TABOO TALES(erotica)

Then I told her about the date I had with Tanya and the fight at the bar. She sat down on the bed and listened in surprise as I told her the whole story of the fight, including the things I’d left out of what I told my parents. She was shocked and concerned but also proud of me for holding my own. She asked a lot of questions and we laughed together about the silly parts.

After a while I left her room to let her continue to unpack and grabbed some dinner. My parents came home and I ended up watching a movie with my dad, hearing Sara and my mom talking about her trip in the kitchen. A couple of hours later my parents had gone to bed and it was just Sara and I in the den watching TV. We talked quietly for a little while and Sara soon asked how things were going with Tanya.

Feeling a little unsure, I began to tell her about going to her apartment after the fight, how she’d given me frozen vegetables for the welt on my face. I mentioned the scratches on Tanya’s neck and back and started to gloss over what happened next but Sara caught me.

“Wait, so did she take off her shirt?” she asked.

“Well, um, yeah… and so, um…” I stammered.

“Oh my gosh! So what happened then?” Sara asked, excitedly.

Realizing that she didn’t seem to be jealous at all, I spilled the whole story. She sat, spellbound, asking for more detail here and there. When I was finished, she grinned and held up her hand, saying, “Great job big bro!” and gave me a high-five.

“I have to admit, I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about it.” I said after a moment.

She smiled, kindly. “Well yeah, I’m jealous. But I’m happy for you too, you know? And besides, I may have met a guy on my trip.” She grinned.

“Really? Do tell!” I said, swallowing down a little bit of sibling protectiveness.

So she told me all about him. His name was Kevin and he was on vacation too, happened to live a few counties away. They’d gone for a lot of walks and ate out a few times. They’d exchanged cell numbers before she left, and she was quite giddy as she told me how he kissed her, a little nervously, when he said goodbye.

“Kinda weird, isn’t it? To like other people when we’re so close.” She said.

“Yeah, it is.” I thought for a moment. “I don’t know, it doesn’t have to be too weird. I mean, we got close mainly so you could help me get rid of a lot of tension, you know? And it’s not like that’s going to go away.”

She bit her lip mischievously and said, “That’s for sure. He is cute!” She grinned and laughed at herself. “And for what it’s worth, I love being so close to you.”

“Me too, little sis.” I said and smiled.

After a moment, Sara asked, “So what did Tanya’s boobs feel like, compared to mine?”

She grinned at my discomfort but I answered. “Well, I guess they’re a little bigger, and she’s really sensitive. You get sensitive but I think she’s even more so. And her, um, nipples are a little bigger too.”

I looked at her. She smiled at me in the dim lamplight.

“Can I make a weird suggestion?” I asked. She just nodded. “Do you want to, um… it may be weird, but do you want to pretend like we’re each other’s crushes?”

She grinned nervously. “You mean, I pretend you’re Kevin if I let you pretend I’m Tanya?”

“Yeah! That sounds awesome!” She said, sitting up.

“Are you sure? It won’t weird you out with whatever I want to do with her?” I asked, a bit nervous as well.

She nodded. After a moment of awkward silence, I took the initiative and walked up to her and tenderly embraced her. Sara sighed as I bent in and began to neck with her. She began to whisper Kevin’s name as I caressed her sides and held her close.

She got me to pull my shirt off and rubbed her hands across my chest as I kissed her neck. Then I got her to take her shirt off and unfastened her bra.

I knelt on the couch and kissed her breast as I ran my hand along her inner thigh. She moaned Kevin’s name in my ear and I slid my hand between her legs. She eagerly spread her knees and I firmly but gently slid my fingers across her sensitive folds of skin. After a few minutes, I inserted a finger into her body and imagined that it wasn’t Sara’s gasping face I looked at, but Tanya’s green eyes and pouty lips.

She suddenly took initiative and reached over to start unbuckling my pants. I removed my hands from her and helped open my jeans and pull them and my boxers down to fully bare myself. She reached down and wrapped her warm fingers around my dick and began to stroke it gently. I slipped one hand behind her back and placed my other back between her legs, my fingers slipping easily between her lips. She put her free hand on my thigh and leaned in to put her head on my shoulder and gasp in pleasure as we stimulated each other.

I imagined Tanya’s hand on my dick, pumping, squeezing, touching my balls, massaging the head. It drove me mad with desire and before I even thought about it I had pushed Sara onto her back and knelt down between her legs, greedily sliding my tongue through her wetness. She gasped and writhed and moaned, reaching down to rub her hands on my head, moaning Kevin’s name over and over as my tongue dipped into her folds and tasted her essence.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

I flipped her over onto her stomach and with Tanya’s beautiful ass in my mind’s eye, I drove my straining cock right between those soft lips and deep into my sister’s body. I pressed her hard into the cushions with each thrust, stabbing my penis over and over into my sister’s vagina. I groaned Tanya’s name hungrily as I slid myself in and out.

Sara eagerly raised her hips with each thrust, begging me to go deeper into her body. Her vagina was already slick with her body’s excitement and grew more so as I called Tanya’s name again. Sara gasped loudly, moaning Kevin’s name. The sound of my waist slapping against Sara’s butt was the only thing to be heard for several moments until Sara began to beg me to get on my back. I pulled myself out of my sister and when she’d moved, laid down on the couch, my penis wet and straining. She got on her hands and knees and straddled my stomach with her back to me, facing my feet. She got her feet under her and crouched over my dick, reaching down to grab it and point it up towards her. Sara then sat down, impaling herself willingly on my erection, sliding down it until I was buried straight up in her body with her butt on my groin.

She reached one hand back onto my stomach for balance, raised herself up and impaled herself again, and then over and over until her back shone with sweat and both of us loudly whispered our imaginary lover’s names. I watched her round, firm butt cheeks raise and lower before me, seeing my sister stab herself on me. I tried to imagine it was Tanya’s body on mine but my imagination was faltering and seeing Sara riding on top of me caused my heart to catch in my throat.

There were a few moments of quiet groans and grunts until I heard Sara quietly say my name instead of Kevin’s. I closed my eyes, feeling her hot body descending on my erection again and allowed Sara’s name to come out of my lips, barely a whisper. We were silent once again for a few moments but again I heard Sara say my name, this time louder and more plainly. I reached my hands out and put them on her hips and helped pull her down onto my erection. She moaned my name again as she slowly slid her body down onto mine again.

“Oh god, oh… oh Sara… Sara!” I moaned.

And suddenly we were no longer in our fantasies but in another, a shared fantasy. Brother and sister having sex together once again. Sara plunging herself onto her brother’s body, me giving my little sister what she wanted.

Sara quickly pulled herself off and struggled to turn herself around. She straddled me again, this time facing me, and we wasted no time sliding my penis back inside her. I sat up and she wrapped her legs around my butt, pressing our crotches together. With her breasts level with my face, I hungrily kissed and suckled on her as she groaned and pressed her chest forward. I held onto her butt and lifted her and set her down over and over, helping to slide her up and down my shaft. She gasped and I felt more fluids pulse out of her around my erection. She wrapped her arms around my head and pulled my face tight against her slick chest and she struggled to ride me as hard as she could.

Surprisingly, in all of this I had not yet felt the urge to ejaculate but I felt it rising now. When she had calmed somewhat, I told her I was close. She leaned in, her damp hair surrounding me, her hot breath in my face, and kissed me. Then she made me lay back down again and lifted herself off of my dick.

Sara eased back, watching my face to make sure I was okay. She straddled me a little further down than before so that when she sat, she was mostly on my balls and the first inch of my shaft. She grinned at me and reached down, wrapping her fingers around my glistening penis and began stroking. She began to grind herself on the bottom of my shaft as she stroked me.

I chuckled and she looked at me quizzically. Whispering, I said, “It almost looks like you have a dick!”

She looked down and back up at me with a grin. She pointed my dick up a little more and scooted forward a tiny bit and started stroking me again. We both looked down, and then up at each other with grins it really did look like she had a penis! She giggled, then threw her hair back and began acting like she really was jerking herself off. She gasped and moaned dramatically, thrusting her hips in time with each stroke of her hand. I couldn’t stand seeing my sister in such a display for long and with a loud grunt, I began to shoot out my cum. Sara moaned, thrusting forward with every string of cum she worked out of me, milking my dick and pretending to squirt out each shot.

She suddenly got up and knelt between my legs, her face close to my dick as she stroked the rest of the cum from my body and just grinned up at me. Then, as an added shock, she teasingly said, “Oh, Kevin!” and dipped her face forward to press her lips against my ball sack as she stroked my wavering dick. I groaned loudly as I felt her tongue play across the undersides of my balls and she moaned happily.