TABOO TALES(erotica)

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‘Jesus, Jason! Get the fuck out!’ Ellie’s voice was shrill. ‘Get out, get out!’

Jason gaped at his sister, his mouth opening and closing a few times like a startled goldfish. It had all happened so quickly she hadn’t had time to cover her pussy and the image of its soft, wet lips were seared into his mind.

‘Get out!’ she screeched again, ‘and shut the fucking door!’

Jason retreated rapidly and Ellie was left staring after him with her heart thudding. How dare he! It wasn’t like their rooms were next to each other: his was down the hall and even the shared bathroom was two doors down. She thought the sneaky shit must have crept down the hallway and decided to bust in because he thought it would be funny… and anyway, what the fuck was he doing home at this time? He should have been at work learning to do his job, rather than creeping around the house, perving.

Ellie’s mind turned towards what he would have seen: her naked breasts… legs wide apart… the vibrator… her face screwed up in pleasure. Jesus! Her anger gave way to humiliation, followed immediately by another, even more disturbing thought. How long had he been there? She hadn’t heard the door open and it was only when she opened her eyes to watch herself that she’d seen him. A few seconds? A minute? She tried to remember how long she’d been at it, but time seemed to get lost when she played with herself. So how long had her eyes been shut? A minute at least… enough for him to been there, watching as she plunged the vibrator into her body, seeing the shine of her juices on its smooth glossy surface and hearing her little sighs and grunts of pleasure.

A wave of embarrassment surged through her again and she groaned aloud. Fuck, Fuck! Who would he tell? She imagined he would be texting his dodgy little friends at this very moment … hey, guess what? Just caught El with a vibrator up her pussy lol. She knew some of his friends – horrible creatures who seemed to think of nothing but getting their ends away. Their simple little brains would think she was some sort of nympho… fair game for their sick jokes and probably worth a crack to see if they could get some. The more she thought about it the more her heart sank.

Her fingers idly manipulated the soft, wet lips of her pussy but her heart wasn’t in it and she withdrew them with a sigh before slipping out of bed and pulling on her shorts and a tank top. She stood before the full-length mirror for a moment to check her hair, her fingers touching it briefly. The face that stared back at her was small and round… an elfin face, her mother said, graced by a pair of grey eyes that seemed too big, a little turned up nose and a pair of soft, full lips that seemed to smile a lot, although they weren’t now. For a moment she stood on tiptoe – an unconscious reaction to her short height and slender build – and then she turned and moved to the door.

Jason’s bedroom door was shut and Ellie hesitated for a moment. Her instinct was to burst in, just as he had done, but part of her acknowledged that her door had been ajar whilst his was shut – and besides, if she did that she would be no better than him; and so she knocked and waited, her heart beating in angry anticipation.

No sound came from behind the door. She knocked again, louder.

‘Jason! I know you’re in there!’ Nothing. She rattled the handle angrily.

‘Jason! I want to talk to you!’

‘Uh… just a moment.’ His voice was strained, and Ellie stood impatiently outside, wondering what he was doing. She raised her fist to bang on the door again but it was suddenly opened and he was there before her. He flinched and stepped back and for a moment the two regarded each other.

‘I thought you were going to hit me,’ he explained. There was sheepish expression on his face.

Ellie put down her fist. ‘I should. You deserve it.’ Her eyes searched his face. ‘What the fuck were you doing bursting into my room like that?’© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Jason studied his feet. ‘Uh, nothing.’

‘Crap! You don’t come into my room for nothing! What were you doing?’

‘I… um, well, I heard something.’ His face was red. ‘I came out of the bathroom and turned to go to my room, but I heard something… I thought we might have a burglar.’ His eyes flickered to hers briefly before sliding away. ‘I didn’t know you were home, honest El.’

Ellie envisaged the sound he had heard: a moan, perhaps, or the soft hiss of her breath as the vibrator slid into her. His explanation was probably true, but it didn’t solve her problem.

‘I guess you saw me then?’ she said. ‘I mean… well, you know – um, doing it?’ She watched as her brother nodded, his eyes still on the floor.

‘So who are you going to tell?’ she asked.

Jason’s eyes flashed to her face. ‘No one, Ellie – honest. I won’t tell anyone. I wouldn’t -‘

‘Not your friends?’

‘Hell no!’

‘Not our parents!’

‘No.’ He shook his head again. ‘No one – I promise.’

Ellie studied him for a moment. ‘If you do I’ll make your life fucking miserable,’ she threatened.

Jason nodded, his head bobbing up and down like a marionette. ‘I know.’

‘I mean it!’

‘And I do, too,’ he said. ‘Really. I won’t tell a soul.’

‘All right.’ She glanced around his room. The computer chair was pushed under the desk, so he hadn’t been sat on it, and his phone was nowhere to be seen. So what had he been doing when she knocked? She looked at the rumpled bed and in a moment of insight imagined him lying on it, his hands busy as he remembered what he’d just seen. Her eyes flicked to his crotch to confirm her suspicions, and then to his face to see the guilt and confusion in his eyes.

‘All right,” she repeated. ‘Just remember what I said.’

‘I will… uh – I’m sorry, Ellie.’ Jason watched as she turned away and he shut the door quietly behind her, and he lay back on his bed to think.

Jason Montgomery Paige was not a virgin. He’d lost that a few months ago to an accommodating girl called Mary, whose generosity in dispensing sexual favours was only exceed by the size of her humongous chest. He remembered fondling her breasts behind the sports pavilion one night, marveling at their weight and how they spilled into his hands like… well, like nothing he had ever known before. They swamped his senses – the flesh warm and resilient, soft and yet firm at the same time. Amazing mounds of quivering, beautiful perfumed perfection that somehow, just by touching them, forged an instant connection with his cock to make it longer and harder than he could ever remember.

There was clearly a similar connection between Mary’s rubbery nipples and her pussy, too. He remembered how she had started moaning as soon as he touched them, whispering in a quivering voice that he made her wet: and when she hoisted up her skirt he saw in the dim light that it was true – she was oozing juice from the scarlet gash between the white, dimpled thighs. Amazing.

And so Jason had fucked her, delighting in the delicious grip of her cunt as she grunted and moaned underneath him. He’d only done it once and that was understood: for once a name had been carved on Mary’s bedstead she always moved on to new prey. But it had been enough, for in the solitude of Jason’s room the memory of her pussy had persisted for weeks – a lingering picture that fuelled the image of what he had done to that wet little opening between her bulging thighs.

Since then he’d had a couple of others, too. No one special – just girls he had picked up, who had drunk too much and needed a quick fuck to satisfy themselves. They had forgotten his name by the next day, just as he had forgotten theirs; but the feeling of their soft, perfumed bodies and the images of their pouting lips and twitching thighs lingered a little longer before they faded too. Looking back on it Jason thought each of them had been a pleasant experience, but he was left with a curiously empty feeling.

But now, in a single moment of time, his definition of excitement had been forever redefined. He had gone to his sister’s room to confront an intruder, pushing the door open silently, his heart hammering and his feet poised to flee. And instead… well, there she was, stark bollocky naked on the bed with her face screwed up and her fingers at her crotch. He remembered the initial shock: the punch of embarrassment at catching her this way – and the immediate realisation that her eyes were tightly shut and she hadn’t heard him, and that if he crept back she would never know.

But he couldn’t. His feet were glued to the floor and he let his eyes roam over her. Ellie, his sister. Little Ellie, five foot two in her stockinged feet. Never seen naked before, at least not since she was a toddler, and now here she was, with every delicious curve and hill and valley displayed to his incredulous gaze. His head told him to turn away and run like a thief in the night, but he could no more do that than hack off his arm with a blunt axe.

And so he stood like a column of stone and his eyes drank her in – flashing, stark images like a strobe firing a dark room: her thighs open, knees raised; the slender curve of her calves and the glossy perfection of her skin. The delicate fingers, pink-tipped, gripping the stem of a dildo half buried inside her. He recalled with breath-taking clarity the contrast of colours – the glossy black rod, shining with moisture, and the pink the vaginal lips clinging to it. Pink and black – the colours of sin. He watched as it disappeared inside her, saw her back arch and the ecstasy on her face; heard the hiss of breath from her lungs. He saw her lashes thick and dark upon her cheeks and her bottom lip caught between her little white teeth, and he drank in the sight of her breasts – like apples, firm and round and perfect, capped by swollen nipples just begging to be sucked. And all the time her fingers moved, plunging the slippery shaft into that tight little gateway to her body.