TABOO TALES(erotica)

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“Next weekend – no, that’s Mum’s birthday. The weekend after.”

“Promise?”

She nuzzled against me. “I promise. I’ll make the booking. You need to find an excuse to be out of town and I’ll find one too. We’ll take your car – it’s better than mine.” She giggled. “It’s much smaller, but we won’t be taking much.”

“Just us and some energy pills.”

“That’s right.”

“Can you leave right after work?”

I felt her head move, nodding. I reached up and brushed my hand over her hair, the strands glossy under my fingers. “We’ll come back late on Sunday.”

“Two nights and two days together!”

“That’s a lot of screwing.”

She sighed. “Is that all guys think about?”

“It’s what I’m thinking about now.”

She reached down, her hand sliding over my belly heading south. “You’ve got no clothes on!”

“I wondered if you’d notice.”

Her exploring fingers found my cock. “So what’s this?”

“Your lifelong friend.”

She grasped it, her fingers gripping the shaft, and she gently rubbed her thumb over the head, smearing my moisture over the glans. “He’s happy to see me, I think.

“He’d be happier to feel you.”

I could feel her shake her head. “I can’t Ben – they’re just down the hall. We’d wake them.”

“We can be really quiet.”

“No. I couldn’t concentrate – I want it to be fun, not sneaky.”

“Sneaky is really good fun, sometimes. Didn’t you ever fuck where you could be caught?”

“Have you?”

“Oh, yes. I shagged Linda Barlow in the office storeroom once”.

She giggled. “That sounds like a story for another night.” She gave my cock a final squeeze and let go. “I’m going now, Ben. We have a date in a couple of weeks – and just because it looks like I’m ignoring you between now and then doesn’t mean that I really am.”

“Won’t you stay?”

“You know I can’t.” She stood up and pulled the covers back over me, then leaned down and kissed me, her lips soft and wet. “Sleep well.” I heard the whisper of her nightie swishing as she left the room, and the click of the latch as the door closed behind her, and I settled down in my bed happier than I had been for weeks.

*****

To say that I couldn’t wait for Friday week to come around would be an understatement. Each day passed with agonizing slowness. The hours at work were interminable – but they were nothing on the time spent at home in the evening, when we would pretend that we were just a brother and sister.

The nights were the worst, when I lay in bed remembering what she had felt like. My brain was filled with images of us making love; me sinking into her, penetrating deep inside her slim body and her back arching to accept me, mouth open in an “O” of pleasure. I recollected how she had looked beneath me – her legs open and her knees slightly bent to better take me in. I remembered the swell of her breasts, creamy white, her nipples hot and swollen, and how her hair spread over the pillow, a cascade of gold. Most of all I remembered her eyes, shining up at me as we made love.

Alone in the darkness I was filled with the agony of yearning, the pain so real it was like a vice around my chest. My hand would steal downwards to grip my cock, imagining it was inside her… moving it slowly to prolong the pleasure, trying to replicate the clutch of her pussy… stroking, stroking – and then, alone in the still hours of the night, I would spurt hot jets of seed over my belly, calling out her name into the cold and silent room before fading into a troubled sleep.

At last the Friday came around and I watched her leaving for work carrying a small holdall, kissing Mum goodbye and explaining how she had a girls’ weekend planned in the city. I waited a few minutes until I heard her drive away, and then I turned to Mum.

“I’m off too, Mum. I’ll see you Sunday night.”

She lifted her face up for a kiss. “Tell me again where you are going?”

“I have a workshop for the advertising project that we are tendering for.”

“Is it in the city as well?” She reached up to brush some fluff off my jacket.

“No, Mum. It’s at a hotel in Maryville. You can get me on the mobile.”

She looked up at me. “You know I love you, don’t you?”

I looked at her in surprise. “Of course.”

“Then be careful what you do.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but she was regarding me with such a strange expression that the words dried on my lips. It was as if she was looking right into me, stripping away the fabric of my life until only The Lie remained, pulsating like a malignant stain on the surface of my soul.

I knew that nothing we had done or said could possibly have given us away – but I stood like a deer in the searchlight of her eyes, and there was nothing I could say. I turned away and walked from the room to live the lie that my mother suspected: to rendezvous with my sister and to fornicate with her as many times as I could.

*****

I collected Chelsea after work, waiting in the car park for her, my heart beating fast with anticipation. She came out of the door wearing jeans and a cut-away top, long-legged and smiling, tanned and beautiful. She climbed into the seat and leaned over to give me a chaste kiss on the cheek.

“That’s for anyone who’s watching,” she said. “I’m saving the real ones for later.”

I waited until she was strapped in and gunned the engine, scooting out of the gates with a squeal of tyres and the exhilarating rush of acceleration, heading westwards towards the little hotel she had booked. The top was down and the slipstream caught her hair, whipping it around her face in a golden cloud and she laughed with the joy of it.

“How long ’till we get there?”

I consulted the GPS. “Ninety minutes exactly.”

“Any problems?”

“Not really.” I contemplated for a moment whether I should tell her and then decided I should. “Mum said a strange thing to me this morning, though. She said ‘be careful what you do’.”

Chelsea looked at me quizzically. “I don’t see the point.”

“She didn’t say ‘be careful’, or ‘drive carefully’….. she said ‘be careful what you do’. It just struck me as odd – as if she knew that I was going to do something that was bad.”

“Do you think she knows?”

I shrugged. “How could she?”

“Then there’s probably nothing to worry about.” She reached over and took my hand. “Nothing is going to spoil this weekend, Ben. It will be perfect.”

“You are perfect.”

She laughed. “Is that what you want – a perfect little goody two-shoes?”

“Since you mention it, not really.”

“So what would you like?” Her eyes twinkled mischievously.

“A bad girl.”

“How bad?”

I looked at her. “A really, really bad girl.”

She leaned over and put her hand on my knee, running her fingers back along my thigh, over the crutch of my jeans, stopping there, pressing lightly with the tips of her fingers. “I can be bad,” she said sweetly, “… but I’m your sister.”

I picked up on the cue. “That’s exactly what I want – a bad, bad sister.”

“And what are you going to do to your bad sister?”

“Uh – let me think about it. Um… I know – I’ll fuck her!”

“Oh my, that sounds interesting. What with?”

“I’ll find something.”

She laughed. “I think I’ve already found it.” She pressed her hand over my crutch, feeling the heat from my rising cock.

I looked at her. “Do you want to pull in somewhere?”

“Not really, I’d rather get there sooner.”

“Then you’ll have to stop what you’re doing.”

She took her hand away and laughed again. “Why, Mr Rogers, I thought you were enjoying that.”

“I was, until my prick got bent double.” I adjusted myself, wriggling in the seat and trying to release the logjam. “Ah, that’s better… now, feel free!”

She took my hand instead. “Best not, Ben…. I don’t want to waste what you’ve got.” She paused for a moment. “Are we nearly there yet?”

I looked at the GPS again. “Eighty seven minutes.”

“It’s funny how time goes so slowly when you really want something.”

“Tell me about it.” I smiled ruefully. “When you told me then days ago that we could go away on a weekend I figured the time would pass quickly. It seems about a month ago.”

“For me too.”

I glanced at her. “Can I ask you something?”

She nodded.

“Do you think of me, you know, at night… before you go to sleep?”