TABOO TALES(erotica)

Prologue. August 2011

Jennifer Elizabeth Robertson stared out of the window, her grey eyes seemingly fixed on the far end of the garden where the tumbledown shed sagged against the fence, partially obscured by the tangle of brambles and hawthorn. Aside from herself the house had been empty for a year or so and it was quiet in the sunlit kitchen in which she stood, apart from the thin cries of children playing at the local school and the low grumble of earth moving equipment two streets down.

Her mind was on the envelope lying on the kitchen table behind her. She recalled the many addresses scribbled on its face as people redirected it, and wondered how it had ever reached her. She remembered the body blow in her chest when she recognized who it was from, and how she had carefully propped it up against the sugar bowl whilst she went about her chores, delaying the moment when she would open it because she wasn’t sure if the growl of excitement in her belly was greater or less than the sense of dread of what it might say. Twice she had gone to fling it in the bin but on each occasion she had stopped, aware that not knowing what was inside would be infinitely worse than knowing.

She gave a little sigh and turned away from the window, her eyes scanning the little kitchen that seemed to be her world now. The morning dishes were already washed and put away and her laundry was out in the pale winter sunshine to dry. Her bed was made and the house dusted and there was really nothing to stop her from opening the letter and reading it, other than her own hesitation. She could hear the grandfather clock in the hallway ticking, ticking, reverberating though the old wooden floors and infiltrating her thoughts like a stentorian heartbeat pulsing in the silence of the house. With a sudden sense of dread she imagined it to be his heart and that each beat consumed a little of what was left, and if she waited too long it would wind down and stop – and she would never see him again.

It was the motivation Jen needed, and she sat down and picked up the envelope. It was thin and cheap and stained by the dust and dirt of its journey across the country, but the handwriting was clear and firm and confident. She turned it over in her hand and slipped a finger under the flap, tearing it open to retrieve the single sheet of paper, and she saw that it had only a few lines written upon it.

Hey Jen,

They say that blood is thicker than water, which may be why we battle our own with more energy and gusto than we would ever expend on strangers. Now time and distance have made me a stranger too, so perhaps the battle has moved on? I hope so.

Isn’t it time now, my heart? Can’t we at the very least be friends?

Call me.

David.

(dgriffiths9@hotmail. com)

Taped below the words was a scrap of material of faded blue. Jen touched the silken threads and the frayed lace edging with her fingertips and she remembered it even after all of these years, just as he had known she would.

In the little kitchen of her cramped and silent house she clasped the tattered fragment of her past and her mind whirled back to another time – of long sunny days of dreams and laughter when they were young and carefree, when they thought the good times would never end.

And she rested her head in her hands and she remembered.

November 2000

“I just don’t know what’s got into you two this morning!”

Jen could see that her mother was put out – not really angry, but clearly miffed by what she saw as odd behavior with no apparent reason. She liked her life to be ordered and when something happened without any explanation she was perplexed by it.

“I don’t know what you mean, Mum.” Jen tried hard not look at David, who was sitting opposite her at the little kitchen table. He was pulling a face that his mother couldn’t see because she was behind him, and Jen was trying not to laugh but it didn’t work. She felt her lips twitching and hurriedly turned the giggle into a cough.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“There you go again!” Katherine Griffith’s eyes were icy blue. “You’re possessed, the pair of you! If I didn’t know better I’d say you were up to no good.” She turned and stomped back to the sink before firing a final shot. “And when you and your brother have control of yourselves – if you ever do – then bring your dirty dishes and wash them up!”

Jen didn’t care. It was as if she was on a high, soaring into the dizzy, rarefied air of elation where everything she perceived was crisp and clean and sharp. She could still taste David on her lips and under her dressing gown she could smell exactly what they had been up to – the musky odour of his semen blended with her own juices, drying on the satin skin of her thighs. She glanced at him. He had stopped clowning and was gazing at her, his blue eyes soft like a puppy’s. She saw how his hair curled softly at the collar of his shirt and how the breadth of his chest filled it, and she remembered the rubbery feel of his muscles as she clasped him, crying out in the night at what he was doing to her. She felt her vulva open at the memory, releasing a little of what he had inserted there last night.

She shot him a warning glance as their mother turned again, her voice still shrill.

“And where were you this morning, David? Your work phoned at seven, looking for you to come in and when I knocked on your door you weren’t there!”

“Er – it’s Saturday. I went for a run this morning, Mum. Do you think they still want me?”

She shook her head in exasperation. “Don’t bother! The manager said he’d call up someone else to come in. I thought you were trying to save a little money.”

David nodded, his eyes on his sister. At seven that morning he’d still been in her bed, her naked and exhausted body curled around his. It was a good job his mother hadn’t gone the extra ten paces and looked in Jen’s room. He saw that she had had the same thought, her face paling at what might have happened had they been caught.

“Are you listening to me, young man?!”

“Er, yes, Mum. Yes, I am trying to save money, but I can’t be everywhere at once. Sometimes there are more important things to do.” He looked at his sister again, remembering the vigor of their lovemaking and he was seized by a need to be reckless. “I needed the exercise and I feel much better for having it,” he said with a straight face. Jen was looking away, her expression stricken.

“Well, perhaps you could leave a note or something… I felt a fool having to tell him I didn’t know where you were.”

David imagined the sort of note he would have had to leave. ‘Dear Mum. Please don’t disturb me as I am fucking Jen in her room. Love, David.’ The thought triggered another memory – his sister kneeling on the rumpled bed with her legs askew, the twin globes of her ass as pale as alabaster in the moonlight and the crevice between them in mysterious shadow as he thrust into her. He felt his cock harden and he looked across the table, wanting to hold her again. He couldn’t imagine getting through the whole day without being inside her again.

“Well,” his mother said. “I can’t stop around here all day – I’m out with Gladys this morning.” She dried her hands on a tea towel and regarded her children with glittering eyes. “Do you think you’d be able to do your chores this morning, or are you so daft as to be completely useless?” She undid her apron and hung it on the hook by the fridge. “I’ll be back about twelve.” She made it sound like a deadline.

The two sat looking at each other until the door slammed, and then Jen rose to her feet and practically ran the three steps to his chair. She straddled him, her hands on his face and her lips at his, laughing into his mouth, touching his hair.

“God I can’t believe she didn’t catch us! We are so stupid, David -” she could feel his hands sliding inside her gown, pushing it open to touch her breasts. Her nipples were hard already, like ripe gooseberries in his palms. “We have three whole hours -”

“I want you again, Jen.” His mouth was on her neck, lips caressing the soft skin under her ears. “I can’t get enough of you.”

She leaned back, her arms around his neck to steady herself. Her gown was open and her thighs were either side of his. She could feel the coarse material of his jeans pressing against her sex, and she could feel the heat of wanting in her belly. “Well, here I am, David, so take me… where are you?”

He reached down and opened his zip, drawing himself out with difficulty. Jen stood up to give him a little room, watching as his cock appeared. It was rock hard, the glans thick and purple and angry. He held it upright and she moved forward and engaged herself on it, feeling the head pressing against the swollen lips of her pussy and she held herself there, poised above him.

“Are you sure you’re up for this, Mister?” her eyes were twinkling with mischief and desire.

He groaned at the silken touch of her labia, but held still. “God, yes! Put it in.”

“You won’t die from lack of blood to the brain?”

“I’ll die if you don’t put it in.”

“Let me check if you’re ready.” She reached down and seized the shaft, gripping it near the base between her forefinger and thumb. “Hmmm. Is that you, David, or did you drop a rolling pin in your lap?” She giggled and moved her fingers, rubbing the tip against herself, leaving a smear of silver on the purple flesh of his knob.

“Put it in… Put it in.” He was panting.

“Tut, tut!! You boys are always in such a hurry.” She eased forward and down, peering between her legs to watch the head slip inside her, and she drew her hand away. “Is that better?”

“Ah, yes! Now deeper!”

“Ah-ah. Not so fast. Let him play at the doorway for a while.” She flexed her thighs, jiggling up and down a little so that just the head of his cock slipped in and out of her with soft slurping noises. “It’s nice to play a little… don’t you agree?”

“Yes… oh, God yes. Shit, that’s good! You’ve no idea how good that feels, Jen.” He put his hands around her waist, feeling the warmth of her body and the way she moved as she impaled herself on him. Both of them were looking down at the point of their union, watching how his glans appeared and disappeared. It was coated with the thick white discharge of their juices and the soft sucking sound of her flesh added to their pleasure.