Mafia Desire (Erotica)

As I took the steps down to the living area, I noticed to my left and right-before the steps-were doorways, which I figured led to bedrooms or bathrooms. The living room and kitchen were impossibly big, and I imagined that the bedrooms were the same.

The house was impressive and moderately decorated, having a more modern, rich feel than the old-fashioned money feel that I was used to associating with my father.

I dumped my bag onto the floor and flopped onto the couch. I was exhausted after getting up early after a night of bad sleep. The flight and the hour-long cab ride here. It felt like I’d worked a twelve-hour day, and I was soon snoring once I laid still. My dreams were filled with Abi and her beautiful smile.

I woke up to the clicking sound of the front door and a gaggle of voices intruded my sleep. I sat up and was momentarily disoriented, the unfamiliar room confusing me while my brain hit the snooze button. The voices got louder-more excitable-and generally just irritating. So that even the thought of them being pretty girls couldn’t make up for the sheer annoyance.

I stood up and rubbed my eyes. I guessed my sister was home, and she brought some of her friends with her. I wasn’t looking forward to seeing the little brat again, and I was equally anxious about meeting anyone she called a friend. But I would be civil, for now. Then my eyes fell on the group of girls. There were five of them in total, and each one of them was a solid ten while still being unique from each other.

The girls hadn’t noticed me, so I took a moment to study them, trying to pick my sister out.

The girl on the far right was short and petite, she wore a skimpy black two-piece bikini that contrasted her milky white skin. Her hair was long and framed her face in a mass of curls, and she had a natural resting bitch face, but her pouty lips looked to be made for kissing.

Next to her was a busty Asian girl with breasts that looked far too large for her thin frame-not that I was complaining since her skimpy top was struggling to keep her assets contained. Her hair was straight and black, and hung down to her cute little butt. She was chatting to a blonde beach beauty who wore a modest-looking Australian flag bikini that supported her impressive bust. Her hips and thighs were impossibly wide and thick while keeping her stomach flat and toned-she obviously spent as much time on her squats as she did maintaining her perfect tan, because her ass was the thing of dreams. She was smiling as she spoke, and her pearly whites shone as bright as her deep blue eyes.

Beside her was a tall red head. She had an athletic build, but with curves in all the right places. Her suit was a green one piece with an oval cut out to expose her insanely toned stomach along with her small but round and perky breasts. Her legs went on for days, and freckles dotted her shoulders and crossed the bridge of her nose, drawing attention to her gorgeous green eyes.

Last one in the gaggle of hot girls-probably because she was much shorter than the others-was a sexy little tanned hottie, whose dark chestnut hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail that hung down to her ass. Her impressively perky breasts strained against the bikini top which, while still being skimpy, seemed far more modest than some of the other girls’ chosen swimwear. She had a dazzling smile and gorgeous brown eyes. She seemed to almost vanish amongst the taller girls, but there was something about that face, those lips and that perfect smile. Wide lensed glasses sat on her nose and only added to her cute, sexy look. She probably thought they made her look nerdy and didn’t even need them.

That’s when I remembered I wasn’t just looking at a group of sexy girls, I was looking at my sister and a group of sexy girls. I tried to recall the last time I’d seen my sister and what she looked like: most importantly I remembered her being short, with that same dark chestnut hair I had. Inwardly I groaned for checking out my baby sister; I blamed it on still being half asleep and shoved the thoughts aside. They still hadn’t noticed me as they milled about in the kitchen, chatting so fast they may as well have been speaking another language.

I cleared my throat and did the only thing I could think of.

“Hey Tori,” I said and waved to the girls.

I suddenly felt very small as the group of hotties turned their gaze on me. I was unsure of how to feel as I was stared down by this group of tens. The petite girl studied me with interest, but the redhead looked annoyed and a little disgusted at seeing a man here, like I was intruding. The blonde eyed me like a hungry animal did some fresh meat, and the Asian girl looked disinterested. Out of all I think the blonde scared me the most.

My sister though, she let out a squeal and ran for me, a smile plastered to her face as she launched herself off the top of the step down. She threw her arms around my neck and hugged me, nearly driving me backwards with the force of the collision.

“JACE!! YOU’RE BACK!!” She squealed in my ear. I wrapped my arms around her waist instinctively and felt her warm, silky flesh. She must have been sunbathing because her skin was slick, and she smelled of coconut oil.

“Hey Tori,” I replied as I set her on her feet. She really hadn’t grown too much since I’d seen her last; she still only came up to my nose, but she’d definitely grown out. She had a perfect flat stomach, an impressive bust for her size that fit her proportion perfectly, and her slim waist tapered out to meet defined hips and an ass which, while it wasn’t thick, was firm and round.

“What the fuck are you doing here,” Tori said. Grabbing my face, turning it this way and that. “You look good with stubble. You should grow a beard,” she added. I hadn’t shaved in a couple of day. I hadn’t needed to without my job, and since my ex hated facial hair-I thought it might be nice to try it out.

“Don’t you think girls?” Tori said, turning to her friends. The blonde nodded and smiled, the rest added noncommittal agreement and went back to chatting like I wasn’t there.

Tori was looking up at me and smiling, her hands fidgeting by her sides. I didn’t know what I was expecting when I came home, but this definitely wasn’t it. My sister seemed genuinely happy to see me, which would have been fine if we’d grown up with any sort of sibling bond or love, but we were so different and always at odds end with each other that her current demeanour completely threw me off guard.

“Good to see you too,” I said. “Didn’t mum and dad tell you I was coming home?” I yawned and rubbed my eyes again in an attempt to keep them off the banquet of flesh before me; the last thing I wanted was to pop a boner while talking to my sister and her all-star friends.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“No, they didn’t say anything,” she replied. She was twirling the end of her long ponytail between her fingers as she spoke.

“That’s strange… Oh well, they must have forgotten,” I said, chancing a quick glance to Tori’s friends. The blonde had her arm around the redhead’s waist as they posed for a photo. I pulled my eyes back to my sister to stop any stray thoughts.

“How long are you visiting for?” Tori asked, a knowing smile creeping across her face as she realised what I was glancing at.

“I’m actually moving back to Sydney. Melbourne isn’t right for me. I’ll just be staying here until I find an apartment of my own,” I replied.

“Oh, that’s awesome!” Tori said, clapping her hands together. “You’ve got to meet my friends,” she grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into the kitchen.

“This is Hayley.” She pointed to the petite brunette, who offered a smile and a small wave. She really kept up that resting bitch face.

“That’s Lucy,” she introduced the Asian girl.

“Nice to meet you,” she said with a smile. Her English was great, but she still held a strong accent that I suspected was Japanese.

“Then there’s-” Before Tori could finish introducing her, the curvaceous blonde sauntered across to me, wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a hug. She was only a little taller than my sister once I saw them closer together. I put my arms around her waist to return the hug and I could feel her entire body pressing against mine. The hug only lasted a few seconds, but it left me with an awkward half boner. She smelled of coconut oil, sand, and saltwater.

“I’m Vicky,” she said with a perfect smile, her eyes flicking down to my crotch before returning to my face.

“It’s.. uh.. a pleasure to meet you Vicky,” I replied, a little overwhelmed by her friendly nature, especially when confronted with the other girls. Vicky looped her arm through mine and turned to the face last girl. “That’s my sister Liz,” Vicky said, pointing to the tall redhead. She offered me a smile and a wave but didn’t come any closer. Liz was easily taller than the rest-probably as tall as I was-but she had an amazingly toned body and the pale skin only a redhead could have. I’d bet she used a lot of sunscreen to stop from burning.

“Nice to meet you, Liz.” I said, trying to sound as friendly as possible. She looked a little nervous with me here and I guessed she might not have had much experience with guys, or maybe she liked girls. I wasn’t going to judge.

Tori came up to my free side and looped her arm through mine, mimicking Vicky’s action. I suddenly had a gorgeous half naked girl on either arm, something I never thought would happen in a hundred years.

“So why didn’t you tell me your brother was such a babe, Tori?” Vicky asked. Looking past me to my sister.

“I haven’t seen him in years,” She replied. “He was a bit of a dork back then,” She added with a cheeky smile. I still wasn’t sure what to make of my sister’s behaviour, but the open compliment from Vicky disarmed me enough to forget about it.

“No excuse Tor-tor,” Vicky said, waggling her finger at my sister. Both the girls giggled and then I was being dragged back to the living room and seated in one of the recliners. The other girls took spots on the couch and kept to themselves. My sister took the recliner next to me and Vicky perched her perfect ass on the arm of the recliner, draping her arm across my shoulders.

“So, what brings you back home Jace?” Tori asked, as she gave her friend a disapproving look but didn’t comment on her choice of seating-Vicky ignored said look.