Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

My head snapped up, and I locked eyes with Mel, she was too far away to speak to without yelling, and Mel was already being greeted by a couple of her friends I had seen around the campus earlier this week. My platinum hair sister blew me a discreet kiss–followed by a seductive wink–then turned to her friends before the trio walked off together. I was left there with a very difficult to conceal erection as I fought against images of taking Mel and having my way with her. Burying my cock so deep inside of her that I might as well be drilling for oil. I shook my head and banished the marvellous images and thoughts. The quicker I could get home, the quicker I could take out my frustration on Erica.

Something that I had been doing quite a bit lately.

I finished my rounds and dumped the compiled garbage bags in one of the massive dumpsters on campus. The dumpsters were near overflowing, but we expected a removal tomorrow morning. I headed back to the maintenance office to take my lunch break. Corey sat by himself on the steps, a lit cigarette between his fingers. Mark and Justin were nowhere to be seen.

“Hey, man,” I greeted Corey.

Corey looked up from his phone and gave me a curt–but friendly–nod. “Your girlfriend is waiting inside for you.”

I froze midway up the short staircase at his words. Corey hadn’t really said more than two words to me or anyone since I had started so that in itself was surprising enough. But what did he mean by girlfriend? My first thought was that Jen had stopped by and decided that we were a couple, but that didn’t make sense. The last time Jen was at the house, she barely paid any attention to me other than a friendly smile. What we had done was just a one-night stand. The only other option was one of my sisters had come by, and Corey had just suspected it was my girlfriend. I just saw Mel with her friends, so it must be Emily. But she knew better than to draw attention to us while she was at school.

“Thanks,” I replied as casually as I could.

“No worries. The other two have gone home for the day,” Corey said, stomping out his cigarette before adding the butt to his pocket. “I’m heading out for my rounds. See you later.”

The tall, shave-headed man rose to his feet and casually strolled away without a second thought. Had he really just given me a hint that I could fool around with whoever was waiting for me? It wouldn’t have taken much to get Mark and Justin to go home early–since they did about as much work from home–and Corey would know that John had taken off early for the day. I took the gesture as a friendly one, something I would have done for one of my friends back home. The only issue I faced now is that no matter who was waiting for me–and what we did when I entered the building–Corey would believe we were dating.

I took a deep breath and opened the door to the maintenance office, hoping that it was anyone but one of my sisters and if it had to be a sister, please not one of the twins. But another part of me also hoped it was one of them because I had some severe sexual frustration to work off.

“Hello, lover.”

Sitting in the waiting area of the maintenance office–perched on the desk with her long legs crossed–was my second eldest half-sister. Erica wore a wide grin, flashing me her pearly whites as she eye-fucked me like the degenerate she was. She wore a pair of black denim shorts that were marginally larger than the soaked panties Mel had gifted me. And a band T-shirt from one of my all-time favourite bands. Her top had been cut and modified–as was most of her band merchandise–to show a generous amount of cleavage and hint at the milky flesh of her skin beneath.

My dick bounced and bobbed on its own as a fresh wave of blood rushed in.

“I see you’re happy to see me already,” Erica smirked, eyeing my crotch. “Or have you been spending time with my sisters?”Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Both,” I grinned. “But what are you doing here? Corey thinks you’re my girlfriend.”

“Of course, he does. What girl dresses up like this to visit her brother that she isn’t fucking,” Erica shrugged and ran a hand up her smooth leg. “It would have been unbelievable.”

“But what if he learns that we are related?” I replied.

“It’s one visit, Nick. But if you think it’s too risky, then I’ll just see you at home,” Erica said, sounding a little annoyed.

Erica hopped to her feet and grabbed her handbag before heading to the door. I immediately felt bad for my behaviour. I should have known this would happen sooner or later. No woman wanted to be confined to the house and have sex in the same place again and again, especially in the early stages of a relationship. We had been sleeping together for a little over a week now, and I hadn’t even thought to take her out somewhere. We needed to be careful, but that didn’t mean we had to be shut-ins and too afraid to do anything fun and risque.

“Not so fast,” I said, grabbing Erica’s arm as she walked by. “We’re not done.”

Erica looked ready to argue, but she melted into me once I pulled her body against mine and mashed our lips together. Her bag thudded to the ground, all but abandoned, as she circled her arms around my neck. My erection pressed almost painfully against her stomach, rewarding me with tiny moans as Erica pressed harder against me, grinding herself on my body.

“I thought this was too risky,” Erica said breathlessly when we finally came up for air.

“You’re worth any risk,” I replied, kissing her forehead softly. “And every consequence.”

Erica attacked me once more, her tongue sliding into my mouth as her hands deftly un-zipped my coveralls, pulling them down to my waist. It was warm outside, so I had changed out of my jeans when I dressed in the locker room, leaving my underwear and T-shirt on. My T-shirt came next, followed by Erica’s as they were both flung across the room. We were both in such a hurry to get at one another that it hadn’t even crossed my mind to find somewhere with a little more privacy before we were both half-naked.

I broke our intense make-out session and let my eyes drink in Erica’s body. Her black and white lace bra lifted and pushed her magnificent breasts together in a way that ensured there were no rivals in the entire world. It took me a moment to get my words together. “Follow me.”

I took Erica’s hand and scooped up our discarded clothes before leading my lover into the break room. With a small fridge, microwave, and a table and chairs, the room wasn’t much to look at. But it had a very comfortable couch along one wall. I turned to face my half-sibling as we reached the couch, and she surprised me with a devilishly delightful grin before shoving me back onto the soft cushions. Erica dropped to her knees and yanked my coveralls all the way down to my ankles. My boots were still on, but that didn’t seem to bother my seductress of a sister as she yanked down my boxers and let them bundle at my ankles with my coveralls. My cock sprang free with a satisfying ‘thwack’ against my bare stomach. I watched as Erica eyed my erection like a starving lioness about to devour a wounded antelope. She even licked her lips.

“We don’t have a great deal of time,” I said regretfully.

“Don’t worry. I know what I signed up for,” Erica winked.

Erica stood and unclasped her bra, groping her magnificent melons herself as she bit her bottom lip. Her hips swayed from side to side as if she were on the verge of dancing for me, but instead, she spun in a slow circle as she unbuttoned her shorts and pointed her perfect ass my way. The sound of her zip was followed quickly by Erica bending at the waist as she slid her shorts down her long, smooth legs. Only once I trailed her movements and slid back up her body did I notice she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her hairless, juicy mound peaked out at me between her firm cheeks, begging to be licked, sucked, and fucked until the goddess before me could take no more. But we really didn’t have the security nor privacy to fully indulge one another. Before I could say anything, Erica spun to face me, mounting me quickly. I grasped her hips just as one of her hands took my cock between her delicate fingers, angling me just right before impaling herself on my rod.