I was fighting a losing battle with my own willpower. I was so horny that I just wanted to forget that this wet dream made flesh was related to me and spend the whole night exploring her body and fucking her senseless. I knew it would be amazing. Erica knew it too. But there would be consequences. Amanda had already planted the seed of doubt, and Emily had already been hurt by my refusal for something as simple as sharing a bed. It would be cruel to take Erica to bed after having done that to her.
“We can’t do this,” I said with a heavy sigh. “I’d like you to leave so I can get some sleep.”
The look of shock was plain on the gorgeous woman’s face. She had come up here expecting a night of mind-blowing sex—after earlier today, I couldn’t fault her for it—and now I was turning her away. This would make it the third time she’d come to me in the night, only to find me with another girl in my bed the first two times. I can’t imagine what she must be feeling right now.
“But…” she stammered. “Earlier you said. . .”
“I know what I said,” I closed my eyes, summoning the willpower to follow through. “But we can’t do this. I’m your brother. We shouldn’t have even toyed with the idea of sleeping together.”
There was a deafening stretch of silence as I waited for an outburst from Erica. She was easily the most outspoken of my siblings, and I was expecting her to yell, curse and maybe even throw something at me. She wasn’t accustomed to being rejected.
“I understand,” she said softly.
I had to process her reply for a moment before I fully registered what she had said. Her tone was quiet, and her words were dejected. I still had my eyes closed—not trusting myself to look at her right now—so I opened them slowly to see the once confident goddess of a woman standing with her arms crossed over her chest and her body drawn in. She was no longer displaying herself to me.
“Erica…” I started to say.
“No,” she snapped with a little of her venom. “Nick…just shut up.”
There were tears in her eyes now. She looked to have been holding them back, but she could only hold them for so long. The perfectly applied eyeliner now had small rivulets running down her cheeks, and I could see the hurt and rejection in her eyes.
“I didn’t know this meant so much to you,” I said, taking a step towards her.
“Because I’m just some dumb slut?” she snapped in reply.
“No,” I said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“It doesn’t matter,” she shifted uncomfortably, but didn’t move away from my touch. “Guys only want me for one thing anyway. It’s just a strange feeling to be dumped before the sex.”
“I’m doing this before we make a mistake,” I said, not touching on the subject of how she usually dates and dumps guys. There may be more to that story. But it wasn’t important now.
“Would it be so bad?” she said, looking me in the eyes. “We could keep it a secret.”
“Could you imagine trying to keep something like that from the rest of the family?” I answered.
“I wouldn’t be able to,” Erica sighed heavily.
I pulled her into a hug, and her arms encircled my waist as she buried her face into my chest. I ignored the feel of her body against mine well enough—the mood really had been killed—and just focused on comforting my sister.
“Can I stay with you tonight?” she asked with a muffled voice.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” I replied, although it did sound nice.
“Let me get changed and it’ll be easier,” she said, wiping her cheeks.
I pushed Erica out to look her in the eyes. I saw the real girl behind the make-up, expensive clothes and bitchy attitude. I saw my sister for the first time. And I felt my heartbeat quicken for her.
“It isn’t the clothes you wear. Or don’t wear. You’d look amazing in a potato sack,” I laughed.
“I’ll have you know, I can totally rock a potato sack,” Erica replied with a small smile. “It’s about how you modify it.”
“Noted. But it isn’t what you wear or how you wear it. It’s what’s up here,” I tapped on her temple gentle. “That makes you who you are and irresistible to me.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to blow you?” Erica asked with a serious look. “Because that’s about the nicest thing a guy has ever said to me and I think it deserves a reward.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at her—what I hoped—inappropriate timing for humour. Or maybe it was appropriate. We both seemed to find it funny and it had lightened the mood.
“I’ll have to pass,” I shook my head. “But thank you.”
“Your loss,” Erica shrugged.
I was glad to see her back to her normal self. Well…at least as normal as she could be. My family had some issues, but I loved them.
“Sooooo?” Erica asked after a minute had passed. “Can I stay with you? I could really use the company.”
I mulled it over for half a minute as I weighed the risks and consequences of sharing a bed with Erica. I was somewhat sure I could keep my hands to myself during the night—I was quite tired already—and it was just two adults sharing a bed. I’d sent Emily away earlier for wanting the same thing, so I kind of felt bad about considering letting Erica stay. But we’d both gone a lot further in the short time I’d been here. Cutting it off so abruptly with Emily was a good way to stop it from getting any worse before I could end it. Maybe something as simple as sharing a bed might help put the brakes on whatever this was between Erica and myself.
“Okay,” I nodded. “But you have to get changed.”
“I thought you said it wasn’t what I wore?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
“It isn’t,” I smiled, shaking my head. “But that definitely won’t help me sleep.”
“Okay,” Erica grinned. “But you have to keep your shirt on too. If you go topless, so do I.”
“Deal,” I nodded.
I tore my eyes away as Erica left through the front door to go and change. Trying to fight the image in my head of our naked bodies entwined in my bed during the middle of the night. Maybe a cold shower was a good idea before bed.
Knowing I didn’t have much time before Erica would return, I stripped off and jumped in the shower, leaving the water on cold. I shivered my way through a quick scrub down and was out of the shower in record time. The icy water had done the job of cooling my blood, but it had also banished any vestiges of sleep from my mind.
“Better than a perpetual boner,” I muttered to myself as I dressed.
Erica was just re-entering my flat as I left the bathroom. Her hair was tied into a neat ponytail and she had changed into baggy black t-shirt and grey sweatpants. Her figure was concealed by her new outfit, but nothing could banish her natural beauty.
“Ready for bed?” she smiled.
“Yeah,” I nodded.
It took us a few minutes to get situated on the large bed, so we were both comfortable. I opted to sleep with my back to Erica to minimize the chances of any hanky-panky in the middle of the night. We had agreed to just share the bed, but I had a feeling her libido was playing up just as much as mine was and I didn’t think it would take much to rip away the flimsy barrier of restraint.
This was such a bad idea.
“Nick?” Erica spoke softly in the darkness.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
Even with our backs to each other, I could feel the warmth of her body. I felt frustrated that I couldn’t feel her skin and frustrated at myself for feeling that. Sleep came, but it was a long time of staring into the darkness.
I wasn’t sure how long I had slept for—I had no idea what time it was when we went to bed, let alone when I actually fell asleep—but it was still dark outside when my eyes flickered open. A quick glance out the window showed a sliver of sunlight on the horizon as the dark sky slowly began to brighten into early morning.
Back home, I would often wake with the rising sun and get a jump on my tasks for the day. Since coming to Australia, I had become lazy. Sleeping in and laying about the house most of the time. I hadn’t been here for even a week, yet I felt like I could be doing so much more with my time. Maybe the reason I was trying to fuck my family members daily was because I was cooped up in the house. I needed to release some stress and energy.
Erica was still fast asleep—snoring softly—so I was able to slip out of bed easily without waking her. She lay sprawled on her back, the covers kicked off. Her oversized shirt had ridden up her stomach, and her sweatpants had slid down her hips. The combination left me with a sight that nearly broke my resistance once more. Her shirt had bunched up under her breasts, giving me a peek at the swell of her under-boob that teased her perfection. Along with an unobstructed viewing of her smooth figure, right down to the top of her visibly hairless mound. By the looks of it, Erica hadn’t worn any underwear.
I let my eyes drink her in for a minute before tearing them away. I had seen her in far less—even in the nude—so I wasn’t sure why this was so appealing to me. Feeling frustrated once more, I quickly changed into a pair of shorts and a fresh t-shirt before I pulled on my running shoes—grabbed my wallet and keys—and quietly left my flat to go for a morning run
Early morning runs were a rarity back home. It was far colder in the mornings and a lot of my jobs had me starting at stupid-o-clock in the morning. But I always tried to get out for a quick run at every chance I could. There was no better way to wake yourself up and get ready for the day ahead.
I kept my route simple. I didn’t know my way around the area too well and I didn’t want to get lost. I hadn’t charged my phone again since yesterday, so I had left it at home. I wasn’t glued to my phone like my sisters seemed to be. But it would be embarrassing to get lost with no way of alerting them. The GPS would have been handy too.
I stuck to what looked like the main road once I left our neighbourhood—memorizing the street signs as I went—and kept up a decent pace. Before long I was sweating heavily as the morning sun rose higher and higher above the horizon. It was still early morning, but we had just entered the Australian summer and I could really feel the difference.
I jogged on for about an hour—slowing to a walk periodically—before I realized I was actually near the small shopping centre in the suburb. It wasn’t anything more than a supermarket, hairdresser and butcher with a few cafés, takeaways and specialty shops scattered about. And the gym. Lifting some weights might be a good way to get my mind off my supercharged libido and my desire to stick my dick in my sisters.
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