TABOO TALES(erotica)

He tuned back into what Chelsea was saying. ‘… I hadn’t decided when I came around this evening whether I’d give it to you Ben, but I guess the time is right. Happy Christmas.” She handed him a parcel wrapped in festive paper and lots of ribbon. “You have to open it now.”

“Right.” He tore open the paper and it fluttered free, and he looked at the book in his hands. “Um – thanks, Chelsea.”

She laughed at his expression. “It’s a shared experience diary, silly. Look -” She took it from his hands and opened it. “Couples fill in when they meet – you know, first impressions. There’s a page for every first event – first meeting, first date, first time with the parents…. you each fill it in with your thoughts.” She looked at him shyly. “It’s something you look back on when you’ve been together a long time….. it’s to show that we’ve started again, Ben.”

He smiled at her intensity. “Is there a page for when you first have sex?”

“There’s a blank page on page twenty – I guess you could use it for that… but you have to work through the others first.”Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Ben took the book from her hands and examined it. “Thanks, Sis, it’s a lovely thought.” He leafed through it. “Wait a sec – you’ve filled it in!”

She laughed. “Well, we have been going out for a month, so we’ve done most of the things in it…. I cheated a bit and filled out my impressions of tonight’s dinner a couple of hours in advance. I knew it would be great.”

“So what page are we up to?”

She looked at him with steady eyes. “Twenty.”

He was in already in bed when she came out of the bathroom, and he watched her undress – the skirt and the white blouse first. He could see that her body had filled out a little, but it suited her – the curve of her hips was just a little more rounded to give a voluptuousness that hadn’t been there before, but there was no spare fat on her frame. She deftly unfastened her bra and let it fall free, and he looked at her breasts, firm and full, the nipples already stiff with arousal. She hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her pants and slowly drew them down, and he watched her with hooded eyes. Her belly was firm and flat, and she had trimmed herself so that there was just a shadow of hair at the juncture of her thighs, pointing downwards to her crease like an arrow.

He leaned up on one elbow to look and she stood before him, relaxed in his gaze. The light from the ensuite spilled into the room illuminating one side of her, throwing the valleys of her body into shadow that shifted as she moved towards him. He could see a faint flush on her cheeks and her mouth was slightly open, her lips pouting and the flash of her little white teeth behind them, and her eyes were bright with desire.

She moved beside the bed and pulled back the bedclothes to stare down at him, hard and ready, his skin dark against the vivid white of the sheet and her voice was husky. “God, it seems ages, Ben.”

“It is, Chelsea. It’s been too long. Jesus, I want you!”

“You can have me, Ben. I’m yours.”

She straddled him, her fingers reaching down to hold him upwards, adjusting slightly to engage him at the entrance to her body, and then she sank down, her hands on his chest and her hair swinging forward like a golden curtain. He gasped as he entered her, his thickness levering aside the tight, gripping walls of her vagina to slide upwards into the warmth of her belly. Her breasts were swinging forward, full and round, the nipples as hard as he had ever seen them and he cradled them in his hands and rubbed their tips with his fingers. They were heavy in his hands – the flesh firm and pliable, a creamy white against the darker, tanned skin of her torso.

For a long moment she was still, adjusting to the thick intruder inside her. Her labia were pressed hard against the root of his cock and he could feel the slow trickle of her juices seeping out between them. She began to move gently, her thighs flexing to lift her hips; he could feel the ridges of his cock rubbing against her as it withdrew and the sucking clasp of her cunt as it reluctantly released him. His rod gradually appeared, coated with her juices, one side shining in the light.

She stopped again, balanced above him with just the tip of his member embedded inside her body. For a long, tremulous moment she held herself there, their bodies only joined by the head of his cock, and then with a little cry she sank back down, grinding her hips as she swallowed him. His shaft slid into her like a greased piston, lancing up into her body to reach far inside, stretching her open again. She flung her head back and groaned at the invasion, her brain suffused with lust, her hips working at him, and she gripped him with her pussy, milking him with a powerful rhythmic grip that seemed to ripple and undulate along his length.

“Jesus, Ben, that’s so fucking good!” She gazed down at him. “Tell me what you feel.”

“I can feel myself deep inside you.” He looked up at her, his blue eyes languorous with pleasure. “I’d forgotten what it was like to fuck my sister.”

“Yes! God, yes! Tell me about it, Ben. Tell me about fucking your sister.”

He stared up at her “I keep remembering you as a little girl – you and me, growing up together, with your flat chest and the little cleft between your legs… we used to take baths together… completely uninhibited. Who was it who told us that we could never touch?”

She closed her eyes, remembering the past but savouring the feel of the present. “No one, I guess. We just sort of knew.” She smiled. “You didn’t have much to touch anyway.”

He nodded. “But we changed.”

“Ahhh, yes I can feel that. What made you want me, Ben?”

“You did. I watched you grow up… your tits filling your blouse and the little lacy panties in the bathroom laundry basket. I’d take them into my room -”

She laughed. “But why me? Why didn’t you fuck other girls?”

“I did… a few. But it was you, Chelsea. I thought you were so beautiful, but I knew that I couldn’t have you.” He grunted. “I never dreamt that you’d want me… that we could do this…. it wasn’t until the beach chalet.”

“Tell me.”

“The night of the storm – you left your panties on the floor and I took them -”

“Just like before.”

Ben shook his head. “No, not just that. It a combination of things… the time was right. It was the scent of your pussy on your pants and the sight of your body through your nightie… and then you came into my bed. Jesus I wanted you.”

She laughed again, wriggling down, gyrating her hips and gripping him with her muscles, milking him inside her. She felt him arch his back with pleasure, lifting her, his cock burrowing deeper. “Like you want me now?”

“God, yes. I wanted you, even though I knew it was wrong.”

“How wrong, Ben? Tell me how wrong it is to fuck your sister.”

“It’s so bad, Chelsea.” He thrust up into her, watching as her hair swayed back and forth, and the play of expressions on her face. She leaned forward again and he grasped her buttocks, holding them apart, dipping his fingers downwards to press against the slippery skin of his cock as it slid into her. He traced the ring of her vulva, feeling the thick grease of their lubricant slick against his fingertips, and he touched the delicate, folded skin of her anus, pressing into it lightly and hearing her groan with pleasure.

He whispered up to her. “You tell me, Chelsea – tell me why you like fucking your brother.”

She was looking down at him, her eyes steady and clear. He could see the black portals of her pupils like windows into her soul and the gunmetal grey of her irises shot through with iridescent threads of gold.

“Because I love you.” She smiled, realizing that it was the first time she had said that. It was true, though. She regarded his face, the comma of dark hair over his forehead and his eyes as blue as cornflowers in a field. He was like a little boy in so many ways, she thought – so vulnerable. She felt his thickness inside her and how it moved. Not so little, perhaps.

“I’ve always loved you, Ben… I used to see you take out other girls and I was so jealous.”

“I never knew.”

She nodded. “Cassandra Phillips used to tell me all about what you and she did together… I wanted to scratch her eyes out.” She chuckled softly. “And now I have you, and she doesn’t… you won’t leave me again, will you?”

He remembered Cassie, a thin redhead in the last year of school, and how she had wriggled underneath him like a stick – nothing like the warm voluptuousness of the woman he was inside now. He reached up and grasped Chelsea’s shoulders and pulled her sideways onto the sheets, rolling over her. She was underneath him now and he began thrusting in and out – long, languorous strokes, driving through her pelvic cavity into the depths of her body. The sound of their fucking filled the room: the wet suck of her grasping flesh, and the sighs and moans of their pleasure.

He could feel the first stirring of his climax and the thought of embedding his seed into his sister spurred him on. His pleasure built rapidly, spiraling upwards, seizing his consciousness. He could hear her gasping underneath him, groaning with each thrust, and he was aware of the press of her thighs around him. He envisaged his cock buried inside her, ready to spurt into her secret depths… into the very core of his sister: his own flesh and blood – raised of the same family, growing up together with their separate hopes and dreams… and how their lives had come together again in the little bed in the chalet.

The vision tripped him over the edge and he burst into her body, long hot ribbons of his sperm splattering against the trembling, clasping walls of her cunt. He heard her cry out, the feel of his hot seed driving her own climax. She writhed underneath him, her pussy grasping his shaft, milking it with hard contractions like a hungry mouth. He could feel the clasp of her flesh and he became one with it, their juices flowing together, their bodies fused. Their minds tumbled together through the footholds of space and time, rushing through labyrinthine tunnels of light and darkness and thundering sound until at last they emerged into the soft, golden light of day and he perceived her face beneath him once more, smiling up at him with her eyes filled with love.