TABOO TALES(erotica)

Jennifer Griffiths drew back the curtains and looked over the expanse of lawn stretching almost as far as she could see. There had been a heavy frost during the night but it was melting in the morning sun, and she saw it was going to be a beautiful day.

She turned to the room behind her and smiled at the discarded clothes strewn around it. They told a story – silent witnesses to the events of last night. David’s shirt lay by the open door, and his pants next to the sofa. Her clothes were more widely scattered: her blouse a puddle of blue by the table and her panties hanging from a chair. She recalled the feel of her brother’s cock sliding into her and experienced the same guilty jolt of pleasure that she always did when she committed incest.

It had been a particularly memorable night because there had been little lovemaking in recent times. She and David were both busy and intimacy seemed to be more of an effort than it had before. In fact, neither had really expected anything last night when the subject of Bishop Tobias had come up and, surprisingly, had led to sex.

David had been sitting at the kitchen counter with a glass of wine, regarding his sister as she tidied up after dinner.

“So what are we going to do about him?” he asked.

Jennifer shrugged. She knew immediately who he was talking about and had pondered the same question for most of the day, but without reaching an answer. “I don’t know,” she replied. “Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he’ll just leave me alone.”

“I shouldn’t count on it,” David observed. “I think we should be prepared to deal with him if he doesn’t.”

“Maybe I’ll just take out a contract on him… you know people who do that sort of thing, don’t you?”

“Sure,” he said drily. “Marketing is full of contract killers.” He took a sip from his glass. “Not a bad idea, though.”

“Except they’d lock us up. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in goal because of that shithead.”

David considered for a moment. “Fourteen years ago he said he had testimony from your mother about us. Did you ever actually get to see it?”

“No, and I don’t think Mum would have ever written one. She was too sick, for a start.”

“But she must have told him something before she died.”

Jen nodded. “Only in the misguided hope he would help us – but she would never have written anything down. She just didn’t work that way.”NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“I agree. But let’s just imagine for a moment that she did write something… a statement or testimony of some kind that suggested we were incestuous. Would he have kept it all these years?”

“I doubt it. He must have thought us long gone. Nobody keeps a document like that for fourteen years on the off chance they might need it again.”

David nodded in agreement. “So the chances are he’s really got nothing on us.”

“Other than he knows we are brother and sister. And it wouldn’t be hard for him to find out that we are still living together.”

“So what? Lots of siblings live together – that doesn’t mean they share a bed. I mean, to do us any real damage he’d have to prove we were intimate.” He saw his sister smiling. “What? Did I say something funny?”

“Intimate is such a weak little word, David. Why don’t you just say ‘fucking’.”

“Well, all right then. He’d have to prove we fuck.”

“And how would he do that?” she was still smiling.

“Shit, I don’t know. Peer in through the window with a camera, or something.” He lapsed into silence. “Do you ever wonder how we got into this situation?”

“Do you mean situation as in being blackmailed, or situation as in you and me shagging?”

“Shagging. I wonder how we got to break the taboo.”

Jen laughed. “There was no wonder about it. You stuck your dick in me.”

“Only because you were constantly flashing your pussy at me.”

“Because you stole my knickers to sniff them.”

“And, if I remember right, because you crept into my room and played with my dick without so much as asking.”

“I did, didn’t I? And after that, I couldn’t wait to get you inside me.” Jen laughed again. “We were pretty naughty, weren’t we? Poor old Mum didn’t have a clue – every time her back was turned we were at it. Do you remember the morning after we first did it? On the kitchen chair?” she closed her eyes, recalling how she’d lowered herself onto her brother’s shaft and the feeling of fullness as it slid into her. “It was lovely.”

David remembered it well: the arrow-sharp glances of lust they had shared whilst their mother flitted around the kitchen, oblivious to the sexual tension in the air – and how Jen had flown to him the moment they were alone, her legs long and brown and her eyes full of love. Even though he’d fucked her half the previous night he was still as hard as a stick, and recalled the delicious feeling of her pussy enveloping him again. He felt his cock rear up at the memory and he regarded his sister to see if she’d had a similar reaction.

Jen’s cheeks bore a flush of colour and there was a familiar brightness in her eyes. “It never changes, does it David,” she said softly, “and I don’t care if you are my brother… I love what we do.” She set down the dish she had been drying and walked around to his side of the counter. “In fact, I feel like doing it again – right now.” She touched his face gently, as a blind person might do to read its planes and angles, and leaned forward and kissed him. Her lips were as soft as a shadow and her breath warm upon his cheek.

“Tell me what you’d like me to do,” he whispered.

“You figure it out.”

“But I’m your brother. Siblings don’t do that.”

“We do – a lot more than we should.”

David laughed. She’d recently calculated they’d fucked over five hundred times, give or take. She’d even worked out the volume of sperm he’d pumped into her… what had it been? Over a quart? They’d imagined him delivering it in a single, mind-blowing orgasm: pints of jizz squirting into her pussy, filling it like a balloon before spraying from around his shaft to soak her thighs and pool around her buttocks. It was an arresting image, but impossible, of course. But even the thought of impregnating his sister with that much fluid over the years was an intriguing one. Who would have thought? A brother and sister, rutting like that over such a long time.

“We do, don’t we,” he agreed. Her perfume filled his senses, heady and seductive, and he felt himself falling into a familiar pit of lust. “So how would you like to be done?”

“Any way you like.”

“Really?” he grasped the twin globes of her buttocks and his fingers curled between them to probe gently.

“Except that way.”

“Right.” David had known, of course. Jen was game for anything except anal, which was a pity as he thought she had the finest ass he’d ever seen. Still, it had been worth a try. He moved his hands forward, his thumbs brushing lightly over the fabric at her crotch. “How about here, then?”

“Mmmm.”

“Or here?” his fingertip touching her mouth.

“Yep.”

“And what about here?” Even though her bra and blouse he could feel her nipples as stiff as gooseberries.

“Uh huh.”

“Take off your clothes, then.”

Jen stood back and began to undress: the kitchen apron first, then the blouse tossed aside. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, kicking it away, and her hands reached for the clasp on her bra.

“No,” David whispered. “Leave your undies. Take off your shoes.” He watched her do it. “Now bend over the back of the sofa.”

His sister complied, her arms stretched along the back of the settee and her legs apart. The angle of her body emphasised the tautness of her buttocks and the long spread of her thighs, and he saw how the rich burgundy of her underwear accentuated the pale gold of her skin.

“Open your legs more,” he commanded. “Wider. Now push your ass back a little… more… a bit more. Yes, yes, that’s nice.”

Jen rested her cheek on the soft leather and closed her eyes. She thought her posture made her vulnerable, somehow, as if she were exposing herself to a stranger. She let the fantasy develop in her mind: a candlelit dinner with a first date; a little too much to drink; the fumbled kisses and now his expectation of sex. She imagined she was too far gone to refuse and was apprehensive, just as she had been the first time all those years ago. On that occasion they had fucked in her bedroom, not far from where her mother slept in blissful ignorance, and she remembered the breathless excitement of the forbidden relationship juxtaposed on the terror of discovery.

And now, fifteen years later, that excitement was still tangible: a shortness of breath; a beating heart hammering in her chest. A consciousness of moisture oozing from within her body to smear the thin gusset of her panties. It was not warm in the room and she felt her skin cooling in contrast to the little furnace between her legs. David was somewhere behind her but there was no sound and she wondered what he was doing. She was tempted to turn and look, but anticipation was part of the game.

David was observing. He had known this woman for thirty three years and he still couldn’t believe his luck. The body spread-eagled before him was as trim as when he had first taken it all those years ago. The hips were a little fuller, perhaps, and the breasts squished against the cushion a tad lower, but there was no spare flesh on her frame. He regarded the gleam of her skin in the soft light, and the pinch of her waist that curved outwards towards the creamy globes of her ass. He saw the glorious curtain of her hair in wild disarray over the back of the sofa and he marvelled at the shape of her legs, stretching long and lean from the slim ankles to the wonder of her little round buttocks. They were encased in the thin fabric of her panties, and they were irresistible.

He quickly unbuckled his belt and shucked off his pants before stepping forward to engage himself between his sister’s buns. She hunkered down, thrusting back a little, and her fingers deftly pulled aside the gusset of her pants. David felt the head of his cock briefly touch her rosebud and for an instant he imagined penetrating that tight little tube; but then it slid towards to the soft fruit of her sex, and he seized her hips to control the initial penetration.