TABOO TALES(erotica)

He felt her nod in the darkness, but her body was tense. ‘We need some rules, Jay. Touching only. You can’t put anything into me – fingers… whatever. Just touching, right?’ She obviously been thinking about it.

‘Yes.’

‘And if either one of us wants to stop at any time, the other must.’

‘Yes.’

‘I mean it. Say it.’

‘If either wants to stop the other must.’

‘And the touching only bit.’

‘Only touching,’ he said. Just saying the word was exciting.

‘All right.’ He felt the bedclothes lifting. ‘Get in, you’re cold.’

Jason slipped into bed beside his sister. It was too dark to see but his other senses were filled by her presence: the warmth of her body pressed against close, the smell of her skin and fragrance of perfume. He leaned forward and found her mouth and her lips opened under his, just as they had in the car. There was a hint of toothpaste on her breath and the scent of apple in her hair, and his cock hardened rapidly.

She felt it pressing against her and giggled softly in the darkness. ‘Did I do that?’

‘What?’

‘That telephone pole I can feel.’

‘You sure did.’

‘Last time I saw that you’d been sniffing my pants. Have you been at it again?’

‘Nope, but I will if you want me to.’

Ellie laughed, a low throaty chuckle. ‘I’m not wearing any.’

Jason’s cock twitched at the thought that it was only a few inches away from her bare pussy. He disengaged his hand from her shoulder and slid it down over her belly, heading south. She was wearing a night dress of some kind and the material felt slippery under his fingers.

‘What are you doing?’ Ellie whispered.

‘Just checking.’ He moved over the curve of her hip and down one delicious thigh to where the garment ended, but he could find no trace of any panty line.

‘I told you.’ There was laughter in her voice.

Jason reversed the movement and his hand tracked upwards, sliding under her nightie, moving slowly to the juncture of her thighs. She drew in her breath sharply as his fingertips touched her there. ‘Ah… ah! Jesus, your fingers are cold!’

‘Do you want me to stop?’

‘Uh, no. I’ll warm them up.’

She would too, he thought. He could feel the heat of her body radiating from under his fingers and he held them there for a few moments, his heart thudding, before sliding them gently over her mound. There were wisps of hair under his fingers, as fine and soft as gossamer, and a trace of dampness as he dipped towards her sex.

Ellie shifted slightly and the gap between her legs opened to allow him greater access. He pressed deeper until he could reach the lips of her pussy and was rewarded by a low groan.

‘Ah, ah… yes, that’s nice Jay – just there… just like that.’

‘You’re wet,’ he observed. Her juice was on his fingertips, as slippery as oil.

Ellie didn’t reply. She closed her eyes and rode the long waves of pleasure as his fingers moved lightly over the warm folds of her sex. This was nothing like Henry Soames with his soft white body and barren kisses – this was so much better. The smell and taste and touch of her brother was electric, like nothing else she had ever experienced

Jason moved his hand to grasp the roundness of one buttock. It filled his hand like an orange, round and firm and perfect. She lifted her thigh over his leg to open herself and he brushed his fingertips over the crinkled flesh of her anus and then the soft, wet lips of her vulva. She was so small: the gap between them was nothing, and he strummed between the two openings, smearing the juice from her cunt to her rosebud.

Ellie lifted her face from his and buried her face in his shoulder and her body twitched and trembled under his touch, and her voice was broken and disjointed. ‘Fuck, Jason! Ah, yes… yes – do it! Just – yes, just – there… harder -‘

He was guided by her gasps and the little broken words and movements of her body. He curled his fingers further, reaching round to the very juncture of her sex, his fingers almost parallel with the opening to her body. Heat was radiating from her vulva like a furnace, and its fat wet lips sucked at him like a grasping mouth as his fingertips danced on her clit. Her body was twitching with every touch and the cloying smell of her arousal assailed his nostrils.

‘Push your fingers in,’ she gasped. ‘Ah, yes, yes… like that Jay.’

Jason pressed his middle finger into his sister’s cunt. He could feel the sucking tightness of her flesh as it slid in, tight and resilient, and he began to move it back and forth. Her juices bathed his hand, oozing over his knuckles, and her groans grew louder. ‘Fuck,’ she moaned, ‘ah, fuck, Jay. That’s… lovely. Push it in… yes, yes.’ She slipped her hand between their bodies and seized his cock, and she began to pump it in time with his fingers. ‘Imagine it inside me,’ she whispered. Her voice was close to his ear. ‘It’s right inside Jay, pressing up into me… do you like that?’

An image flared in Jason’s mind: his sister lying beneath him, watching as he penetrated her for the first time. He envisaged the blaze in her eyes as the bulbous head of his cock crowned into her vulva and heard the hiss of her breath as his shaft levered apart the reluctant flesh to bury itself deeper. How tight would she be? He could barely get his finger inside, yet alone the thickness of his cock. The thought aroused him further and he felt a dribble of lubricant escape from his shaft to smear over her wrist. Her hand felt tiny against him and he imagined it curled small and white around his thickness, and how her mouth might look as she struggled to take him between those perfect pink lips. The image excited him further and he felt the first seeds of his orgasm growing in his brain.

‘I’m going to cum, El,’ he whispered. ‘It’s coming.’

‘Do it on me,’ she demanded. ‘Kneel up, Jay… do it on me.’ She flung back the bedclothes and hoisted up her nightie to lie naked before him. ‘Sit up… yes, that’s it.’

Jason scrambled to his knees in the darkness. His hand was on his rod, stroking it, feeling the growing storm building in his head. Her warmth was beneath him somewhere but it was too dark to see. ‘Where are you?’ he whispered.

Ellie reached out her hand and touched him: the feeling of his thigh, the curve of his hip. She discerned he was above her and to one side and she wriggled closer, moving one hand to grasp the root of his cock whilst the other stole to her sex. It was soaking, sopping wet and she plunged a finger between the lips and moved it in cadence with his pumping. ‘I’m here, Jay,’ she called softly. ‘I’m naked. Cum on me… cum on your sister. Spray your juice over me.’

With a hoarse cry Jason exploded: five… six long, jets spraying into the darkness. Somewhere beneath him he could hear Ellie moaning too, a soft low wail as the splattering warmth of his seed triggered her own climax. She clutched his cock in an iron grip to point it like a hose… seven… eight… long ribbons, each more intense than the last, made more so because she was there, bathing in it, her face upturned and her body twitching as his seed rained down. In the darkness he could hear her whimpering and the creak of the mattress springs as she twitched under the deluge.

And then the waves of pleasure withdrew and there was only the low panting of their breath, and her whispered words: ‘Jesus, Jason, you’ve drowned me!’ and she fumbled in the darkness to find his hand. ‘Here – feel it!’

She guided him to her body and he felt his sperm painted in long streaks on the warm, living flesh; across the little flat belly and the mounds of her delicious breasts. Her nipples were slippery with his juice and there was a little pool of cum at the juncture of her neck, thick and glutenous on his fingers, and slimy droplets lay on her cheeks and nose and chin like chips of liquid opal.

‘I wish I could see you,’ he whispered, and it was true. The vision of her little body painted in his seed would be a sight to remember. ‘Can I, uh, turn on the light?’NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

‘No! No… they might see it.’ Ellie’s fear had returned and cold reality was replacing arousal. She reached up and touched his face. ‘You must go, Jay.’

‘But I want to stay. I can – well, last longer the next time.’

‘I know… but can you imagine what they would do if they found us? You naked in my bed and me covered in your cum?’

‘But -‘

‘No!’ Her voice was firm. ‘Remember what you promised.’

‘Can we do it again?’ his voice was dull with disappointment, ‘tomorrow?’

‘I don’t know’ she said. ‘We’ll see.’

Jason leaned forward and found her mouth with his. He could smell the rank odour of his semen on her skin and taste its pungent flavour on her lips. ‘All right, but I won’t give up you know,’ he whispered. ‘Not ever,’ and he rose from her bed on silent feet and was gone.

Ellie found a tissue in the bedside drawer and wiped herself as best she could, and then lay back to think. It was crazy to even think of ever doing this again. She remembered the bitter, angry words of Henry Soames’ wife and the feeling of shame and degradation she had felt – and she knew it would be nothing compared to the humiliation if she and Jay were discovered. She imagined her mother’s face as her world collapsed, and her father’s fury. She saw her friends turn away in disgust and a life of shame and despair replace all that she had, and she was appalled at the stupidity of what she had done.