Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

Ever since I was young, I had always had quite a large dick. Like most boys I’d measured it when I started getting erections and had even compared it to one’s I’d seen in pornography magazines. Even sneaking a peak at other guys in the locker rooms when they were changing. Whilst I wasn’t the largest I’d seen, I definitely knew I wasn’t small. By the shocked looked on her face, Erica knew a decent sized rod when she saw one.

“Thanks,” I said again, this time with far more confidence. “Chuck the towel with the laundry, and I’ll wash it later.”

“Yeah… I’ll do that,” Erica said, as if in a trance.

I saw her shake her head out of the corner of my eye as I turned around and grinned to myself. “Yeah, that’s right Erica, I can play this game too.” I thought to myself.

“Oh, Erica?” I turned back to face my new sibling, not caring to cover myself at all.

“Yeah?” she replied, the towel now wrapped around her torso.

“Why were you using my shower?” I asked. It had been her shower and room before I arrived, but I wanted to make sure she knew this was my place now.

“I left some things here,” she said hurriedly. “I thought I might be able to get in a shower before you woke up, sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I said with a smile. “Just ask next time, I don’t mind sharing.”

I turned my back on her before she could reply, but I saw the heat rise to her cheeks, and the usually flirtatious, flaunting mega-babe had been surprised by my actions. She had lost control of the situation, something I assumed had rarely ever happened, if it had ever happened at all. I turned the shower on to a scorching hot blast of pressure, squeezed some shampoo into my palm, and started working myself to a much-needed climax. I didn’t even wait to hear the door close, signalling Erica leaving the bathroom and flat, if she heard the audible squelching as my fist worked my tool, so be it.

I didn’t even try to dispel the images of her flawless naked body, and after a few minutes I was painting the tiles of the small shower with my seed.

After my shower I felt far more refreshed, and it wasn’t just the hot water cleaning away the slight hangover from the night before. It was the sexual release I’d finally obtained and getting one-up on Erica’s flirtatious shenanigans. I just hoped it wouldn’t back-fire somehow. I’m sure the others wouldn’t be too appreciative of me flashing my dick to their sister, even if she started it first.

I dressed in a pair of camo-pattern cargo shorts and a white death metal band T-shirt with the hard to read logo in black across the front. I rarely wore white shirts, but the band were friends of mine from London, and they really were quite awesome, so I made an exception. Once I was dressed, I pulled on my boot’s, grabbed my phone and jacket, then headed down to the main house.

As soon as I entered through the sliding door my nose was assaulted with aromas of breakfast meats such as sausage and bacon mingled with the scent of fried eggs and buttered toast. My stomach grumbled as I stepped into the kitchen, loud enough to draw Amanda’s attention away from the sizzling bacon in the frying pan.

“Good morning,” she said with a cheery smile.

“Good morning to you too,” I said with a grin of my own. “That smells amazing.”

“Thanks, there’s some ready for you,” she pointed with a greasy spatula to a plate piled with fluffy scrambled eggs, half a dozen rashers of bacon, and two thick pork sausages.

“Don’t mind if I do,” I said, reaching across the counter to drag the heavy plate to me.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

I dug into the food with about as much grace as a starving bear in a meat factory, gaining me a satisfied grin from Amanda before she turned back to her cooking.

“Do you do all the cooking?” I asked when I finally finishing inhaling the eggs.

“Most of the time. Emily helps out most evenings, and Mel usually prepares her own meals or helps me when I do it,” Amanda said.

“Not Erica?” I asked.

“God no,” Amanda laughed. “She could burn a glass of water.”

I spat out half a sausage I’d been chewing as I started laughing. Causing Amanda to laugh at me.

“Guess I won’t be asking her to cook for me anytime soon,” I said once the laughter died down.

“I’ll cook for you anytime Nick,” Amanda said.

Our eyes locked for a few seconds and I thought I saw something more in them. Not the friendly smile and gaze I’d experienced the first time we’d met, but closer to the look she gave me when we hugged by the pool last night. This look worried me more than the games Erica was playing with me, mostly because I couldn’t see Amanda playing around like that. I hadn’t known her for even twenty-four hours, but I felt like I had a pretty good idea of her character. Thankfully, Emily came bouncing into the kitchen and broke the moment before it could get awkward.

“Hey guys!” she greeted us in a cheery tone.

Emily bounded around the kitchen island and wrapped her arms around Amanda in a big hug, then circled around to hug me from behind, planting a kiss on my cheek. It was a platonic kiss, but the spot where her lips had touched my skin felt incredibly hot, and I had to force myself to not rub the spot with my fingers. I just imagined how her soft lips would feel against my own.

Aaaaand I was in boner town again.

“Good morning. You’re in a good mood,” Amanda replied.

“Of course I am, I have my big brother here now,” Emily beamed, then sat beside me and took up a fork to eat from my plate.

“Please, help yourself,” I said with mock sarcasm.

Emily grinned around a piece of bacon she’d stuffed in her mouth and playfully pushed my shoulder. Apart from being super cute and pretty, she was probably the easiest to remember that she was my sister. Her goofy smiles and cheery attitude towards me made me never failed to make me smile. But like with all of my newly acquired siblings, I still couldn’t get the image of what it might be like to make love to the spunky brunette.

“Any plans for today?” Amanda asked Emily.

“Gonna practice a bit, then head over to Jen’s to hang out,” she replied, pulling out her phone to reply to a message that pinged.