Mafia Desire (Erotica)

“I love you Jason,” Tori said.

“I love you too Tori,” I replied, wrapping my arms around her naked body.

We shared a deep kiss before we both drifted off, our bodies well and truly exhausted, and our minds well and truly satisfied.

Tori moaned as I entered her from behind, slipping in much easier than I had the first time we fucked. I slammed myself deep inside my baby sister and grabbed at her hips as I started pumping my cock into her sweet tunnel. We’d spent the last few days confined to the apartment, exploring each other’s bodies and fucking in every position we could think of-we’d even watched porn together to get some inspiration. We’d also chosen to fuck in every room of the apartment while our parents were still away, and right now I had my baby sister bent over the kitchen counter. I’d woken up this morning to find the bed empty of my gorgeous sibling, I’d gone into the kitchen to see Tori making breakfast for us both. She was wearing one of my T-shirts and it hung past her cute little butt. I simply walked up behind her, pushed her flat against the smooth counter-top and lifted her shirt. She was naked under the shirt and I was already incredibly hard-something that was quite normal around my sister now. She accepted me willingly and I found her to be wet and ready as I slipped in.

This too was quite normal for us over the last few days, one of us would randomly assault the other when they least expected it, leading to some more amazing sex. But we’d both done it so much that we both expected and welcomed such an attack.

The height of the kitchen counter made it tricky to fuck her steadily, and our own height difference added to the challenge. After a few minutes I pulled out-causing my little sister to whimper at the loss of my dick-and grabbed her hips, guiding her to one of the stools next to the counter. I sat Tori’s lovely ass on the stool, not before giving her a spank, and all but tore the T-shirt off her gorgeous body. I wasted no time and plunged my throbbing cock into my little sister’s vagina again, we moaned in unison. I grabbed hold of Tori’s thighs and she held onto the barstool, before long I was pounding my sister like a madman. We’d made love, licked, sucked and touched every part of one another. We’d been covered in so much sweat and mixture of cum we didn’t know what came from who, and we didn’t care. This morning was one of our animalistic rutting sessions, both of us pushing hard and fast to our respective climaxes while making sure to match the other’s pace and before too long my sister was spraying my stomach and pelvis with her juices. As her muscles clenched and I felt the wetness spread, I pulled my cock from her warm embrace-jerked it half a dozen times-then shot my load directly onto her gushing sex. We both shook as our orgasms rippled through our bodies, and I grinded my still oozing cock up and down her immensely slick folds.

“Holy shit. I’ll never get tired of this,” I said through heavy breaths.

“You and me both,” Tori replied. Her chest was covered in sweat and rose with her own heavy breathing. I was still hard, and it was early in the day, so I slipped my cock back inside my little sister, causing her to gasp. I met her eyes as I slowly rocked my hips against her, enjoying the slower pace after such frantic fucking. I ran my hand up her tight stomach-slick with sweat and her own juices-and groped at her ample breasts. She bit her lip and ran her hand up my arm while sliding the other between her legs to rub her clit. Tori moaned as her fingers gently rubbed at herself, stimulating her small cluster of highly sensitive nerves. But our leisurely love making session was cut short by the apartments intercom buzzing. I pulled back-my dick slipping free of its loving home-and turned to face the door. For a moment I feared someone was going to walk in, then started to relax when my brain caught onto what the sound was. Tori was on her feet in a split second, and my ego swelled when I saw her a little wobbly on her feet. She crossed the distance quickly and answered the intercom, still breathing heavily.

“Hello?” She answered.

“Hey girl, lemme in.” replied the familiar voice of Tori’s best friend Vicky.

“Okay, gimme a minute.” Tori dashed away from the intercom and into my arms. I wrapped her up in a hug and we kissed deeply for a minute before we separated. I hated letting her naked body go but we had both decided it was best for everyone if we kept our relationship a secret. Now I just had to find a reason to not fuck Vicky when she would undoubtably try to seduce me again. It felt strange knowing without a doubt that such a gorgeous woman would throw herself at me, but life was a little strange these days. I felt bad for her, I didn’t not like Vicky-she was gorgeous, and the sex was amazing-but I loved Tori. I had to be faithful to her even though what we were doing was viewed as morally wrong by today’s society. Tori an I hadn’t spoken about Vicky since we’d started sleeping together-she knew about me and the blonde beach babe but didn’t say a word apart from that she knew. I decided it best to just play it cool for now and not get myself in a situation where Vicky might try something, at least until I thought about what to do.

Tori had vanished after our kiss but reappeared quickly-she’d cleaned herself up and dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top-and ushered me down the hallway to the guest room which had been mine-not that I’d slept in there the last few days. I grabbed some fresh clothes and headed to the bathroom. I knew this was a precarious place to be with Vicky coming over; our first sexual encounter was in this very bathroom. I locked the door and turned the water on, the hot spray was relaxing but I wished my little sister was in here with me. Yesterday morning she’d surprised me in the shower, and we fucked like animals. We got so caught up in each other we hadn’t realised we’d been in there for over an hour, my pale skin was nice and red after that. I subconsciously started stroking my still-hard dick, thoughts of my naked, wet sister getting me more than a little horny, especially since we’d been interrupted while I was inside her. I stopped stroking myself and quickly washed any evidence of the morning’s sex from my body. Once I finished, I dried off and dressed in my usual jeans and t-shirt. My dick had settled down, but I knew it wouldn’t take much to get him rearing his bulbous head again, demanding attention from one or other of the sexy girls who waited outside the bathroom. I steeled myself and exited to the hallway.

I made a quick stop in my room to grab my boots and a pair of socks, slipping the socks on before carrying my boots into the living room. There I was greeted by my sister sitting on the couch with her sexy blonde friend. Vicky bounded to her feet and dashed over to me, her tits bouncing wildly in her-far too small-white top. She threw her arms around my neck and pressed her amazing body into mine, and I circled her waist with my arms and hugged her back-my dick woke up and said hello, pressing into her flat stomach.

“Good to see you again,” I said, flashing the gorgeous blonde a smile.

“You too stud,” Vicky replied, then kissed me on the lips. Her tongue pushed its way into my mouth and before I knew it, I was returning her kiss. It only lasted a moment and the affectionate babe was bounding back to her seat beside my sister.

I stood there for a moment, stunned. I looked to my sister and she was trying to suppress a grin as Vicky all but ignored me now, chatting about something I didn’t pay attention too. My dick was now trying to break free from my jeans, and I saw Tori eye my bulge and bite her lip, but she said nothing.

After a couple of minutes, I headed into the kitchen and sat at the barstool my sister had been getting fucked on only ten minutes ago and pulled my boots on. I listened to the girls yammering away as I tied my laces. Vicky was now talking about a hot guy she seen yesterday. A pang of jealousy shot through me. I knew I shouldn’t care-especially since I was thinking of a way to break it off with her because of Tori-but I did care, I wanted to make sure Vicky was looked after and well taken care of, inside and outside the bedroom, and I knew I could do that for her. Thoughts of guys like Leon came to mind and I wondered why such amazing girls ended up with douchebags like them. I quashed that thought quickly, last thing I wanted was to be one of those fedora wearing ‘nice guys’ by shitting on any guy who was lucky enough to land a beautiful girl. If Vicky liked a guy, I would support and respect her choice.

“I’m gonna head out for a while, I just feel like going for a drive.” I said to the girls. They both stood up and looked like they wanted to stop me, but neither did.

“Okay, have fun,” Tori said with a smile.

“Later stud,” Vicky replied while eyeing my crotch.

I chuckled and headed out the door, into the elevator and down to the garage. I wasn’t sure when my parents were getting back so I wanted to make the most of Dad’s car while I could since I sure as hell wouldn’t get a chance to drive it when he got home. I started up the BMW and pulled out of the parking garage, into the streets of Sydney. I drove aimlessly, thoughts of my parents returning making me think about the relationship between Tori and me. Could we maintain what we had under our parents’ noses, especially while we were both living in their home? Would Tori even want to keep what we had? Maybe she would want a normal relationship. I was still struggling with my thoughts when I pulled into the parking garage of a big shopping mall to look for some food. It was still mid-morning, but I’d skipped breakfast, choosing to fuck my little sister over eating breakfast-a choice I did not regret at all.

I wandered the mall for a while, looking around the different retailers, most of them seemed to be beauty salons, cafes, and department stores. I wasn’t really one for shopping, preferring to get in and get out with the essentials. I’d decided enough time had been wasted so I headed for the food court.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

The choices were astounding; there were six different Asian takeaway shops that all seemed to sell the same dishes of western Chinese food. None of that interested me. Then I spotted an old favourite: Hungry Jack’s. The food was bad for you, and I knew it, but this was always my preferred fast food joint when I indulged myself. I waited patiently in line and ordered my meal. As I stood waiting to collect my order, I felt a tap on my shoulder and realized someone had been calling my name.