Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

I stood there like a kangaroo in the headlights as Mel smiled at me, the black hat the only stitch she wore. Her flawless, pale skin looked soft and supple. Her small, perky breasts were almost non-existent as she reclined on the chair. Her small pink nipples stood erect with little rings pierced through each. I let my eyes trail down her tiny waist, over her slim hips and down her slender legs. Eventually I made it back to her gorgeous face and expected a scowl to be marking her pretty face. But Mel simply smiled at me. Which did make sense. She was the one who knew everything that was going on around here. It was only logical that I found her to be incredibly attractive too.

It was just strange to see her so exposed. When it was only this morning that I thought about her while I fucked another woman.

“Hey Mel,” I said after clearing my throat. “I didn’t know you would be out here.”All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“That’s okay,” she placed her book down on the table beside her and folded her hands over her stomach. Leaving her breasts bare. “Sometimes I like to just relax out here like this. It’s so refreshing.”

“Yeah,” I said. “I bet it is. Just don’t get sunburnt.”

“I won’t,” she smiled, and pointed to the large umbrella that shaded her. “I work hard to keep my skin so soft.”

My dick was threatening to burst out of my shorts like the Hulk. And like the angry green monster, he wanted to smash something. Only his target was my very naked, and very arousing sister that sat across the pool from me.

“I need to go,” I blurted out, then tore my eyes away from Mel before bee-lining it up the driveway and to my flat.

“Okay,” Mel called out cheerily. “I’ll come get you when breakfast is ready.”

I contemplated just locking my door and hiding in my flat all day. I had just fucked like an animal earlier this morning and I was already feeling the effects of muscle fatigue from that and the workout I went through. But my body-and more importantly, my dick-was screaming at me to stick it to Mel. But I knew that was a bad idea. Just because she was naked it didn’t mean she wanted me to fuck her. This has been her home for far longer than it has been mine. If my sisters wanted to strut around the house in their underwear, or swim topless at night and lay out by the pool in their birthday suits. They were allowed to.

I’d just have to nut-up and deal with it. Surely I’d become desensitized to it in time. It had only been a few days. Although, I was fifty-fifty on whether I wanted to become desensitized to my gorgeous siblings or not.

Once I made it inside, I headed straight for the bathroom to have a cold shower. I had already cleaned myself up from my activities with Sarah earlier, but I desperately needed to get my arousal under control. It wasn’t even midday yet and I was already in trouble of having my entire day derailed by my attraction to my siblings.

I shivered through a quick, icy cold shower for a few minutes which had the desired effect on my erection. With that sorted, maybe I would be able to think a little clearer. I just hoped Mel decided to put some clothes on before I saw her again.

I had just dried myself off and pulled on a fresh pair of shorts and a t-shirt when I heard a knock at my door. The knock itself meant it wasn’t Erica-and that it was also too early for my seductress of a sibling-since she was fond of just letting herself in. Then I wondered where she for a moment. When I left this morning, she had been snoozing in my bed still. Maybe she was in the house getting ready for the day. I doubted Emily had forgiven me for last night and Amanda was probably avoiding until things weren’t so awkward between us. So, that left Mel. She did say she was coming to get me for breakfast after all.

I approached the door and mentally prepared myself for the encounter. Part of me hoping my platinum blonde sister was still naked, whilst berating myself for wanting to ogle her body once more. She did have a nice figure and her skin looked super soft.

“Hey,” I greeted Mel as I opened the door.

Mel was clothed this time. The black tube top over her small but firm breasts and shawl wrapped around her narrow hips only seemed to accentuate her smooth legs. The shawl rode low on her hips, showing her hip bones and hinting at the coveted prize between her thighs. Her skin had a light sheen to it, like she’d just finished rubbing herself down. And I immediately began to wonder how it would feel to have my hands on her body, rubbing the coconut scented oil into her alabaster skin.

“Hey Nick,” Mel smiled. “Sorry about earlier.”

“It’s okay,” I shrugged. “Sorry for staring. I really didn’t mean to.”

“Would you have done the same if it were any of the others?” she asked, tilting her head as she studied me.

“Well… I would try not to,” I replied, rubbing the back of my neck.

“Why?” she asked, seeming genuinely confused.

“Because it’s wrong,” I explained. “You’re my sisters.”

“Half-sisters,” Mel added. “And we haven’t grown up around you. So, there are no familiar bonds from childhood.”

“What do you mean?” I asked. “It shouldn’t matter.”

“But it does,” Mel smiled. “Tell me something, Nick. Have you been with any women since you came to Australia?”

“Yeah. You know I have,” I replied.

“How many?” she asked.

“Two,” I replied truthfully. It wasn’t like I was trying to keep Sarah a secret.

“So… you’re not starved for sexual gratification. Yet you still lust after your own siblings,” she said, sounding like she was lecturing a student.

“Yeah,” I replied, not sure where she was going with this.

“Did you have girlfriends back in England?” she asked.

“A few,” I said. “Where is this going?”

“Well,” she said, beginning to walk circles around me as she seemed to think. “I’ve been thinking about your predicament ever since you got here. You were obviously enamoured with all of us. At first, I thought it might have been caused by a sheltered life and a late arrival to puberty. Or just being too busy for girls back home and potentially inexperienced sexually.”

“You’ve been thinking about this since day one?” I asked. “How did you even know?”

“But I think it is something more,” Mel added, ignoring my question. “Tell me, Nick. Have you ever heard of the term; genetic sexual attraction?”

“Can’t say I have,” I shrugged.