Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

“I’ve always wanted a brother, and now I have one,” she beamed up at me with a perfect smile. Her hair was messy, and I couldn’t help but stare into her green eyes as she brushed a lock of brown hair away from her face.

“I look forward to getting to know you more,” I replied with a grin of my own.

I hadn’t noticed Amelia rising from the couch during Emily’s hug, but when the brunette twin stepped aside, the platinum-blonde stepped forward. Unlike her siblings she didn’t assault me with a marvellous hug, but instead she simply held her hand out to me. I took her small, delicate hand in my own, larger and calloused hands and shook gently.

“Nice to meet you Nick,” she said politely, but still with her neutral expression.

“You too Amelia,” I replied.

“Please, call me Mel,” she said, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her flawless lips.

She took a step back and Emily wrapped an arm around her twin sisters waist. Then I was being studied by four sets of eyes like a prize dog about to do a trick. I wasn’t sure what to say next and the whole situation was incredibly overwhelming, I needed some time to myself to gather my thoughts and get my shit under control.

“So… where am I sleeping?” I asked the room.

“We’ve got the perfect spot for you,” Emily said with a cheery smile.

“At the expense of others,” Erica added softly with a roll of her eyes.

“Come with me, I’ll show you where you’ll be staying,” Amanda added, ignoring Erica’s remark.

I picked up my guitar case, but before I could grab my luggage bag Amanda had grabbed the handle and gave me a smile. I followed my new sister out of the sitting room and down the hallway, into a kitchen that was larger than my living room back home. A massive eight-seater dining table sat to the right while a huge island counter sat in the middle of the room. A stainless-steel finished fridge sat beside a matching oven and dishwasher that also matched the kettle, toaster and coffee maker. Everything in this house had been picked out perfectly to go with everything else in its surroundings. Back home I got whatever was cheapest and worked.

Photos of my sisters dotted the fridge door, but one in particular drew my attention. The face of the man in the photo was a little older than the one I had, but that jawline, nose and brow were the same. Even without the now familiar faces of my siblings beside him-although about a decade younger-I would have recognized that face, my father’s face, my face.

“You really do look just like him,” Amanda said. She must have noticed I’d stopped and walked back to stand beside me.

“My mother always said that, but I never knew what he looked like until recently,” I said quietly.

“You never had pictures of him?” she asked curiously.

“No,” I replied. “Mum said he left us and didn’t want to keep anything to remind her of him. I know now she lied about that.”

There was a long moment of silence between us, but Amanda finally broke it, the edge in her voice told me she was struggling to keep her temper under control.

“He never would have left you,” she said with a stoic confidence.

“I know that now,” I replied sombrely.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

“Why did she tell you that?” Amanda asked.

“She was afraid I’d leave her to go find him,” I sighed. “It was wrong of her and I was a little mad at first, but I understand she was afraid of losing me and I have forgiven her. She gave me this before she died.”

I pulled the photo of my mother and father from my jacket pocket and held it out for Amanda to take. She took it and studied my parents, then smiled.

“I can see why Dad fell for her, she’s a real beauty,” she said, handing the photo back to me.

“I’m sure he loved your mother the same,” I replied, carefully placing the photo in my jacket again.

“My mum was a real bitch, we all know it,” Amanda said with a shrug. “She put my father through hell for no reason. He only wanted to find out if you were his son so he could meet you and help you and your mother. But my mother was jealous and spiteful, none of us miss her being gone.”

Amanda’s words held a degree of scorn and spite that I guess she gained from her mother. Her words shocked me mostly because I would have never considered thinking about my own mother in such a fashion, let alone speaking the words that came from her mouth. But I guess I did have a degree of those emotions when I found out she’d lied to me and It wouldn’t be too far of a stretch to have those thoughts and emotions amplified by seeing your own mother tear your family apart out of jealousy and spite.

I didn’t know the woman at all, and I’m sure what she went through with my father was no easy task, but I was taught that a parent should do everything they could to keep their family together, safe and happy. But that was also a lesson from my mother who had run away after getting pregnant, so maybe I shouldn’t take that lesson to heart.

I followed Amanda out of the kitchen through a sliding door that lead into the backyard. I stepped out onto smooth stone under a pergola. An outdoor setting with eight chairs sat to one side, and a stone pizza oven and large portable BBQ sat to the other. Between them was a long below ground pool with the cover pulled over the water. I’d never really been one for swimming since the summers back home weren’t ever that bad, but I could get used to having a pool on hand for when the Australian heat really kicked in.

Images of the women inside splashing about in skimpy bikini’s flashed through my mind, threatening to cause my dick to shred my jeans and take over. The sight of Amanda’s perfect ass was also making it difficult to think about anything other than sex. My eyes were glued to her hips as they swayed from side to side as she led me around the pool and up the driveway that continued on though the rear garage doors and up a steep slope, deeper into the backyard.

The slope was so steep I was breathing a little heavy by the time we got to the top. I wasn’t in bad shape, but my guitar was heavy, and I was still quite exhausted from my flight. The sight of Amanda’s ass flexing from side to side in front of my face was enough to keep me going without protest though, even though I wanted to slap myself for ogling my sisters ass.