Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

The rest of the household was awake and seated at the breakfast table when Emily and I entered through the back door. I’d opted not to wear a shirt to breakfast because it was a nice day out, and I was feeling good about myself today. These women lusted after me as much as I had them, and I loved the feeling of their eyes on me.

“Good morning,” I said to everyone as I took my seat beside Mel.

“Sleep well?” Mel asked, giving me a wide grin. She was still dressed in her pink unicorn and rainbow pyjama pants and tiny white top, looking like a great breakfast snack herself.

“Very well, thank you,” I replied.

Emily took a seat beside Erica, who was eye-fucking the shit out of me from across the table. I could almost feel the arousal in her gaze and suspected she’d had a frustrating night thinking about how I promised we’d spend tonight together. I had to admit, I was really looking forward to it myself. I thoroughly enjoyed spending the night with Emily, but I really needed to fuck.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Dig in,” Amanda said, placing a plate of bacon, eggs, and buttered toast before me.

I thanked her, letting my eyes linger on her body for a few seconds before my stomach rumbled loudly, and I began shovelling food into my mouth.

The girls chatted like normal as we all ate. Mel and Emily spoke about going back to University next week, reminding me that I started my new job soon. I had to go in on the weekend for some sort of orientation before the students started back. I was looking forward to working again, even though I was tempted to just stay at home with Erica and take advantage of all the privacy we would have.

A hand on my leg brought my attention away from my food and to Mel beside me. She was still chatting normally with her twin, even as she worked the button to my jeans with one hand and started pulling my fly down. The next thing I knew, my cock was out, and her tiny hand started working my tool. I tried focusing on my food as Mel somehow managed to jerk me off under the table and maintain a conversation about school schedules and study groups with her sister.

“So, Nick. About that thing,” Amanda said. “I hate to get pushy, but it’s kind of time-sensitive.”

I hadn’t really given it any thought, and I was having a tough time concentrating on anything apart from Mel’s hand on my cock. I guess it couldn’t hurt to accept Craig’s offer. It would be great to play in an already established band.

“Yeah, I’ll do it,” I said, taking a deep breath.

“Awesome,” Amanda grinned, then rose from her chair and rounded the table to give me a quick hug. Mel’s hand stayed on my cock-under the table-and continued stroking me, even picking up speed as Amanda wrapped her arms around me. The close contact with the eldest of my siblings and Mel’s hand was pushing me to the finish line far quicker than any handjob I’d received in my life.

“What’s going on?” Erica asked.

“Nick is going to play with Craig’s band,” Amanda said, straightening from our hug and resting a hand on my shoulder.

“And here it thought you had good taste, dear brother,” Erica smiled and raised an eyebrow.

“That’s great news!” Emily grinned. “I can’t wait to see you play.”

“Maybe I’ll actually enjoy seeing them play live now,” Erica added.

“It’s been a while since I played with a band, and it should be a lot of fun,” I shrugged. “That’s if I can learn all their songs in four weeks.”

“You’ll do it,” Emily said, still grinning. “You’re an amazing musician.”

“And their music isn’t exactly difficult,” Erica laughed softly.

Amanda ignored her sister’s snarky comments and returned to her chair, shooting me a smile.

“Maybe you could practice with me,” I said to Amanda.

Amanda gave me a shocked look like I’d said I wanted to jump off the roof or something. Then shook her head and stared down at her food. “I’m not even sure I know how to play anymore. I haven’t touched a guitar in years.”

“You could do it easy,” Mel said.

“Yeah, you’re amazing, Manda,” Emily added.

“Even with one arm, you’d be better than Craig,” Erica jabbed.

“Thanks,” Amanda said, her cheeks turning a slight shade of red. “But I’m not sure.”

“That’s okay,” I said, reaching across the table to place my hand on hers. “If you don’t want to, I won’t keep asking. But I’d like to play with you sometime.”

Our eyes met, and I could immediately tell Amanda wanted to play with me as much as I did her. And not with any instruments.

Breakfast ended without any relief from Mel under the table. I waited until the other girls left the table before stuffing my erection into my jeans and helping Amanda with the dishes. Emily hung around chatting to her sister as we washed, dried, and stacked the dishes from the morning.

“I’m gonna go change,” Emily said, hopping down from the kitchen counter she’d perched herself on and bounded upstairs.

“She’s in a good mood,” Amanda said, bending down to store some pots.

“Yeah, she must have slept well,” I said, my eyes locked onto Amanda’s barely concealed behind. She was taking a while to sort those pots.

“I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in a while,” Amanda said after she straightened.

Was she suggesting something to me? I wasn’t very good at reading women when they wanted to be subtle-or even when they held a neon sign over their head with big letters saying ‘I WANT YOUR DICK’-and I was doubly bad at reading what Amanda was saying without saying it. With any other girl, I’d just go for it, and if I struck out, it wouldn’t have been a big deal. But if I pushed Amanda too hard, it might ruin our current relationship.

“Well, I hope that changes for you soon,” I said flatly.

“Yeah, so do I,” Amanda said, sounding a little deflated.