TABOO TALES(erotica)

She looked down at her hand, still holding mine. “Because you turn me on – and you care.”

“I don’t just care about you, Chelsea – it’s much more than that. I’ve thought about this a lot over the last week. I want to be with you all the time. I think you’re great company to be with – we have fun, and we laugh a lot and we really enjoy each other…. and yes I’m turned on by you as well, but it isn’t just about sex – its about being together.” I looked at her shyly. “I think I’m trying to say I love you, which is a whole lot more than Will ever did.”

“You’re still my brother and I’ve been burned -”

“So what? I’m so different to him. If Will had been like me you’d still be together – but he was a loser. I’m different, Chelsea – don’t throw away what we have just because of him.”

“What if people find out? We’d be outcasts.”

“Only if we flaunt it. People hide their sex lives all the time. We haven’t gone around bragging who we slept with – and we wouldn’t brag about sleeping with each other, either.” I held her hand, tightly. “Chelsea, what we did this afternoon was fantastic… its as intimate as two people can get. That step has already been taken – from now on we are only talking about variations.”

She smiled at me. “I bet you’ve got some ideas on that, too.”

I laughed, relieved to see her smile. “You bet.”

She reached up and touched my face. “I have too, Ben.” She paused for a moment, and then reached a decision. “I used to think that there was something weird about me because I fancied my brother… I used to dream about having him inside me – about the wrongness of it. Christ, it turned me on! I even imagined what having his baby would be like… a nephew and a son, rolled into one. It got me into a world of trouble.” She looked at me. “Now here I am again, playing with fire – I really didn’t learn much, did I?” She held out her hand. “Why don’t we go to the bedroom and compare ideas?”

*****

There’s something viscerally satisfying about knowing you are about to fuck someone for the first time. We drew out the suspense by tidying up first – clearing the table and washing up the few dishes, working closely in the kitchen, making small talk. The air was charged with sexual tension, both of knowing that soon we would be in bed together with the whole night ahead of us to explore each other. I guess the fact that she was my sister made it even more exciting. She was right – it was taboo, and the thought of penetrating her was utterly intoxicating. I imagined my sperm pumping into her like hot custard, flooding into her womb; the possibility of her seed and mine coming together, deep inside her body, creating a new life that would redefine family relationships – a dark secret born of lust that would mark our family’s line for ever.

At length the chores were all done, and she turned to me. “Give me a minute, Ben, then come in. Don’t say anything.”

She had turned on the bedside light so that I could see her stretched out in my bed, the sheen of her hair shining on the pillow and her eyes shining as they watched me shrug off my dressing gown. I lifted the sheet and slid in beside her, turning on my side so that we were facing each other, feeling the warmth and pliability of her naked body next to me.

For a long time we just touched, brushing our fingertips over each other, our mouths together, lips nibbling, tongues probing. I drew my fingers down the long, satin sweep of her back to the cleft in her buttocks; across the curve of her hips and the flat plain of her belly; then up to the swollen plasticity of her breast, capped by the rubbery nub of her nipple. She groaned into my mouth and I could feel her pelvis thrusting forward.

My cock was rock hard, wedged between us, and she rolled back a little to gain access to it, her hand closing over the shaft to grasp its thickness. She milked it gently by squeezing and relaxing, her thumb smearing the long strands of pre-cum over the swollen bell-end.

“Christ, that’s hard.”

“All your own work, Chelsea.”

“It would be a shame to waste all that effort.”

“Yeah – but what can we do about it?”

She chuckled. “Let me show you. ”

She released my cock and deftly rolled on top of me, straddling my hips, her body slim and graceful, her breasts surprisingly large for her slight frame. She levered herself up a little, her pussy poised over my cock, slender fingers reaching down to grasp me, guiding me to the soft, wet entrance to her body – and then, with excruciating slowness, she lowered herself onto my swollen rod.

I watched with hooded eyes as I penetrated her. The bulbous head of my cock crowned into her, nudging aside the wet, swollen wet lips of her pussy. For an instant my progress was impeded by the tightness of her channel and her descent stopped, small bubbles of displaced juice frothing where we were joined. I could feel the sucking clasp of her cunt, the cloying viscosity of her flesh struggling to accommodate me: and then she yielded, her vagina stretching to allow the long, glistening shaft to slide into her like a sword into a velvet sheath, until I was buried deep inside her. She had an expression almost of pain on her face, her shoulders hunched, hands on my chest to steady herself, and she expelled a long hiss of air as her body took me in.

“Jesus, that’s deep. Don’t move…. oh, God, that’s good!”

She was still for a moment, and then she clenched her pelvic muscles and released them, the rest of her body still.

“Can you feel that?”

“Yes.”

“What about this?” She rocked her hips back and forth so that my shaft was squeezed in a tight, rhythmic movement.

“Oh, yes. Christ, that’s good – you’re so tight-”

She interrupted. “What about this?” She flexed her thighs, raising herself upwards so that the glistening rod of my cock appeared, sliding out of her smoothly until only the swollen head was engaged inside her. She held herself there, balanced on the tip of my cock, and she clenched her pussy so that her vulva squeezed itself around the rim. I reached up and held her arms, hearing myself groan at the sensation. I was desperate to thrust upwards, to bury myself back into her warm, wet heat, but what she was doing was exquisite and I willed myself to keep still.

“Jesus, Chelsea -”

She smiled at me, and sank back down onto my shaft, hunkering down so that her hips moved back a little as I slid into her, until the stem of my cock rubbed against the front of her cunt.

“Is that good?”

“You have no idea -”

She smiled, her teeth white against the darkness of her skin, and she began to move up and down, her hair swishing rhythmically around her face and her head bent forward so that she could see my cock sliding into her as she fucked it. She controlled the depth, using the muscles of her thighs and the angle of her body to orchestrate it, riding up until only the very tip of my cock was inside her; and she held me there, working the muscles of her vagina to grip me, the lips of her cunt fluttering around the head and a thin stream of her lubricant squeezed out so that it dribbled down the shaft; and then with a grunt of satisfaction she sank slowly downwards, rotating her hips so that I swiveled back into her, her vulva stretching to accommodate the thicker root and our juices creaming to a froth that dripped and splattered over my balls.

I could hear the squeak of the mattress springs and the soft sighs and moans of our pleasure. She had lifted her head and her eyes were closed as she savoured the sensation of our union. Her breasts bounced gently, the nipples hard like brown berries, and her hair swished around her face as she fucked me. The bedside light illuminated one side of her body more than the other, her skin gleaming softly, shadows shifting as she moved up and down. Her face was perfect in its symmetry, her lips slightly apart, her small, neat head set on the long, graceful column of her neck. I thought she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

Suddenly she bent forward, her face close to mine, her words cutting through the sound of our coupling. “What does it feel like, Ben, to fuck your sister? Tell me.”

“It’s good, Chelsea. You are so tight -”

“No, no. Tell me why fucking your sister turns you on.”

I stared at her. “Because you are forbidden… because I’ve wanted you for years, since I watched you change…. your tits… the way you moved – your pussy. I wanted you and I couldn’t have you -” I was gasping, the words disjointed. “I wanted you, but I couldn’t… Jesus! Now I’m inside you… fucking…. ugh!! Fucking you, Chelsea. My cock in my sister’s tight cunt… you’re loving it, squeezing me, milking me -”

Her voice was thick with passion. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to want me…. to fuck whenever we like. I want to spurt into you -”

“Yes, yes!” Her voice was excited, husky. “Tell me about cumming into me.”

“I want to pump into you – to fill you up. I’ll spurt hot cream into you, Chelsea – into your tight little cervix, into your womb.”

She leaned back, her arms on the mattress behind her so that she was angled back, my cock spearing into her at a different angle as he writhed up and down on me. “Oh, God, yes! Spurt into my womb, find my seed, fill me up!” and her head went back, her back arched, and she came.

How I didn’t come as well I don’t know. She cried out, a long scream of ecstasy, and she thrust down hard, driving my cock deeply into her. I felt the walls of her cunt contract around me, clasping the whole length, seizing it in a velvet grip that rippled and undulated with the force of her orgasm. The power of her contractions forced residual air and juice out of her pussy so that her labia fluttered and vibrated at the base of my shaft, and my balls were soaked in a sudden discharge that dribbled down to soak the sheet under us.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.