TABOO TALES(erotica)

For a long time they lay still and then his weight became oppressive and she pushed him off to lie spent beside her. There was sweat on her skin, both his and hers and Ellie felt it cool in the afternoon air; and she felt the oozing warmth and wetness at her crotch. She pushed herself up and saw a bright stain of virgin blood on the sheet beneath, and white drops of seed dribbled upon it, like pearls on a crimson cushion.

And in that instant the door burst open and the room was flooded with light. Ellie turned to gape at it and her eyes were assailed by a camera’s flash – once, twice, three times. Her vision blinded, she was aware only of a shrouded figure behind the lens: and then the flash was gone and there was the shrill voice of a woman betrayed.

‘You fuck, Henry! You dirty little shit!’

Beside her he cringed, his body spent and his mind reeling.

‘So you’re fucking little whores now! Look at her… the tramp! How old is she, Henry? Older than your daughter? I don’t think so! Look at her, lying in your dirty bed with your filth dribbling out of her! Was she worth it, Henry? Was she worth what I’m going to do to you?’

Ellie pulled up the sheet to cover her nakedness and the relentless words battered her brain like a little boat in a sea of fury. ‘Fuck you, Henry! And this little tart! I’ll break you both and then you can screw her and all the others for the rest of your miserable life in the hovel you’ll call home!’

And then she was gone. Through the open door Ellie saw the woman from reception, grinning at them, laughing, and then she was gone too and there was only the two of them, cringing and ashamed.

He dropped her at the office and she crept to the washroom to straighten her hair and repair the shattered look. Beneath her dress she felt his seed oozing into her pants, a reminder of her shame and humiliation, and she wiped it away with some tissues. She should have known he was married, that it was all too good to be true. She should have guessed he was a family man. In her mind she saw his daughter, tall and straight and trusting, just as she had been, and perhaps others, too: children who loved him, who had believed in him; and she imagined the hatred that they would feel for her – the little whore who had seduced her father.

The thought was too much and she rested her head in her hands and wept: not because of him or even for what had happened – but because she had been taken for a fool.

The following morning she was handed her notice and two weeks’ pay in lieu. Nothing was ever said, but she knew that his job was secure and it was she who had paid the price of his betrayal. Men looked after their own, after all.

*****

Ellie stood in Jason’s bedroom and considered what was to be done.

It had been two weeks since they had gone shopping and in the last few days she’d become increasingly suspicious about a new and nasty little habit her brother had developed: and now the proof was in her hand – a crumpled pair of her panties she’d found under his pillow.

She lifted the scrap of yellow satin to her nose and was instantly assailed by the pungent aroma of semen, and she snatched it away with an expression of disgust. She felt a wave of hot anger – first his voyeurism, then the incident in the car and now this. It would have to stop. She resolved to have it out with him immediately.

He was playing a video game in the lounge and she leaned close. ‘In your room now!’

‘I’m busy, El.’

‘Into your room now, or I’ll say what I have to say here!’

Jason glanced at his mother who was looking for a sewing pattern she had lost. He could see she hadn’t noticed the little drama unfolding at the other end of the room, and he decided it was better if it stayed that way, whatever it was. He shuffled to his feet and followed his sister down the corridor, her shoulders stiff with anger and outrage.

‘Sit!’ she closed the door and regarded his face for a moment, using the time to try and suppress the burning rage that engulfed her.

Jason sat on the edge of his bed. He had developed a fair idea of what she was going to say and his heart was hammering in his chest.

‘So is there something you want to tell me?’ she demanded.

‘Uh – no, El. Not that I can think of.’

‘Really? You haven’t been doing something that you shouldn’t… like keeping things of mine?’

‘I don’t know what you mean.’

‘Well let me tell you then,’ she said. ‘Every day I take off my dirty clothes and put them in the laundry basket and at weekends I pop them in the washing machine. And then I hang them on the line – seven pairs of knickers, seven bras and my blouses and socks.’

‘You should get Mum to do your washing, like I do.’

Ellie gave him a withering look. ‘You’d think that if you put seven pairs of panties in the basket you’d get seven pairs out, wouldn’t you? But for the last two weeks there’s been a pair missing.’

Jason shrugged. ‘I really can’t help you, El. Maybe you miscounted. ‘

‘That’s what I thought the first time, but when it happened again I got curious. Who would want to steal a pair of my panties? So I had a little look around, Jason, and guess what I found?’

Jason’s heart sank. ‘Uh – the dog ate them?’

‘We don’t have a dog, Jason, but we do have a panty thief. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the crumpled briefs. ‘These are mine. How did they get under your pillow?’

Jason stared at her, lost for words. ‘I – uh, well -‘ he managed at last.

‘Is that the best you can say?’

‘I guess… um, well, I’m sorry, El.’

‘You seem to be sorry a lot, Jason, and it doesn’t seem to make any difference to your behaviour.’ She examined him for a moment. He had the same beaten expression as Henry Soames at the moment his wife had found him, and she felt the scorn rise in her like a tide. She had been a sexual toy once and had learned from the experience, and nothing that a man would do would place her in that position again. Swift and humiliating action was necessary.

‘So here’s what we are going to do,’ she continued. ‘Since you like wearing my panties I’ll give you a pair, and later on when Mum and Dad are out you can put them on for me.’

‘What?’

‘You can put them on and parade around the house for me and I’ll tell you how ridiculous you look.’

‘But I don’t wear them!’ the words were out of his mouth before he could think, and Ellie seized upon them like a shark on a drowning man’s leg.

‘Really? Well, what do you do with them?’

‘I, um, well, I just touch them.’

‘Touch them? Touch them with what? Your hands? Your nose?’ she was unrelenting. ‘Or perhaps you touch them with something else?’

‘I just hold them,’ he muttered, ‘that’s all.’

Ellie’s face brightened. ‘Ah, well, that’s easy then! You can just hold them for me later on, and I’ll still tell you how ridiculous you look.’ She glanced at her watch. ‘Shall we say, four o’clock?’

‘I won’t do it,’ he said sullenly. ‘It’s private.’

‘What I was doing the other day was private too, Jason, but you didn’t have any problem watching me. ‘ Her voice had a hard edge to it. ‘I want you to see how stupid this all is – how stupid you are, doing this to me.’Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

‘I won’t do it.’ His face was red.

‘Well, let’s go and tell Mum how you like sniffing my pants.’ Ellie turned towards the door, still clutching the scrap of satin. She had a determined look on her face.

‘No! Wait…’ he looked like a deer trapped in a hunter’s lights. ‘All right – I’ll do it – but you just watch me holding them, right?’

Ellie unfurled the panties in her hand and waved them like a little flag. The crusty stain he had left on the front was clearly visible and he knew she would have seen it too, and would know what it was. ‘No,’ she said sweetly, ‘I’ll watch you do exactly what you did to these,’ and she turned on her heel and walked out of the door.

Jason sat on the bed and thought about what had just happened. He’d taken the panties of course, and slunk back to his room with them like a thief in the night; and he’d used them to remind him of Ellie on her bed. Afterwards he’d stuffed them under his pillow still damp from his semen, and never given a moment’s thought to whether she would notice their absence – but now he was caught, and she apparently wanted to watch him doing it again. So what the hell was going on? Was this the start of something between them? He thought not: there was nothing in what she’d said or done to suggest that – it was more likely she was simply trying to shame him.

With a sigh he got to his feet. There were things to be done and he’d try and forget what she wanted. Maybe she’d change her mind before then.

*

Ellie tapped on his door at four o’clock precisely. He was on his bed reading and looked up as she entered.

‘You’re not really going to make me do this, are you?’ he asked.

‘Sure I am. Why wouldn’t I?’

‘Because it’s really weird.’

Ellie fixed her brother with a glittering eye. ‘In the last two weeks you’ve spied on me naked, prodded your cock in my lap and then tossed off into my pants. That’s weird, little brother, and this little exercise is to show you how bizarre and ridiculous it all is.’

‘Jesus, El! If you think this is going to -‘

‘I don’t think, Jason, I know! So stop whining and get started, or get ready to explain to Mum what you’ve been up to.’

Jason set down the book and lay back in his bed. ‘So how do you want me to do it?’ he asked in a sulky voice.