TABOO TALES(erotica)

My parents are not stinking rich, but we have enough to get by. This includes a week at a seaside resort every year, usually the same one. This suits the family as we can all pursue our individual interests – especially my parents who like to go to the nearest big town and do cultural stuff which they can’t do out in the country where we normally live.

For the last few years since we have managed to get a three bedroom chalet at the local tourist park. Mum and Dad have the double room and my twin sister Chelsea and I each get a single. My elder brother William isn’t with us any more, so there’s just the four of us. We pretty much spend the week doing our own thing – for me, usually scuba diving or surfing during the day, and hanging out in town in the evening in the hope of getting laid. I have to say that my success rate is patchy, though. Some guys have the gift and others don’t.

Chelsea usually spends her time lying on the beach or shopping. She doesn’t seem to have much interest in guys, which is surprising, as she has a knockout figure. She’s OK in the looks department too, thankfully taking after Mum. She’s a natural blonde… sort of dark honey coloured hair that is cut like Cleopatra used to wear hers – you know, a fringe across her brow and hanging straight down either side of her face, just curling inwards a bit at the nape of her neck. She’s got grey eyes that you could lose yourself in, and a pair of lips that look like they were made for everything that gives a guy pleasure. When she’s in a good mood, which is most of the time, she’s a really fun person to be around. When she’s not, watch out! She’s got a sharp mind and a sharp mouth and can cut you to pieces before you’ve even figured out that she’s pissed off. She’s quite a private person, though, happy to spend an evening reading a book rather than go out on the town. She’s a thinker, too – sometimes she’ll just sit for hours lost in thought, which suits her job as a teacher.

My parents are in their late 50’s and pretty liberal, despite being academics at heart. They pretty much leave us alone provided that we let them know where we are going and what time to expect us back. Most of the holidays they are away, looking at museums and doing theatre shows two hours up the road.

Anyway, this year the routine had to change. Because of work commitments we had to go a month earlier than usual, and our usual beach chalet was out for maintenance. We had to settle for a two-bedroom model, which meant that Mum and Dad were OK, but Chelsea and I had to share a room and it was pretty cramped. It had a double bed that looked more like a one-and-a-half bed to me, and a single fold-up pushed against one wall.

“Not much space.” I observed as we walked into the room. That was the understatement of the year. The remaining floor area was rather less than the two beds that occupied it.

“Not much privacy, either” Chelsea looked at me. “I guess we might see a bit more of each other than we do at home.” She flung herself on the bigger bed and bounced on the mattress. “Still, the bed’s OK.”

I took my mind off the sight of her breasts bouncing inside her blouse. “Not so fast. What makes you think that you’re getting the bigger bed?”

“I’m a girl. I get first choice.”

I lay on the single bed and twisted my head around so that I could see her. “There’s a little problem here, Chelsea.” I wiggled my feet that were sticking out a good 6 inches past the end of the bed. “This bed would fit you – but it sure as hell doesn’t work for me.”

“That’s your problem for being so tall.” She laughed. “How about we cut off your head? That way you’d fit without any problem and lose ten pounds of ugly fat.”

“Very funny.” I paused, waiting for her to volunteer to switch beds but she was quiet. “Well, how about it?”NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

She looked at my feet hanging off the bed. “What’s in it for me?”

“I’ll be nice to you for the whole week.”

“Not enough. How about three IOUs?” These were credits that could be cashed in for jobs or good turns. If I agreed she could ask me to do stuff for her that I wouldn’t otherwise do, like her turn at the washing up, or a drive into town late at night.

“OK. Nothing unreasonable, though.”

We swapped over and she lay down on the little bed. “Actually, it’s not too bad. Mattress is a bit thin, but I’ll manage.” She smiled at me. “You got suckered in. I would have given it to you for nothing.”

“And I might renege on my IOUs.” I looked at her, lying on the bed only three or four feet away, and I wondered how we would cope with being that close for the next seven nights. “Come on, let’s go and see if anything’s changed around here since last year.”

*****

We soon found that quite a lot had changed because we were a month ahead of the holiday season. Lots of places were still closed, and the town was half empty. We had a couple of drinks in the local bar and headed back to the chalet. By the time we arrived a chill wind had set in and there was a smell of rain in the air.

That night I turned in a little earlier than Chelsea and was in bed by the time she entered the room. She turned off the light but there was sufficient illumination from a nearby street light for me to see her clearly. She leaned over the bed and peered into my face to see if I had my eyes open. “Are you awake?”

“No.”

“I thought so. I’m going to change into my nightie. No peeping!”

“Right.”

I’d never thought of my sister sexually, but I had often thought that she had a great body and I enjoyed looking at it. I pretended to shut my eyes but I watched her as she unbuttoned her top and shucked off her jeans. She stood beside her bed wearing only a bra and a skimpy pair of knickers. I watched her moving, bending over to put her clothes on the bedside chair, then brushing out her hair, her movements graceful. At length she put down the brush and then looked over at my bed to see if I was looking; then, satisfied that I was not, she pulled her nightie over her head and then slipped off her underclothes from underneath it. She padded over to the window, opening it a little, and for a moment the material of her nightgown was translucent and I could see the juncture of her thighs and the swell of her mound silhouetted against the frame of light entering the room.

She slipped back to her bed and I heard the creak of her bedsprings, and her sigh of pleasure as she relaxed. After a moment she spoke.

“Ben?”

“Yes?”

“Thanks for tonight.”

“It was pretty quiet, but you’re welcome.”

“It’s funny sharing a room with you again…. it takes me back to when I was little.”

“Yeah. That was a long time ago.”

“I used to be frightened of the dark. I liked having you there.”

“I know. You’re not frightened by it now, are you?”

“Not really.” She was silent for a while, and then she added, shyly, “but I still like having you here.”

“I like it too, Chelsea. Goodnight.”

“‘Night”

I thought about what I had said, and I realised that it was true – I did like having her nearby. I imagined her in that little bed just a few feet away, squished in, warm and cosy. I thought about what I had seen as she undressed for bed, how trim she was; the swell of her breasts, and the white of her panties against her smooth dark skin. I looked across the room and I could see them lying on the floor, a pale blur against the dark carpet. I imagined they would still be warm from her body and fragrant with the smell of her skin. It was a disquieting thought, and it lingered in my brain as I dropped off to sleep.

I woke suddenly in the night. It was pitch black, and the wind had risen. It was whistling around the little cottage, rattling the shutters, and the window above me had come off the latch. I slipped out of bed and secured the window, glancing outside, but there was nothing to see. I moved across the room to check on Chelsea but there was no sound from her bed and she was covered over. As I turned away my feet touched a scrap of material on the floor and I remembered what it was.

I picked them up and took them back to my bed, and secure in the darkness I pressed the scrap of lacy fabric to my face. There was a fragrance, faint but unmistakable, of her perfume, of the body talc that I’d seen in the bathroom, and of….. her pussy. The aroma of a woman, rich and aromatic. I breathed it in, feeling like a thief, imagining what was inside her panties when she was wearing them – the swell of her buttocks, her tight slit; the soft, golden hair, the moist lips. I had seen how petite her body was, and I could imagine how tight she would be. I reached down and began to stroke myself, thinking of how she would feel.

And then with a start of guilt I realised what I was doing. She was my sister for God’s sake! I thrust her panties under my pillow and took my hand away from my cock, forcing myself to think of other things, listening to the wind, planning what tomorrow would bring. At length I drifted off to sleep again, but it was disturbed by dreams of how she had looked and the unforgettable scent of her body.

The sound of the rain on the metal roof woke me for the second time, a relentless, drumming roar that filled the room. I realised that the temperature had dropped, and there was a damp chill to the air. A flash of lightening suddenly illuminated the room, throwing everything into stark relief for an instant. It was followed almost immediately by a crash of thunder, like the tearing of a huge calico sheet in the air above us, awesome in its power. I could actually feel its intensity, my body vibrating in sympathy, diaphragm contracting, driving the air from my lungs. I lay in bed, gasping, my senses dulled by its volume – and suddenly Chelsea was with me. She flung back the bedclothes and wrapped herself around me, trembling with fear, clasping me tight, her face pressed into the hollow of my shoulder. I reached over and pulled the covers back over us, and I stroked her hair.

“It’s alright, Chelsea. It’s only a thunderstorm. We’re safe. We’re OK.”

Her arms were around me, pulling me into her in desperation. She was trembling with fear, whimpering with each crash of thunder. I stroked her head and the nape of her neck, whispering quietly as the storm raged over us, until the interval between the lightening and the thunder drew out, and its violence subsided.

She gradually relaxed and warmth returned to her body. At length she spoke, her voice muffled. “Were you awake, Ben?”

“Yeah. The storm woke me up just before you joined me.”

“Sorry about that. I didn’t know what the hell it was. I thought the house was blowing up. Jesus, I was scared!”

“It was pretty loud.”

She was quiet, listening to the storm as it moved away. “Will it come back, do you think?”

“Maybe.”

” Could I stay here a while?”

“Of course. Roll over.”