Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

I grabbed my phone-which had a dead battery-and wallet before heading to the front door. But Emily stopped me with another hug. I encircled her thin waist and pulled her into a big hug, lifting her off the ground. She giggled as her feet left the floor and planted a kiss on my cheek. Our eyes met for what seemed like an eternity when I set her down again. Then she kissed me on the lips. It was a quick kiss-barely lingering-but it still took me by surprise.

“Sorry,” she said quickly. “I just had a sudden urge to kiss you.”

“It’s okay. It was only a kiss,” I smiled, and kissed her soft lips again to show I was okay with it.

A peck on the lips was okay between siblings who cared about one-another. It wasn’t like we were jamming our tongues down each-other’s throats. There was nothing wrong with it.

“Good. Because I like kissing you,” she grinned, then planted another kiss on my lips.

There’s nothing wrong with this. This is harmless affection between siblings. I just had to keep reminding myself of that.

We left my flat to head down to the main house and locked the door. Emily walked on ahead, skipping down the driveway in a way that made her shirt flare up at the bottom every now and then. I couldn’t be sure she was doing it on purpose or not. If it were Erica, I would have known she was doing it to show off, or to get a rise out of me. But Emily was a whole different story.

There was no sign of any of our other siblings as we entered the house, but it was still quite early in the morning. Chances are Erica was definitely still in bed, and the others might still be getting ready. Emily was true to her word, and she ushered me onto one of the stools as she started scrambling up some eggs. Soon enough I was wolfing down a heaped pile of salt and peppered eggs alongside some buttered toast.

“Good morning you two,” Amanda greeted us as she stepped into the kitchen.

I nearly choked on my eggs when I saw she was wearing a small tank-top that didn’t even try to hide her midriff, along with a pair of black boy shorts showcasing her flawlessly long legs.

“Good morning,” I said with a mouth half full of egg.

“Want some eggs?” Emily said to Amanda, still holding the frying pan and spatula.

“No thanks dear. I’m just going to get some coffee, then go change,” Amanda replied.

Amanda served herself up a nice hot cup of coffee, then re-filled my mug with a friendly smile. I caught her a few times glancing between Emily and myself with a curious look, but she said nothing. A few minutes later, Mel trudged into the kitchen yawning. Her platinum blonde hair was dishevelled, and she wore no make-up. Her pyjama pants were blue, with little rainbows and unicorns that matched her blue top. She was incredibly adorable in her current drowsy state.

“Good morning Mel,” I said with a smile.

She responded with a yawn and a wave in my direction as she bee-lined for the coffee machine.

“She doesn’t speak until she has her coffee,” Emily said with a cheeky grin.

“Not all of us have your morning energy Em,” the blonde twin replied.

“But we love you still,” Emily replied, kissing her twin on the cheek.

As hard as she seemed to be trying, Mel couldn’t stop herself from cracking a smile at her sister’s affection, a smile she quickly hid behind the rim of her coffee mug.

The next twenty minutes passed by with the sisters talking about what their plans for the day were. Emily served her twin some breakfast before taking the seat beside me and digging into her own. It was nice to see she ate with the same disregard for etiquette that I did. Maybe it was a trait we shared from our father. Mel ate a bit more reservedly, and so did the other two, but that could have been from their mother.

With breakfast done, I started doing the dishes. Amanda tried to interject and do them, but since she hadn’t cooked or eaten, she was easily persuaded to take a seat and relax. Emily did give me a hand drying and stacking the mornings plates, pans and cutlery, and I was glad to have her so close, even for such a menial task. I was really enjoying her company.

“Well I’m gonna go get changed and head out,” Amanda said after she finished her coffee. “Do you two need a lift?”

“Yes please,” Emily replied. “Nick is coming with us too.”

“About the job?” Amanda asked, turning to me.

“Yeah. I decided I need to do something to keep myself occupied,” I replied.

“That’s great. Sitting around the house all day can get rather boring,” she replied.

“Tell me about it,” I chuckled. “It’s only been a few days and I’m already feeling cooped up and lethargic.”

“Well I’ll be ready in about twenty minutes. Meet me outside when you’re ready.”

I succeeded in keeping my eyes off Amanda’s ass as she left the kitchen. Well… mostly.

Everyone went their separate ways to get ready, but since I was mostly ready, I headed into the living room to pass the time while I waited for my sisters. I guessed Emily would be ready in no time, but Mel might be awhile.

I wasn’t really watching the episode of American dad-since I’d seen most of them before-but it was good for background noise while I waited. Footsteps from the stairs drew my attention, but where I expected to see Emily, I saw Erica.

Like Emily, she wore an oversized band t-shirt that barely covered her juicy ass. Her hair looked freshly brushed and she even wore a touch of make-up, which was strange since she hadn’t even come down from her bedroom until now. I expected a sultry look that would make my cock jump, or for her to flash me her ass with no one around. But she was staring daggers at me instead.

Erica crossed the living room and planted herself directly in front of me. Since I wasn’t really watching T. V, I switched it off and smiled at my sister.

“Good mor-” I started, but she cut me off.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing with Emily,” she snapped.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“What are you talking about?” I answered, my heart racing at the accusation.

“You know what the fuck I’m talking about,” she scowled, taking a step closer. “I saw her in your bed last night.”

This wasn’t how I expected my morning to start.

“Hang on a minute,” I got to my feet and held a hand up to silence her. “First of all. Why were you in my room last night? And secondly. Why do you care that Emily crashed in my bed last night?”

“I care because she’s my little sister,” Erica snapped.

“Fair enough,” I replied. “But why were you in my room last night?”