Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

“Can you take off your shirt?” Mel asked. “I like looking at you without your shirt on.”

I nodded, in a bit of a daze, then removed my shirt. Mel’s fingers trailed along the waistband of my shorts before sliding them inside. I gasped with pleasure as soon as I felt her digits touch the skin of my shaft. And I found myself helping her as she tugged on my shorts. Next thing I knew, I was as naked as she was. And her hand was wrapped around my shaft.

“We should stop this,” I gasped as my hips bucked involuntarily.

“We probably should,” Mel mused. “But I’m interested to see the results.”

Mel’s other hand joined the party, and soon she was working my shaft with expert twisting motions as she stared into my eyes. The heat from her naked body was almost unbearable, but at the same time I wanted to pull her in closer. Take in the entirety of her warmth against my skin. I wanted to devour her.

My body acted almost as if it had a mind of its own. It was like I was watching someone move my arms as I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her against me. She left one hand on my erection as it became trapped between our bodies, letting her free hand slide up my arm to grip my bicep. Her skin was incredibly soft. Her small breasts pressed into my chest and I took a long inhale of her scent. A mixture of female arousal, coconut oil and the faint scent of her sweat filled my nostrils and made my head spin with delight. I could easily drink from this well and drown with a smile on my face.

“Oh Nick!” Mel gasped.

My right hand had found its way to her cute little ass and gave it a firm squeeze. I leaned back against the couch and let my sister melt into my chest as she continued to work my shaft as best as she could. I worked my hips in unison with her arm movements and was soon lost in the moment as I edged closer and closer to climax.

I wanted to fuck Mel badly. But even at my level or arousal, I couldn’t bring myself to do that. I was also afraid that if I stopped her right now, I might lose my nerve. But I wanted to make sure Mel enjoyed herself just as much as me.

I gave her cute little ass another firm squeeze before sliding my hand between her cheeks, feeling my fingers glide over her dripping vagina. Mel sucked in a gasp of air as my hand cupped her sex and buried her face into my neck as I found her clit. I rubbed gently at the tiny cluster of nerves between her legs for a dozen seconds or so before sliding two of my fingers deep inside her. Mel moaned as I began to fuck her with my fingers, matching the speed of which she was working my shaft with her hand.

“Are you close?” she whispered, kissing my neck.

“Yeah,” I groaned.

“So am I.”

Our eyes locked once more, then a wave of pleasure shot through my groin and I felt the powerful surge of my orgasm come crashing into me. My hips bucked once more just as I felt Mel’s body stiffen and her vagina clench around my fingers. Cum spewed forth from the tip of my cock, coating both Mel’s stomach, and my own. I felt the wetness of her pussy triple as she let out a long, low moan of pleasure.

We stood like that for a few minutes. Our foreheads pressed together as out bodies tried to absorb the other’s with how firmly we were pressed together. Then I felt Mel’s hand slide down my shaft and gentle massage my balls. Causing another bout of sperm to rocket from my penis and cause a mess of our abdomens.

“Now that was intense,” Mel said, breathing heavily.

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“You’re still hard,” she added, sliding her hand over my rock-hard shaft once more. “Do you want to do some more… stuff?”

“I really do,” I said. “But Mel… we shouldn’t have even done this.”

“Nonsense,” she shook her head. “Did you once have to think about someone else to get off?”

“No,” I replied honestly. “All my thoughts were on you alone.”

“Then we have our answer,” she smiled sweetly.

“Answer?” I asked.

“That you need us as much as we need you.”

A knock at my door broke the magical moment. And I was suddenly back in control of my own body.

“Nick,” Amanda called out. “Can we talk?”

My heart slammed into my throat as I surveyed the scene before me. Mel’s hand was still clutching my hard-as-nails erection, and we stood in my small living room in our birthday suits. There was so much evidence of what we’d just done, even a blind man could see the truth.

“The doors locked,” Mel whispered.

“You locked it?” I asked, stepping away from her and immediately regretting the loss of contact with her skin.

“Of course,” she nodded. “I didn’t want anyone to disturb us.”

“You planned this?”

Mel gave me a wink, then collected her discarded clothing before heading in the direction of my bathroom. I lost myself for a moment as I watched her hips sway and my eyes locked into her pert ass. Then the knock at the door brought me to my senses. Just as Mel rounded the corner though, she flashed me a big smile over her shoulder.

“Coming,” I called out, then grabbed my shorts and tugged them on.

I had no decent way of cleaning myself up, so I quickly grabbed my shirt and wiped up the mess across my stomach before pitching the balled-up t-shirt across the room, hoping Amanda wouldn’t see it. The smell of sweat and sex was still strong on me, and I quickly washed up in the kitchen sink before giving myself a quick spray with deodorant. Then answered the door.

“Hey,” I said, greeting Amanda. “Sorry, I was in the bedroom.”

“That’s okay,” she said, a slightly confused and curious look on her face. “Can I come in?”

“Sure thing,” I said, stepping aside to let her in. “Is something wrong?”

“Yes,” she sighed. “I wanted to apologise about the talk we had. I know I was a complete mess that night and I had so much on my mind. But I really shouldn’t have sprung it on you like that.”

“I understand why you did it though,” I said, leaning against the wall opposite her.

“And that’s what makes me feel even shittier about it,” she sighed.

“It’s okay. We can just pretend that kiss never happened and move forward. We can put that behind us and just continue getting to know each other,” I said.

“Fucking hell you’re too nice,” she laughed, then wiped under her eyes as if she were about to cry. “Just like Dad.”

“There’s such a thing as being too nice?” I chuckled.

“Yes. It makes you impossible to be mad at. It was a trait that infuriated my mother when she and our dad had a fight,” Amanda smiled. “He would go to any lengths to make up with her and keep the peace. Even if she was wrong.”

“Well,” I said with a smirk. “My mother was stubborn, so I’ll have you know I’m nice, and stubborn. Let’s see how that works out for you.”