TABOO TALES(erotica)

Jen lowered herself further and grunted as his cock penetrated her more deeply, pushing aside the tender flesh of her vagina to reach up towards her belly. A sunbeam was streaming in through the little window, falling on them like a spotlight on an erotic act in a show. She could see motes of dust suspended in the air like specks of matter exploding from the intensity of her feelings for him. She observed the glints of red and copper in his hair, and the way his skin was burnished almost gold in its ethereal light. She rested her fingertips on his face, tracing the lines of pleasure and emotion, and she saw the warm curve of his mouth and the glint of his teeth behind the soft lips. A wave of almost unbearable emotion flooded through her.

“I love you.” She said softly. “I love you so much.”

David laughed. “You didn’t say that a week ago.” He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to her nipple, teasing it with his lips.

“I didn’t love you a week ago.”

He looked up at her face feigning surprise “Really? Shucks, you had me fooled. Every time I saw your pussy it was wringing wet.”

“That didn’t mean I loved you. I was just… horny.”

“And now you love me,” David said. He had closed his eyes, savoring the delicious slide of his cock into the tight warmth of his sister’s body. He thought that he loved her too, but he didn’t want to tell her so he tried to be lighthearted. “And I bet you say that to all the boys,” he said.

Jen felt the sting of his words but they were drowned out by the intensity of their lovemaking. She hunkered down and rotated her hips a little as she engulfed him, delighting in the groan of satisfaction it drew from his lips.

“No,” she whispered to herself. “No, I don’t. It’s only you.”

*****

They both thought that that hot, passionate summer would last forever. Hot nights, lying in her bed playing, playing; sharing kisses like drizzled honey, the warmth and elasticity of her flesh and the rigid hardness of his… slotting together, crafted for one another. So much sperm, pumping, pumping, spraying into her body; and then the slow drip of their juices into the weave of the sheets, staining the linen so that Jen feared her mother would notice and took to washing them herself. The feeling of bruised flesh; the rash on her face from his unshaven chin. The long slow exhaustion of each day, buoyed by the certain knowledge of the illicit pleasure to be drawn from one other each night. Whispering, whispering, terrified of discovery but helpless to resist.

They were seized by a kind of madness and took incredible chances, barely waiting for the click of the door latch behind their mother before falling on each other. At first their bodies were the source of mystery but as time went by they gradually became familiar places – the hills and secret valleys intimately explored, sources of endless gratification. Each learned the ways of the other: where to touch and what to do to prolong the intensity, to hold back the pinnacle of their pleasure for a while longer to allow it to build like a monstrous tsunami until it came crashing down, sweeping them away in a torrent of almost unbearable ecstasy. She saw how his eyelids fluttered when he came, his hands like steel claws on her flesh as he struggled to contain the storm-surge of pleasure – and he saw how she held her bottom lip in her little white teeth to muffle the groans of her ecstasy as her body twitched underneath him.

And after their passion was sated they whispered together in the silence of the night, their minds coming together just as their bodies had done, fusing them into an entity that in their blindness they thought would last a lifetime.

A Saturday in Autumn, the leaves scattered over the garden, clumped together in windrows against the fence. A job to be done, shared together as they so often did now. David stood by the shed, watching her raking and laughing when the little gusts of wind scattered them again. She turned on him. “Don’t just stand there, you useless article!” She was laughing too. “Get the bag and help me.”

He stooped and she pushed the leaves into the bag but when she turned for more he tipped them over her in a rustling cascade of red and gold. She screamed and flung down the rake and seized handfuls to throw at him, her cheeks flushed with excitement and her eyes sparkling with fun as he flung them back. She managed to stuff some into his jumper and then run away giggling until he cornered her at the back of the shed and held a handful above her head.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“No don’t, David!” she was shrieking, trying to fend him off.

“Surrender, then!”

“Never! We’re quits!”

He dropped half of them on her head. “Surrender!”

She was trapped in the corner between the shed and the fence, hemmed in by his body and the constraint of his arms. His face was close to hers and she could see the deep indigo-blue of his eyes and the softness of his mouth, laughing with her. There were bits of leaves in the strands of his hair where she had crushed them against his head, and his lips were slightly apart as he caught his breath. Jen stopped struggling and gazed up at him, a surge of longing sweeping over her. She leaned forward in sudden passivity, her face tilted up.

“OK, OK. I surrender… take me. I’m your slave.”

David placed his mouth over hers and his tongue snaked into her mouth. The fringe of her hair tickled his forehead and he could taste a hint of peppermint and coffee on her breath. Her arms came around him, holding tight and he could feel the press of her breasts against his chest and the thrust of her pelvis against his. He dropped the leaves and encircled her, one hand around her waist and the other on one of her soft, warm breasts. His heart was hammering. She was delicious – a warm, vibrant animal, and she was his. His cock reared up, painfully constrained in his pants and he felt it pressing against her pubis.

Jen leaned back against the rough timber wall of the shed and lifted one leg to twine it about his, opening herself a little, rotating her hips against his groin. Even through the layers of clothes she could feel his length pressing against her clitoris and her pussy opened like a flower.

“Oh God, David,” she was moaning, whispering between the kisses, her lips crushing his. “We can’t… not here. Someone will see us.”

“There’s no one here.” He was fumbling with his belt, his mouth against her skin. “God, I need you!”

Jen felt the rasp of his buckle against her and then the clasp of his hands on her buttocks as he hoisted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her back against the shed wall to support her. She looked furtively around, deciding that they were hidden from curious neighbours and from the main house. His fingers were scrabbling against the gusset of her panties to pull them clear and she reached down to help him, wrenching the material aside and locating the head of his cock against her opening before wrapping her arms around his neck. The turn of events had happened so quickly that she was still dry and his cock pressed hard against her without entering. Jen felt him trying to adjust it.

“No!” her voice was low and urgent. “Leave it! Let me take you in when its ready…. keep still.”

David nodded, his mouth barely touching hers. He brushed over her lips with the tip of his tongue, tasting her again, pushing them open a little. Her weight was pressing down on him, bending his rod as it struggled to enter her and he shifted his hands to allow his fingers to reach her sex. He could feel moisture on his fingertips as her body reacted to him, and he drew her vulva apart to ease his entry. The resistance suddenly melted and he sank into her deeply.

Jen arched her back as he entered her. She could feel the sill of the shed window pressing into the small of her back and she released his neck and grasped it with both hands, levering herself upwards a little. The angle of his penetration altered, pressing against her clitoris, and she writhed against him, sucking him in deeper and rotating her hips to rub against his pubic bone. She could feel the sun on her face and somewhere in an adjacent tree a bird was chirping, but apart from that the garden was silent and she bit down on her bottom lip to stop herself groaning in pleasure.

David grasped her buttocks tightly and began to thrust into his sister, matching the rhythm as she levered herself up and down on the windowsill. Her back was against the window, the material of her coat making small squeaking noises on the glass as she rose and fell; she was leaning forward with her face against his and her hair tickled his neck, and he could feel the tight suck of her cunt as it slid up and down on his shaft.

“Oh, Christ, David!” she was mumbling, almost, her voice disjointed and broken with pleasure. “Ah…. yes, oh fuck… yes, baby. So good…. do it! Do it faster!” His strokes were long and deep, levering aside the trembling walls of her cunt and her juices were flowing freely now and she wondered idly if it would stain the front of his pants. Her hands fluttered around his neck like trapped birds as the pleasure seized her and she moaned against his skin. “Ah, yes! Deeper… fuck, fuck – deeper, baby!”