Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

I did what Mel said and imagined Emily in her older sister’s position. The thought of Emily posing for those kinds of photos was actually incredibly hot and caused my erection to jump to attention. I then imagined Mel in the same position and Amanda to finish it off. The only one of the women I felt any jealousy towards was Amanda.

“Nothing. Well, not nothing. It’s pretty hot thinking of you two like that,” I laughed.

“You thought about me too?” Mel smirked. “That wasn’t the experiment.”

“You didn’t feel jealous?” Emily asked, almost timidly.

“No, not at all,” I replied. “I imagined it was completely and entirely your decision, and you wanted to do it. I couldn’t be upset if you were doing something you wanted to do. I know you love me.”

A tear rolled down Emily’s cheek as she smiled broadly. She brushed her messy hair away from her face and leaned across the table, planting a kiss on my lips. “Thank you. But I don’t think I’ll ever be doing what Erica does.”

“If you do. Maybe you could pose with our resident stud for me,” Mel smiled.

“That’s one way to keep our secret incestual relationship,” I chuckled. “By taking and keeping photographic proof.”All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“Fiiiine,” Mel sighed. “Ruin my fun, why don’t you.”

“This lunch topic took a strange turn,” I laughed.

“Get used to strange with this family,” Emily smiled.

“If you’re not strange. You’re boring,” Mel added. “With that last nugget of wisdom, I’ll leave you, kids, to it. I’ll be in my room, not wearing pants in case either or both of you wish to join me.”

Emily and I watched her twin leave the room and head upstairs. I glanced over to Emily out of the corner of my eye and wondered if she was actually checking out her twin. Erica’s remark about Amanda the night before drifted up in my thoughts, making me wonder about a few things.

“Was it just me, or was she acting extra weird today?” I chuckled.

“Definitely more weird,” Emily giggled.

I helped Emily clean up after lunch before we parted ways with a quick kiss to get ready for the day. I made the trip up to my flat and was satisfied the aroma of sex wasn’t as potent as the night before. Opening the windows had really helped, although I still needed to get my clean sheets from the laundry. That could be a job for later, and if I forgot, I was sure there was a bed elsewhere in the house I could crash in for the night.

Maybe even with one of the twins.

It was still summer–and far hotter than back home–so I pulled on a pair of cargo shorts and a sleeveless band T-shirt I’d gotten at a local show back home. The band didn’t exist anymore–breaking up shortly after releasing their only album–but I still listened to their music quite regularly and had kept in contact with the lead guitarist. Not for the first time since moving to Australia, I found myself thinking about the people I left behind. I had a few good friends and a potential girlfriend, but everyone was always so busy working on careers and personal projects that it felt like I hadn’t seen any of them for years. How had my absence affected their lives?

It was easy to fall into the line of thought that no one would miss you if you were gone. I had jogged down that lane plenty of times since my mother passed away. But not since coming here. Not since meeting my sisters had I felt like I didn’t matter to someone. Each of them had gravitated towards me so quickly and made me feel welcome and loved. Albeit, in very different ways, I knew with utmost certainty that I would be missed if I vanished now. Missed by four remarkable women.

I smiled to myself, amused and still bewildered at the change in my life. I had lost my only parent and wasn’t sure of my spot in the world. But now, I lived in a huge home with four beautiful women who all seemed to share varying degrees of love and affection for me while not being bothered about sharing me with one another. It was like a really poorly written pornography movie where the hero of the story just gets away with putting his dick in every girl he sees.

Part of me wondered if I could get away with that too. But I really didn’t need to find out. I was only fucking one of the women in this house so far, and already I was feeling a little overwhelmed.

“Ready to go?” Emily called out, pushing my front door open.

“Yeah, I’m ready,” I replied, letting my dwelled thoughts go for now. “Let’s do this.”

I grabbed my phone, wallet, and keys before following Emily back into the house and garage. In the back corner of the garage was a stack of guitar cases under a dark grey blanket. Emily moved them around until she found what she was looking for and passed one to me before taking another for herself.

“These will do great,” Emily smiled. “I’m really looking forward to this. I wonder how much we can make.”

“You’re beautiful and talented,” I smiled. “I’m sure you will make a fortune today.”

“Thank you,” Emily smiled, then placed a hand on my bare bicep. “But with these on display, I think you’ll be the one bringing in some money.”

I gave my bicep a quick flex just to see Emily’s reaction. Her cheeks darkened a touch, but she didn’t look nervous or shy. Instead, she looked hungry. The predatory look in her eyes vanished almost as quickly as it had appeared, and Emily grinned her signature goofy smile before kissing me on the lips.

“Come on,” Emily nodded towards the door.

We loaded our gear into Erica’s blue sedan before Emily took the driver’s seat. I still hadn’t gotten around to getting my Australian driver’s license–and riding Emily’s bike had been the limit of me pushing my luck–so for now, I let the girls drive me around.

“It was nice of Erica to let us use the car,” I said.

“Amanda was going out anyway, so it made sense,” Emily replied. “Plus, none of us enjoy driving to the city; it’s just easier to jump on a train.”

“I grew up around London, so I can totally relate to that,” I laughed.

“You didn’t drive back home?” Emily asked, keeping her eyes on the road.

“I had a bike, and my mum had a car, which we used almost every day. But the city was a nightmare to drive in and worse to try and find a parking spot,” I explained. “It was far easier to just get a bus or a taxi in. We never really went into the city all that much anyway. Everything was ten times more expensive and way too many strangers.”

“Sounds like one city is the same as any other,” Emily nodded. “It’s much the same here. But I put up with all that for the concerts.”

“Yeah, I can relate to that,” I chuckled. “That was the only reason I ever wanted to head into the city.”

“I wish international bands visited here as often as they do over there,” Emily sighed.

“One day, I was walking down the street, and I spotted a poster for Lamb of God playing,” I chuckled. “The venue was opening in about forty minutes, so I just bought a ticket and waited.”

“I officially hate you,” Emily pouted. “But I’ll forgive you if you give me a kiss.”

“Deal,” I smiled, leaning over to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Is that better?”

“We’ll have to wait and see,” Emily smiled. “Alright, we’re here.”