TABOO TALES(erotica)

I was the first to wake up, and I had a brief period of confusion before realizing where I was. Still curled up against me, Tanya slept with her lips barely parted. I looked around, gently lifting one hand to clear my eyes and letting it rest on the back of the couch.

During the night I had hardly turned my eyes from Tanya as we talked and I had not seen much at all of her apartment. I was surprised to find that the girls in my lap, the girl who so enjoyed working on engines, seemed to have a fascination with dragonflies and butterflies. They adorned her counters and shelves as wire, glass or clay sculptures, they decorated her walls in framed artwork, and were even sewn into the very blanket covering us.

It was just then that I realized that her earrings were also miniature dragonflies. I felt a bit foolish that I had not noticed this before.

The morning sun was shining brightly through one of her windows and I admired the hanging plants that she had somehow coaxed to bloom indoors. I also noticed a picture frame by the window with a man’s face – oddly enough the only picture in the room of a person – I realized it must be her grandfather.

It may have been a half hour later when she finally stirred and rubbed her eyes. She laid her hand on my chest and sighed, smiling, her eyes still somewhat closed. She stifled a yawn and stretched, then lifted her chin to look up at me. I smiled at her, loving the way a lock of her dark brown hair had fallen over her forehead. She made no effort to move it, and smiled up at me.

“Thanks for staying with me.” She said, her voice sounding a little hoarse.

“My pleasure. Thank you for letting me stay.”

She smiled again, then rested her head on my chest again.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

“You’re the first guy I’ve ever had in my apartment.”

I ran my fingers through her hair, softly touching her head. “I’m sorry it was under these circumstances.”

I noticed her eyes dart in the direction of the window… and the picture. She let out a long sigh. “Me too.”

In a little while we both got up. Tanya came up close and gave me a tight hug, then slowly pulled me in to kiss me again, deeply. She didn’t mind as I wrapped my arms tight around her shoulders and seemed to melt against me.

She showed me to the bathroom so I could freshen up and I washed my face and neck, wet my hair and styled it as best as possible. I came out of the bathroom to find the living area empty, and walked towards where I figured the bedroom was.

The door was open halfway and I thought I saw her and stepped towards the room… and stopped. Tanya had stepped into view, facing away from me and was busy pulling her hair up in a ponytail – wearing nothing but a bra and panties. I stood there dumbly, watching her hair brushing back and forth across her nearly bare shoulders, drinking in the sight of her beautifully curved back, her waist, her legs… Someone has said that a woman’s body is a picture of eternity too great for a man to take in and that’s exactly how I felt as I looked at Tanya. Though not as thin as my sister she was built like a goddess – beautiful curves and lines… her body exuding grace in a way I’d never seen in her before.

It was several moments before I realized I should not be gazing in at her like I was without her invitation so I quietly stepped back and into the bathroom. I took a cool drink from the faucet and again splashed water on my face. She appeared in the doorway a few minutes later, smiling quietly – tiredly, and I moved to allow her room at her sink.

We talked a little more that morning and she offered to drive me to my car back at the school campus. She had a number of calls to make to her family and was going to have to leave to visit them and I knew it was time that I gave her room. However the gratefulness I saw in her eyes told me that Sara’s advice last night had been absolutely right – Tanya needed to know that I was there to protect her and rescue her when she wanted it.

The drive back to my car was quiet but it was an intimate, understanding silence. There wasn’t any reason to bother with words at the moment. I held her hand as she drove and she held mine… and held it firmly.

She gave me our third kiss just before I got out of the car… and it was even deeper and more real than the first two.

When I got home, Sara was quick to meet me at the door and pulled me into her bedroom before our parents even knew we were home.

“So, how did things go?” she asked enthusiastically, closing her door and sitting on her bed.

I proceeded to tell her some of what Tanya had shared – but not too much. And Sara didn’t want to know everything, she understood that what we’d talked about was very private for Tanya. But she did want to know about how I ended up staying the night, and especially about the kisses. She was nervous to hear about the kisses but also happy.

“I know I shouldn’t ask… but was kissing her like kissing me?” she said, looking slightly vulnerable.

I grinned and reached out my hands for hers. “Sara… kissing you is indescribable. I don’t even have words for it. It means… it just feels powerful…”

She smiled sweetly. “I know I really shouldn’t make you compare. I’m sorry.”

I grinned at her. “Your advice was perfect. Thank you for helping me get my head out of my ass.”

She giggled. “What’s a sister for?”

I left Sara’s room and went into my own, grabbing fresh cloths before heading into the shower. My dad caught me going by and teased me lightly about where I’d been last night. He let me know that he and my mom were heading out for lunch together – something they seemed to be doing pretty frequently now.

I went into the bathroom and hung my clean clothes up, then undressed and started the shower, sighing to myself as the warm water splashed over me. The steam and the heat began to ease much of my tension and I felt my muscles loosen. I closed my eyes and let the water course over my face, washing away my thoughts and concerns.

I thought I heard something and brought my head out of the water to listen for a moment. I ignored it, figuring my towel had fallen off a hook or some such thing. But as I ran my face under the water again I couldn’t escape the feeling that something was in the room with me.

This was ridiculous. I was just starting to relax and was now making myself edgy for no good reason. To satisfy my curiosity and calm down, I pulled the curtain aside to verify I was making things up… to find my sister standing, or rather, bent over, in the middle of taking off her pants. She grinned at me very sheepishly.

“You weren’t supposed to hear me.” She admitted. I was too stunned to say anything, so she finished slipping her pants and panties off, then slid her shirt off over her head and undid her bra as I stared in disbelief. Then she came up to me. “Mind if I join you?”

Eagerly, I stepped back into the spray of the shower and gave her room to step into the shower with me. She looked fantastic – fully naked, nipples hard, little red lines on her hips from her panties. She was smiling at me as she put her hair into a ponytail.

“Sara, what are you… well… I mean…” I fumbled and stammered, trying to come up with something intelligent to express my surprise and confusion.

Grinning, she whispered, “Quiet! Don’t let mom and dad hear you talking! They haven’t left yet” She stepped closer and I moved a little to let her get into the water… feeling very weird. “I thought I’d surprise you and congratulate you for last night.”

“Well… it was mostly from your help, you know.” I said quietly. She stepped closer and I gave her more room, but purposefully stayed close.

She was looking down. I didn’t realize it at first, but she was looking at my dick – now fully erect and pointed up at her. “I figured it’s been hard for you to be patient and thought it was time you had some help. Looks like you were expecting me, actually.” She teased. Then she grabbed my washcloth. “Want me to wash you down?” She giggled.

I closed my eyes and moaned. “Sara, you have got to be kidding me!”

She giggled again and grabbed the soap, working up a lather with the washcloth. “I’ll be honest. I’m not just here because I thought you might need something.” She hesitated and looked up at me, locking eyes meaningfully. Then she put the soap down and had me turn around.

It was a crazy, bizarre feeling as Sara began to wash my shoulders and neck. She held my shoulder with her free hand and ran the washcloth across my shoulders with the other. It was strange enough to have someone else washing me, stranger still that it was my own sister! But she did a good job. As I stood with the water pouring over my chest, she gently and firmly lathered my back, even running the washcloth over my butt cheeks and down my legs.

“Ok. Turn around.”

I had heard her, but it seemed my body was paralyzed. The next thing I knew, I had turned around, though I didn’t really remember doing it. I felt the water running down my back, washing the suds away as I looked at Sara standing naked in front of me, suds running down her arm from the washcloth. She stepped close, closer than I felt comfortable with at first, and began to rub the washcloth over my neck and shoulders. She worked it across my chest and sides, then down to my belly.

Then she knelt down in front of me.

Wordlessly, she slid the washcloth down the left side of my groin and onto the top of my thigh. She moved her hand and slid the soapy washcloth down my other side. Her face grew closer to my groin as she wiped the cloth over my hip. She bent her face closer, moving the washcloth over to the other side to slide it over my other hip. She put her free hand on the side of my thigh, sliding the cloth down the other, her face now mere inches from my straining erection. She slid the washcloth forward and then inside of my thigh and began pulling it up until she was cupping my balls. Very gently, she massaged my sac with her fingers and the soapy cloth, gazing at my penis as her actions caused it to tug toward her. The free hand she had on my hip slid in towards my groin. All in one action, she sighed, opened her mouth, closed her eyes and melted her lips along the length of my naked dick.

My sister’s mouth slid down, the head of my penis on her tongue.

She slid it deeper, her lips around the middle of the shaft.

Still cradling my balls with the sudsy washcloth, she pulled my penis as deep as she could get it, until it touched the back of her mouth.

The water coursed over my back and steam was rapidly rising as my sister knelt before me and took my dick into her mouth as far as she could. The air was filled with the perfume of soap and her hair clung to her back in big, wet strands. I could feel her tongue moving around my shaft as she tasted all of me. She slid her lips back until she could feel the tip of my penis on her tongue and she swirled the tip of her tongue over it like candy.

I let out a groan, and she gave me a quick glance before sliding her lips back over my shaft and luring me in once more.