TABOO TALES(erotica)

‘Lie on your bed.’

Jason lay back on the squeaky mattress and watched his sister approaching. She had let her hair down and it hung in a glossy mane around her shoulders, and together with the long nightdress it gave her a curiously virtuous look, like a young girl of olden times. She stood next to the bed for a few moments, her eyes on his body, and then she leant forward and grasped his cock with her hand.

‘Ah… fuck!’ Jason said. ‘Ellie, that’s -‘

‘Shhhh… quietly! They’re only next door.’ Her fingers gripped him firmly, marveling at its rubbery hardness. A bead of clear fluid oozed from the tip and hung there for a moment before stringing downwards onto the warm flesh of his belly.

‘I remember this when I was little,’ she whispered, ‘when we took baths together.’ Her hand began to move, a slow rhythmic pumping. ‘It never looked like this, though.’

‘You never played with it like this.’

‘I never did, did I?’ In the soft bedside light she looked very young. ‘And now I am. Who would have ever imagined that?’

Jason thought it was true. Two weeks ago this would have seemed impossible. She was his sister and they had never even spoken about sex – but now she was crouching over him in a little bedroom with their parents only five paces away, with her hand on his cock.

‘I love its rubbery feel,’ she said. ‘It’s sort of soft on the outside but really hard inside.’ Her fingers moved higher up the shaft and she began to stroke it gently, watching as the foreskin slid back and forth over his knob. ‘Tell me what you like,’ she whispered, ‘show me what to do.’

‘Hold it a little higher… ah, that’s it… yes. Now pump – slowly… slowly.’ He closed his eyes briefly, enjoying the sensation, but opened them again to watch his sister. ‘See how the foreskin slides back and forth?’ he asked, ‘don’t pull it too far back – yes, yes. Just like that. Now, wet it a little.’

Ellie leaned over and released some spit from between her lips, watching as it drizzled over her brother’s knob. It lay in a silver strand on the swollen purple flesh before being smeared by the movement of her hand.

‘It’s so hot,’ she whispered, ‘and it’s getting thicker.’Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Jason grunted softly. Her hand was gripping him just below the head and it felt amazing. He could feel the skin of his cock stretched as tight as a drum under her slim white fingers, harder than he could ever remember, and he watched as another bead of translucent fluid appeared at the end.

Ellie laughed softly. ‘Look,’ she said, ‘it’s like I’m milking it.’ She gripped harder and moved her hand back and forth to draw more fluid from him before bending forward to give the head a quick lick. For a glorious instant Jason saw his juice streaked over his sister’s tongue before she drew back. A thin strand of silver connected her lips to the head of his cock, and she laughed again.

‘Let me see you, El’ Jason said. ‘Take off your nightie.’

Ellie considered for a moment. The door to their room could not be locked and their parents were only a few feet away. She would have only a few seconds to react if one of them chose to come in.

‘I can’t,’ she whispered. ‘What if -‘

‘They won’t.’

‘But if they do – there’s no way to hide what we are doing.’

‘I don’t care. I want to see you.’

She stared at him for a few moments, torn between a desire to go further and fear of discovery. ‘All right,’ she said at last. ‘But I need you to lie on the floor between the beds.’

Jason nodded. It would offer scant protection if their parents did open the door, but there was nowhere else to hide. He swiveled his hips over the edge of the mattress, his cock waving like a wand, and then lay on the wooden floor between the little beds.

Ellie stood over him for a moment before pulling the nightie over her head and dropping it to the floor. From his low vantage point he could see all of her: the long legs, slim and shapely; the tight crease at the juncture of her thighs; the curve of her waist and the swell of her breasts, each a perfect orb capped with a little pink nipple as small and sweet as a baby raspberry. His eyes returned to her pussy and he saw that it was like the rest of her: small and neat and perfectly symmetrical.

‘You’re beautiful,’ he whispered. ‘Turn around, Sis. Let me see.’

She turned slowly and he saw her butt was exactly as he had imagined it to be: each little cheek perfectly defined, smooth and firm and delicious. The tight crease between them hid the little rosebud but he pictured what it would be like: clean and pink and sweet: a little door to another hidden treasure. His cock twitched at the thought of entering it, if she should ever agree.

And then she was facing him again, standing still for a moment so his eyes could once again rest on her pussy, and he saw the delicate pink lips had drawn apart a little and there was a gleam of moisture between them, as if they were preparing to be violated by the rampant organ before them.

He stared at the little opening with hungry eyes and she saw what he was thinking.

‘We can’t, Jay. You know we can’t.’

‘Let me taste it then.’

Ellie nodded and stepped forward, treading carefully to straddle his waist, turning to face his feet before crouching, thrusting her bottom back toward her brother’s face. He grasped the little cheeks and drew them apart, steadying her as she squatted further. His vision was filled by the crease between them: the tiny pink anus, small and crinkled, and the tight moist slit beyond it, fringed by hair as fine as spun flax. He could smell her too: the scent of jasmine and sandalwood juxtaposed over the warm animal odour of her arousal.

‘Eat me Jay,’ she whispered and lowered herself further, squatting low over his face. His breath was hot against her pussy and she felt its lips twitch in response.

Jason closed his eyes as his sister’s tush descended upon his mouth. He felt the soft kiss of her pubic hair and a moment later the warm press of her flesh as she settled. She wriggled back and forward a little to align her vulva over his lips, and somewhere far above him he heard her voice, whispering urgently. ‘Lick me, Jay – ah, yes, yes. Push your tongue in… lap it. Yes, yes… just like that. Fuck… fuck that’s good.’

The sudden burst of flavour in his mouth reminded Jason of the very first time he had tasted a nectarine: the texture of the warm skin against his lips, fracturing as he bit into it, and the sudden spurt of juice into his throat, sweet and sticky and delicious. But this was so much better – the liquid richer, thicker, oozing into his mouth like the finest liqueur. He extended his tongue and pushed it into his sister, wriggling it to burrow into the tight wet channel, lapping to capture her essence – to breathe it in, to fill his senses. He could hear her little gasps and squeaks of pleasure as she squirmed on his face, her buttocks pressed hard against his cheeks and her cunt locked to his mouth, slippery and wet. He could not breathe – he was engulfed by her, drowning in her, his senses filled by the delicious odour and taste and texture of her sex. In his mind’s eye he could see her slim body wriggling on his face, her face distorted in pleasure. She was twitching, twitching, each little jolt releasing drops of essence into his throat and beneath her he was dying, consumed by her cunt.

He seized her buttocks and lifted her, breathing again, lapping at her – great long strokes over the wet, trembling lips, dipping between them to scoop her cream and then on to tease the tiny orifice beyond. He delighted in the texture of the two openings: her vulva wet and soft like the flesh of a succulent fruit and her anus rougher, the ring crinkled and tight. The knowledge that he was lapping his sister’s rosebud delighted him and he stabbed it with his tongue until at last it surrendered and he felt the tip enter that forbidden place.

Ellie was in ecstasy. Nothing she had ever experienced came close to the waves of pleasure that enveloped her. Every stroke of her brother’s tongue drew a groan from somewhere deep inside, unbidden and uncontrolled. She had never envisaged such rapture, never imagined that it could be like this. Her pussy was a river, oozing and dribbling over his face, the lips fat and swollen, the flesh within them grasping at his restless touch. Her anus twitched and trembled, crimping with every stroke of his tongue. She felt him teasing it, testing its tightness, pressing against the tiny puckered door with his flickering, dart-like tip until at last it opened, and she felt it slip inside.

With a cry of lust Ellie bent forward and seized her brother’s cock in one hand. It was massively swollen, bigger than she had ever seen it, and her tongue flicked over the head to capture the oily juice that leaked from its eye. Once, twice, she licked it, and then she opened her mouth and took him inside.

In silent desperation they writhed against each other: Ellie’s slim body transfixed by the cock in her throat and the tongue in her bottom. She felt his shaft twitching, unleashing little spurts of lubricant into her face and she tasted it, warm and oily as it oozed into her throat. She clutched the base of his shaft with her hand and bobbed her head back and forth, her lips stretched around the head and her lips locked around him, and the movement caused his tongue to wriggle deeper into her body.

With an audible plop Ellie pulled his cock from her mouth. ‘Oh God, Jason,’ she whispered, ‘ah, fuck, that’s good!’ She tried to say more but she could not speak, for the waves of pleasure engulfed her. She had never imagined her anus to be so sensitive, the sexual arousal it could give her so intense. The pleasure ratcheting up each time his tongue penetrated her bowels. Somewhere in the distance she could hear herself moaning, little explosive sounds that she could not control and so she seized his cock again and plunged it into her mouth to stifle the noise.