Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

The sun was quite high now and beating down on my relentlessly. I knew it would be hotter in Australia-I had come at the beginning of summer after all-but I was woefully unprepared for just how hot it was. The short trip to the grocery store, along with the steep incline to my flat had left me sweating through my shirt. The water of the pool looked absolutely amazing as I passed, and then it clicked. I had a pool at my disposal, whenever I wanted to swim. I all but ripped my shirt off and tossed it aside before fumbling with my boots and socks before crashing head-first into the still water.

The water felt refreshingly cool, and I stayed under for a few seconds, swimming across the floor of the pool before surfacing. The rays from the sun felt hot on my skin immediately, making the water feel that much better. I wiped water from my face and out of my eyes, then heard another splash. I looked about to see who had decided to join me, but whoever it was, was still below the surface. Whichever sister of mine it was swam closer and closer, then surfaced right in-front of me with a splash. I cover my eyes instinctively, and when I opened them, I was greeted with a sultry look from Erica.

“Great day for a swim isn’t it,” I smiled.

“Of course,” she said, slowly swimming backwards. “I love getting wet when I’m hot.”

Her words-along with her presence-gave me an instant boner, but this time I wasn’t going to hide it or be ashamed of it. We were alone in the pool, and I guessed Erica wanted it that way.

“How and wet is a nice combo,” I said, swimming to the edge of the pool.

Erica pulled herself up from the edge of the pool and perched herself on the side, her legs dangling into the water. She was in a swimsuit this time, although she might as well have been naked.

Her top was modest enough, covering most of the outside of her breasts, but it pushed them together and gave me a wonderful view of her full cleavage. Her bottoms on the over hand, were nearly non-existent. Her bottoms were hardly more than a patch of black material over her crotch with a tiny string splitting her glorious cheeks. The waist band sat high on her hips and I got a fantastic view of her ass and legs as she pulled herself out of the pool.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

I swam up beside her, planning on giving her a taste of her medicine. I knew she was attracted to me, that was just plain and obvious, but I didn’t have sexy outfits or swim ware too tease her with. Just my body.

Before pulling myself out of the water I subtly unfastened the button on my shorts, then lifted myself out of the water. As I expected, my cargo shorts had become waterlogged and a lot heavier. With them being looser around my hips, they simply slid down from their own weight, pulling my boxers down with them. I spun myself around and took a seat of the hot concrete right beside Erica, out bare thighs rubbing together.

“Oh shit,” I said with mock surprise. “That wasn’t meant to happen.”

I looked over to my new sister and saw her eyes fixed on my now free, erect penis. He come out like a blaze of glory, slapping against my bare stomach. He now stood to attention between my legs, begging for someone to play with him.

Erica finally tore her eyes away from my crotch and looked me in the eyes. I could see clear signs of lust in her blue orbs, signs that she wanted to mount me and have the ride of her life right here and now, and I wanted her too. Screw tradition, screw morals, screw a society that frowned upon what I knew would be an immensely satisfying time. It shouldn’t matter that she was my half-sister, up until yester we didn’t even know each other. But there was such a primal attraction between us, and I knew now that she wasn’t fucking with me to get a rise. She wanted to fuck me as badly as I wanted her.

The back door sliding open shocked us both out of the moment. Erica looked down to my exposed dick once more, but this time she actually looked a little worried. Without glancing over my shoulder, I dropped back into the water and righted my shorts before surfacing. Erica had stayed in her spot, and now Mel was sitting beside her.

“Hey Mel,” I smiled at the platinum blonde. “Gonna join us?”

“Maybe later,” she smiled.

For the next hour we hung about the pool, and I tried my absolute hardest to not stare at Erica too much. She seemed to be trying the same thing, so it wasn’t too hard.

I pondered on what had nearly happened between Erica and I as I swam a few laps. I’d only met the girl yesterday and we’d already seen one-another naked and were a bee’s dick away from having it out like a couple of animals in heat. I’d done plenty of hook-ups before, so I knew such physical attractions could lead to hot, steamy sex in such a short time, but this girl was my sister. We shouldn’t even be messing around like we were.

It was stranger to me that it was Erica. Sure, she was sexy as hell and I would bet the remaining money in my bank account that she would be one hell of a ride. But we hadn’t even had a proper conversation, let alone spent time together. If there was a sister, I would have thought I’d pursue in that way I would have expected it to me Amanda, or Emily. They were both incredibly friendly and welcoming, and both seemed to genuinely enjoy my company. Erica would have been an amazing fuckbuddy back home, whilst Emily and Amanda were girlfriend material.

Maybe Erica was the best choice-if I had to pick one of them-since I wouldn’t sully the other two with my inappropriate thoughts. I shouldn’t even be considering it with Erica, no matter how hard she pushed, no matter how much she teased and tormented me. This shit just wasn’t right.

I pulled myself out of the water and grabbed a nearby towel to dry myself off. I thought I heard someone say my name, but I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts to respond. I needed some space from Erica to clear my head before I did anything I couldn’t take back. Up till now everything we’d done was just a game to get a rise out of the other, if we stayed there then we could still be siblings without issues.

I headed into the main house on instinct, still a little wet from the shower. Amanda was in the kitchen already, preparing some stuff for the nights party.

“Hey! you’re all wet,” Amanda mock scolded.

“Sorry. I was just gonna use the shower in here,” I replied, still a little distracted by my own thoughts.

“Sure. Follow me,” she replied, a look of concern showing on her beautiful face.

Amanda lead me upstairs to her bedroom, the master bedroom. Being the oldest and the caretaker of the house seemed to have its perks. The room was twice as big as the tiny bedroom I had back in the flat, with a hug king size four poster bed in the middle of the room. The far wall looked to be entirely glass, with a sliding door that lead out onto a small balcony, overlooking the backyard. Through the glass I could still see glimpse of Erica and Mel down by the pool.

“In here,” she directed me to the walk-through wardrobe.

Her clothes were all super organized and nearly arranged on shelves, hooks and coat hangers. She had about a dozen pair of shoes, from hi-top converse’, too knee-high six-inch platform boots that looked heavy enough for bicep curls. The wardrobe ended in a sharp right turn which lead into a spacious looking bathroom. The master suite bathroom looked to be about half the size of the bedroom, with a big shower cubicle, toilet, sink and a bathtub that looked big enough to seat four people if you didn’t mind rubbing elbows.