TABOO TALES(erotica)

My head was reeling. This was too much! But again, my higher reasoning was our of commission right now, and I just used one hand to slide the back of her panties up and laid my penis against her bare flesh.

I felt dizzy. I started to slide my penis up and down her crack. She was sopping wet from sweat and my groin slid easily against her butt. I gripped her butt with both hands again and began making longer strokes, sliding my penis between her butt cheeks. I felt her spread her legs and shift her hips to push her pussy forward, so I began sliding myself against her lower and lower until I felt my shaft sliding between the slick folds of her cunt and the head of my dick caressing her anus. She shifted even more, encouraging me to go even lower, so I did and began sliding all of my penis through the very folds of her wet vulva. I rubbed my shaft against her clit and found myself sliding the head of my penis right across the entrance of her vagina.

Her body began to tremble and I felt my balls tingling as they began to tighten. Jen began to shake, her legs quivering and I felt her pussy grow even wetter and hotter than before. I heard her moan and that did it, my body tensed up like a coiled spring and then suddenly unleashed myself upon her, squirting ropes of cum all over her pussy, getting caught by the top of her panties and cascading down to pour from her pussy and run down her legs. I held her tight as my body convulsed and felt my dick squishing against her wet cunt. After my body shot the final rope of cum and I began to relax my hold on her, Jen picked her head up from the counter, throwing her hair across her back and taking a deep breath and gasp.

When I had finally regained my sensed, I gently let go of her body and stepped back to give her room. What a mess I had made of her! Her hair was wet with sweat and clinging together in strands, her skirt was pulled up over her back, her cum-soaked panties hung over her butt like a banner, and cum dripped from between her legs into several small puddles on the floor.

After a few moments, and several breaths to compose herself, she asked me to go to my bedroom so she could clean up. I covered myself with my towel and returned to my room. My head reeled with what had just happened. I flopped down on my bed, exhausted. I tried thinking about what all of that meant, but only succeeded in putting myself to sleep.

Several minutes later, Jen came into the room. Although I couldn’t see it, she smiled. Things had become more intimate than she was expecting, but there I was, sound asleep. That was her goal the whole time. She knew we’d have to talk about this tomorrow, but for tonight she covered me with a blanket, turned out the light and closed the door after her.

I could not believe how relaxed I was. I was in the shower, letting the hot water stream over my chest. I had just woken up maybe ten minutes ago. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to dwell on the images from last night that were stuck in my mind. It felt like I had had a great dream, but those usually come with a sense of disappointment when you awake to find they were not real. But these images were not from a dream but straight out of my memory.

My penis slowly began to swell as I remembered my sister, Jen, inviting me to rub myself against her butt. It was her cute way of apologizing for teasing me for weeks by “accidentally” bumping her butt against my groin anytime I didn’t expect it. It was just a game to her, and I knew it, so I had felt very strange as I took her up on her offer. We both became more than a little turned on and it progressed to where she encouraged me to drop my towel and rub myself against her panties totally nude. If that wasn’t enough, I ended up grinding against her so heavily that the crotch of her panties tore from the strain. Instead of asking me to stop when her panties tore, she just asked me to get under them and rub myself against her uncovered pussy.

I moved back to allow the streams from the shower to pour unhindered against my fully erect penis as I dwelled on the feel of her bare flesh squishing aside as my dick has mashed against her body. The warm, soft, slick folds of her cunt lips had aroused me to the point where I had lost all control and I ended up blasting her with my ejaculation. I could distinctly remember the sound of my cum splashing on the floor as it dripped in gobs from between her legs.

I finished my shower and took in a deep breath of air, letting it slowly out of my lungs to calm myself down again. I really loved my sister and trusted her more than anybody else. I could neither believe she had turned me on so much, nor that we had been so intimate; but I was not worried. I knew Jen trusted me too as her protective, big brother. But we would certainly have something to joke about later!

Anyway, what she had done last night had worked. All the frustration she had build up in me with her little game had vanished. I was totally satisfied now and I really adored her for being so open and intimate with me. Furthermore, after the tough day I had at work yesterday, she had completely rejuvenated me and changed my mood. I was feeling fantastic! My body was relaxed, my mind was at ease and my spirit was cheerful and optimistic.

I returned to my room and got dressed for the day. This was finally the weekend, so I didn’t need to worry about work. Jen had an indoor soccer game today through the club she had joined around noon. I was planning on attending, as I normally did to cheer her and her team on.

I went down to the kitchen and joined my dad at the table. He was reading the newspaper while my mom and Jen were busy mixing batter and cooking fresh waffles together. I poured myself some juice and exchanged good mornings with everyone. My dad and I chatted for a little while about work and I shared my day yesterday with him as he listened. He sympathized and shared similar frustrations of his own about work.

“Fortunately, I have your mother here to help cheer me up and keep me encouraged.” He said, smiling over at her. She smiled back at him, pleased.

Jen looked back at me cheerfully and I said, “Yeah, Jen let me vent for a while last night too. She helped cheer me up. I guess she gets that from you mom.” Jen’s smile beamed at me and she turned back around to tend the waffle iron.

Mom smiled proudly at Jen and said, “Well, I could only hope I’m partly responsible for what a fine, young woman she has become!”

Mom cracked another egg to add to the fresh batch of batter she was preparing, but the egg cracked unevenly and the liquid dribbled down her hand as she hurriedly moved to pour it into the mixing bowl.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yuck. I’ve always hated the feel of egg whites.” She said to Jen. “I can’t stand the sticky feeling of mucous!”

Jen giggled at her. “Oh mom!” She handed her the dishrag. “I guess that’s one difference between us. I don’t mind that feeling at all. I guess I just have a stronger stomach!”

Nobody in the room noticed, but I had to shift in my seat as I grew a slight erection at that last discussion. At least I knew Jen wasn’t grossed out last night when I blew my load on her. It’s kind of humbling letting someone else come in contact with something as personal as body fluids. Peeing into a cup at the doctor’s office and giving that cup, still warm, to a nurse is humbling. In this case, letting my sister touch my semen felt the same way, but understandably a bit more thrilling.

I quickly drowned my thoughts with more juice and breakfast was finally served. We ate and talked about our plans for the day over bites of homemade waffles and just enjoyed the feeling of togetherness. Jen was obviously excited about her game and the train of conversation always made it’s way to her team and her love of the sport. We were all really excited for her as she had overcome an injury to her leg two years that would have made it hard to recover from. But she was determined to recover and she did with such strength and dedication that she became one of the starters of her team and a local favorite. But her girlish nervousness still showed and we were pleased to be able to continue to encourage her and believe in her team and her abilities.

We finished breakfast and mom and dad got ready to leave to spend the day with two friends of theirs from school. I cleared the table and got the dishes done while Jen went back to her room to gear up for her game. When she was ready, we went out to my car. She threw her bag in the back and hopped into the passenger seat, buckling her womanly frame in and reaching back to pull her hair into a ponytail, tying it back with an elastic band.

Jen looked great. She looked hot. Girls seem to get turned on by a man in uniform, but I don’t think it is unique to their gender. Seeing Jen in her team uniform was always a nice treat for me as a guy. Her blue and yellow jersey draped nicely over the curves of her chest. Her black shorts fit tight around her waist and loosely flowed over her strong, tan thighs. I watched her strap on her shin guards and slide her long, black socks up her legs. Even the mixture of aggression in the soles of her indoor cleats with the girlish style of the shoe itself gave her an impressive air of strength and beauty. Not to mention the alluring sports bra I knew she had on underneath, the article that admits femininity, but enables her to keep it at bay.

Her team was called “Hellcats” and although they weren’t particularly as vicious as the name sounds, they were a good team and very determined. Jen chatted as we drove about the other team’s defense and how tough it would be to get through some of their players, but that they had been practicing some new moves to throw them off. A little bit later she had relaxed a bit and sat silent, enjoying the drive.

“So did I really make you feel better yesterday?” She asked.

I smiled. “Yeah, that wasn’t a joke. I haven’t felt this relaxed in a while. You really helped me out.” I told her.

She grinned and giggled, pulling one knee up to her chest and wrapping her arms around it. “Good. I really felt bad when I realized how you were feeling. I’m glad I could help you calm down.”

A moment passed and I asked her, “Did you feel kind of weird about it?”

She thought. “Yeah, of course. But we’re brother and sister, you know?” She laughed. “Come on, we’ve seen each other on the toilet I don’t even know how many times!”

I laughed. “Yeah, that’s true.” I admitted.

We arrived at the arena and she hopped out to meet up with her teammates in the locker room. I got a good seat in the bleachers where I could watch the game from above the walls of the court.

This would be a great game to watch, and I was glad I could be there to cheer my sister on. Jen plays halfback, so she has to put in a lot of energy to support the offensive and defensive lines. Jen’s team had great teamwork and spirit and worked together like a machine. They had even gone so far as to grow their hair out long so they could all wear their hair back in a ponytail.