a bit of a slut,” Amanda said with a chuckle. “She’ll be all over you in no time.”

“Are you saying I’m that irresistible?” I smirked.