Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

“That’s great news, man,” I smiled. John had separated from his ex-wife and was having a hard time getting past her to spend time with his two daughters. Both girls were over eighteen, but their mother still held a firm grip on their lives.

“It really is,” John grinned like a fool.

“Well, I am happy for you, man. You enjoy the weekend, and I’ll see you on Monday.”

I held my phone to my chest as John drove away in his cart, waiting for him to be out of sight before I glanced around and took another look at what my gorgeous sister had sent me. I drank in the still image of her body splayed out on my bed. I let my eyes roam over every visible inch of her naked flesh and envision the scent, touch, and taste of her skin. My dick was ready for a fuck party, and I could imagine the throbbing pulses as complaints. Urging me to go home early and plough my sister.

I shook my head and locked my phone. I still had a few hours of work left, and the others weren’t going to get it all done. In truth, whatever we didn’t get done today could easily be caught up on over the weekend. John had said that he regularly came in on Sundays or early Mondays to catch up on things he missed or forgot the week before. The University campus was relatively new and didn’t take much work to maintain it.

But I still wanted to get my tasks done for the day.

A buzzer chimed over the PA system, telling me that a class session was just ending. Students would be heading to new classes, off to grab lunch or home for the day–depending on their schedule–which meant I would have to contest with pedestrians on the paths until they cleared out. I pulled my packet of smokes from the glove compartment on my cart and sparked one up, giving a security guard a wave as he walked by. Mel was right. They really didn’t give a shit as long as you stayed out of sight of campus administrators.

I was just about finished my smoke and ready to move out when I spied a flash of long, white hair in a crowd of students. The bulk of the students moved on, leaving the white-haired beauty in plain view.

Mel was maybe twenty metres away, but she was unmistakable with her platinum-coloured hair that hung down to her perfectly shaped ass. She was far smaller than her sisters in all aspects, but she still had her own curves. It was almost like she had been created on a smaller scale than her sisters. Her hips were small, but the curve to her waist was noticeable. Her breasts were tiny in comparison but perfect on her frame. And her ass… like all of my sisters, Mel’s ass was a thing of dreams.

I spotted a guy talking with Mel and immediately felt a pang of jealousy shoot through my body. Who was this guy? Was he bothering Mel? I stamped those thoughts and emotions down as fast as they’d reared their ugly heads and took a deep breath. It was natural to feel something akin to jealousy, but it wouldn’t do anyone any good for me to start creating fancies in my head that would eventually drive me to do something utterly stupid that I couldn’t take back.

It was also a genuine possibility that Mel had positioned herself in that spot to talk to a guy just to mess with me.

Mel’s head turned my way for a split second, and I was starting to think that I was right about my sibling messing with me. She gave the mystery man a quick, friendly hug, then slowly crossed the distance between us. Mel took slow steps as her eyes locked onto mine. Her loose, frilly skirt swished with each step, threatening to reveal more of her fishnet-coated legs. Her black leather top left most of her tight stomach exposed while pressing and lifting her small breasts in a way that made them rival any of her sister’s marvellous mounds. The fishnet that covered her legs also ran over her stomach, chest, and down her arms, making me think she was wearing a body suit. That alone gave me a flurry of new images that really didn’t help my current situation at all.

“Hello, dear brother,” Mel smiled as she approached me. “Enjoying your day?”

Mel and I had been caught up in some strange sexual limbo over the last week. It was no secret how badly Mel and I wanted each other–especially between us–but no matter where we were or what we were doing, every time things got hot and heavy between us, something would happen that would stop us and leave me with a raging erection that I ended up taking out on Erica later that night. There were a few times that I felt like I could have pushed for it from Mel, but I still felt a little uncomfortable getting too pushy with my sisters. The last thing I wanted was to sleep with them through coercion.

There had to be a reason why Mel hadn’t come to spend a night with me yet. Maybe she wasn’t completely ready.

“It’s been a relatively good day,” I said. “It’s getting better.”

“It is,” Mel winked.

We were still in public, and many students were walking the grounds, so I dared not do anything more than enjoy the sight of Mel’s body. I wondered if she wore that outfit for the unnamed guy or me.

“Who was your friend?” I asked, acting as disinterested as I could.

“That’s Jason. He’s just a friend,” Mel shrugged. “I actually had a crush on him until this hunk of a guy showed up out of nowhere.”

“Oh really?” I grinned.

“Yeah,” Mel said, taking a step closer despite being in public. Mel reached out and caressed my erection through my coveralls with just her fingertips. “I think about him every night.”All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

My cock pulsed and practically jumped at Mel’s touch. I felt an animalistic urge flood my body. The urge to mate with this creature of sin and pleasure before me. Like a wild animal, I needed to take her and mark her as my own. But once again, Mel and I were in a position where we were unable to indulge our wanton desires.

I took a deep breath and inched away from Mel just slightly. Her hand fell away from my cock, but she didn’t look upset. Instead, she just shot me a knowing smile and wink.

“I better get going,” Mel said as if there was no sexual tension at all in the air. “I’ll see you at home tonight.”

My eyes followed Mel as she sauntered away, her skirt swishing from side to side from the sway of her hips. Knowing Mel, she added that extra little kick to her step just for me. My phone chimed a few seconds later, breaking my concentration on Mel’s behind. I pulled my phone out and saw a message from Mel. I looked up to see she had stopped and looked my way with a slight smile on her lips.

‘Check your pocket.’ The message read.

I checked both pockets on my coveralls before pulling a balled-up pair of panties free. The black silk mainly was see-through and felt extremely damp to the touch and warm. My phone chimed again, and I checked the new message from Mel.

‘I’m literally dripping right now.’