Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

Here is the issue I had with Mel. These games were fun to play, but I had no idea where it would go from here. There was a good chance that I could pull out my dick right here and now, and next thing I know, Mel is on her knees and giving me the best blow job of my life only for us to be interrupted by Emily or Mel to say she has to go do something. Leaving me with an erection that didn’t want to go down, and without Erica here, I had far fewer options.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

My seductress of a lover had been on the receiving end of my sexual frustration more than a few times when I was left with my dick in my hand after an encounter with Mel.

“Maybe next time,” I laughed.

“Shame,” Mel said, taking a step closer to me, brushing her hand along my shorts and over my cock, causing it to bounce. “I could do with a fill me up.”

“Don’t you mean, pick me up?” I asked, focusing on keeping my composure.

“You heard right,” Mel winked.

My willpower was melting as quickly as a snowman in a furnace, and it wouldn’t be long before I was a puddle for Mel to do with as she pleased. The proximity of her displaying so much flesh was intoxicating, even though I had seen her naked more than once. Could this be the time something happened between us? I had let Mel lead the interactions between us like I had with Emily, but the twins were very different people.

What if Mel was just waiting for me to make the first move?

I quickly recalled our past interactions and noticed a trend among them. Mel would come on hot and heavy, then hit the brakes. Something would come up, and we’d stop. I figured she was just playing around until she felt ready. But what if I had been wrong, and she was just pushing me to make the first move?

“I did,” I said, stepping closer to Mel.

I grabbed the platinum-haired minx by the hips and pulled her against me. A soft gasp escaped her lips just as mine crashed into hers. I felt Mel’s tongue force its way into my mouth as she ground her body against mine like a cat in heat. It was happening; it was finally going to happen.

My hands slid down to her lower back to rest on her taut ass. She had the smallest butt of the girls, but it was just as impressive. So firm, round, and perfect. My erection strained against my shorts as it dug into Mel’s stomach as we both ground against each other.

“I need you right now,” I said in a breathless whisper.

Mel looked into my eyes, her own filled with desire and lust, for nearly a full minute before biting her bottom lip and sighing. She dropped her eyes from mine and pressed her cheek against my chest.

“I wasn’t expecting you to call my bluff,” Mel laughed nervously. “I hope you’re not mad at me.”

I had been right. Mel wasn’t ready, and she hadn’t been waiting for me to make the first move. We had fooled around a bit, but like her sister, I guess she just wasn’t feeling up to the finality of sleeping with her brother.

“I’m not mad,” I smiled, kissing her on the forehead. “I couldn’t be mad at you.”

“Thank you for understanding,” Mel nodded. “I better get back to my stream.”

Mel nodded back to her computer. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was looking at, but a chat window scrolled by on one monitor while a game was paused on another. I had heard about gamers streaming before but hadn’t really seen it before.

“Don’t worry,” Mel smiled. “My cameras don’t face my door.”

“You wear that on camera?” I asked, looking down at her very scantily clad body.

“Better tips,” Mel winked.

“Imagine the tips if they caught what could have gone down here,” I chuckled.

“That would have resulted in a ban for me,” Mel giggled. “Talk to Erica if you wanna try that stuff. Now scoot, I got games to play.”

“Wait, talk to Erica about what?” I asked, but Mel silenced me by kissing me before ushering me through the door. “I love you… big brother.”

The emphasis Mel put on ‘big’ made my cock twitch, but the door was closed before my brain could recover enough to form a response. That woman was so complex it would have been easier to solve Rubik’s cube with one hand while blindfolded than to figure out what goes on in that pretty little head of hers.

Jen and Emily were still in the living room, and I didn’t want to disturb them, so I set about getting some tasks done. My sheets had been transferred to the dryer from the night before, so I grabbed them out and headed up to my flat to make my bed. I showered after the bed was made and dressed in a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt before heading back down to the house to make a sandwich since I hadn’t had anything since lunch with the twins.

The house was still quiet, the hushed conversation between Jen and Emily the only sound I could hear. I was starting to worry that I’d be going to bed alone tonight–which hadn’t happened for over a week–since Jen had occupied Emily all afternoon.

I finished up my sandwich and decided to kill time by playing guitar. I crept by the living room quickly as to not give the girls the impression I was skulking around and eavesdropping and darted into the garage. I scooped the Jackson out of its case and checked it was tuned. I had only checked and played it yesterday, but it was a good habit to have. I had been to one too many local gigs where someone in the band had forgotten to tune their instrument.

No one wanted to be that guy.

Everything was set and ready to go–as I suspected. I switched on the amplifier and started off with some 80’s rock that had been playing in my head earlier today. I went into some songs Emily and I had played with the acoustic guitars earlier, only this time I have the volume and the distortion to really bring it to life. I sang along to the songs I knew and let the music wash over me.