Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

`Conversation picked up once more, and Emily joined in with more enthusiasm this time. I kind of just ate my breakfast while I listened in and studied each of my sisters, wondering how I’d become so lucky and worrying about what the hell I was going to do next. Mel had given me a taste of what it felt like to be with her. And I guessed it would be a similar experience with each of them if she was right about this whole genetic thing. But did it make it right to bed my sisters if this were purely a scientific thing? It was like something out of our control. Then I realized how stunningly beautiful and amazing each of them were. It might be science, or it might be love.

Once done with breakfast, I helped Amanda clear the table and do the dishes as our younger siblings all departed to get ready for the day ahead. I had already done quite a lot this morning and had planned on just chilling out around the house. I’d have less free time soon enough when I started work.

“You know you don’t have to help me,” Amanda said, as we stood side-by-side at the kitchen sink.

“I know,” I said. “But I want to.”

“So…” Amanda said after a few minutes passed. “You and Emily made up?”

“We did,” I said. “Everything will be fine from now on.”

I had chosen to wash the dishes while Amanda dried and stacked. I could tell something was bothering her as we worked together, but I wanted her to tell me. Things had been a little touchy with my eldest sister and I didn’t want to push any boundaries.

“What’s going on with you and Emily?” Amanda blurted out after a long stretch of silence.

“It was like what happened with us,” I said without hesitation.

Amanda stopped drying the plate she held and turned to stare at me. “You kissed her?”

“Yes,” I nodded, drying my hands on a towel before facing her. “The reason she was so upset was because I pushed her away after our talk.”

“And now you’re okay again?” she asked hesitantly.

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“Did you kiss her again today?” she asked.

“Yes,” I nodded.

I still hadn’t put a shirt on since coming down for breakfast, and I saw Amanda’s eyes drop down to my chest quickly before meeting my eyes again. I didn’t say anything as she stared at me with a slight flush to her cheeks. I decided I wasn’t going to lie to any of my sisters about anything. That would only cause more problems later.

“Are you…” Amanda paused and bit her lip before averting her eyes. “Are you going to sleep with her?”

“I don’t know,” I sighed. “She slept in my bed, but nothing happened. I know what has happened so far is wrong, but I care about her. I just don’t know if I can cross that line with her.”

“What about with someone else?” Amanda whispered so softly I almost didn’t hear her.

The look in Amanda’s eyes had my heart racing as we stood only inches apart. Her slightly parted lips were begging to be kissed and I could almost feel the heat emanating from body. Amanda edged closer to me, just a touch. So, I moved closer to her. I wanted to make sure she was in control. My hand came up to rest on her hip only a split second after she laid her hand flat against my chest. My dick pulsed and throbbed with sexual tension as he threatened to tear free of my shorts. I wanted to devour this woman and make her mine. I wanted to experience all her sights, scents and sounds as we made love. But there was still a twinge of doubt in my mind. A nagging voice telling me that there were plenty of women in the world. Why did I need to sully the relationship with all of my siblings?

Our lips were a hair-breathed away from touching as the entire world faded from existence. Only Amanda existed, and only her feel, scent and presence mattered as our lips hovered before one another with a taste of low-hanging forbidden fruit.

A knock at the front door shattered the fragile moment between us, and we both jumped away like we’d been holding a pan that had suddenly heated up to burning temperature. Amanda’s cheeks were flushed, and her lips were still parted as I saw her eyes flicker down to my lips, then back to my eyes. Then she quickly darted away-out of the kitchen-to answer the door.

I let out a heavy sigh as I turned back to the dishes. My heart was racing from the scenario, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips with the anticipation of kissing Amanda again. Then, as if on queue to destroy my fantasy, Craig waltzed into the kitchen with Amanda in tow.

“Hey dude,” he said with a nod.

I hid my displeasure at seeing the Fabio clone, and gave him a courteous greeting before turning back to my washing.

“I wasn’t expecting you,” Amanda said as gave him a quick kiss. “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” he shrugged. “I just wanted to come by and hang out. Do I need a reason to see my girl?”

“No,” Amanda said quickly. “Not at all. I just wasn’t expecting it. I’m kind of a mess right now and I need to tidy the house up.”

“Seems Nick is being a good house-bitch,” he gestured to me with a laugh. “Why not relax and let him do it.”

I clenched my fists under the water and tried my best to ignore his comment. I knew guys like Craig back home. They always expected their girlfriends or wives to do absolutely everything for them around the home. Then expected sex each and every night just because she was ‘His woman’.

“Amanda does such a great job around here,” I said over my shoulder. “It leaves little for me, or anyone else, to do.”

Amanda gave me a grateful smile. But Craig already seemed to have forgotten I was there. And I saw why a few seconds later.

Erica strode into the room from the direction of the stairs. She had changed from her shorts and loose top into a tight pair of black jeans and a black band t-shirt that hugged her chest and stretched over her fantastic breasts. Craig openly stared at her as she walked by without even acknowledging him. Then he did the same when Mel walked in wearing a black sleeveless turtleneck and a pair of incredibly tight, white shorts. I looked to Amanda to see her frowning at Craig. But she said nothing.

“Morning ladies,” Craig smiled at my sisters.

Erica flipped him the bird over her shoulder before walking out the back door.

“Morning,” Mel said, sliding past me to get to the coffee machine.

The island counter separated Craig and Amanda from where I was, and Mel must have known that. As she slid by me, her hand gave my ass a firm squeeze, causing me to nearly drop the ceramic plate I was holding. I quickly glanced over my shoulder to see Craig was finally looking at Amanda. But it looked like Amanda might have seen something with the quick glance she shot my way.

“Really?” I asked Mel in a hushed whisper.

“It turns me on,” she winked. “You have no idea how wet I am right now.”

“Not the time,” I shot back.

“Practically swimming in my panties,” she teased. “If I wore any.”

My dick jumped at her words, and I felt a spurt of pre-cum shoot from the tip of my penis. Why the fuck did Craig have to show up right now? Not only did he ruin the moment between Amanda and me, but now I couldn’t even get Mel alone to help me with the sexual frustration I was feeling. Then I realized that I was suddenly very okay with having my sister help me that way. That hand job had been more intense than any sexual encounter I’d had since coming here. I wasn’t sure I could go through with actually fucking her or any of my siblings. But I was eagerly awaiting the next bout of privacy I could attain with my platinum haired sister.

“I’m gonna head out for a bit,” Mel said to the room. “Anyone need anything?”

“No, thanks. Do you need a lift?” Amanda said. And Craig simply ogled Mel for a few seconds before shaking his head.

“Mandy is picking me up,” Mel said, then stepped closer to me. “Nick?”

“I think I’ll…” I started to say, but my words cut off when I felt Mel’s hand rubbing at my crotch. “I’m fine.”

“Okay,” she said with a big smile.

For a dozen or so seconds, Mel fondled my dick through my shorts in such a casual way. She was leaning against the kitchen sink, facing Amanda and Craig-whilst she kept her hand low and out of view as she squeezed my tormented dick. Then she released her hold and strode out of the kitchen like nothing happened.

“Nick?”

Suddenly, I realised I had zoned out. Amanda had asked me a question, but I just stood there with a now clean and dried plate like an idiot.

“Yeah?” I asked, shaking my head slightly.

“We’re heading out. Do you need anything?” she asked.

“No. I’m fine,” I smiled. “You two have fun. I’m just gonna chill out around the house for the day.”

“Okay,” she nodded. “Let’s go Craig.”

Craig gave me a nod before wrapping an arm around Amanda’s thin waist and immediately started talking about his band. Amanda looked over her shoulder just before they left my view. Our eyes met for a split second, and I saw a burning intensity on those eyes. And I had a feeling it wasn’t for Craig’s riveting conversational skills.