TABOO TALES(erotica)

She cried out in pain, trying to pull his arm away to relieve the pressure, but he was too strong. After a moment he relaxed his grip, and his voice was a sibilant whisper. “You’ve not forgotten our little chats, have you, Sis? Would you like me to remind you?” She could sense his eyes on her face, those strange yellow orbs that had the power to prise open the lid to her soul. “You and I have such a good understanding, Cielle… would you like me to start one with little Sarah as well?” He giggled softly. “Think of it, Cielle – she’s in her bed asleep. I could go there now, and I could do the same things to her that I do to you. Can you imagine that, Cielle – waking her up with my fingers in her body. She’s a virgin, you know. Can you imagine her naked, her legs stretched open, with me -”

“Please, Dirk, don’t.”

“- playing with her. She’d be so confused. I might fuck her pussy first…. God, she’d be so tight!! Can you imagine, Cielle, me stretching her open, all dry and tight, breaking her in? And then I’d turn her over and fuck her tight little ass -”

“Dirk, she doesn’t know anything-”

He laughed. “Oh, I know, I know, she’s on another planet!” His fingers moved upwards, touching her lips. “Her mind might be slow, Cielle, but her body’s all there, isn’t it? Have you seen her tits? I reckon she’s got all the equipment, and she’d root like a truck… grunting and moaning, her legs around me.” He laughed. “And it would be so easy… perhaps tomorrow – I could collect her from school, bring her home, tie her to the bed -”

Cielle thought of her sister asleep in her room down the corridor, her mind adrift in whatever ocean of time and space she occupied. She was so innocent, so trusting. She knew Dirk could do it, and she imagined Sarah tied to the bed, her eyes wild with pain and confusion as he rutted on top of her. She would never be able to cope with something like that – it would tear her fragile world to pieces. She felt her willpower shriveling, her instinct to protect her sister overcoming her own fear and revulsion.

“God, Dirk – please don’t… I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt Sarah. I’ll do whatever you want.”

He laughed again, his mouth touching the soft skin of her shoulder and his voice like wet slime. “Oh, I know you will, Cielle, starting right now.”

He rolled on top of her, pushing her legs open so that he was nestled between her thighs. His member felt enormous, the skin hot and stretched to bursting point. His foreskin was fully back and the knob was exquisitely sensitive, as big as he had ever felt it. He pushed his hips forward a little and felt the tip brush against her. She was rigid, her body as stiff as girder underneath him, but he reached down and pulled the leg of her knickers aside and then pushed forward again. He felt his glans pressing against the lips of her cunt, the pressure forcing them aside until there was nowhere else to go but forward, and he felt the heat of her body as slid into her. The walls of her vagina pressed against him, struggling to accommodate the thick wedge of his prick, and her heard her cry out.

He thrust into her, back and forth, his cock sliding in and his own juices starting to lubricate the union. He felt her shift her hips, her torso lifting slightly to ease the angle of penetration, and her arms gripped his waist to try and restrain the depth of his strokes.

Dirk leaned forward, his face brushing against her hair and his voice was hoarse with arousal. “Ah, yes, Sis. Move with me. Can you feel your brother’s cock inside you?”

He waited a moment but she didn’t respond and he spoke again, his voice mocking while he continued to pump into her. “Isn’t it good, Cielle? Feel how deep I am inside you! Tell me you love your brother’s cock…. tell me you love fucking him!”Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yes… yes. I love it.” Her voice was thin and unconvincing.

He laughed. “Liar! You hate it, don’t you? You can feel me deep inside your body, and you hate it!” He leaned forward again, his mouth close to her face and his voice changed, hard and jagged like broken glass. “But you will learn to love it, Cielle, like any other whore… one day you’ll beg me to fuck you, I promise!”

She shook her head and he laughed again, his loins thrusting savagely to plunge his cock deeper into her. She rode the storm of his lust, her hips starting to move with him despite herself, her pelvis thrusting up to meet him. She could feel the heat of his breath on her face and smell the hot musk of his excitement and she heard him speak again, his voice disjointed as he reached upwards for his climax.

“Jesus, Cielle…. ah, that’s tight! Ah, yes…. fuck, yes! Here it comes… so hot, Cielle, hot and thick into your tight little pussy!”

She felt his body go rigid, his back arching. A flood of warmth entered her body and she felt the jerking of his cock as he squirted his seed into her. His hips shuddered spasmodically and he groaned briefly before lying still on top of her, his sweat damp on her skin and his rough, unshaven cheek pressed against hers.

At length he pushed himself off and he lay quietly for a few moments before speaking. “You call that fucking? I’ve had better shags from the school mattress!” He leaned over her, his face close to hers. “If you can’t do better I’ll try Sarah next time.”

“I’m sorry, Dirk, I’m -”

“Frigid? Is that what you were going to say?” He laughed. “Perhaps you need more practice, little sister. I might come by more often!” He reached over and seized her nipple, pinching it between finger and thumb, laughing as she squirmed in pain. “And I might stimulate you a little more, you wooden bitch!” He released her and swung his legs out of bed. “Remember, not a word, Cielle, or -”

“I know, Dirk. I… I won’t say anything.”

“Too right.” He picked up his pants and moved to the doorway before turning back. “Oh, by the way, Sis, you’re on the pill, aren’t you?” He regarded her, watching the guilty slide of her eyes. “I thought so. You’ll stop that now, Cielle… I’d like to see you have a little bastard.” He considered her silence for a moment. “What, nothing to say? Wouldn’t you like a son and a nephew all in one?” He laughed at his eloquence. “Three months, Cielle. If you’re not pregnant by then I’ll fuck Sarah instead… she doesn’t know about that stuff, and she’ll have a wagonload of kids by me.” He turned again and opened the door.

“Dirk”

He stopped. “What?”

“Why are you doing this to me? I’ve never hurt you.”

He laughed again. “Don’t you know, little sister? Well, I’ll tell you!” He crossed the room in angry strides, leaning over the bed and seizing her by the throat, hooking his fingers into her flesh to lift her shoulders off the mattress. His voice was savage, dragged from the very depths of his soul, and his spittle flew into her face. “I hate her! I hate the fucking bitch! I hate everything she loves and I’ll take it bit by bit, until she has nothing left… and then I’ll destroy her!” He stared down at her for a few moments his eyes glinting in the faint light from the open door, and then he flung her back onto the pillow. She heard him panting and she cringed, waiting for a blow, but he stood back and his voice was more controlled. “And I’ll destroy that old bastard she’s going to marry and everything he loves, too!”

She saw his shadow move across the room and then he turned to her again, his voice calm. “And if you think this is bad, little sister, just wait a while. I’ll fuck you to death and laugh when she weeps over your grave.”

The door latch clicked shut behind him. Cielle lay back in her bed and her hand crept downward to her sex. Her brain was awash with conflicting emotions: fear, degradation, guilt and, although she hated it, gratification. Her vulva was swollen and she rested her fingers on it, cool on the hot flesh. She touched her clitoris and a wave of pleasure coursed through her body as she thought about what had just happened and how it would have looked: Dirk between her legs, his buttocks thrusting forward and back, and her slim white body underneath, moving with him. She felt her brother’s sperm leaking from her vagina, slippery against her fingertips, and she remembered how she had clutched his buttocks to pull him in deeper, raising her hips to receive his seed. Her fingers rubbed against her flesh and her brain was suffused with lust and humiliation, lifting her upwards towards ecstasy.

Afterwards Cielle lay in her bed and wept, the hot tears of guilt and shame sliding down her cheeks. She stared upwards into the silent darkness, hoping for a miracle to make everything good again, but she knew it could never happen. She buried her face into the pillow to hide her words, her lips moving silently. I’m so sorry, Sarah. I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault. I’ll try harder to make him happy, just you see. He’ll love me then and everything will be all right. You’ll be safe then.

December 2010

Melanie Phillips walked down the aisle of the great church towards the altar. She could see Jim, her future husband, his face turned towards her, and she could see the smiling faces of her friends as she passed them to either side. She passed Chelsea, her new daughter in law, sitting alone in the west Transept; and she looked to the right, searching for her own children – Dirk, his strange yellow eyes on her face, unsmiling and alone. Cielle was further forward, her eyes downcast, and next to her was Sarah, her soft gaze resting on the great stained glass windows above the altar and a small smile upon her lips.

She reached Jim and held his hand, and the notes of the wedding march died away. The great hall of the church was briefly filled with the rustle and clatter of the congregation as they sat, and then the words of the priest filled the Nave as he joined them in marriage… you have pledged your faith each to the other in the presence of God and in this company… She felt the warmth and comfort of her new husband’s grasp and she saw the calm strength in his eyes, and for the first time in two years she felt that there was someone to share her burden, who could help her cope with the turmoil of her life.