Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

“I need you,” I breathed heavily.

“I know, baby,” Mel said, taking one of my fingers into her mouth, sucking her own juices from my digits. “Let me take care of you.”

I didn’t want to play any more games with my platinum-haired sister. We’d fooled around already, and it had been great, but I needed to fuck her. I wanted nothing more than to take her and claim her body as my own. It was like Mel was begging me to do so with the intense gazes she shot my way. But I needed to respect her wishes and take things at her pace.

Much like I did with Emily.

Mel dropped to her knees before me, and with one smooth motion, she had my sweatpants down and my cock out. Her small hand grasped my shaft, causing me to inhale sharply at the feel of her warm hands against my cock.

“I’ll never get tired of seeing this magnificent tool,” Mel said, eyeing my cock with a heavy degree of awe.

“You girls definitely know how to inflate my ego,” I chuckled.

“You deserve every bit of that ego,” Mel said, slowly working my cock with both hands now.

I had a witty reply ready, but I forgot it as soon as Mel clamped her luscious lips around the tip of my penis. A spark of pleasure shot through my entire body, my head rolled back, and I let out a low moan as I struggled to keep my legs from buckling under me. Mel swirled her tongue across my glans while she pumped my shaft with her hands. I was lucky I didn’t bust a nut right then and there.

After a dozen seconds, I finally cooled my jets and glanced down at my white-haired sibling. Mel was staring straight up at me, her gorgeous green eyes sparkling with open lust and admiration, hiding nothing from me. As soon as our eyes met, Mel released her lip-lock on my cock and ran her tongue down the side of my shaft, only to trace a line up the base of it a moment later before sucking the tip into her mouth again. This drew another moan of pleasure from me, but I didn’t break eye contact this time. Instead, I placed a hand on the top of Mel’s head and guided her as she took more and more of my cock into her mouth.

“You taste as good as I thought you would,” Mel said, finally coming up for air. A strand of saliva stretched from the tip of my cock to her lips as she smiled up at me.

“I’m looking forward to seeing if you taste as good as I think you do,” I replied with a low growl.

“Mmmm, so do I,” Mel purred. “But not right now. I’m busy.”

I watched Mel dip her free hand into her pyjama pants and was about to offer to do that for her, but then she pulled her hand back out, and I realised what she had planned. I felt increased wetness around my cock as her hand clasped me. Mel had lubricated her hand using her own juices and was now massaging it into my shaft. Her other hand vanished likewise, returning to join the party.

Mel worked my tool in unison with both hands, not leaving an inch of skin untouched. Her mouth hovered open just at the tip of my cock, teasing me with the phantom feel of her lips and tongue. I wasn’t going to last much longer, but I didn’t know if she wanted me to cum in her mouth or on her. I still wanted to fuck her, and I had a feeling this climax would knock me off my feet for a while.

A knock at the door jolted me out of my lust-filled haze, and I all but jumped across the room, yanking my sweatpants up.

“Can I come in, Mel?” Amanda called out through the door.

Amanda knew what was happening in the house and seemed okay with it. But I didn’t want to rub it in her face. I looked to Mel-still on her knees-and she gave me a cute pout as she eyed the extremely obvious bulge and spreading wet patch on my sweatpants.

“One minute,” Mel called out, then ushered me to the spot beside her bed. “Just chill here for a minute. I don’t want Manda to see us together yet. It might upset her.”

“My thoughts too,” I nodded.

Mel and I shared a quick, heated kiss before I dropped onto the floor beside her bed. A few seconds later, I heard the door open, and Amanda walked into the room.

“Hey, what’s up?” Mel asked, sounding as cool as ice.

“Have you seen Nick around? I’ve searched everywhere but can’t find him,” Amanda asked.

“Looking for some brother fun?” Mel asked with a giggle.

“Mel,” Amanda said with a stern voice.

“What’s up, ladies.”

Footsteps announced someone else entering the room, and I didn’t have to see the smug face to know it was the king of douches, Craig. I had a moment of panic that he might have heard what Mel had said, but from the tone in his voice, he hadn’t. Craig was usually way too absorbed in himself that a cow could shit on his foot, and he wouldn’t notice until the smell hit his nose.

“What do you want?” Mel asked in a strong, venomous tone.

“Looking for your brother. Is he around?” Craig asked, seeming to not notice Mel’s attitude towards him.

“Why do you want to know?” Mel asked.

“Guy business,” Craig replied.

“You want to talk about your muscles and how to act like a dickhead?” Mel laughed.

“Cute, but no,” Craig said, sounding a little irritated. “Just tell him I’m looking for him if you see him.”

“I’ll see how I feel,” Mel said. “Is that all?”

“Yeah. I’ll be downstairs, babe.”

I heard Craig’s footsteps on the stairs and sighed in relief. Having Amanda find me in this situation would have been embarrassing, but anyone outside of the family-especially that knob-gobbler-would be devastating.

“Can you please try to be civil with Craig?” Amanda sighed heavily.

“Not a chance. You know I despise that dick,” Mel replied.

“You don’t have to like him. I’m the one dating him,” Amanda said.

“And you could do so much better than him,” Mel said, her tone softening.

“Just tell Nick that we were looking for him if you see him,” Amanda said.

“Will do,” Mel replied.

A moment later, the door closed, and I felt a weight on my back.

“Having fun down there?” Mel giggled as she straddled my back.

“Be better if I was lying on my back,” I laughed.

“Probably, but we best not with king doofus in the house,” Mel said, climbing off my back.

“Agreed,” I said with heavy regret.

I climbed to my feet and looked longingly at Mel. She had a goofy smile on her face that reminded me of Emily, and it was then I realised that I was seeing the real Amelia. The girl behind the walls she put up. The girl behind the resting bitch face and the snarky comments. In a way, she was more like Erica than her own twin, who wore her expressions and thoughts on her face like an open book.

“I wonder what Craig wants,” I said, looking to the door. “And how I’m gonna get out of this.”

“They went downstairs. You could probably sneak down and head out the back,” Mel said. “I could do some recon and distraction for you.”

“You’re the best,” I laughed.

“I know,” Mel smiled.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

We spared a few moments for a passionate kiss that almost made me risk taking things further-even with Craig in the house-but reason won out in the end.