TABOO TALES(erotica)

“I kind of felt like you might be having trouble tonight.” She whispered.

I raised my eyebrows. “Yeah, you could say that.”

“Is everything okay?”

I nodded, slowly. Gesturing at the power strip, I said, “It was close tonight…”

She stepped in and put her hand on my shoulder. I looked up into her eyes. They were proud and thankful. “But you didn’t do it. Thank you.” She said. Sara leaned down and gently placed her lips on my forehead in a kiss. “Thank you.” She said again, and stood back up.

There was a moment of stillness. I could feel the hairs on my arms and neck standing from the effects of her kiss.

It was as good a moment as any to bring up my concerns.

“Sara, I am really, really sorry for not talking to you.”

She shrugged, looking a bit sad. “I was mad at first, but I think I understand.”

“Should we be doing all this?” I asked.

She looked like she was about to say something, and then bit her lip, then sighed.

“I was thinking we’d need to talk about it. Are you afraid that it’s…” she trailed off.

I knew the word she was thinking. A word for a taboo subject. One that neither of us really wanted to say in front of the other.

“Well, yeah. I mean, is it?” I asked.

She shrugged. Her eyes looked into mine.

“Well it’s not like we’re ‘doing it’!” she whispered. “As far as I’m concerned, we’re just fooling around. I mean, is there some kind of line if we’re both okay with it?”

I shrugged.

Suddenly the whole thing started to feel ridiculous. “Can you even believe we’re talking about this?”

She smiled, blushing. “No.”

We were both silent for a minute. I said, “Well, I mean, if you’re comfortable and I am, and as long as we don’t do more than just fool around together… I think it’s a good deal.”

“I’m a good deal?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No, I… what? I just… shoot.” I mumbled.

She looked down at me with a quiet smile, and then knelt down in front of me. “Could you use help tonight?”

I looked at her beautiful shining eyes. “I could use your company tonight.” I told her.

She smiled. I thought twice about it but then allowed myself to reach out and softly caress her cheek. She seemed to melt against my hand.

“Do I have to be dressed to give you company?”

I grinned. “Nope!”

She bit her bottom lip and reached down and pulled her t-shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside to show me her cream-colored bra. She smoothed out her long hair and smiled up at me.

“So, are you going to take off your jeans or what?” She teased.

I groaned, smiling broadly, and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pulled them off to sit back down in my chair in a loose pair of boxers. She smiled at me and got up close, kneeling just in front of me. I reached down, nervously, and ran my hand down my thigh, then back up towards my groin. She watched, smiling, as I finally let my hand slide onto my penis and begin to massage and stroke it. I looked at her beautiful body, mesmerized by the beauty of her chest.

She saw me staring at her bra and grinned, sweetly. I smiled back. She reached her hands up and slipped the straps off her shoulders and lowered her arms, letting her bra cups slide down just a little. I shook my head and just gazed at the smooth, pink curves of her breasts. I continued stroking my dick through my boxers, savoring the feeling. She looked back at my crotch and watched me move my hand up and down over my erection. She smiled up at me, a little more nervously, and moved a little closer between my legs. Her arms were right by my knees now, so her chest was right at my arm’s reach.

I smiled back at her and continued rubbing my dick over the boxers, then thought better of it and slid my hand under the fabric to stroke my penis directly. I was careful to keep my boxers covering myself, though the way my little sister was staring it was obvious she wouldn’t have minded a little slip. I roamed my eyes over her breasts, wishing so hard that she weren’t wearing that bra, but enjoying everything I could see nonetheless.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“Do you like seeing me in my bra?”

I grinned. “Do you like seeing me jerk off while looking at you?”

“I’ll bet you’re wishing you could see more of your little sis.”

“Um, god yes!” I laughed.

She shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant. She said, “Oh, well. How’s this?” and then reached back and unhooked her bra and covered her breasts with an arm as she slipped it off. She placed her hands on her breasts and arched her back, just a little, to show off.

I couldn’t say a thing. My sister had just taken her bra off in front of me and was kneeling between my legs, holding her breasts in her hands. I couldn’t have made words if I tried. I just stared at her flawless figure and drank in her flesh as she smiled.

“And don’t you dare even think about tickling me!” she said, in jest.

I laughed. “Hmm…” I said, pulling my hand from my boxers. From the way her eyes widened, I saw that she had just been joking and was now afraid I might act on it.

“Oh, don’t you dare! Not after last time!” She said, her voice sounding worried.

I just grinned at her.

She was smiling, but trying to give me a warning look.

Being her big brother, of course I tickled her. It was awkward with an erection, but I caught her between my knees and got my hands under her armpits. She flailed, of course, and I caught glimpses of the darker flesh of her nipples as she twisted and moved, trying to keep herself covered but trying to get away. She squealed quietly and I shushed her, laughing. Finally she threw herself against me, pinning my groin against her chest and she reached her hands up under my arms and began tickling me. I flailed, and not just because of her hands.

We struggled and writhed, laughing hard, until I had one of her hands held away and she had mine firmly so we couldn’t tickle each other any longer. We gasped and laughed together and looked at each other happily. Panting as we smiled, we quickly realized the state we were in, with her naked chest pressed against my erection. We continued smiling at each other, but for a different reason now.

She worked up the courage to say, “If you want, you can go ahead…”

I was hesitant, but my dick was throbbing. “Are you sure?”

She raised her eyebrows and nodded excitedly.

“Are you really sure?” I asked again.

Looking me straight in the eye and biting her lip, she said, “Please?”

Gently, I released her arm and placed my hand on her shoulder. She let go of my other hand and wrapped her arms around me. I raised my groin to press my penis against her. Her arms wrapped tighter and she rested her head on my chest. I pushed my dick up again, sliding it between her breasts. It was hard to register that I could feel her breasts against me. They were so soft!

I drew back and slid up again. Our bodies were perspiring. Her hands held to me tightly. I pushed again. With each stroke, I began to feel the edge of my boxers coming down. I didn’t care at that point and continued my gentle thrusts. I could feel the tip of my penis emerge from the fabric. It was now against her skin. My precum and her sweat made the flesh so slippery. I pushed against her again. Sara was breathing hard. Really hard. She was so hot, so wet with sweat. Her hair was clinging to both our bodies as we embraced. Her hot breath spilled over my chest. I felt her lips tighten and kiss me once, and then again. As I pushed my erection between her breasts she gave in and hungrily began kissing my chest, gasping and quietly moaning into me.

I cradled her head and ran my fingers through her hair. I heard her whimper. It was too much.

… I felt it building, throbbing… felt the throbbing pressure grow stronger and stronger… I held it… I held on… she whimpered again… it kept building… I held her tight… clutched her head to my chest… she kissed me again and whimpered, “Cum on me…”.

I burst! My cum boiled out and shot between us in strong gushes, drenching our skin with semen. She moaned and rubbed her chest up and down against me as my penis pulsed and shot my seed onto her. I groaned with each shot, holding her tightly. Cum had splashed up onto my chest and on her neck, slid down between my legs and dribbled down her belly. Streaks of my semen covered us both as we panted and writhed together.

Sara was gasping, trembling. Without warning, she turned her head in and started kissing my chest again hungrily. I felt her grab her breasts again and felt her kneading them in her hands as her lips crawled over my wet skin, working down. When her chin bumped the wet tip of my still-engorged penis, she quickly jerked her head back up, exhaled, and kissed my chest once more.

Sara opened her eyes and looked up at me. I could only admire the sight she was: her hair was all wet, her forehead glistening, holding her cum-splashed breasts in her hands.

We smiled at each other. It was a smile that said we both knew we should stop, but wanted more. I slipped the band of my boxers back up to cover myself and she turned around and picked her bra up off the floor. I grabbed a few tissues from a box on my desk and gave them to her and she cleaned herself off, facing away, then got her bra and shirt back on.

I went and sat on my bed and she sat with me for a moment. We just sat in silence for a little bit, enjoying the intimacy. Eventually she stood, stretched and gave me a hug. Giving me a smile over her shoulder, she left my room and shut the door after herself.