TABOO TALES(erotica)

His sister laughed. ‘You’re asking me how to play with your dick?’

‘No. I’m asking you how you want me to do it in front of you.’

Ellie pulled the chair from under the computer desk and straddled it, her legs long and smooth and her dress rucked up around her crotch. ‘It’s easy,’ she said. ‘I sit here and watch – and you lie on the bed and do it.’

Jason looked at his sister with a sullen expression but he could see she was determined. He slowly undid his jeans and pulled them down around his buttocks to reveal a pair of black boxers. There was no trace of an erection under the thin fabric.

‘I think it’s dropped off,’ she remarked.

He shook his head. ‘I can’t get excited like this… I feel like a piece of meat on a slab.’

‘Well, now you know how I felt when you were watching me. Try harder.’

‘I can’t, El.’

‘Maybe I’ll tell all my friends that my brother can’t get it up.’

‘Guys can only do it if they’re excited.’

‘So get excited,’ Ellie said. ‘Think of something sexy.’

Jason thrust his hand under his boxers and massaged his cock for a few seconds. ‘It’s no good,’ he announced. ‘I can’t do it.’ He retrieved his hand and started to pull up his jeans.

‘Ah, ah – not so fast. You don’t get out of it that easy.’ She looked at him for a few moments. ‘Use the panties you stole.’

‘I can’t. You took them back.’

‘Use these then.’ She stood up and her hands vanished under her skirt to retrieve the pair she was wearing. They were small and white and Jason stared as they slithered down her thighs and onto the floor. He’d never had a pair that she’d just been wearing and his cock hardened rapidly at the thought they would still be warm from her pussy.

‘Uh, sure,’ he said. His mouth was suddenly dry. ‘Pass them here.’

‘Pull your pants down first.’ There was a strange tone to Ellie’s voice.

He pulled down his briefs and his cock sprang out, stiff and bobbing. Ellie stooped to pick them up and walked over to the bed. For a moment she stared down at him without speaking, and then she dropped them on his chest.

Jason pressed his sister’s warm panties to his nose and the bouquet trapped within the thin fabric suddenly swamped his senses: a trace of acrid sweat and fragrant perfume, overshadowed by the subtle aroma of his her sex, rich and enticing. The odour was stronger than in the previous pair he had stolen and in a moment of insight he understood that it had betrayed her true emotions: not bored recrimination, as she had indicated, but heightened sexual arousal at what was about to happen.

In an instant his embarrassment was replaced by a warm glow of excitement, and he seized his cock with his right hand and began to pump it slowly. A shaft of afternoon sunlight painted the room in a soft hue and in its golden light he saw her leaning forward with an expression of intense interest on her face. Her lips were slightly apart, the tip of her little pink tongue peeping from between them, and a faint flush of colour stained her cheeks.

‘I can smell you,’ he whispered. ‘On your pants… it’s lovely.’ His hand moved faster, pulling the foreskin back with each stroke so the swollen head of his cock was fully exposed. ‘Do you like watching me?’

‘Shhhh. Don’t talk – just do it.’ her voice was breathless.

Jason closed his eyes and remembered what she had looked like on the bed: slim and vital and perfect. He recalled the shape of her mouth as she worked at herself, her lips apart and the glint of her little white teeth just visible, and the dark fringe of her lashes upon her cheeks. Her knees had been bent, legs apart, and he remembered the shine of her juices on the dildo and the way her cunt lips had dragged at the shiny plastic as she plunged it back and forth.

She’d been outraged when she saw him, but in his fantasy he’d changed the story: envisaging how she’d opened her eyes and found him there, and the gleam of interest in her grey eyes as she read his expression of longing. How he’d walked across the room and stood above her, looking down as she slid the toy in and out, and all the time her eyes were on his face: defiant, hooded, bright with sexual awareness. Daring him to look but not touch, wanting him to want her. She’d pulled the vibrator clear and he’d seen the warm flesh of her inside, pink and clean and fresh with a light froth of cream upon the lips; and then she’d laughed and plunged it back inside and her mouth had opened in a silent ‘O’ of pleasure as she felt herself filled.

And now, in the silence of his room as his sister watched him, the fresh odour of her panties provided a new fantasy – how he might have touched her. He envisaged the hard rubbery feel of her nipples and the warm plasticity of her breasts. He imagined how he’d trailed his fingers over the flat plain of her belly to the gossamer tuft of hair nestled at the juncture of her thighs and how he’d touched her pussy, felt the oily slipperiness of her juices, slipped a finger inside her. He knew it would be tight – much tighter than Mary’s had been, and in his mind he found it so. He could feel the warm sucking strength of her cunt as his fingers slid inside, feel the power of her muscles gripping him. And in his fantasy his cock was bursting in his pants and he unzipped and pulled it free, his hand stroking it, pulling it; and he saw the expression of raw lust on her face as she lay beneath him, waiting for his seed.

‘Jesus, El – you want it, don’t you?’ he grunted, and in his vision she nodded, her mouth smiling up at him and her body still, waiting to be painted. He saw her mouth open and he pressed closer, pumping his cock with a frenzied fist as the rising tide of his cum rose like an hungry shark to engulf him.

With a hoarse cry Jason spurted, and in his mind the long jets struck his sister’s face to lie in long translucent streaks across her cheeks and to jet between the soft pink lips. It coated her little white teeth in a clinging layer and it drooled into the cavern of her mouth in slimy strands to paint her tongue and dribble into her throat. And all the time her eyes were on his face: inscrutable, aware, wanting.

And as the last vestiges of his fantasy faded away Jason opened his eyes and looked at his sister across the room. She was staring at the pool of cum on his belly, startlingly white against his skin, and there was a flush of high colour in her cheeks. Neither spoke for a long moment, and then she dragged her eyes to his face. ‘I – I have to go,’ she said, and her voice was gusty and uncertain.

‘El, wait -‘ he said, but she had gone, and there was only the crumpled panties in his hand and the fragrance of her perfume in the room to remind him that she had been there at all.

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Ellie went to bed early and tried to read her book but the image of Jason’s cock kept stealing into her mind, as unwelcome as a fox in a chicken pen. She tried to force it from her mind but it would not go – it stuck there in exquisite detail: every throb, twitch and spurt in glorious technicolour. Perhaps more disturbing, though, was the knowledge she had enjoyed watching when she should have been disgusted, and she needed to understand why that should be so.

Jason’s cock was the first she’d seen since her affair with Henry Soames a year before. That sorry event had convinced her that men were only after one thing: and the price was too high. The shame and disgrace had had a profound effect on her – principally, a deep distrust of men in general, and married men in particular. Since then she had abstained from any relationship at all.

But the affair had also awakened her: she had enjoyed the sex, even though it had been one sided, and she was smart enough to know that it could be so much better if she found the right person: someone who could offer what she wanted without or complication. But in the meantime she developed a whole range of techniques to satisfy herself, including the use of pornography, a range of toys and a vivid imagination. She had fun and it was safe, and so it was the perfect solution – and in time, Ellie Paige had become convinced that she really didn’t need anything more.

And now that certainty was gone, blown away in a few shattering minutes, for she had found that watching Jason had been so much better than watching porn – for it was there: right in front of her, an amazing, thick, hard cock. She could see it in all its glory, hear the little sucking noises as his skin moved back and forth and smell the rank odour of his excitement. All of these had moved her in a way that she had never expected, and she suddenly realised that solo sex was like drinking alone: a lonely exercise that took you on a road to nowhere.

But the most shocking thing was that it was her brother’s cock that aroused her – her brother’s, for God’s sake – and she had been the cause of his excitement. She remembered how it had reared up as she slid her panties off; and she heard again his whispered words: I can smell you, Ellie… its lovely. She recalled too the expression in his eyes as he inhaled her scent; and how she had watched, mesmerised, as he played out a fantasy in his head. What had he been thinking? Was it just an image of his sister with a vibrator in her cunt, or had there been more? Had he imagined touching her, tasting her… fucking her? Had he dreamed that she was complicit too, and that the searing jets of seed that splashed across his belly were deep inside her instead?

The notion that Jason wanted to fuck her was a potent thought, and Ellie’s fingers crept to her pussy. Sex with her brother… hitherto undreamed, banned… forbidden; a taboo in every civilised society. She knew it was unacceptable. She knew it could never happen – and yet… the thought was intoxicating. And there was nothing wrong with fantasies, was there? It could not hurt to imagine… to play out a dream in your head. Nobody would ever know, and nobody would ever get hurt for it was only a game, wasn’t it?

And so she gave in to the flickering pictures in her head: imagining how they would talk and touch and taste, and how the cock that she had watched that very afternoon would feel as it slid into her body, and how she would ride him until he spurted his incestuous seed into her greedy, grasping body.

And as she dreamed her fingers moved restlessly over the fat wet lips of her cunt and the waves of pleasure washed through her, she wondered if Jason was imagining it too, and she hoped that it was so.