TABOO TALES(erotica)

Her lips were incredibly soft, just as I had imagined they would be, and her tongue moved languorously inside my mouth. My senses were suddenly in overdrive, every neuron in my body aware of her and what she was doing: the pressure of her arms around me, the sweetness of her breath and the taste of her mouth. Her fingers were in my hair, the same ones that had traced a path along the length of my cock and had touched the warm ooze of my pre-cum. The length of her body was pressed against me and I rested my hands on her hips, feeling their warmth through the material of her dress, just as if there was nothing between us. My fingers were on the small of her back and I slid them down to her ass, cupping her buttocks, pulling her closer so that she was crushed against me. My cock was like a steel girder, pressing hard against her belly and I knew she could feel it. I heard her groan into my mouth and then she pulled her face away a little to talk.

“Jesus, David…. don’t. We shouldn’t -” and then her lips were on mine again, pressing hard, her tongue into my mouth.

I remembered how her ass had looked when she bent over – the smooth ivory of her skin and the delicious divide between her buttocks and her anus nestling between then, so fresh and pink – and the moist slit of her vagina beyond. I curled my fingers around her cheeks, pressing the material in between them, my fingertips reaching in, reaching in. She was pressing her body against me and rubbing herself against the logjam in my pants, and her nipples drilled into my chest like heated pebbles.

Her dress had ridden up now and my fingers were touching her panties, pressing into her crack. She lifted one leg and hooked it over my hip and I could feel the heat and wetness there, the gusset slick under my touch, and my heart was pounding. I wanted this to go on forever, to keep touching her. She pressed her face into my shoulder, her hands gripping me tightly, and we clutched at each other in desperation in the quietness of the house, my fingers dipping under the strip of material – touching her there for the first time, slippery with her juices. Her sex was like a flower under my fingers, the labia folded back and the centre wet and open like ripe fruit. I pressed my fingers in, sliding into her body.

“Oh God…” her voice muffled, “Oh, yes.”

She was standing on tiptoe now, her other leg curled around me and my fingers were inside her, feeling the juices bubbling at her cunt. So tight. I began to undo my belt with my free hand, fumbling with the clasp.

She shook her head, her voice muffled in my shirt. “No, David, no. Mum will be back soon. Not that, please. Just…. do what you’re doing.” A tremor went through her body. “Ah! Just there, move your fingers… yes, like that, just like that.”

She pressed into my shoulder again and the cascade of her hair was against my face, the strands glossy and perfumed. Her hands were clutching me, fluttering like little birds with the intensity of her pleasure, and an occasional groan escaped from her lips. My fingers eased in and out, her juices leaking from her slit and dripping over my hand and she was jerking a little and writhing as I penetrated her. So hot, so hot. She rubbed herself against me, my fingers jammed in her cunt and her mound pressed against my thigh, rubbing, frantic. So hot.

Her face tilting up now, eyes liquid. “I’m going to cum,” she whispered, “Yes, David…. ah, just there. Oooo, yes.” Her hips pressed hard against me and my fingers were dipping, rubbing, pushing in and out. Exquisite, the heat and the smell of her body, quivering as she spiraled up, her head arching back, lips open.

I watched as she came for me: her eyes tightly shut and her face contorted as she rode the long breakers of pleasure. Her pussy was fluttering under my fingers in tight little contractions, creaming me, her labia pressed against my knuckles; her hands clasping, gripping me, clutching me tightly as she writhed in her ecstasy. She was whimpering and I heard my own voice, urging her on, telling her I loved her, telling her she was mine. My heart hammered in my chest and my cock was fit to burst inside my pants. It was so close to her clasping, oozing cunt. I wanted to be inside her.

For a long time we clutched each other frantically, her body twitching with the intensity of her cum and then the waves gradually subsided and she came back from the edge, spiraling down slowly. I eased my fingers out of her pussy, rubbing them lightly over her labia. So horny, so wet. I want to fuck her now, to bend her over and take her.

She turned her face toward me, her eyes shining, her teeth white and even as she smiled up at me and her voice was filled with awe. “Wow! How the hell did that happen?” I bent forward and kissed her open mouth, my tongue inside her. Her taste had changed, somehow, as if she had sex on her lips. She responded, her body still hot against mine.

And suddenly we heard the sound of keys in the front door and the squeak of the hinges as it opened. My mother’s voice calling from the hallway as if she somehow knew she should make a sound to give us warning. “Yooo-hoo, I’m back!”

We leapt apart and I stumbled backwards, seeing Jen smooth her dress down and turn back to the sink with an expression of panic on her face. I grabbed the cornflake box and pretended to read it, my heart hammering and my cock still thick in my pants as she came in, her eyes wide with surprise.

“You still having breakfast, David? What a slow coach – haven’t you done anything yet?”

She was right… I’d done nothing. A job unfinished and the chance gone.

***

Lying on her bed that night, breaking the rules because Mum was in her room at the other end of the house. Silent kisses, sweeter than honey. Whispers in the night.

“This is crazy, David. We can’t do it, you know that don’t you?”

I nodded, my mouth against the skin of her neck, fragrant with her scent.

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” she continued. “We just can’t.”

“Mmmm”. My most non-committal grunt. There was no way I was going to agree with what she was saying. My fingers were on her nightie, silky smooth, grasping the warm curve of her breast. I rolled a nipple in my fingers and it swelled like a ripe gooseberry.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

“Are you listening to me?” She seized a handful of my hair and levered me up so she could look at me. Her eyes flashed in the dim light. “You’re my brother. We can’t… do it, d’you hear?”

I nodded again. She was exquisite, perfect… and nearly mine.

“Promise me,” she persisted. Her voice was almost pleading. “Promise me you won’t try.”

“Alright.” I hoped I sounded convincing.

She looked at me for a moment longer, but I must have satisfied her because she pulled me down to her face and her lips opened under mine. So soft… so perfect. I wanted this to last for ever. God, I needed her. The window drapes were back and she was lying on top of the bedclothes, her body bathed in moonlight: hills of silver and valleys of shadow. All that was between us was the scrap of her nightie and my boxers. I squeezed her breast again, the nipple drilling into my palm and she groaned into my mouth.

“Mmmmm. Oh, yes. Touch me more.”

I released her breast and slid my hand over the silky material … across the smooth skin of her belly and into the crease where it met one thigh, then down to their juncture. I was expecting panties but there were none: only her naked flesh. My fingers brushed over her labia and she jerked a little at my touch, groaning in her throat as they teased her vulva, dipping into her again.

Her mouth was pressed against my ear, whispering. “God, I’m so wet for you. You make me wet. Taste it.”

I lifted my fingers from her pussy and pressed them between us, feeling her tongue brushing against mine as she licked with me. Her little pink tongue darting between my fingers, scooping the juice into her mouth, licking them clean. The taste of her cunt on my lips. Her breath against my cheek, panting with desire, so hot… my sister, so hot. How had it come to this? I wanted the night to go on forever.

She was mumbling between the kisses, her voice scratchy with lust. “Jesus, David… ah, yes! Touch me there, inside. Oooh, just there.” Her body was completely open to me, trembling as my fingers dipped into her and my cock was like an iron bar against her thigh, harder than any time in my life. She moved her hand down to grip the shaft, slipping under the elastic of my shorts and encircling it, her fingers cool against the hot flesh and she groaned again, her words punctuated with hot little kisses on my mouth.

“We can’t David… no, this is crazy…. we can’t do… it.”

My mouth moving down to her neck, into the hollow there, the skin soft and fragrant against my lips, then down, across the rumpled material of her nightie, feeling the swell of her nipple pressing through the thin silk… then down further until the skin of her abdomen touched my lips. I was kneeling over her with my fingers still in her pussy, my tongue leaving a little silver trail of saliva on the smooth brown skin of her belly, down towards her liquid core. She released my cock and I saw her licking her fingers again, her lips shiny with my pre-cum, her little pink tongue lapping, lapping and her eyes luminescent in the moonlight. My little pussycat, purring as she licks the cream.

And then I was there, the tip of my tongue at her opening to dip into her essence. She groaned again – a sort of growl as I nuzzled her lips, and she opened her thighs to expose herself fully, one leg either side of my face whilst I knelt at the altar of her sex.

I was kneeling at my sister’s cunt, lapping at her honeypot. The weeks of heartache and the long, lonely nights of dreaming had gone, and I was here in her room, eating her pussy. She was writhing under me and gasping, her hands gripping my head and stroke of my tongue drew a groan from her throat… purring, purring. Long, slow strokes with the flat of my tongue from her perineum to her clitoris, flattening the rubbery lips of her vulva and scooping the slippery juices into my greedy mouth.

My sister’s nectar on my lips. Curling the tip of my tongue to dip into her to suck her essence into my mouth, my hands on her thighs to hold her against my face… my cheeks and lips soaking wet with her cream. She was amazing, perfect, and I if I played the game right she would be mine for the night.