TABOO TALES(erotica)

My sister’s regular attention to my physical needs was really improving my overall mood – the depression I was in prior to that Thursday night had lifted now that we had talked about things a little more and I knew Sara didn’t feel manipulated or taken advantage of. However my desire still ran pretty high. Tanya was still a huge turn-on at school and it was hard not to come home and immediately want to masturbate thinking about her full breasts and the way she smiled after a joke. It hadn’t helped that she was wearing such awesome jeans on Tuesday, or the low-collar black top she wore the next day. I was just doing my best to try not to obsess over her and instead enjoy working closely with her on our projects and be happy with that, so that I wouldn’t let my thoughts about her influence my thoughts about Sara. I really respected my sister and wanted to be as true to her as possible.

Which wasn’t easy. But I was trying.

As a result the last week overall with Sara had been really nice. Despite everything else going on in our lives, we were making an effort to spend more time together, enjoying each other’s company. We had even spontaneously gone to see a movie together, something we hadn’t done in a couple of years. It was just nice to have someone at home who you knew cared for you. Not that we didn’t before, but we were becoming more affectionate with one another. We were a lot closer now – and not just physically.

So when another Friday evening came, though I really wanted to ask her to be with me so I could masturbate, instead I opted to just enjoy watching one of her favorite movies with her. And when it had finished and she had fallen asleep I helped her to her room to put her to bed. She hadn’t minded me being in the room while she slipped into her pajamas, though she made me look away for a moment. And I tucked her in, and kissed her on the forehead before leaving.

However when Saturday evening came, I was really ready for some help. As soon as our parents had gone to bed, I asked if she would mind. We were watching TV in the den again, but nothing interesting. We were mainly there to enjoy being on the couch together.

She happily agreed and we shut off the TV.

“So what are you in the mood for tonight?” She asked, grinning.

“You always ask me that and it feels weird to give you suggestions.” I said.

“I’m never sure what to start with!” She giggled. “Give me some idea, would you?”

“Well, you could just take everything off… that’d be nice.” I said and grinned.

She raised an eyebrow and laughed. “I’ll bet you’d like that.” She waited a beat and then added, “And you’re not the only one.”

I paused. That wasn’t the response I was expecting. “Really? I was kidding.” I told her.

“Well yeah! I figured!” She teased. “I’m just saying, the way you look at me… I’d love to see your face if I did that.”

Wow. This was a cool conversation.

“Um… well, there you go. I gave you a great idea.” I joked.

She smiled. Then she thought for a moment. “I’ll tell you what. If you really want… I’ll show you something tonight but you have to be in my room.”

To say I was enthusiastic in agreeing would be a huge understatement.

She grinned and got up from the couch. I followed her into her room and waited for her to put a few things away to make room. She gestured for me to sit on her bed and stood there to watch me undress, grinning. Feeling really awkward (as seemed to be normal now) I took off my clothes and sat in front of her on her bed, in just my boxers.

Sara reached up and adjusted her long hair and gave me a really enticing look. She reached up and slipped one strap of her tank top off her shoulder. Then she slipped down the other. My dick started to stiffen and I squirmed, trying to give it room.

“So… are you interested?” She asked, demurely. She playfully batted her eyes at me.

In response I nodded my head and held my breath.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

She smiled, quietly, and with all the grace a woman has, she began to slowly pull down the front of her tank top. She didn’t have a bra on underneath, so more and more of her soft flesh was revealed to my eyes. Her shoulders were now bare, as was the top of her chest, down an inch of two below the start of the slow rise of her breasts. Her shirt drifted further down and the soft crevice between her breasts grew deeper and more distinct. Her flesh looked so smooth.

The edge of her tank top now got tighter as it was reaching the crest of her bust, and I could see her skin tug a little against the pressure from the fabric. She had uncovered more than the top half of her breasts and was probably only an inch or so from her nipples.

There, Sara paused, and looked up at me. I realized that I had started stroking my dick over my boxers, though I didn’t even remember doing it. I looked up at her and sighed, smiling. “Wow.” I said.

She raised an eyebrow, mischievously and with a little tug her shirt slipped down to her stomach.

I wasn’t even breathing, I would later realize. And my heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my head.

There, right in front of me, not five feet away, my sister stood with her shirt dropped down. Her breasts hung there like large teardrops, swaying ever so gently. Her pert, little nipples were the color of new rosebuds and seemed to point to me. My sister was… flawless. Her breasts were just stunning and though I was looking at her I couldn’t believe my eyes. Sara was just smiling at me, her full breasts naked before me. This was the most incredible thing my sister had ever done for me.

I was already pumping my dick pretty hard as she asked; “Well?” with a little pleased grin. She already knew what I thought. I just shook my head, unable to put anything intelligent into words.

I pumped my dick through my boxers as I stared at my sister’s soft nipples. She smiled and put her hands together over her head, reaching up toward the ceiling and arching her back in a big, pretend stretch. She pushed her chest out and let out a satisfied sigh for my benefit. I was barely holding on now, every stroke I made on my dick felt like it would be the last. She finished her stretch and slid her hands up her stomach and wrapped them around her breasts to cup them loosely. I could feel my orgasm building and started thrusting my cock in my hand.

I jerked my dick hard and as my orgasm came the tip of my penis poked out through the front flap of my boxers and my first shot of semen squirted out onto the floor in plain view. I heard Sara say, “Oh!” and realized what was happening. My mind foggy, I tried to get my dick back in but was less than successful and ended up releasing more cum that landed right on my boxers and hand until I got it back in and finished depositing my load in my boxers.

“Nice show!” she said.

I was gasping for air and would have blushed if I wasn’t already. Sara didn’t even bother to cover her breasts yet. She just stood there smiling at me happily. I tried not to stare but she seemed to be enjoying it.

“So how does it feel to be the first guy to get to see me topless?” She asked.

“Wow. Um, awesome.” I replied.

“My tissues are over there.” She said, pointing to her desk.

I stood to go get a few but Sara walked right up to me so I stopped. She looked down at the wet spots on her carpet. I felt nervous having her so close to me.

“Sorry about the mess.” I said. She looked up and smiled, taking another step closer.

“It’s fine, silly, but after all this you owe me something.”

About a thousand ideas popped into my head but I simply said, “Hmm?”

Looking right in my eyes she asked, “Will you hug me?”

I easily agreed.

My sister, proudly topless, stepped up close and wrapped her arms around my neck. I felt her naked breasts touch my chest and press against me, felt the erotic intimacy as our nearly naked bodies embraced. My body felt flooded with warmth. She put her face against my neck and probably would have purred, the tender way she was holding me. I drifted my hands along her bare back, enjoying the feel of her skin.

Our embrace went past the normal time for a hug and we continued holding each other.

She sighed into my neck and I tilted my head closer against hers. Her hands were slowly feeling my back as I was sliding my hands over hers. She sighed again and I could feel her lips against my neck, and it felt a bit like a kiss. I nuzzled my head against hers to encourage her and felt her lips move again against my neck and felt her breath on my skin. I put my hands on the sides of her body, feeling her ribs, and slowly slid them up. When my thumbs met the sides of her breasts, I felt her nuzzle her face against my neck again and exhale, touching her parted lips to my neck again. I allowed my thumbs to slide inward, following the sides of her pert breasts toward my chest. She responded by relaxing her hold on me so her breasts weren’t held so tightly against me. I pulled my thumbs in further along the bulge of her breasts up to where her chest touched mine.

Sara pulled her stomach away and nuzzled her face deeper into my neck, loosely trailing her lips across the skin. This had further relaxed the pressure of her chest against mine allowing my thumbs to slide forward along her breasts until I knew I was almost touching her nipples. There was a moment’s pause and I’m not sure who moved first but she began to hungrily kiss my neck as my thumbs slid onto her nipples. After that, any measure of control we had gave way and I slid my hands right over her breasts and began to fondle them as she gasped and moaned, kissing my neck and feeling my head and neck with her hands.

This was pure joy for both of us as we held each other, touching, kissing and feeling. I started kissing her neck as I felt her pert breasts and gently tugged at her nipples. Sara kissed my neck and pushed her chest firmly against my hands. Our heads were soon cheek to cheek and the next thing either of us knew we began to touch our lips together, pretending not to kiss for a moment and just exhaling and lightly rubbing our lips together, but then it became an undeniable kiss and we took to it hungrily. She moved her hand from my head and put it on my waist, then started reaching in. I only kissed her harder and she moved her hand to the front of my wet boxers, reached down and grabbed my crotch. My dick had been flaccid through most of this and though a full erection wasn’t yet possible, it started to fill out more and became thicker as she fondled me.