Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

“Yep,” Emily smiled.

As usual, Emily wore a long t-shirt that stopped mid-thigh, leaving her milky white legs exposed, and by the delightful bounce of her breasts when she moved, I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. I switched the lights off and climbed into bed first, scooting over to one side and pulled the covers back for Emily. She slid into the bed eagerly, worming her way under the covers until she was pressed up against me, our faces merely an inch apart.

“Hey,” Emily smiled, kissing me on the lips.

“Hey to you,” I said, kissing her back.

“I’m so glad you let me sleep here tonight,” she said. “I love waking up next to you.”

“The feelings mutual,” I said, wrapping arms around her slim waist and pulling her against me.

“I’m sorry I’m not ready for… you know,” Emily said after a moment of silence.

“It’s fine,” I assured her. “There’s no rush.”

“But isn’t it… uncomfortable for you?” Emily asked.

As usual around my sexy as fuck siblings, my cock had decided he wanted to join the party and was now pressing against Emily’s stomach. The cold shower had helped calm me down from my brief and anti-climactic encounter with Erica. But there was no real long-term solution when I had this all-star babe in bed with me. Well… no other long-term.

“It’s not so bad,” I lied. “Guys get used to this kind of thing.”

“Do you ever… do it yourself?” Emily asked shyly.

“All guys do, and most girls from what I’ve been told,” I chuckled.

“You can do that if you want,” Emily said, her tone low and breathy.

“Do you want to see that?” I asked, more than a little interested in the idea. It wasn’t sex, but it would still be better than jacking off on my own.

“Well…” Emily bit her bottom lip in a way that made her look incredibly sexy, but she probably didn’t even know what she was doing. “I haven’t seen one in person before.”

“And you want to?” I asked, dragging this conversation out on purpose. It was making Emily squirm. Something I found very entertaining.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

“Only yours,” she blurted out.

“Okay,” I nodded. “Can you get the lamp?”

Emily slipped away from me for a moment and switched on the bedside lamp-It was one of those Himalayan salt lamps-that bathed the room in a soft, warm glow. Emily perched herself next to me, sitting cross-legged with her hands on her lap. She looked both eager and anxious.

I pulled the covers away-revealing the very obvious tent in my shorts-and hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my shorts.

“Could you take your shirt off too?” Emily asked just before I pulled my shorts down.

“Sure,” I smiled and sat up in bed to pull my shirt off. “That better?”

“Yes,” Emily said, her eyes exploring my naked chest before settling on my barely concealed erection.

The sexual tension in the room was so thick I was surprised neither of us was choking on it. I could feel Emily’s heat and warmth, smell the scent of her body wash and almost feel her body against mine. It made me a little light-headed. But that was probably because all the blood in my body rushed to my erection, promising a monolithic climax.

Then I slid my shorts down and kicked them off. My flagpole of a dick sprang free and slapped against my stomach as I lay back. I immediately grasped myself with one hand and began stroking my cock leisurely.

“It’s big,” Emily whispered, almost too softly for me to hear, then spoke a little louder. “Does it hurt? It looks painful.”

“Not really,” I said. “I’m sure it could get painful, but it’s more just really uncomfortable.”

“So, you just do that?” she said, gesturing to my hand that was slowly working my shaft.

“Pretty much, but usually with a mental image or visual stimulation,” I said and immediately wanted to take my words back. I didn’t want Emily to think I was pushing her to get naked or anything.

“I can show you my boobs if you like,” Emily said, almost too quickly.

“I definitely won’t object to that,” I said. “If you’re comfortable with it, that is.”

Emily’s eyes lingered on my naked body for a few seconds before she pulled the hem of her shirt up and over her head. Her glorious breasts spilled forth. Emily wasn’t as gifted in the chest department as her older sisters were, but Emily’s were perfect for her body. Her tiny nipples were already erect-a sign of her arousal-and begging for attention.

“Does this help?” she asked, sitting there with her hands in her lap, looking a little nervous.

“Very much so,” I said, my eyes glued to her breasts as I worked my shaft.

“Did you already cum?” Emily asked a moment later.

“No,” I said, noticing the precum leaking from the tip of my penis. “That’s normal and happens when I get really turned on.”

“So… more comes out when you orgasm?” Emily asked, leaning forward for a better look.

“Yeah, a bit more,” I said, downplaying it. My experiences so far with my half-sisters had been far more intense than any other girl I’d been with before. But I didn’t want to scare Emily off with that.

“Do you mind if I?” Emily asked, looking ten times more nervous.

“Go ahead,” I smiled, letting go of my cock and laying my hands under my head.

Emily’s fingers traced up the underside of my shaft, sending a shiver through my body before she finally wrapped her hand around me. Her hands were warm and soft, causing me to let out an involuntary groan of pleasure at her touch.

“Is that too hard?” she asked, letting go quickly.

“Oh no, not at all,” I said. “You could even squeeze a bit harder. It feels good.”

Emily’s grip tightened just right on my shaft as she slowly worked my tool. Precum leaked from the tip of my penis, coating my erection, but Emily didn’t stop. She kept going until there was a satisfying wet sound coming from her movements as she massaged my own precum into the length of my shaft. My eyes drifted shut somewhere along the way as I lay there, basking in the feel of Emily’s soft hands around my pole, but I opened them again when I felt Emily’s body shift on the bed. And I was not disappointed in what I saw.

Emily straddled my thighs, her breasts pushed together in such a way that if it were any of my other sisters, it would have been intentional. But Emily was different. She was beautiful, funny and adorable, but lacked the experience and open sex appeal that her sisters openly portrayed. But that alone was what made our current scenario that much more arousing.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said, sitting up in bed so I could reach her easier. My hand brushed along her thigh-causing Emily to shiver-and over her hips before cupping one breast with a firm grip before paying equal attention to the other.

“That feels nice,” Emily moaned softly.

Emily’s body seemed to vibrate under my touch. Her hands kept working my shaft, only stopping a few times when she got distracted whilst I paid extra attention to her nipples. I had to hold myself up with one arm, so I was only free to explore her body with my right hand, but Emily seemed to enjoy my touch as much as I did hers.

I was so absorbed in the sights, sounds, and feel of Emily as I stroke and groped her near-naked body that I almost forgot that she was working my rock-hard erection with her soft hands. Emily slowly picked up speed as she became more comfortable and genuinely seemed to enjoy herself. Her full, soft lips were parted slightly as she let out heavy breathes filled with desire and lust.