TABOO TALES(erotica)

David felt a building wave of lust as he fucked his sister. The suddenness of the circumstances urged him on: the feel of the air against his buttocks and the warmth of her cunt as it gripped him. He could hear the traffic on the freeway to the south and the song of the bird above him. His fingers touched her at the point of his penetration, sliding over the slippery oil of their union to press against his shaft as it pistoned into her. He began to hammer deeper, his hips thrusting sharply and her body thumped violently against the shed with the force of his strokes. Jen wrapped her hands around his head and clung to him, riding the storm. She imagined how her pussy would look in the open air beneath her, the lips of her vulva clinging to his turgid flesh each time he thrust forward, and how the long strands of his sperm would fall from her when they were done.

The vision tripped her over the edge and she came. A thin wail broke from her lips and she crushed his head with her arms, feeling the sudden warmth of his own climax as he emptied into her body. He fell against her, jerking spasmodically, only the wall of the shed holding them upright and the rough material of her coat muffled his cries of pleasure. For long moments they clung to each other as his cock pulsed and twitched inside her – and then the storm-surge faded and the light and colours of their surroundings gradually returned. She felt him withdraw and she released her thighs from his waist to stand up on trembling legs.

“Jesus, David. How the hell did that happen?” She smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling. “One minute you’re raking and the next you’re raping.”

David laughed, his teeth white against the tan of his skin. “You have that effect on me, Sis.” He turned his head on the side slightly and regarded her. “Now, if you’ll turn around and bend over we can do the other side.”

She shook her head. “Not on your life! I’m full…. in fact, I’m overflowing” She reached down and pulled aside the gusset of her pants just in time to release a thin stream of his sperm. It fell onto the ground, splattering onto the crushed and trampled leaves at her feet – white and brown and gold, and she laughed. “Now we’re both empty!”

Neither was aware of the blue eyes of their mother, watching from the kitchen of the house. Kath had come home and was unpacking the shopping when a movement at the end of the garden caught her eye, and she stopped to look. She thought at first that it was something trapped inside the shed but she gradually realised that it was someone behind the building, hidden from view except through the grimy little window just visible through its open door; and as she watched, the rhythm of the movement became more frenetic: the light alternately blocked and revealed, as if a blanket was flapping against the panes of glass. And then the obstruction was suddenly removed and she perceived Jennifer there, laughing at something and looking down at the ground.

In a sudden moment of clarity she understood without a shadow of doubt what her daughter had been doing and she swayed against the kitchen worktop to support herself, for her legs seemed to have lost their strength. Her heart was hammering in her chest and a heavy feeling of dread welled inside her. She knew she should turn away but she could not, and so she waited, watching for movement through the distant little panes of glass and hearing the clock in the hallway ticking, ticking, like a metronome measuring the last normal moments of her life. And in those long seconds the odd little things she had noticed about her children clicked together in her mind like finely machined parts of a puzzle and she knew, even before her son and daughter appeared before her horrified eyes, that all of the dreams and hopes she had had for them were gone.

With anguished eyes Kath watched them approaching the house. Jen’s face was turned towards her brother, gazing at him. Her lips were open and her eyes sparkled and her face was flushed with the glow of a lover. Kath saw how their hands were entwined and how her son kissed his sister on the lips and how the girl responded. She tried to turn away but she could not and so she remained as the couple grew closer until, inevitably, her daughter looked up and perceived her mother’s anguished face at the window and she stopped in her tracks.

For a long moment the two stared at each other. Kath saw the shock of understanding on her daughter’s face and the sudden flood of shame and guilt in her eyes and she knew that somehow this had always been ordained – that her children would submit to the sins of their own flesh and that her life would always be one of disappointment at what could have been, but now was lost.

And in that moment the pain struck her: a crushing, monstrous storm that seized the left side of her body and twisted her over as she gasped and scrabbled at the tilting kitchen bench for support, before falling to her knees and sliding to the floor. She could not scream for the pain was too great and so she lay on the cold tiles and gasped, recognizing the signs, wanting to live but watching the cone of her vision as it dwindled and contracted to nothing. And in the darkness the sound of a great wind filled her head, stripping away her consciousness like a gale peeling away the cladding of an ancient house, and the comfort and security of her life was torn from her mind and flung aside in a tumult of noise and chaos.

And presently, the storm diminished and there was only a rustling sibilance of awareness, like the scrabbling of a rodent in the dark corners of her brain, and the thin and distant cries of her incestuous children as they ran to her twitching form.

*

“Will she live, Doctor?”

Jen held the white-coated sleeve of the cardiologist, and she peered into his face with concern. “I understand what you have told me – but what does it mean? Will she live?”

He sighed. Explaining the technicalities of what had happened to a person’s heart was easy, just as a mechanic could tell you of damage to the engine of your car. He was comfortable with that – it was dispassionate, technical, dealing with facts and figures and percentages. Telling this girl that her mother would never function properly again was difficult, for it strayed into emotion. He sometimes thought of the irony of his position: being able to deal with the architecture of such a wondrous organ, but being unable to do justice to the emotions that were attributed to it – love and compassion and understanding.

He tried to choose his words carefully. “Your mother – Kath, isn’t it? – well, as I’ve explained, she’s suffered a myocardial infarcation… a heart attack. There is significant damage to the venticular chamber of her heart… there will be scarring and permanent loss of function.” He could see that his words had not answered the girl’s question, and he tried again. “It’s difficult to be certain what the prognosis might be, but if she survives I think she must be prepared for quite a different lifestyle.” His eyes glittered through the little glasses and he nodded as if satisfied by his explanation. “Yes, quite different. Now, I must go and see my other patients.” He turned away and stroke briskly down the wide corridor with its blue painted doors and the bright florescent lights.

A nearby nurse heard the exchange and saw the look of helplessness on Jen’s face as she stared after the physician. She came over and took her hand. “Look love,” she said. “I’m not supposed to say anything but I’ve seen a lot of these. I’m off shift in a few minutes… do you want to have a coffee and I’ll tell you what I think.”

The coffee was awful but the canteen was warm and the press of people there was somehow better than the deserted corridors of the wards. Jen wrapped her hands around the cup as she listened to what the nurse was saying.

“It was a bad one… I saw the xrays and the scans…. as bad as I’ve ever seen. I’m sorry.” She touched Jen’s sleeve to deliver a little comfort. “That’s not to say she won’t make it though.”

“So when will we know?”

The nurse shrugged a little. “A few days. It’s good that she got through the surgery, though. I’d say 48 hours, perhaps, and then another week or two in intensive care.”

“Will she be normal?”

The woman regarded her. She knew she shouldn’t be venturing such opinions but she had seen so many people worried because they didn’t know what was happening. It was better to be told, even if it was only her view. “Look, I’m not a cardiologist, or a neurosurgeon, so don’t be holding me to any of this – but I heard them say that there is no apparent damage to the brain from lack of oxygen. It’s all about her heart.” She regarded Jen with sympathetic eyes. “If she pulls through it will be physical changes… you know, perhaps she will need to get about in a wheelchair with an oxygen mask; taking it really easy. She won’t be able to do anything physical, I’m afraid.” She paused to sip at her coffee and tried to be positive. “But the body can do things to repair itself – given time. She might improve, or perhaps even get a transplant if the chance comes.”

Jen nodded. “Did she say anything?”

The woman shook her head. She was attractive in a sort of common way, with dyed blonde hair and a direct gaze. “Not a word. What happened?”

“She collapsed in the kitchen.”

“I see.” She glanced at her watch. “Look, I have to go.” She looked at Jen inquiringly. “Are you by yourself?”

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“Do you have somewhere to stay? I – um, well, you could stay with me if you wanted. It’s only a little place but it’s nearby and I’m on my own… a bedsitter, really.” Her eyes were on Jen’s face and her expression made it clear what the invitation involved.

Jen shook her head. “No, no, thanks.” She smiled and touched the woman’s hand. “Really, that’s very kind of you, but I’m not – I mean, I really don’t need anything.”

The nurse nodded. “I understand.” She stood up and pulled her coat over her shoulders. “Well – good luck. With your Mum I mean.”

Jen watched her as she walked away. She wondered if everyone was on the take, searching for gratification without regard for others, and it reminded her of her mother who was at death’s door because of what she had done. The burden of guilt suddenly seemed overwhelming and for the first time since it had happened she held her head in her hands and wept.