TABOO TALES(erotica)

But she was aroused, too. She could feel her heart thudding, thudding, like the frantic beat of a drum. It was stupid, yes – but it was also the most exciting thing she had ever done in her life. She felt again the warmth of her brother’s seed as it splattered like hot rain on her body, and the surge of lust that seized her: the irrepressible need to bathe in it, to gulp it down like clotted cream, to drown in it. The door that Henry Soames had unlocked but never opened had suddenly swung wide, and she loved what was on the other side. Jason was right: fooling around with your brother was amazing, and although she was walking a tightrope she could no more abandon it than saw off her hands with a blunt knife.

And so Ellen Elizabeth Paige drifted off to sleep in a state of excited trepidation, dreaming of how she would play the game and how much fun it would be.

‘You look tired, Ellie. Are you feeling all right?’ Susie Paige’s voice was filled with concern as she rested her hand on her daughter’s forehead.

‘Yeah, I’m right Mum,’ Ellie mumbled, ‘I just didn’t sleep too well.’

‘How is your tummy?’ She regarded her daughter with concern. ‘Did I hear you get up in the night?’

‘Uh – yes. I had to go to the loo a couple of times.’

‘I thought it was you. I nearly got up to check but I figured you’d call me if you needed help. Are you sure you feel all right?’

‘I’m fine, Mum.’ Ellie wondered if she’d noticed her turn two shades paler at the thought of what her mother might have found. ‘I’d better just go and -‘

But Susie was in a mood to chat. ‘It’s nice to see you getting on with your brother a bit better,’ she observed.

‘I’ve always got on with Jay, Mum.’

‘Well, you know – you went out with him last night… that’s nice. You haven’t done that for a while.’

‘We are brother and sister. It’s important to get on.’ Ellie remembered how she’d found clumps of his sperm in her hair that morning. Some way to get on.

‘Your Dad and I were talking about being a family just yesterday,’ Suzie continued, ‘and we thought we’d like to go off for a few days somewhere – just the four of us. What do you think?’

‘What about work?’

‘It would be over the August long weekend. We’d be back by Tuesday.’

‘But that’s only next week! You’d never find anywhere to stay.’

Her mother beamed at her. ‘One of my friends booked a two bedroom cottage on the Norfolk Broads,’ she said, ‘but her mum’s sick so they can’t go.’

‘So I’d be sharing a room with Jay?’

‘Yes, but as you are getting on so well that won’t be a problem will it?’

‘But what about Dad… I mean, he’s never around.’ Ellie was reeling at the thought of being alone in a room with Jason all night. ‘I’m surprised he can find the time.’

‘He’s promised,’ her mother was beaming again. ‘It’s such a good opportunity, Ellie – God knows when we might all have the chance again.’

Ellie considered for a moment. The very first thing that had popped into her head when she woke was the memory of her brother’s sperm raining down on her in the darkness. She’d lifted the bedclothes and peered down at her body, half expecting to see smears of it still on her skin, but it had all gone. The smell hadn’t though – it filled her senses, rich and thick and and pervasive – the aroma of sex. She’d breathed it in and it brought back every emotion: the fear and guilt and the excitement of the forbidden.

‘So what do you think, Ellie?’ her mother asked again.

‘Have you asked Jason?’

‘I haven’t seen him, but I’m sure he’d be interested.’

I’m sure too Ellie thought. We’ll be sharing a room. The thought both terrified and thrilled her. Separate rooms provided a degree of control that sharing would remove, and she had no intention of allowing full-on sex. Still, it was an exciting thought.

‘I’d love to come,’ she said.

‘Lovely. Look – why don’t you speak to Jason? He’ll be more likely to agree if you ask him.’

‘I will.’ She glanced at her watch. ‘I’ve got to go, Mum.’

‘All right, sweetheart.’ Susie leaned forward and kissed her daughter on the forehead and for a moment Ellie wondered if her mother would somehow smell her son’s jism on her skin, but she sat back and smiled. ‘Let me know what Jason thinks.’

*

‘That’s fucking awesome!’ Jason had been worried about what his sister might be feeling in the cold light of day, but the news that they would be sharing a room together was obviously to his liking.

‘I thought you’d say something like that.’ Ellie fiddled with her spoon. ‘But we need to be careful.’Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

‘Sure.’ Jason would have agreed with anything she said.

‘I mean it, Jay. They’ll be right next door.’

‘I get it.’

‘We’ll sleep in separate beds.’ Her voice was firm.

‘What?’

‘We’ll each sleep in our own beds – in case they come in.’

‘So we can’t – you know… well, do anything?’

‘We’ll see. Perhaps a little bit, but nothing full on.’ She fixed him with a beady eye. ‘Remember that this isn’t a right, Jay. We’ll only do it from time to time and then only if we both want to.’

‘Right.’ Jason thought she was looking amazing this morning. ‘Shall I bring some condoms?’

‘No you won’t! There’ll be none of that!’

Jason laughed. ‘OK, OK… I was only joking.’ He reached forward and touched her face. ‘Honest, El. I know the rules and I’ll stick to them.’

‘All right. Do you wear pajamas in bed?’

‘What? Oh, I see. No – I sleep naked, or with my jocks on.’

‘Well bring something better to wear. Remember that we are a brother and sister sharing a room and they’ll expect to see us behaving like we don’t really want to.’

Jason nodded. She was right, of course, but that didn’t stop the rush of excitement he felt. Three whole nights alone with her, sharing a room with his parent’s consent! His eyes roamed over her body: the swell of her tits against her blouse, the trim curves of her waist and the roundness of her tight little tush. He’d felt what she had under her dress but couldn’t wait to see it, to touch it, to taste it. Perhaps she’d relent a little bit. Perhaps she’d change her mind. ‘All right,’ he said, ‘I’ll pretend I hate it – but only if you let me lick your -‘

‘Stop!’ Ellie laughed. ‘Just stop, Jay… be nice.’

‘I will, I will.’ He was silent for a moment, thinking, and then he looked at her slyly. ‘But only if I can come to your room tonight.’

‘Well, you can’t.’

‘But I thought you liked what we did!’

‘I did, Jay – but its too risky. Mum heard something and nearly out to see if I was OK. You’ll have to wait until the weekend.’

He considered for a moment. ‘What about we pretend to go to the movies and find somewhere else instead? We could play around a bit without worrying.’

‘Like where, Jay? A motel?’ Ellie remembered the last time – how she’d sneaked in the motel door, terrified someone would see them; Henry’s thin white hands counting out the little pile of limp banknotes; the smell of stale tobacco on his skin and the shrill sound of the woman’s voice. She would never do it again. Not ever. ‘Don’t even think of it.’

‘I just want to be with you, El.’

‘I know.’ Her eyes softened. ‘I want it too, but we have to be so careful.’ She stood up and examined him for a few moments. ‘The weekend is only a few days away, so be patient and don’t do anything stupid.’

***

Those few days were a torture for Jason. It wouldn’t have been so bad if she’d gone away, but there she was, looking more beautiful every day. She appeared at breakfast with bright eyes and a smiling face, wearing something amazing: a little blue sports top and shorts or a figure-hugging dress that clung to her curves like a coat of paint. She took to wearing a little make up, too: a touch of lip gloss to bring out their lush fullness and shadow to accentuate the shape of her eyes, and she moved with a lissome confidence that none of them had seen before.

‘I think Ellie’s in love,’ her mother observed on the third day. She was in bed with her husband, who was reading an agendum paper in preparation for a meeting the next morning.

‘Yes, dear,’ he said without looking up. ‘Absolutely.’

She nudged him with her elbow. ‘You’re not listening again, Don. What did I just say?’

‘Er – something about Ellie.’

‘I said I think she’s in love.’

Don Paige sighed and set the papers down. He was used to Suzie’s sudden announcements about her children, which were always unsubstantiated and usually inaccurate. Like the time she pronounced that Jason was taking drugs.

‘What makes you think that?’ he asked.

‘Haven’t you seen her? She’s…’ Suzy searched for the right word. ‘Floating. She can’t stop smiling.’

‘Maybe she’s just happy.’

Suzy shook her head. ‘It’s more than that. Something’s happened.’

‘Is she trying to get out of the weekend?’ Don asked.

‘No.’

‘Has she asked if she can bring anyone along?’

‘No, but -‘

‘Well, if she was in love she’d do one or the other, trust me.’ He picked up his papers. ‘Don’t worry about it, hon.’

Suzie shook her head again. ‘I’m not worried. She’s obviously happy and that’s good, but I’d like to know who it is.’

Don thought it was his daughter’s business and she’d tell them when she was ready, but he knew from experience not to share his opinion. ‘So why don’t you ask her?’ he said.

‘Maybe I will.’

‘Well, that’s all right then.’ He began reading again, the matter forgotten, and Suzy lay beside him, fretting. She knew it was too soon to ask but there was nothing to stop her watching her daughter’s every move.

*