TABOO TALES(erotica)

I woke early, feeling jaded and with a nagging headache behind one eye. The sun was streaming into my room and I could hear Mum downstairs. I remembered it was Saturday and that she played tennis in the morning so she would be heading off soon. I lifted the sheet and looked down at my body – it looked decidedly unfucked. I considered the dream, remembering every detail, and my cock grew hard at the memory. I tugged at it, but there was no enthusiasm there and I left it alone and gathered my troubled thoughts. Twice now I had been though an intense sexual experience with my sister, real or perceived, but I had yet to resolve my feelings. I needed to think.

I considered my discovery of the Eagle Mask, now pushed back under her bed exactly as I had found it. The shock of that discovery was still intense. The key question was whether she knew it was me that she had fucked… did she know I would be at that party? I racked my brains to figure whether she would have had any hint of who was going to it. She wasn’t in the circle that Damian moved in and I doubted if he had invited her directly, and I didn’t know of any mutual friends that they had. Try as I might, I could not remember discussing the party beforehand or giving any other hint of where it was. Her appearance there must therefore be a coincidence, in which case she didn’t know I would be there as well. It was a chance meeting, I thought.

She was normally a reserved girl, with only a few boyfriends that I had known about and none of them seemed to be serious. She wasn’t inclined to wild parties, or staying out late or taking risks – yet she had dressed provocatively and set out to have sex with a stranger in a one night stand, with all the risks that that entailed. Her behaviour wasn’t in character and I was angry with her… but I was aware that the sexual predator that night had been me, prepared to fuck anybody without thinking of the consequences. I shook my head as I remembered my sperm pumping into her, and the rhythmic contractions of her pelvis as she sucked it into her body. What if she were pregnant? What would we tell Mum?

And what of the dream last night? It was as clear as if it had happened – the lustre of her skin and the pressure and tightness as I drove up into her, and her own sighs and spinning orgasm. Even the thought processes I had experienced were clear, especially the critical point where I had set aside any question of morals and accepted that I was going to willingly fuck my sister.

Finally, I tried to figure out what I was going to do about it. Up to a week ago I had been content with my life but now I was racked in doubt as to what Beth meant to me, and my own complicity in what had happened. I knew that things had changed for me – but the chances were that they had not for her. She probably didn’t even know that it was me who had fucked her, and who now agonized over how to resolve the situation. Where once I had once thought nothing about her, I now watched with eyes that would surely betray me if she looked into their depths.

All this did nothing but hurt my head and so, after a while, I climbed wearily out of my bed and had a shower.

*****

I was reading the paper and eating a bowl of cornflakes when she bounced into the kitchen, with a cheery smile and a good morning. That was unusual.

“Mum gone?” she asked.

“Yep.” I paused. “You’re cheerful this morning.”

“Mmmm. Had a good night last night, and a great day lined up for today.” She sat down next to me and poured cereal into her bowl, splashing it liberally with milk.

“And what was so good about last night?”

She stopped pouring and looked at me. She had been growing her hair and it was tied back into a little pony-tail that shone in the morning sun. Her eyes were a vivid blue and her skin glowed with health and vitality. She tipped her head a little to the side and regarded me for a moment, her lips slightly apart. My heart skipped a beat. She was beautiful.

“Don’t you remember? I told you that I was going out with the girls!”

The girls were her buddies Sam and Laura. “Ah, yes, I remember,” I said. “Sorry, you did tell me. Where did you go?”

She acknowledged with a nod and resumed pouring milk onto her Cornies. “Just hung around at Laura’s place. She’s got a hot brother”. Her eyes flicked across to my face, just briefly.

“He’s only a kid!”

“Not that young. Anyway, he’s already taken. I didn’t go there to see him, though. We just had fun hanging out together.”

“Do you think anyone thinks I’m a hot brother?”

She stopped in astonishment, the spoon half way to her mouth. “That’s a leading question! What caused that? Feeling unloved are we?”

I shrugged. “Just exploring perspectives.”

She regarded me for a moment, as if taking a fresh assessment of my assets. “I guess so. None of my friends are interested, but there must be someone around who figures you’re cute.” She smiled and then added “Although their Guide Dog might not like you.”

“Thanks for the confidence booster.”

“You’re welcome. What’s happening with Susan?”

Susan was a girl I had met at work. “Not much. Going out tonight, as it happens, but too early to tell.”

Beth smiled again. “Be nice to her dog. Sounds like you need serious sex.”

We were quiet for a moment, sunk in our own thoughts. I sought to resurrect the conversation.

“I didn’t hear you come home.”Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Nah” she mumbled, cramming a spoon of cereal into her mouth. “Although it wasn’t late. I was back about midnight.” She looked at me again, her eyes crinkling. “You were snoring your head off!”

I had no idea of the timeframe of my dream but that could have been the moment I was buried deep in her pussy, metaphorically speaking. More like grunts of lust than snoring.

“I don’t snore! Besides, you wouldn’t hear it through the door.”

She laughed. “I could, it was like a chain saw. Right through the door and the walls.”

She lost interest in the conversation and pulled a magazine over to read it. I used the opportunity to look at her face, but after a moment she became aware of my scrutiny and glanced up at me.

“What?”

She had a drop of milk on her chin. Without thinking I reached over and she tilted her face up to meet my touch. I rubbed my thumb over it, sliding up over her bottom lip, leaving my hand lingering there. For a moment her eyes were vulnerable and she sat still, her little face tilted up towards me and her expression soft. Then she pulled her face back sharply and I could see confusion and then anger in her eyes.

“What are you doing?!”

I shrugged, my heart beating fast. “You had milk on your face.”

She stared at me, a faint blush staining her cheeks. Her voice turned hard. “Thanks” she said, “but keep your Goddamn hands to yourself.”

I sighed. Her eyes, when they looked at me, were like chips of ice. At least I had confirmed what her side of the relationship was.

****

Susan was about as different from Beth as two girls could be. Where Beth’s hair was the colour of pale wheat, Susan’s was black, cut into a Cleopatra bob that delicately framed an oval face of pale, almost translucent skin. Her eyes were her best feature, large and toffee brown, inclined to laughter, I thought. She had a good mouth with soft lips that turned up at the edges, reinforcing the impression of good humour, and even white teeth. Whilst not a classic beauty – her face was too long and marred by a slightly crooked nose for that – she was attractive and, in this our first date, had shown herself to be very good company.

We were sitting in a small Italian restaurant. She had chosen a Polenta with Porcini that the florid waiter had delivered with a flourish that I thought disproportionate to the lumpy mound of mushrooms on her plate. I had chosen a Beef Braciole that was good but not great. I thought she was a vegetarian and I hoped she would excuse me for being a carnivore, but we were both enjoying a full bodied Chianti. She was talking about a colleague at work, her voice animated.

“And then he asked me out!” she rolled her eyes to highlight the undesirability of this, and she stabbed at the air with her fork. “So we went to the movies and he insisted on sitting in the back row, as if I was going to do anything with him…’ she emphasizied the last word, “… and he kept putting his hand on my knee and I kept removing it.”

I made a mental note not to put my hand on her knee unless invited.

“… and I kept pushing it off. Anyway..” the fork swayed about. “.. he got the hump and sat there, and next thing I know he’s picking his nose and mumbling to himself!”

“Unbelievable!” I murmured. “What did you do?”

“I waited until his finger was jammed into his nostril and then nudged his arm sharply. His finger went in up to the second knuckle and had a massive nose bleed and had to leave”. She laughed, a good honest laugh that lit up her face. “The rest of the movie was much better without him.”

I smiled. Her humour was infectious.

“Tell me about yourself, David. What do you do for pleasure?”

I had a powerful vision of Beth, her head thrown back and her face distorted with lust as I spurted into her. Telling Susan that I fucked my sister for pleasure was probably not what she wanted to hear.

“Music, Cars, Movies, Candlelit dinners, Holidays.”

“Wow!’ she was impressed. “Most blokes can only think of one.” She regarded me for a moment. “Which one do you like the most?”

I smiled at her. “At the moment, candlelit dinner. You’re great company, Susan.”

She blushed a bit. “I chatter too much”. She was silent for a moment, and then, as if the strain of that moment of abstention was too much, she launched into a story about the last candlelit dinner she had had, when her date fell asleep into his plate.