TABOO TALES(erotica)

It had been over two years now since Michelle and I were married. We had a really nice wedding, not too expensive, but well decorated and fun. Michelle agreed not to spend too much on the photos and videos and instead we put our money into great food at the reception, and a DJ who brought a great attitude and had a lot of good music. All our family and friends had had a blast and we knew it was a success when even Michelle’s grandmother joined the dancing, cane and all.

Jen and I even shared a dance together, laughing together as whispered some of our memories of the unbelievable things we did together three years prior. We were both happy now, she with James and I with Michelle, and we were both very supportive of each other and content that we were forever together in the way that mattered.

Michelle and I had remained in the town we grew up in. We bought a little house and Michelle had taken up gardening while I tried a few hobbies, being most successful with woodworking. She was enjoying her work at the nursing home and was due for a promotion after her recent training. I often teased her that it was her figure and her strawberry-blond hair that helped her keep the old men under control and not the training she had. I was probably right too. And just as she was enjoying her work, I was doing well at my company, now having my own office and working hard to maintain a strong list of customers.

Jen and James had been married a year ago in a church on the other side of town. They opted for a more traditional ceremony and had their reception in the old, gray, stone hall of the church. The setting was gorgeous, with the candles and flowers they had picked out. Jen looked stunning in her wedding dress. Her dark brown hair was braided along the sides of her head and cascading halfway down her back. Her veil was held to her head by a delicate crown of ribbon that had been wrapped in with flowers. James looked good too, having obviously bulked up from all his work at the garage. They made a great couple together and everyone appreciated and enjoyed their wedding.

Jen and James had moved out of state soon after their marriage, and it was rare that we got to see them. However, it wasn’t long before we got word that Jen was pregnant, so a visit was in order. Things didn’t work out well for us as we tried to plan. Michelle’s workplace had undergone some management changes and the was unable to get away. I had other engagements besides work, and also could not get the time free.

It was actually almost seven months later when my schedule cleared up. Unfortunately, Michelle was still unable to go, but she urged me to make the visit anyhow to see Jen and James. It took another week before we had made all the arrangements, but I finally arrived one Friday evening.

When Jen greeted me at the door, my heart stuck in my throat. She looked absolutely beautiful. It had been so long since I had seen her, yet she looked just as pretty and joyful and sexy as when she was a senior in high school. All the memories of our sexual experimentation came roaring back into my head in just the few seconds it took for her to happily shout my name and hug me. I felt her swollen stomach and breasts press against me and smelled the perfume of her hair as I returned the embrace.

“Come in! I’m so glad you could finally get here! It’s so good to see you!” she gushed as she stepped out of the doorway and I grabbed my bags and stepped in.

She showed me into the guest bedroom where I dropped my stuff off, then led me into the living room. The scent of some Italian meal was in the air, awaking my hunger. I sat down on one of the sofas and Jen sat next to me, giddy with excitement. She was wearing a loose blue shirt and jeans, both obviously maternity clothes, and her feet were bare.

“Where’s James at?” I asked.

“Oh, he’s working late at the garage tonight. He’ll be home soon. They do the work on the trucks for the Post Office and a few were dropped off today.” She explained.

Then, after a moment, I realized she was just gazing at me.

“Um, Jen? You there?” I teased.

She laughed. “Sorry! It’s… I’m glad you’re here.” She said, smiling.

I looked at her, and she looked into my eyes, still smiling.

“I’ve missed you too.” I told her.

She grinned more, then took a breath and looked away. “Okay, okay, I have to get dinner ready. You just relax.”

“Oh no you don’t!” I protested. “I’ll not have my pregnant sister do all the work while I sit around! Let me help out.”

She agreed and, after I helped her up, we went into the kitchen and got the meal ready. James arrived home and greeted me warmly. We all had dinner and enjoyed a good evening visiting. Jen went to bed earlier than James and I, but it wasn’t long before I turned in too.

When I awoke the next morning, I found I had slept in pretty late. I got dressed and found my way to the bathroom, then went in search of Jen and James.

I made my towards the living room where I could hear music. Entering the room, I say my sister standing in front of the TV, working out to an exercise video. She had her hair pulled back tight in a ponytail and was wearing a white sports bra and gray sweats. Her stomach was bare, and my breath stuck in my lungs for a moment as I admired her in her pregnant glory. She was sitting on a large, blue, yoga ball with her hands on her neck, elbows pointed out to each side as she followed the video’s lead.

I stepped over and sat down on the couch where she could see me. She glanced over and smiled, but looked back at the screen, puffing with exertion as she worked to keep her seat while gently bending to work one side of her abs.

Her face was rosy and she was sweating from her workout. I could tell that the pregnancy was making her face just a little puffy, and it looked like her breasts has swelled a bit as well. She had put on some weight, but it only served to amplify her womanly curves as she had done a great job keeping her arms and legs toned. Her butt was a little rounder, her hips and chest a little wider, but that was all. And it made her look great. Especially with that big, round belly hanging out there, stretching her skin tight.

She glanced back at me and a suspicious grin spread across her face.

“Are you going to sit there and watch me the whole time?” she asked.

I just sat back and smiled. “It’s the best thing I have going on right now.” She smiled, then turned her attention back to the screen.

I silently gazed at her, love and pride filling my heart. She was such a beautiful girl and she would make a beautiful mother. It just showed in the way she carried herself. Her eyes now carried that kind and patient look, like she knows more than she’s going to let on. She looked peaceful and yet determined at the same time. Seeing her there, ponytail wagging back and forth as she worked to keep herself fit even while pregnant, I knew her child was going to grow up loved and cared for.

A few minutes later, the video was over and she asked me to help her up off the ball. After she gained her footing, I then helped her sit down on the floor where she could stretch out.

“Mark, would it bother you if I took off my bra?” she asked, stretching an arm over her head.

I laughed. “What do you think? But won’t James mind just a little?”

“Oh, he had to go to the garage for a few hours. It’s just you and me, bro.” She said, smiling.

“Uh, well, yeah. Go ahead. Please!” I said.

She laughed, then reached down and pulled the edge of her bra up, releasing her full breasts, then pulled the wet fabric over her head and tossed it to the side.

“Oh my gosh! That thing was killing me!” she said, cradling her naked breasts in her hands. She quickly rubbed them to get the feeling back and resumed her stretching. I was fascinated seeing how her breasts rubbed against the top of her stomach in the position she was in. She glanced over and grinned. “Mark! You’re staring!” she said with giggly embarrassment.

“Sorry sis, you are incredibly hot.” I said, smiling at her.

She changed arms and said, “Oh yeah, even though I’m so fat.”

I made a face and said, “Hey, shut up! Don’t you dare think that. You look fantastic. You look like a million bucks.”

Jen thought about that. She reached out and took hold of her thigh and leaned forward, just a little. Her glistening breasts pushed against her round stomach. The freckles sprinkled on her shoulders stood out well in the light.

“So, do I still turn you on, even like this?” she asked, looking up at me.

“My god yes.” I admitted.

She giggled. “Prove it.” She looked at me with a daring grin.

I stood up and gestured at the mound of my erection bulging in my pants.

“Mark! I mean show me! Don’t mess around with me. I’m pregnant and I want to see it!” she scolded, laughing at the end.

This was great. I unbuckled my belt, undid the front of my jeans, then spread them open and pulled the front of my briefs down to expose my penis to her. She looked fully at it and smiled.

“Hey, I remember you!” she said, merrily.

“Oh trust me, he hasn’t forgotten you.” I said.

She smiled. “Bring him over here, let’s see if he really does remember me.”

I walked up to her and she reached up and put her hand on my dick, pulling it down. It was like heaven having her touch me again.

She looked up at me with shining eyes and said, “Come here, come to mama…” then she leaned closer and slid my penis between her lips. Her mouth closed around my shaft and her tongue began to slide across my stiff flesh.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.