Mafia Desire (Erotica)

“Ready for your first day, Jason?” Tori asked as she strode into my bedroom. I was in the middle of figuring out how to operate my tie; I’d worn one for graduation and I seemed to remember having the same issues I was now, hence why I never wore one for work.

“Yeah… nearly,” I replied.

My little sister-obviously seeing signs of my futility-stepped between me and the standing mirror in the corner of my room. Tori batted my hands away from my collar and set about undoing my tie from the complicated noose I’d turned it into.

“You’ve never been good with these,” she said with a smile. “Dad isn’t either, that’s why he doesn’t wear one.”

I looked down at my baby sister. She was fresh from bed and her hair was still the tangled mess I created in the early hours of the morning when I snuck into her room. She’d gotten dressed at least-when I left her, she was passed out and completely naked.

This morning she’d picked out a low-cut blue crop top and a pair of unicorn pyjama shorts. They actually looked like ones she wore when she was twelve and the size difference showed as the thin material hugged her ass and hips like a second skin.

As accustomed as I was to seeing my baby sister in little to no clothing, she was still able to get me hard in just a few seconds.

The last few days had been spent doing our own thing mostly. I was enjoying my free time until I started my new job and Tori was catching up with our mother and hanging out with her friends. We still had sex every night, waiting till our parents retired and either spending a few hours making love, or banging out a quickie before I snuck back to my room. Two nights earlier I had nearly gotten caught as the hallway light turned on after leaving Tori’s room. Our mother had come down to ask my sister something-she wouldn’t say what-but luckily, I was outside the bathroom door, so I used that as an excuse as to why I was out of bed. I was lucky I’d worn my underwear out of my sisters room instead of striding naked across the hallway like I’d done the previous nights. Still… I felt my mother’s eyes linger on my body for longer than was appropriate.

Vicky had even come over to stay the night, my parents knew about us and there was nothing to hide there. Vicky and I went to bed shortly before my parents, with a sly smile from my sister. Once I had my blonde lover in her post orgasmic coma, I went and visited Tori.

She was asleep herself and surely wasn’t expecting me, but although I’d fucked Vicky that night, I held off on my release for her. Tori woke up to her own moaning and fell asleep shortly after I filled her up. Both girls had huge grins on their face the following morning at breakfast.

“You look cute today,” I said to Tori.

She smiled in response and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. I wanted more from her-I always did-but we both knew the importance of keeping what we had from our parents, plus the secrecy and sneaking around was a massive turn on. Fucking my sister had become as necessary as breathing, eating, sleeping. But when I didn’t get it when I wanted, I craved it more, and it made our time together much more intense.

“And you look very handsome,” Tori said as she finished tying my tie. We sneaked a quick tongue kiss before the sound of footsteps down the hallway put distance between us. I went to straighten my tie but realised my sister had done a great job. I pretended to straighten it anyway when my mother walked in.

“Well… don’t you look handsome,” my mother said.

I turned around to see her studying me intently. I wasn’t sure what had gotten into my mother recently. I dismissed her behaviour for now, my whole family had gotten weird since I was gone, myself included.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Thanks mum,” I replied.

“Your father’s waiting in the garage. Hurry up, you don’t want to be late on your first day.”

I checked the time on my watch, we had plenty of time but if dad wanted to leave now, we left now.

“Alright. I’ll see you two tonight, love you both.”

I gave Tori a platonic hug and kiss on the cheek, and to make it look less suspicious I did the same to my mother as I passed her.

I was going to work with my father this morning, being my first day he wanted to show me around when we got there. I guessed I’d be driving with him the next few days since there wasn’t a company car available yet, I was itching to get my own set of wheels so I could take Tori on a trip somewhere. The elevator doors opened, and I was greeted by my old man leaning against the hood of his car, he looked like he was out of Grease with his leather jacket and jeans. I wondered if he was going through his mid-life crisis yet, this is kind of what I expected when he did.

“Right on time son. Get in, I’m driving,” he said, nodding his head towards the car.

I rounded the black BMW and climbed into the passenger seat, barely getting the door closed before we were speeding out of the garage.

My father drove like a mad man, speeding and changing lanes like a race car driver. I hung onto the safety handle as we shot down the streets of Bondi and off to my new job. Fortunately for me, we slowed down a lot once we hit the Sydney morning traffic. We were only about a thirty-minute drive from office to home on a good day and the trip was made mostly in silence, which was fine by me as I started reflecting over my time home.

I was in love with my little sister, and I was also fucking her best friend. We’d also had one of her other friends join us in bed and watch, plus other things. I wasn’t sure exactly how I felt about Vicky and Hayley, both girls were amazing in their own ways and I would have been more than happy with either one of them two weeks ago, but now I wanted both.

Perhaps I was starting to get greedy, loving a girl who encouraged me to make love to her friends was probably spoiling me for any future woman, but I didn’t care.

Vicky was an absolute babe, she had the perfect tanned skin and blonde hair of a surf model. Her curves and large breasts made any swimsuit she wore erotic and sensual, she also liked being fucked rough and could suck a golf ball through a garden hose.

Hayley was almost the opposite to her curvaceous fiend. Pale and slender, the brunette’s dark hair framed her resting bitch face that only seemed to break when she smiled at me, her perfect lips curling just enough to show me emotion. I liked her smiles; she rarely gave them out as I could see, and it made me feel special that she showed emotion. Her pale skin contrasted greatly against both Tori and Vicky, and her body was amazing. Her breasts weren’t as large as either of my two lovers, but they were perfectly shaped and perky, her ass was also a small tight peach, ripe for the plucking.

I desperately wanted to fuck her, and by the look in her eyes I knew she wanted me too. But I would respect her relationship with Leon and wouldn’t push for anything to happen; she was a great girl and I genuinely enjoyed her friendship.

My thoughts drifted to my sister’s other friends, Lucy and Liz.

Lucy was a certainty; we’d made out the night we went dancing and she wasn’t shy about showing me what she wanted. Where she lacked the booty of my sister or Vicky, the slim Asian girl made up for in sheer bust size. I was still shocked a girl of her slender frame could hold up-let alone grow-such impressive assets.

She was quite taller than the other girls-only a few inches shorter than myself-which paid off well for her since she had amazing legs, legs I hoped to have wrapped around me soon enough.

Liz was a strange one for me. The tall redhead was definitely stunning, her athletic body was super-hot. Toned abs, shapely ass and legs, she had the perfect mixture of feminine softness and toned muscle definition. It made sense when I found out she was an exotic dancer, maybe that’s why she had a dislike for men since she was around them a lot. I’d have to get her alone sometime and actually talk to her, nut out the problem she had with me so we could all get along. I wasn’t expecting her to jump my bones like the others, but I at least wanted her on my side.

I let my thoughts of the sexy girls in my life go as we pulled up to my father’s office building, it was a small firm with only a handful of lawyers working for my father. Whilst small they had an excellent reputation and charged a mint for their legal representation. I’d been here before many times when I was younger, my father had been in the same location for over a decade now.

I followed my old man from the car park to the entrance, a burly security guard opened the door for us and gave my dad a welcoming smile. I then watched as my father quite obviously flirted with the receptionist before heading to the elevators.

“Not a word to your mother,” my dad said when we were out of earshot of the reception desk. “About what?” I said with a smile.

Dad gave me a sidelong glance, then let a smile touch his lips.

“Good man,” he replied.

There were few people downstairs, mostly walking in pairs as they conversed or an intern rushing about with stacks of papers in their arms. Clients waited in the lobby for their turn to see their selected solicitor, some I knew by face only as famous athletes, probably here to get help with some drunken act of disorderly conduct. These people happily paid the fee my father’s office set down to get them out of shit, most of them had more money than they knew what to do with and would prefer to keep their careers.

When the elevator reached the lobby a pair of men in suits stepped out, both stepped to the sides of my father and I offered him “Good morning Mr Parks,” and “Great to see you Mr Parks.” My old man acknowledged the greetings without words and that seemed to satisfy the pair.

“They’re new,” my dad said once the doors closed and we started ascending. “Good management is to acknowledge them and their work. But don’t become their friend,” he added in a lecturing tone. I nodded my understanding but remained silent.