Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

I pushed Erica out to look her in the eyes. I saw the real girl behind the make-up, expensive clothes and bitchy attitude. I saw my sister for the first time. And I felt my heartbeat quicken for her.

“It isn’t the clothes you wear. Or don’t wear. You’d look amazing in a potato sack,” I laughed.

“I’ll have you know, I can totally rock a potato sack,” Erica replied with a small smile. “It’s about how you modify it.”

“Noted. But it isn’t what you wear or how you wear it. It’s what’s up here,” I tapped on her temple gentle. “That makes you who you are and irresistible to me.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to blow you?” Erica asked with a serious look. “Because that’s about the nicest thing a guy has ever said to me and I think it deserves a reward.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at her-what I hoped-inappropriate timing for humour. Or maybe it was appropriate. We both seemed to find it funny and it had lightened the mood.

“I’ll have to pass,” I shook my head. “But thank you.”

“Your loss,” Erica shrugged.

I was glad to see her back to her normal self. Well… at least as normal as she could be. My family had some issues, but I loved them.

“Sooooo?” Erica asked after a minute had passed. “Can I stay with you? I could really use the company.”

I mulled it over for half a minute as I weighed the risks and consequences of sharing a bed with Erica. I was somewhat sure I could keep my hands to myself during the night-I was quite tired already-and it was just two adults sharing a bed. I’d sent Emily away earlier for wanting the same thing, so I kind of felt bad about considering letting Erica stay. But we’d both gone a lot further in the short time I’d been here. Cutting it off so abruptly with Emily was a good way to stop it from getting any worse before I could end it. Maybe something as simple as sharing a bed might help put the brakes on whatever this was between Erica and myself.

“Okay,” I nodded. “But you have to get changed.”Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

“I thought you said it wasn’t what I wore?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

“It isn’t,” I smiled, shaking my head. “But that definitely won’t help me sleep.”

“Okay,” Erica grinned. “But you have to keep your shirt on too. If you go topless, so do I.”

“Deal,” I nodded.

I tore my eyes away as Erica left through the front door to go and change. Trying to fight the image in my head of our naked bodies entwined in my bed during the middle of the night. Maybe a cold shower was a good idea before bed.

Knowing I didn’t have much time before Erica would return, I stripped off and jumped in the shower, leaving the water on cold. I shivered my way through a quick scrub down and was out of the shower in record time. The icy water had done the job of cooling my blood, but it had also banished any vestiges of sleep from my mind.

“Better than a perpetual boner,” I muttered to myself as I dressed.

Erica was just re-entering my flat as I left the bathroom. Her hair was tied into a neat ponytail and she had changed into baggy black t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Her figure was concealed by her new outfit, but nothing could banish her natural beauty.

“Ready for bed?” she smiled.

“Yeah,” I nodded.

It took us a few minutes to get situated on the large bed, so we were both comfortable. I opted to sleep with my back to Erica to minimize the chances of any hanky-panky in the middle of the night. We had agreed to just share the bed, but I had a feeling her libido was playing up just as much as mine was and I didn’t think it would take much to rip away the flimsy barrier of restraint.

This was such a bad idea.

“Nick?” Erica spoke softly in the darkness.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

Even with our backs to each other, I could feel the warmth of her body. I felt frustrated that I couldn’t feel her skin and frustrated at myself for feeling that. Sleep came, but it was a long time of staring into the darkness.

I wasn’t sure how long I had slept for-I had no idea what time it was when we went to bed, let alone when I actually fell asleep-but it was still dark outside when my eyes flickered open. A quick glance out the window showed a sliver of sunlight on the horizon as the dark sky slowly began to brighten into early morning.

Back home, I would often wake with the rising sun and get a jump on my tasks for the day. Since coming to Australia, I had become lazy. Sleeping in and laying about the house most of the time. I hadn’t been here for even a week, yet I felt like I could be doing so much more with my time. Maybe the reason I was trying to fuck my family members daily was because I was cooped up in the house. I needed to release some stress and energy.

Erica was still fast asleep-snoring softly-so I was able to slip out of bed easily without waking her. She lay sprawled on her back, the covers kicked off. Her oversized shirt had ridden up her stomach, and her sweatpants had slid down her hips. The combination left me with a sight that nearly broke my resistance once more. Her shirt had bunched up under her breasts, giving me a peek at the swell of her under-boob that teased her perfection. Along with an unobstructed viewing of her smooth figure, right down to the top of her visibly hairless mound. By the looks of it, Erica hadn’t worn any underwear.

I let my eyes drink her in for a minute before tearing them away. I had seen her in far less-even in the nude-so I wasn’t sure why this was so appealing to me. Feeling frustrated once more, I quickly changed into a pair of shorts and a fresh t-shirt before I pulled on my running shoes-grabbed my wallet and keys-and quietly left my flat to go for a morning run.