Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

The door to the house slammed shut, and I quickly stepped away from Amanda to grab the rest of my gear. I glanced towards the house to see Craig walking back to the garage. With the attention he was paying his phone, it wasn’t likely he saw anything suspicious. He was so oblivious most of the time, I could be making out with Amanda right in front of him, and he would still be caught up in his own reflection.

“I gotta head out,” Craig said to his brother. “Pack up my shit for me. Rob is gonna give you a lift home.”

“Wait for me, and I’ll come,” Paul said, hurriedly stuffing a drum into its bag.

“Not this time,” Craig said, then strode over to Amanda. “I gotta run, babe. See you tomorrow.”

The two shared a long kiss before parting, and Craig turned back to his phone almost immediately before heading towards his car. The kiss made me feel a little uncomfortable, but it was the lack of empathy Craig showed towards Amanda after it ended that made my blood boil. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? Why couldn’t he see and appreciate just how amazing this woman was.

“It’s okay,” Amanda said, placing a hand on my arm. “He isn’t always like this.”

“You deserve so much better,” I said through gritted teeth.

“What about being on my side,” Amanda asked with a soft smile, clearly attempting to calm me down.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

“Starting now,” I sighed. “I’m… starting now.”

Dinner was ready when Amanda and I got home. No one had cooked, but a dozen or more takeaway containers were spread out on the dining table. The girls had sorted dinner in the best way they knew how.

“This smells great,” I said, taking in everything on display. There was an assortment of beef, chicken, and what I thought was lamb, along with rice, noodles, and steamed vegetables.

“This is the best Chinese takeaway in all of Melbourne,” Mel said, expertly plucking a piece of chicken from the container with a pair of chopsticks.

“Such high praise from you means it must be good,” I chuckled.

“Damn right,” Mel said, stepping up beside me and lowering her voice. “I only want the absolute best.”

Mel grasped me firmly on the ass with one of her slender hands and shot me a sly smile before turning back to the food before us like nothing had happened. I glanced around at my other siblings, but no one apart from Erica seemed to notice. Erica was eye-fucking the shit out of me as she scooped some rice onto her plate. Amanda and Emily were chatting with one another.

“How did the rehearsal go?” Emily asked once everyone was seated.

“Not too bad,” I said simultaneously as Amanda said. “Nick was fantastic.”

“I’m sure Nick was great with his hands,” Mel said suggestively, nudging me with an elbow.

“He played really well, and I could tell the whole band was impressed by him,” Amanda said, choosing to ignore Mel’s behaviour. That was a bad decision since it seemed to make Mel far more determined.

“Hardly,” I laughed. “Craig was annoyed I changed part of one song, and Paul just feeds off whatever his brother thinks.”

“Craig just likes to be the boss in the band,” Amanda explained. “Daniel can handle him and will stick up for you. You two seemed to get along well.”

“Daniel is a good guy,” Emily smiled. “He is a really talented musician too.”

“Seems you two can’t compliment each other enough,” I smiled.

“What do you mean?” Emily asked with a frown.

“Well, after practice, Daniel was telling me what he thinks of your music skills,” I started explaining. “He rated you very highly and said it was a shame that you haven’t been able to get into a band and really shine. I believe he said you were the best bassist he knows.”

“Wow,” Emily said, sounding stunned. “I haven’t even played much around him or anyone else, though.”

“Enough people have been around when you have been playing for word to get out about you,” Erica said offhandedly. “Most of my friends know you as the musically gifted sister.”

“But you’re just as talented as I am,” Emily said to her older sister.

“I’m a drummer. I’m just good at banging things,” Erica said, winking at me coyly.

“You know drums are more than just hitting things. There is so much more to that instrument,” Emily said, missing the joke.

“Em,” Mel said, leaning across the table. “She was referring to being good in bed.”

Emily looked from her twin to Erica, then back again before letting out a soft laugh, followed by a goofy grin. “I get it now.”

“Don’t ever change, my dear sister,” Erica laughed.

We finished dinner with some casual conversation about what everyone had planned for the weekend. Erica was heading into the city for the weekend to see a friend who was visiting from South Australia. They had booked a hotel room in the city, so they didn’t have to travel the two hours back in, and planned to hit up a few of the goth clubs and maybe a gig or two. Erica had extended an offer for me to come and meet her friend, but I wasn’t sure how safe it would be. If I was in a hotel with Erica–and there was alcohol involved–I was going to want to fuck her brains out. We could play the boyfriend and girlfriend card again, but if Erica’s friend ever came to visit again, it might be hard to explain.

There was also the possibility of Erica’s friend hitting on me if she knew I was her brother. That could turn bad really quick.