TABOO TALES(erotica)

In the air conditioning vent above the dressing table the camera that Dirk had put it there the day before peered down into the room. As Ben carried his sister to the bed it awoke, its lens adjusting to the light and the movement, and the images it captured flowed to its little silicon drive. It watched as Ben undressed his sister, his fingers busy on the buttons and zips, sliding each article of clothing off her body until she lay on the bed naked, staring up at him with hungry eyes. It saw him fling off his own clothes to stand before her, his phallus rearing up from his loins, the head fully exposed and glistening with his juice; and it heard her soft cry of desire as she crouched before him, her hands on his thighs as she took him into her mouth.

Ben could see her eyes on his, clear and steady, watching his expression as he slid in and out of her mouth. Her hair swung back and forth in a shining curtain and her breasts swayed slightly, the nipples as hard as granite pebbles. He could see how she changed the angle and pressure of her mouth as he fucked her, tilting her head back slightly to better accommodate the glans against the back of her throat, then gripping down slightly as he withdrew, her mouth forming a tight ring around the shaft as if her lips were trying to draw him back in. He placed his hands on her head and closed his eyes, savouring the delicious sensation of her tongue flicking against him, envisaging the soft press of her flesh against the bell-end. He thought about coming into her this way, picturing how his seed would gush into her mouth and how she would slacken her lips to allow it to dribble and ooze around his shaft to drip over her chin as she looked up at him.

Chelsea must have read it in his face. She withdrew his cock from her lips and smiled up at him. “No, Ben. Not this time. I need you inside me.” She reclined on the mattress and opened her legs in invitation. “Come and fuck me, Ben.”

He gripped her calves and rolled them upwards, rotating her hips so that she was almost folded double, her thighs parallel with the warm, pliant flesh of her body. Her sex was pushed upwards, opening like a piece of luscious fruit, the lips drawn back and the thick cream of her nectar shining in the soft light, and below it the tight crinkled portal of her anus. A few of the rose petals had stuck to her thighs, blood red against the golden lustre of her skin, and he brushed them away with his fingertips, acknowledging the warm plasticity of her flesh. He was as swollen as he had ever been, his cock rearing up thick and red and angry, and it bobbed as he climbed over her, like a hungry snake seeking its prey.

Ben engaged the head of his cock against her vulva and watched as he thrust down into the slim form of his sister below him. Her labia were nudged aside, and the glans displaced the juices gathered at the mouth of her pussy as it dipped into her body. He could see her cream transferred to his shaft as he slid into her, clinging to the turgid flesh as warm and thick as molten honey. The prolificacy of her cunt was something that always turned him on: he knew that within a few minutes her juices would completely coat his cock and his balls, creaming to a light froth with the friction of their flesh and trickling down over her anus to stain the sheets. Despite her wetness he could feel the tightness of her channel, his prick levering aside the walls of her vagina as it burrowed deeper, reaching into the warmth of her belly.

She was gasping underneath him, her hands gripping her thighs to hold them open. She could not move much in this position – all she could do was lie there and be impaled, helpless underneath him. She could feel the relentless slide of his rod, pressing open the soft, wet flesh of her insides, and she could feel the elastic stretch of her vulva as it struggled to accommodate him. The penetration seemed to go on forever, sliding deeper and deeper into her body, until at last she felt the press of his thighs against her buttocks as he bottomed out.

“Jesus, Ben,” she whispered. “Wait… wait. Christ, you’ve got bigger!”

He groaned in bliss, reveling in the tight velvet grip of her vagina and the heat of her body. “No, Sis, you’ve got tighter.”

For a long moment they were still, his full length was embedded inside her, the great purple head lodged against her cervix and his balls pressed hard against her anus. She was impaled by his shaft, transfixed by its length and girth. Her eyes were on his face, heavy-lidded with lust as she savoured her subjugation, and her hands fluttered like little sparrows against the hard muscles of his back.

And then he began a slow withdrawal, feeling the long slide of his flesh exiting from the warmth of her body, and the clinging suck of her vulva as it gripped him. He watched as his shaft appeared, slick with her juices, glistening in the soft golden light until only the very tip was held within her. For a moment he balanced there and then he felt her hands drawing him down, a mute plea to fill her again, and he complied.

The sound of their lovemaking filled the room: the groans and grunts of their pleasure, the rhythmic squeaking of the bed and the soft, sucking noise of their bodies joining and parting. Her ankles were up by her ears now, her body bent into a “U”, and he was plunging downwards with each thrust, her body bouncing underneath him. Her vulva was soaking, sopping wet, rimmed with froth where he penetrated her. He varied the angle of his cock as he fucked her, rotating his hips so his rod pounded every corner of her cunt. He watched her face, the sheen of sweat on her brow, and the gleam of her teeth behind her open, pouting lips. She was turning her head from side to side, the prelude to her first orgasm, her muscles tensing as the spiral of her pleasure swept her upwards. She reached forward and grasped her brother’s hips, directing his thrusts, spurring him on so that he fucked her deeper and harder as she reached for her climax, and her voice was gusty and disjointed.

“Fuck me, Ben, fuck your baby sister. Feel me around you…. feel my tight cunt.”Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

His own voice was strained as he laboured above her. “Fuck, Chelsea!! Fuck that’s good! I love your tight cunt around me – sucking me in -”

“Christ, Ben…. I’m cumming…. its here, Ben…. Fuck, its here – so hot -”

The camera recorded the thin, high wail of her ecstasy as she came, and it watched her hands fluttering on his back. It saw the muscles of Ben’s back and legs tighten as he reached his own orgasm, his hips thrusting forward to bury his shaft deep into his sister, and it heard his primeval grunts as he unleashed jets of sperm deep into her body. It saw his balls pulsing, pumping their contents into the wriggling girl beneath him, and it observed how her cunt milked him, grasping at his shaft like a hungry mouth to draw out his seed.

At length Ben rolled off and lay on his back beside her. Chelsea cuddled up next to him, her lips close to his ear.

“Did anyone ever tell you you’re a great fuck, Mr. Rogers?” she whispered.

“All the time.”

She laughed. “What about girls? What do they say?”

“Who said anything about girls?”

“Ah, silly of me,” she said. “I just assumed -”

“- that I like girls?” He propped himself up on one elbow and gazed down at her. “Whatever gave you that idea?”

“Just an observation.” She smiled at him, her grey eyes sparkling. “It seems to me that whenever you see tits or pussy, you get horny… isn’t that right?”

Ben looked at her lying next to him, the candlelight soft on her skin. Her hair was like a golden curtain on the pillow, and her lips were slightly open, her little white teeth gleaming behind them. He reached up and touched her mouth gently with his fingertips, watching as she dabbed at them with the tip of her little pink tongue before moving her head upwards to suck his forefinger into her mouth. It sank in like a miniature prick entering her body, into her warmth and wetness, and he felt his cock twitch in response. “Only your tits and pussy, Chelsea,” he said.

She released his finger. “Oh, so I’m the only woman you’d fuck – is that right?”

He smiled. “Absolutely.”

“Tell me why.”

“Do you have seven or eight hours to spare?”

She laughed. “Tell me why. Tell me three things.”

He sat up, still looking down at her. “Three things? How about this, and this, and…. this?” He touched each nipple, and brushed his finger across her vulva to illustrate his point.

“No, no. Tell me why you’ll only fuck me.”

“Oh, right.” He thought about it. “Um, well, there’s…. um…. er…. um”

Chelsea laughed and slapped him on the shoulder. “You beast! Tell me!”

Ben looked down at her again, and his expression softened. “Because I love you. Because you are beautiful, and because you are a truly magnificent fuck.” He smiled. “Not necessarily in that order, of course.”

“What about being your sister? Does that count for anything?”

He nodded. “I didn’t realise until I almost lost you, Chelsea, but you’re right. It’s funny, isn’t it – I worried about not being able to live with you because you are my sister, but it adds a whole new dimension to our love life.”

“In what way?” She persisted.

“Because it’s totally wrong,” Ben said. “Because brothers and sisters are just not supposed to be so intimate with each other… they’re supposed to squabble and gripe.” He gazed down at her. “When I entered your body that first time it felt like the whole world had tilted over,” he said, “and it still does.” He reached down and placed his hand over her pussy, feeling the heat of her body radiating from the opening like a little oven. “That’s my sperm in there… deep inside you, Chelsea… and that just blows my mind away. Can you imagine? Your eggs and my sperm, mixed together deep inside you, each carrying the same blueprint.” He smiled. “Every part of you is already half of me, Chelsea, and I love it…. I love you for it.” He was silent for a while, thinking, and then he spoke again. “And I love the feeling I get when we meet people, too… their assumption that we are just a brother and sister out together – never realising what we do to each other every day.”