Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

Before I could object any more, Emily began tugging on my hands in an attempt to drag me away from the kitchen. I let her lead me away, and I saw Erica follow after us with a whiskey tumbler clutched in each hand.

“Manda!” Emily called out a second later. “Nick’s trying to clean during the party!”

Amanda came running in from the backyard, a look of worry on her face from the volume at which Emily called her. But her face softened into a peasant smile before shifting into a playful stern expression.

“No way mister,” she said, crossing her arms. “This is your party after all.”

“I guess I’m out-numbered,” I sighed in defeat. “Just don’t make this a regular thing.”

“No promises,” Amanda smiled.

Emily quickly darted off to the living room and returned after turning the music up. A well-known song from a classic Australian rock n roll band kicked off, and next thing I knew I was being dragged into the living room by Emily, with Amanda pushing me along. Emily danced like no one was watching, and I smiled at my cute, dorky sister. I was never much of a dancer myself, and I quickly learnt that our bad dancing skills must have come from my father, because Amanda joined in. I was sure we all looked like complete idiots, but the grins on my siblings’ beautiful faces were worth anything.

Erica chose to take a seat and sip on her whiskey. I guessed her type of dancing was probably more like a serpent; meant to hypnotize men and get them aroused in a heartbeat. I was probably being overly critical of my most seductive sibling, but she hadn’t really given me much else to go on in the short time I’d known her. Although, when my eyes met hers at one point, I saw a much different girl. She was smiling, genuinely. Usually when she smiled it looked like a cat grinning over a crippled mouse she’d discovered–at least that’s how I felt sometimes. But this time I could see actual mirth and enjoyment in her sultry gaze. She had a cold, hard exterior, but I knew now that she loved her sisters, and seeing them happy made her happy.

I pondered on her need for protective walls and barriers for a minute or two, then pushed it aside. I lived with her now and had plenty of time to find the woman she really was beneath all her smoky eyeshadow and sultry looks. But I would find out, especially if anything intimate were to happen between us. She could get as hurt as the others if I fucked up.

“Hey babe.”

A tall blonde man stepped up to our small group and put his arm around Amanda. He was about my height, with long golden hair, piercing blue eyes and a clean-shaven face that looked to be a carbon copy of Fabio. His black tank-top drew attention to his lean arms. I sized him up immediately and guessed he could probably throw a decent punch, but I must have outweighed him by at least twenty kilograms.

“Craig!” Amanda hugged the man. “Glad you could make it.”

I felt an instant stab of jealousy as Amanda hugged the newcomer, but I squashed it immediately. She was a grown woman and allowed to see guys. She’d probably known him a hell of a lot longer than she knew me. It was silly to be jealous.

But I could tell straight away that she could do better than this guy.

“Craig, this is my brother Nick.” Amanda gestured to me.

“Hey man,” he said with a nod, then held his hand out. “It’s a pleasure. Amanda hasn’t shut up about you coming to visit.”

I took his hand and gave it a firm shake. His own grip was quite strong, so I wasn’t surprised at all when he didn’t flinch. “You too.”

I left it up to the Fabio lookalike to decipher the meaning of my reply, but he didn’t show any sign of insult. He actually didn’t show much expression, and I started to wonder if he wasn’t very bright. I had met guys like him before, and they usually just expected people to like them immediately since they were so pretty and ‘cool’.

“Hey Craig,” Emily waved, one arm still draped over my shoulder.

“Hey Em,” he greeted her. “Hey Erica.”

I glanced over my shoulder to see Erica taking a sip from her drink and giving Craig an off-handed, dismissive wave before turning her attention back to her phone, as if it was far more important. I got the feeling she didn’t like Amanda’s boyfriend, and I made a mental note to dig into why.

Two more people flanked Craig like henchmen from a bond movie. The one to his right was short, with a barrel-like chest, big arms, and a head of long, thick, jet-black hair. His beard was equally impressive as it reached half-way down his broad chest. He glanced around the party as if looking for someone, but he didn’t leave his friends’ side. The guy on Craig’s left could have been his younger brother, although the only resemblance was their height, blonde hair, and blue eyes. Where Craig was lean and muscular, this kid was all skin and bones. He also lacked the powerful jaw that the Fabio clone had and didn’t exude confidence like Craig did.

“This is Daniel and Paul,” Craig introduced the black-haired man, then the blonde.

“Nice to meet you guys,” I said with a casual wave.

Daniel offered me a friendly nod before returning to his room gazing. Paul looked me up and down, then let his eyes linger on Emily for much longer than I’d have liked. Emily squeezed me tighter and rested her head against my shoulder. I had a feeling she felt uncomfortable under Paul’s gaze, so I wrapped my arm around her waist, settling my hand on her hip. The gesture could have been taken the wrong way by almost anyone, but at the moment I couldn’t have care less. I just wanted to make sure my sister felt safe and comfortable. If Paul kept up with these looks at her all night, we were going to have to have a word.

“I’ll be back in a bit,” Daniel said to Craig, then quickly excused himself.