TABOO TALES(erotica)

Slowly, and with infinite care, David Griffiths violated his sister’s body. There was initial pressure as her vulva stretched around him, a sensation of moisture on the sensitive tip of his cock as her lips spread. For a moment more there was tightness and he heard the hiss of her breath; and then the mushroom head crowned into her body and she grunted softly.

“Ah, Jesus, David. Fuck! You’ve got bigger.”

He chuckled softly at the old joke “And you’ve got tighter.”

“Just hold it there… ah, let me get used to it.”

For long moments he was still, his fingers resting lightly on her hips and his bell end buried inside her. She crimped her vulva once or twice and he felt it clasp around his rim.

“Tell me what you see,” she demanded. Imagery had always been a turn on for her.

David shifted his fingers to draw aside the twin globes of her bottom and feasted his eyes on the delicious sight. “I can see you wrapped around me.”

“How far in?”

“Just the head.”

“Is it tight?”

“It feels tight.”

“No, I mean visually. Am I wrapped tightly around you?”

David leaned back to better observe. The movement shifted the angle of his penetration and he saw a brief glimpse of her pink flesh as the seal of their union was broken. He pressed forward a little and observed the ring close around him again. “As tight as a banjo string.”

Jen grunted. It had been a while since they fucked and he did feel big. “Good,” she said, “now go a bit deeper… ah, yes! Slowly… slowly. Stop when you’re right inside.”

David watched as his shaft gradually disappeared and he imagined it sliding inside her, levering aside the trembling walls of her pussy. She really was very tight.

At length the soft cushion of her buttocks arrested him. “I’m in,” he murmured. “Christ, Jen, that feels great.”

His sister grunted softly, savouring the feeling of fullness. “Keep still,” she whispered, “and tell me what you thought the first time we did it.”

“I was surprised. I thought I wasn’t going to get anywhere near it.”

“Really? We were in my bed with your cock half way down my throat. Wasn’t that a hint?”

“But you kept telling me we couldn’t do it.”

“When my mouth wasn’t too full to speak,” Jen conceded. She remembered the conflict she’d experienced: a desperate need to take her brother into her body, but fear of what that would mean. The desire had won and she recalled the incredible sensation of him sliding into her for the first time.

“Does it feel any different to you now?” she asked.

“I think it’s better.”

“Really? How do you figure that?”

David considered for a moment. “Because over the years we’ve learned what gives each other pleasure. When we first started there’s no way I could have kept still like we are now – I would have been pounding you into the mattress.”

Jen giggled. “We were very energetic, weren’t we? That’s what comes of being young.”

“We still are. Can I move now?”

“Go for it, stud.”

David grasped his sister’s hips and began to pump into her: back and forth, back and forth. She was ready now, her pussy wet with anticipation, and in the light cast from the kitchen he could see his shaft shining with her juices. “How’s that?” he asked.

“Nice.”

“Jesus! Nice? Is that all?”

Jen chuckled softly. “Well, it’s really nice.”

It was, too. He could feel the grip of her wet flesh on his cock, a sort of sucking sensation with every stroke.

“You asked me what it was like when I first fucked you.”

“Yes.”

“I couldn’t believe it,” he said. “I couldn’t believe that my little sister, who I’d lusted after for months, would really go all the way. You were so beautiful… you could have had anyone you wanted, but you chose me. I couldn’t believe that you would.” He closed his eyes and remembered the magic of that night: the small bedroom bathed in moonlight, the air chilled because they’d opened the window to dispel the odour of sex. He saw again the expression on her face as he first penetrated her, filled with wonder at what was happening; and he recalled the sinuous movement of her lithe young body as he fucked her. “I was filled by love,” he said simply, and I still am.”

Jen giggled. “And I was filled by you… and I still am.”

David examined the point at which their bodies joined. Even when he was fully engaged there was still a little of his cock showing. “Do you want to be even fuller?” he asked.

“Uh huh.”

“Then step back.” They shuffled away from the sofa, his shaft still embedded inside her. “That’s it… now bend right over… further, further. Spread your legs a bit… that’s good. Now, touch the floor with your hands if you can. Ah! That’s it… that’s it!”

Jen’s body was bent almost in a U shape, her legs open wide and her head down. At this angle her buttocks were flattened and David found he could stuff himself even deeper into her channel. He seized her thighs and lifted her feet off the ground in an effort to burrow deeper still.

“They should call this position the wheelbarrow,” he observed. “Christ, you’re wet! Can you hear us fucking?”

Jen certainly could – a wet squelching sound with each thrust. He felt huge inside her, each stroke like a piston levering aside the trembling walls of her cunt. The depth and frequency of his strokes told her of his excitement, and she closed her eyes to imagine what he could see: the wet gash of her body alternately filled and emptied; her cream churned to a fine white froth by the frenzy of his movement. All she could see was the floor.

“Stop, David. Let me get on top.”

He pulled free and lay on the floor, watching with hooded eyes as she shed her panties and clambered over him. He loved her flexibility: the way she could crouch using only the muscles of her legs for support, and then lower herself slowly, slowly into his rod. He loved the sight of her sex opening, lips rolling apart as he slid between them, and the sucking tightness of her flesh. He loved too, the moment when her buttocks finally reached his thighs and he was fully, deeply inside. She would rest there for a few moments, luxuriating in the feeling of fullness, and then her legs would tense and she would rise up to reveal his slippery shaft, gleaming with her discharge, until she was balanced on the very tip.

“God was so clever to think of this,” Jen said. She was gazing between her legs, savouring the slippery feeling of his cock as she began to pump herself on it again.

“It’s how creatures mate, Jen.”

“Yes, but he could have had us breed somehow else: like salmon spawning… you know, I’d scratch a hole in a gravel bed with my butt and squirt some eggs into it, and you’d come along and cum over them.” She laughed at the image. “Not as much fun as this.”

“Hell no!” David closed his eyes and focussed on the delicious sensation of sliding back and forth into his sister. It has always been thus, ever since he’d first fucked her all those years ago.

“I need to cum,” Jen grunted.

“Go for it.” He watched as her fingers stole to her sex and began to rub, and almost immediately the pace of her movement changed to a faster, shallower rhythm. After so many years he could judge the intensity of her orgasm and this looked like it was going to be a good one.

“You love being fucked, don’t you,” he whispered.

“God, yes.”

“But not just by anybody.”

“No.” Her voice becoming thready.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Say it! Tell me who you want to fuck you.”

“You – my brother. I love having my brother’s dick inside me.”

“Why? Tell me why.”

Her eyes were on his, bright with passion. “Because you’re the one I can’t have. We – ugh, shouldn’t be doing this. If anyone found out -”

David could see she was getting closer to the edge – the eyes losing focus, bottom lip caught between those little white teeth. “But you don’t care, do you?” he whispered, “you’re fucking your brother on the floor, moving your tight little cunt up and down on him and trying to suck his juice into you. You want him to spurt -”

“Yes, yes. My brother’s sperm inside me.” Jen began to roll her hips on the downstoke, little corkscrew twists like a boat in a heavy sea. She rested one hand on his chest for balance while the other fluttered at her vulva. “I need you – ugh – to cum with me, Bro.”

“Deep or shallow?”

“Deep. I need you deep tonight… right up inside me.”

David grasped her hips and began to thrust strongly upwards in synchronicity: long, deep strokes up into his sister’s body, watching her face grow slacker with pleasure, hearing the wet suck of her pussy and her little squeaks and groans of delight. He was ready too, but wanted her to cum first so he forced himself to think of other things, but it was no good. The seeds of his orgasm expanded rapidly and he knew that only one or two more strokes would trip him over the edge.

“God, Jen… ugh! I’m close too,” he grunted. His back was off the floor, lifting her, his cock seeming to swell even thicker. “Jesus… ah, God – yes, yes! Here it comes!”

With a final lunge he thrust upwards as deeply as he could and let go a searing jet of white hot sperm, sizzling as it splattered into his sister’s writhing body. She felt its heat far inside her and it tipped her over the edge.

“Fuck!” she shouted, ‘Fuck, fuck… yes!” Her eyes were screwed tightly shut and her face distorted in pleasure, and her words were breathless and distorted: “Oh, God, that’s – ah… yes, yes.”