TABOO TALES(erotica)

She rolled over so that her back was to me, and I spooned against her, my arm over her body, reaching for and holding her hand. Her buttocks were pushed back, hard against me, my knees bent so that I followed the contours of her body. My face was lodged against the nape of her neck and I could smell her – the crisp essence of her hair, the fragrance of her perfume and the warm tang of her skin. My cock stirred and I pulled my hips back so that she would not feel me.

She mumbled in protest and pushed back, following me, her buttocks pushing against me lightly so that they rested against my erection. I felt her go still, but she didn’t say anything.

I was embarrassed, but it didn’t stop me being aroused by her warmth and the smell and feel of her body against me. She was so beautiful. I thought about how she had looked yesterday when I was with her, her blonde hair swishing around her face, skin shining with health and vitality and her mouth laughing, pink lips and white teeth, eyes crinkling as she looked up in to my face. I thought of the way she moved, long and lithe, and how she put her head on one side when she was thinking.

I remembered how the material of her nightie had pressed against her breasts, her nipples pushing outwards in sharp relief; and the smooth sweep of her legs, perfectly shaped, the skin gleaming softly in the moonlight. I re-lived that tantalizing moment last night when she had crossed the window and I could see the curve of her waist through the translucent fabric of her gown, and the delicious shadows at the juncture of her thighs. I felt my heart twist with the intensity of my feeling. She was amazing… perfect, and now she was in my bed, her body so hot against me, her lips and her breasts and her pussy only inches from my fingers. If she would let me I could touch any part of her simply by stretching out my arm. How could I not be aroused?

But I knew in my heart that I could never have her, and that she would be repelled if she even suspected what I was thinking. So I lay in bed as horny as a toad and held her to me, willing myself not to move. After a while I heard her soft, even breathing and not long after that I drifted off to sleep.

***

When I opened my eyes the sun was streaming in through the grimy little window and Chelsea was looking at me. I had rolled onto my side during the night and she was pressed against me, face to face, one arm on my waist and the warmth of her body close.

She saw that I was awake. “Morning.”

She was looking directly at me with a steady gaze, and her eyes were the colour of a lake just before sunrise. I smiled at her and brought my hand to her face, my fingers gently brushing aside the curtain of her hair where it had fallen forward a little over one eye. I moved my fingers downwards, tracking lightly across one cheek, tracing the lovely line of her mouth, the angle of her jaw and then down over the soft white skin of her neck to where the little whorls of golden hair began at the nape of her neck. After a moment I moved down, my fingers barely in contact with her skin, down to the hollow at the base of her neck; then further, to where the soft swell of her left breast started. She reached up and covered my hand and held me, my hand trapped between hers and the gossamer silk of her nightie. I could feel the heat of her, radiating outwards.

After a moment she lifted my hand away from her body but she kept hold of it, her fingers twining with mine. We were quiet for a time, each savouring this unexpected intimacy between us.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

After a while I spoke quietly. “You OK?”

“Yeah, I think so. ” She hesitated. “I’m sorry about last night. I must have startled you.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“I don’t normally jump into a guy’s bed that quickly.”

“Glad to hear it. I don’t mind, really.” I smiled at her. “Just out of interest, how long does it normally take you to jump into a guy’s bed?”

She laughed, her eyes crinkling up. “Depends on the incentive.”

“I guess you’ve had lots of guys, then.”

“Probably not as many has you have had girls.” She changed the subject. “I must say that your bed is more comfortable than mine. That mattress is like a sheet of cardboard.”

“I’d be happy to share mine with you.”

She looked at me in surprise. “Really? Aren’t you…. uncomfortable? Me being your sister, I mean.”

“No. I like having you here.”

“That’s a nice thing to say, Ben. It really wouldn’t be right for us to share a bed, though, would it?”

“Why not? It’s not like we’re doing anything – well, apart from holding hands that is.”

She released me as if she had been holding a hot skillet. “That’s my point… it might lead to something.” She looked at me, coyly. “I think that being together like this makes us forget who we are. It would be easy to forget.”

She was watching me with those cool grey eyes and I found myself flushing, thinking of my monumental hard-on pressed up against her in the night. I’d been hoping that she hadn’t noticed, but clearly she had.

“I’m sorry – it’s just that…”

“What?”. She was smiling now and I knew that she was teasing, but it didn’t help my confusion at having to explain to my sister why she had given me a raging hard-on.

“Well, you know… it’s just that -”

She stopped my words with gentle fingers against my lips. “There’s no need to say anything,” she said. “I know. And that’s why.”

I nodded, looking at her without saying anything.

“OK, then,” she said. “Since we can’t be in here together, you should get out and make me a cup of tea.”

And so I did.

*****

Up until then we’d always been content to go off and do our own thing, but our new found intimacy seemed to change things. That morning we went snorkeling together, marveling at the myriad of colours on the coral reef, delighting in the warm caress of the water and the warmth of the sun on our backs. She wore a little red bikini and her body was sleek as she dived down to the sandy bottom to fetch a shell or a bright piece of coral. She would bring it to me, her mouth laughing and her eyes shining with delight. She would put her hand on my shoulder or arm as we trod water, and we were both conscious of the contact; and then she would drop the little offering, watching it spiral down to the sea bed before she turned away to find something else.

Afterwards we lay on our towels in a secluded little cove just off the main beach, drying ourselves in the sun. She was on her back with her eyes closed against the glare, and I watched her surreptitiously from under my eyelashes, looking at the swell of her breasts under her bikini and the way her nipples pushed up against the fabric. Her skin was golden brown, dusted with sand and salt, and her stomach was flat, leading down to the brief triangle of her bikini bottoms that were stretched tight over her mound. I thought I could see a faint crease in the material where it revealed the contours of her body, and the material there was darker than its surrounds, suggesting that she was damp. I felt a tightness in my belly as I imagined her sex hidden under the fabric like an exotic flower, its petals opening in the warmth of the sun and a drop of nectar oozing from its rich pink centre. I wondered how she would taste, and whether she would be as tight as I imagined. My cock stirred, moving rapidly at the imagery.

She must have sensed my scrutiny.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“You were giving me the eye.”

“If you mean I was looking at you, then I plead guilty.” I let my eyes linger on her for a few moments longer, and I could feel my heart beating. I didn’t want this conversation to stop, but I was not sure what to say. I finally found some words, my voice a little breathless. “You are worth looking at, Chelsea.”

She rolled over and regarded me. “Really?”

I moved my hand quickly over my groin so that she wouldn’t see that I was hard, nodding whilst I tried to gather my thoughts. “R-really. That swimming costume is a knockout.”

She smiled. “So you’re a fashion guru now. It must be a really great design… its got you sort of…. excited again.”

“I… um. It wasn’t you. I just …. get like that sometimes.” I could not meet her gaze.

“Really? That’s twice you’ve got like that when I’m near you. I was getting the idea it was because of me. What a pity.” She was silent for a while and I was aware of her eyes on my face, waiting for me to say something, then she reached over and touched me gently on my arm. Her touch was electric. “Ben. I’m only teasing. It’s OK… I get like that too, sometimes.”

I couldn’t meet her gaze. “Really? I didn’t know that girls could.”

“You know what I mean.” She tugged at my arm gently. “If I caused it, I’m flattered. Don’t be embarrassed. Let me see.”