Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

My heart raced as I took the empty seat across the table from Amanda. I had been expecting this conversation ever since the night we kissed. The fact that she had seemed so chill the day after made me believe she hadn’t remembered our drunken make-out session on the steps to my flat. Or that it didn’t bother her. But the tremble in her hands, the tone of her voice, and the look of freshly wiped away tears on her cheeks told me otherwise.

“Amanda…” I started to say, but she cut me off.

“I’m sorry Nick.”

I stared blankly at the black-haired beauty sitting across from me as he refused to make eye contact.

“What do you have to be sorry about?” I asked.

“What I did was wrong. I have a boyfriend and I shouldn’t have kissed you,” she said. “And… you’re my brother.”

“It’s as much my fault as it is yours,” I replied, trying to calm her down. “I kissed you back.”

“But you’re our guest here,” she pleaded. “I shouldn’t have put you in a position like that. I can’t imagine how difficult this must be for you. Coming to a new country and trying to fit in with sisters you never knew you had.”

“It can’t be easy for any of us,” I reached over and took her hand in mine. Thankfully, she didn’t pull away. “This isn’t exactly a normal situation.”

“It’s not the same for us. We knew you existed. Somewhere,” she said, squeezing my hand a little. “I knew I had a brother out there and I couldn’t wait to meet him one day. I just didn’t expect…”

My heart thumped heavily in my chest at her words. I wanted nothing more than to take this beautiful woman in my arms and console her. But I guessed that might make things worse considering the current topic of conversation. Several seconds of silence passed.

“Didn’t expect what?” I asked, almost in a whisper.

“You,” she said, finally meeting my eyes. “I’m so messed up.”

“You’re not messed up,” I said reassuringly.

“Really?” she almost laughed. “You look just like Dad. That alone should put you in the ‘off-limits’ section of men. But instead I go falling for you the second I see you.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond to her admittance of how she felt. The moment I saw Amanda it felt like I’d met my soulmate. She was everything I ever dreamed of in a woman. Only she had to be my half-sister. I had developed similar feelings for my other siblings during my short time in Australia. But nothing could top the heart-stopping image of Amanda that day.

“I feel the same way,” I said softly. “Since the first time I saw you. I don’t know what it is. But… you’re special.”

I had averted my gaze as I spoke-not game enough to meet her eyes-but when I looked up, our eyes locked. Her beautiful blue orbs gazed into mine for what felt like an eternity. Fresh tears threatened to disturb her beautiful eyes as we lost ourselves in the moment.

I loved this woman. There was no denying it.

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The words hit home like a cricket ball to the nuts. I felt my stomach drop as her hand left mine. I sat frozen in mind and body as I watched my perfect woman rise to her feet and take a step away from the small table.

“I’m sorry, Nick. But… we can’t,” she repeated as if she were trying to convince herself. “Dinner will be ready shortly.”

I watched in silence as she turned to leave. I begged whatever gods there were to make her look back, just once. But not once did she even hint at glancing over her shoulder. I screamed at myself to get to my feet and go after her. But somehow, I knew that would be the wrong move to make. It could make things worse. Not that I was sure that could happen right now.

I chain-smoked another two cigarettes before finally mustering the courage to head down to the house. Dinner would be served by now, and I had to face the music. I was determined to not let the issues between Amanda and myself affect the rest of the family.

Dinner was challenging. Both Amanda and I did out best to keep things as normal as possible. The last thing that this family needed was a rift because of us. Mel gave me a few curious looks before shifting her gaze back to Amanda. She knew something had happened and would probably question me about it sooner rather than later. The petite, white-haired girl scared me a little with how protective she was of her sisters. She was also the only one who knew the entire story. But she was also the only one I could think of to talk to about the shitstorm I had created.

Erica spent most of the meal eye-fucking the shit out of me from across the table. The dribble of sauce on her chin was most definitely left there on purpose until I looked her way. When she licked it off with a practiced lap of her enticing tongue, blood shot to my penis immediately.

Throughout the entire dinner, sweet Emily was oblivious to everything. She chatted with the entire table about the day we had spent together and what she was looking forward to-and not-about going back to university. She flashed me a few smiles when our eyes met, and I tried my best to act as normal as possible.

I excused myself as soon as I was done eating-not even bothering to offer to help clean up-and retreated to the small sanctuary of my flat. At least here I could clear my head and think about what I should do next.

The logical solution for me was to try and find a place of my own so I could distance myself from my sisters and the roiling emotions I felt for them. I sat on my couch as the TV ran in the background, sorting through my thoughts. Maybe Amanda was right. I knew I loved her, and I could tell she felt the same way about me. But it wasn’t right. Nothing I was doing with my newfound sisters was right. There were plenty of girls out there for me to meet, date and fuck. Why did I have to get such a hard-on for the ones that I’m not supposed to? It could be the allure of something forbidden. But that had never really appealed to me in the past. I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts, I didn’t hear the door open.

“Hey, Nick. Are you okay?”

I turned my head to see Emily standing in the open door. Once again, she seemed to be wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt.

“Not really,” I sighed.

“Can I do anything to help?” she asked, closing the door and sliding over to sit beside me.

“Probably not,” I replied.

“Well. I can try,” she smiled, then kissed me on the cheek.

Emily’s arms wrapped around me and I felt her t-shirt clad body slide up against mine. The feel of her body was intoxicating, and I wanted to drink her in until I passed out from the sheer pleasure of being in her presence.

“I can’t wait to sleep next to you again,” she said in a soft whisper. “You make me feel safe.”

I knew Emily wasn’t trying to be seductive-it just wasn’t in her character-but damn was she giving Erica a run for her money. I was rock hard in seconds, and I wanted nothing more than to tear that useless t-shirt away and explore her naked body. I wanted… no, I needed to kiss, touch and lick every part of her body. I wanted to enter her as I heard my name upon her lips.

I was losing control of the situation. Amanda was right, I couldn’t do this. Especially with Emily.

With more willpower than I thought I could ever possess, I gently pried Emily’s arms from around me and put a healthy distance between us.

“I’m sorry, Em. We have to stop,” I said, unable to meet her eyes.

“But…” she replied softly. “We aren’t doing anything wrong.”