Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

I grabbed the bottle of shampoo and squeezed a healthy dollop onto my hand before I started massaging my painfully hard erection. I worked my tool with closed eyes as I imagined pictures of models I’d seen online, girls I’d slept with and others I’d had crushes on. It felt good to get some sexual attention-even if it was from myself-but where I expected a quick play and release, I stood there for fifteen minutes stroking myself with an urgent need. I finally stopped after twenty minutes had passed and I wasn’t any closer to a climax than I was when I start, if anything I just felt hornier.

I closed my eyes to try again, but this time I saw the faces of my sisters as I started stroking myself. Amanda popped in first, her gorgeous smile and perfect features sent a tingling sensation though my dick. Then Erica’s exposed curves and glorious looking breasts pushed me closer. Amelia’s long legs and pursed lips added to the fire along with her twin sisters cute face, incredible eyes and smile. I was getting close, closer in a few minutes than I had after twenty, so I fixed the images of my siblings in my mind as I furiously pumped myself, chasing that ever elusive climax. I felt bad for using my sisters as spank-bank material, but I needed this out of my system.

“Dinner will be ready in five,” a voice called out from the hallway.

The voice startled me, and I almost slipped on the wet tiles, grabbing onto a handrail in the shower to steady myself. I wasn’t sure who called out, but I knew it wasn’t Amanda. I took a moment to calm my beating heart before opening the shower door a crack to poke my head out.

“I’ll be there shortly,” I called out.

I waited for a moment, unsure if whoever it was had heard me. Then the door to the bathroom swung open and Erica strode in like she owned the place. I pulled my body away from the crack in the door to keep my nakedness out of sight.

“Oh, here you are,” Erica said with mock innocence. “Amanda wanted me to come and let you know dinner will be ready shortly.”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“Yeah, I heard,” I replied, my cheeks heating.

“Good, I’ll see you soon then,” Erica said with a smile.

She stood there for a dozen seconds and tilted her head to the side. It almost looked like she was trying to make out something beyond the fogged-up glass or get a peek through the gap in the door. She smiled a little half smile once more, the spun around to leave the room. The sway of her hips had to be an addition to how she usually walked, because if she walked like that everywhere I was sure I’d never get anything done in this house.

Once I heard the door to the flat close, I pulled my head back into the shower cubicle and closed the door, leaning against the cool tiles of the wall. I took a few deep breathes to calm my nerves, then looked down at my raging boner. He didn’t care if the women who was just here was my blood relative. He just saw what he wanted, and he wanted to be all up inside that.

I thought about finishing my task, but now I felt even worse for using my new family to jerk off too. It was kind of sick and twisted. Instead, I shut the hot water off, and stepped under the icy cold water. Within a minute my dick had retreated, and I stepped out of the shower, shivering as goose bumps raced across my naked skin. I was going to have to get used to my sexy sisters or get used to ice cold showers. I didn’t know which one was going to be harder. Maybe I could get a girlfriend, that would probably help. Maybe I could see if any of my sisters had a single friend’s they could set me up with.

I dressed in clean boxer-briefs and pulled on my jeans from earlier, a fresh band T-shirt and gave my long hair a brush to get the knots and tangles out before tying it back. I checked my appearance in the bathroom mirror and ran my fingers across the weeks growth of hair on my jaw and chin. I’d never grown a beard before, my old job hadn’t allowed it. I was lucky to get away with my waist length hair, they’d have forced me to shave any beard I grew or lose my job, and my job was needed to keep food on the table. But now I was here-with no job-I could let it grow and see how it looked. Right now, I was happy with how rugged the week’s growth made me look. Besides, if it didn’t like it, I could always shave it off.

Once I was satisfied with my appearance, I pulled my boots on and grabbed my jacket before heading outside and down the steep driveway to the main house. Tonight was the first dinner with my new family and I had to make a good first impression. I just hoped I could keep my eyes to myself and not get thrown out.

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The girls were all sitting around the outdoor table setting when I came down from my private little sanctuary. Plates were laid out and I found an empty seat beside Emily with my cutlery and plate already piled high with food.

“Hey everyone,” I said with a small wave as I approached the table.

The girls gave their own greetings, ranging from broad smiles, to a big hug from Emily as she rose from her chair to greet me. Amanda had a happy smile on her face as she saw the embrace between her sister and I, and I had a feeling she was happy to see her siblings getting along. She had a mother hen vibe about her that I suspected came from being the eldest, as well as being the one to keep her family together when her father died. From the little we spoke over emails I found out her mother had been mostly out of the picture when our father died, and they hadn’t wanted her back because of her behaviour, leaving Amanda to raise her younger sister’s. It still baffled me how a parent could up and leave her children so callously, but not everyone was suited for parenthood.

I took my seat beside Emily and gazed over the mountainous pile of food they’d given me. There was a huge T-bone steak with gravy and roasted potatoes, a large pile of green beans, peas and broccoli sat beside it and even a pile of golden fried potato chips. It was a lot of food for anyone, but after the shitty airline meals I’d been stuck with I had no doubt I’d devour the entire plate.