TABOO TALES(erotica)

Sister chooses to help him break addiction. (Enjoy)..

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It was a late Friday night and I had just returned to my room after watching TV with my sister, Sara. I was pretty tired, but I had been looking forward to getting online to view some new porn and get myself off after a tough week at school. I was twenty and going to a two year school to get certified as an auto mechanic. With all the dirty jokes we guys threw around during class, I always came home with a bit of a buzz.

I sat down and started browsing to some of my favorite sites. I was already in my boxers and I was just about to pull my dick out when I heard a quick knock on my door and it began to open. I scrambled to try to hide what I was looking out, but not before my sister stepped into the room and gasped.

“Alex!” She said in shock.

“What are you doing coming in here?!”

“I wanted to give you your book back. Is that porn? I can’t believe you!” She said, quite upset.

Her cheeks were already flushed and her entire face seemed to be starting to heat up. I shut off my monitor and swung around angrily.

“It’s none of your business! Get out!” I scolded.

With a look on her face somewhere between shock and anger, she rushed out. I closed the door and paced the room, my heart beating strongly. I could feel myself sweating and shaking in embarrassment. My family was pretty conservative and no one knew I was into porn. A lot of thoughts kept running through my head about how it shouldn’t matter to them, how it was my business. But one thought that kept returning was how much Sara looked up to me and how much it hurt to see her so disappointed.

After taking time to cool down, I slipped out of my room to go talk to her. Our parents were already in bed upstairs, so I didn’t try to be too quiet. They were used to Sara and I being up late. I knocked on her door and after a moment, heard a quiet “Come in.”

I opened the door and found her sitting on her bed, legs and arms crossed, still looking very upset. She looked more sad than she was angry now as she looked up at me.

“Sara, I’m sorry.” I began. “Yeah, it was porn I was looking at.”

She swallowed and looked away. After a minute, she turned her head back and without looking at me, she asked, “Why are you into that stuff?”

I was silent. A moment later, she went on. “Do you know how much it hurts to see you into that stuff?”

“Why? I mean, lots of guys are into it.”

“Because of how it makes you look at girls.” She said, matter-of-factly. “It makes us look like animals. Like all we’re good for is our bodies. It’s sick.”

“Sara. Do you think that’s really what I think about women?”

She squirmed and grudgingly said no, finally looking at me.

I went and sat on her bed. “Can I be really frank?” She nodded. “The reason I do it is because I hate having wet dreams.” She tilted her head and looked a confused. “Seriously. I have to…” I paused, realizing how personal this was getting. “…I have to masturbate every four to five days or else I get those dreams.”

“So?” She said.

“Sara, it’s like peeing yourself in your sleep. It’s humiliating.”

She was quiet. I sighed. “I’m sorry. I sound like an idiot. I just hate it when that happens and watching that stuff just helps me take care of it myself.” I hung my head. “Please don’t think I look on all women like they’re what I see on the internet. I really, really don’t. I just don’t know any other way to keep that from happening.”

“Every four to five days?” Sara asked, turning her blue eyes up at me. “Isn’t that a bit more often than normal?” She asked, dubiously.

I shrugged, getting up from her bed. “I dunno. That’s how I seem to be wired. By five days, I can barely think about anything else. Sorry.”

I stepped out of her room and returned to my own. After that, I just went to bed, frustrated with myself.

The next several days passed by uneventfully. I was trying hard not to get on my computer in the evenings, trying to stay away from porn after how upset Sara had been. It grew harder every day, especially by the next Friday when my body just seemed determined to ruin the decision I had made. But I held on.

On Saturday evening, I went to the bathroom we shared downstairs and knocked since Sara was inside. She opened the door and I asked if I could wash my face and brush my teeth if she was nearly done. This was a very normal ritual for the both of us, and many fights when we were kids had allowed us to learn that the best way to deal with a shared bathroom is to simply be nice and make allowances for each other.

She opened the door to let me in. She was wrapped in a towel, having just finished her shower, and was brushing her damp hair. I started washing my face off, but found myself checking her out in the mirror. That was weird. I’d seen her like this hundreds of times before, but now the sight of her in her towel, with the top edges of her breasts visible just above the towel and a lot of her long legs showing really captivated me. To my utter dismay, I started to get an erection in my loose pajama pants. I tried to ignore it and turned a little from her and tried to focus on brushing my teeth. Then I noticed she wasn’t moving.

“Um…Alex…something going on?” I heard her ask.

I closed my eyes. “Sorry.” I mumbled around the toothbrush.

She resumed brushing her hair, but slower. When I cast a quick glance at her, she looked confused. I finished brushing my teeth and dried my face off. Fortunately the embarrassment had helped my erection to melt away.

“What’s…uh…going on?” She asked.

I had no idea what to say. I shrugged.

“You watch too much stuff this week?” She said, with a little attitude.

I gave her a look. She returned it. I sighed.

“Sara, in fact, I haven’t looked at a thing this week. Okay?”

She was obviously still confused, but looked very relieved.

“I…um…I’m just on…edge…I guess. And you look, you know…good.”

She furrowed her eyebrows and looked amused. She tried to hold it, but then laughed.

“Me? Are you serious?”

What was I going to say? I shrugged and nodded, allowing myself to smile too.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Really?” She asked again. She couldn’t believe it.

“Um, yes, okay? I’m sorry.”

She smiled bigger. “No, it’s, it’s okay! I’m sorry; I’m not making fun of you. I’m just surprised, that’s all.” She looked at me happily for a second. “I guess I’ll just take it as a compliment.”

I smiled. “Yeah, that would be about right.”

I left the bathroom and returned to my bedroom, mortified, but relieved she hadn’t been angry. I was still really turned on and it was getting so hard not to return to my computer. But I thought of Sara, and how much this meant to her, and how much she meant to me, and I stayed clean for one more night.

Sunday was relaxing, and Sara didn’t give any indication of being upset about last night. In fact, she had given me a few extra smiles. The day passed by and I was again in my room, reading before I went to bed, trying to think of anything other than sex. There was a knock on the door and Sara came in.

“Hey.” She said, quietly, but kindly. I sat up and she came over and sat on the bed with me. She sighed.

“Um, I’m sorry I reacted so angrily the other day. You know how much I hate that stuff.” She said. I nodded. “I…did some research online. I wasn’t sure I really understood what you were talking about. I didn’t realize that you guys are wired to…use it or lose it, I guess.” She looked at me and we both started to chuckle at the awkwardness of the subject.

“Use it or lose it. Yep, that’s about it.” I said, smiling.

She laughed. “See, girls can usually just ignore it. I mean, I’ve…” she paused and started to blush. “…masturbated a few times, but it’s only when I really, really need it.”

Without meaning to, I suddenly felt myself get a bit erect. Having my cute younger sister sit in my room in her PJ’s and tell me that was more than a little stimulating.

Our eyes met, and we both squirmed a little.