Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

“Here we are, your new home,” Amanda turned to face me and held her hands out like a magicians assistant would.

What she revealed stunned me with disbelief. There was a smaller house in the backyard of the bigger house. It was more of a granny flat and I doubted it would be much bigger than the sitting room I’d met my other siblings in, but it might even be bigger than my apartment back home.

“This… is for me?” I asked, dumbfounded.

“Yep, it was Erica’s, but she offered it up when we agreed to have you come here and stay with us. We all agreed it would be best to give you your own space,” Amanda explained.

“I don’t know what to say,” I said, feeling a little teary.

I had only just met these women, but they had offered to give me somewhere to stay, and they’d even given me somewhere for my own privacy, knowing it might be a little awkward in the main house to start with. My mother and I had struggled daily to keep food on our table and a room over our head. It was only a miracle that we’d been able to get enough money together to pay off the mortgage on grandpa’s apartment after he left it to us when he passed.

I had a decent sum of money in my account from selling the property-London apartments were like a small gold mine-but I didn’t get as much as it was worth since it was a fast sale, and that money wouldn’t last forever. Having a family looking out for me was something I was going to have to get used too.

“Come on, I’ll give you the tour,” Amanda’s face was split in two with a wide grin that made me smile in return.

I followed her through the front door and into a cosy little living room with a comfortable looking L shaped couch, a wide flat screen and coffee table with a small two-seater dining table at the far end. Connected to the living room-opposite the dining table-was a small kitchenette that was merely a strip of the living room floor that had been tiled with cupboards added. The appliances looked used, but still in great condition. I assumed these were the main houses old appliances, moved out here when newer models were purchased for the main house. Just passed the kitchen was a closed door that I guessed led to the bedroom and bathroom. The flat was small, but it would be perfect for just me.

“This is amazing,” I said to Amanda. “Did Erica really give this up for me?”

“She did, it used to be for guests only, but she moved out here about three years ago to get some privacy, right now she’s back in her old room in the house,” Amanda explained.

“I’ll have to thank her for this,” I said absently.

“Buy her a bottle of Jack Daniels and she’ll probably call it even, “Amanda laughed. It was a warm, friendly laugh that I could get used to hearing.

“I might have to buy two then,” I chuckled.

“Are you planning on sharing?” Amanda smirked.

“What’s mine is yours dear sister,” I replied with a grin.

It felt a little odd referring to her as my sister, but she was. Maybe if I kept it up my brain would finally start seeing her as a sibling rather than a gorgeous alternative woman that would have been my dream girl. Maybe it would help my dick calm down finally.

Amanda’s facial expression changed just a hint. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking, and the smile was still on her lips, but something about what I said had gotten to her for just a second. I didn’t have time to wonder what it was or even ask her though.

“Well, I better go get dinner started, I’ll leave you too get settled,” she said, before slipping by me and out the front door, not in a rush, but not slow.

I placed my guitar case on the dining table and opened it up to check for damages. I was relieved to find my guitar still in one piece as I opened the case. The guitar wasn’t anything special, a matte black Epiphone Les Paul that my grandfather had given me for my sixteenth birthday. I’d only really played acoustic guitars since that’s all we had, but I’d played on the schools electrics and loved them. I knew the guitar wasn’t super expensive or high quality, but I still cherished it. When you come from a life with little luxury you learnt to maintain what you had, and I had kept my girl in top shape for its whole life.

I’d need to buy new strings as I had to remove the old ones before storing it for transport. I didn’t want to chance it that the neck would snap in the change of altitude when flying. I could have just loosened the strings, but it needed a fresh set anyway. I’d have to ask one of the girls to take mt to a music shop to get a few sets. I’d also need a practice amp if I wanted to play, as mine was too heavy to fly with. Whilst I was uncomfortable splurging with the money I had, I could justify dropping a few hundred on a new amp. Maybe I could try out some guitars, it never hurt to have a back-up.

Once I was satisfied my guitar was in good shape, I grabbed my bags and headed for the bedroom. The door I’d seen earlier did lead to a small hallway, one of the two doors lead to a modest sized bathroom with shower cubicle, toilet and sink, while the other lead to a bedroom with a large queen size bed in the middle. The bed took up most of the space in the room, leaving enough room to walk around the sides and access the floor to ceiling built in wardrobe. The doors of the wardrobe were mirrored, which would make sexual activities interesting. The thought of sex and who had occupied this room last gave me flashes of Erica on this same bed with an unknown lover. I shook my head to dispel the images of my newly acquired sister in the throes of passion.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

“Get your shit together man,” I muttered to myself.

I tossed my backpack on the bed, kicked my luggage bag into the corner, and stripped off my shirt and pants before crossing the hall to the bathroom. I needed a shower, and to wack off. Hopefully I could think straight after that and avoid coming off as a creep to my new family members.

I turned the shower on and waited a moment for the water to heat up to a barely skin searing heat. Unlike back home it only took a few seconds for the water to warm enough for me to step in, it really was a lot warmer over here after all. I closed the stall door and stepped under the spray, sighing audibly as the water ran over my head and shoulders and down my back. The pressure was amazing, and I could feel tiny pricks of pain as the water pelted my bare skin. It felt like a hundred tiny hands massaging my skin.

“Yeah, I could get used to this,” I said to myself.

I looked down my body to see my erection bouncing and swaying as I shifted myself under the water spray. I’d gotten used to having one for the last hour or so. Being about these girls left me in a state of arousal, and I needed to sort it out before I made a fool of myself. It had been awhile since I felt the urge to masturbate. I was a healthy young man with a great sex drive, but in the past, I’d had a few girlfriends and even friends with benefits, so I hadn’t needed to jerk off all that much. But lately I hadn’t really felt the need for anything sexual. With the stress of my mother being sick, and everything that had happened, sex had just slipped my mind. But now it was like my libido was coming back with a vengeance.