TABOO TALES(erotica)

I needed no further encouragement, sliding down her panties while she tugged off her T-shirt. I slid my shorts down and Nia immediately took hold of me, sliding her hand up and down gently as she cupped my testicles.

“Oh yes, someone’s in the mood all right!” she giggled, and gasped as I slid a finger into her moist little pussy, turning into a sigh as I rubbed and slipped my finger in and out of her.

“Oh yes, Polar Bear, just like that!” she breathed, her grip on me becoming firmer as she pumped me harder, her lips more insistent as we kissed, our tongues fencing and darting against each other.

Nia rolled onto her back and her legs parted, allowing me to dip down and nibble and lick her lovely firm nipples, savouring the feel of their rubbery hardness against my teeth as I drew them out.

Her breathing quickened, and she pulled my head up to kiss me.

“Now Jamie, please…!”

I positioned myself between her thighs and leaned over her, slowly sliding my cock into her sopping pussy, feeling her open up to accommodate me, her grunt of pleasure as I filled her with myself. She wrapped her hands around my neck and pulled me down to her, kissing me as I began pumping into her in a regular rhythm, her hips rising up to meet me as she ground her pussy against me.

We pumped and ground at each other, in perfect opposition, as I pumped down, she rose up to meet me, our movements speeding up, gaining urgency as we approached our mutual climax, my whole world centered around pleasuring this beautiful girl who loved me, and I loved above all else, my sexy, sassy, exotic sister.

When her orgasm hit her, Nia cried out loud, her hands gripping my shoulders like talons and her head thrown back to show her neck muscles and tendons in sharp relief as her pussy massaged my cock, the ripples as she clenched and unclenched in time to the waves crashing through her milking me. I couldn’t hold back any longer and jetted my sperm deep inside her, long, fast spurts blasting out of me, one after the other, until I had no more, and my cock dry-heaved as my climax slowly eased and finally faded.

The ripples and sucking sensation gradually died away, and her hips dropped back down to the bed, to pull me to her and kiss me hard and with serious intent.

“I love you, Nguye’t Morrison, did I ever tell you?” I asked her, nuzzling her and finally grazing on her lips.

“I love you too, Polar Bear, don’t ever forget that!” she grinned as she broke our kiss, and I realised I could see her much more clearly now. Dawn would be breaking soon, and we both needed to get some more rest before Nia’s big day started in earnest.

We came down for breakfast at 8:30, mum already in the kitchen grilling bacon and sausages, making toast and scrambling eggs, how one tiny woman did all those at the same time was beyond me, but she’d long perfected the art of making the difficult look easy, and the impossible merely slightly difficult. Mum sat with us while the coffee was brewing, and smiled knowingly at us, Nia, and probably me as well, going scarlet as she realised mum had heard us in the early morning.

Mum handed me the butter and said “Naughty little boy!” grinning all the time.

Nia piped up. “Mum, about this morning, I…!” and mum just shushed her, smiling broadly.

“It alright, you live together, you supposed to do this things. Besides, it give daddy ideas…!” she smiled archly.

I choked on my coffee. No, no, no, no! Too much information! Oh Dear God, please rewind so I didn’t just hear that…

Nia looked stunned, her face paling as she took in what mum had just said, then she started to blush again, and my ears were boiling hot as I reddened again.

Mum looked at us with that half-smile on her face, one eyebrow raised, then turned away and went back to making toast, humming under her breath.

Dad came in then, trailed his hand over the back of my head and walked over to mum and hugged her, kissed the top of her head and sat down at the table, that knowing grin pasted on his face as well. I braced myself for one of his not-questions, or some thinly-veiled innuendo, but he just buttered some toast as he grinned at the two of us. This was getting too weird, so I excused myself, took my plate and went through to the lounge, anywhere to escape the thought of the two of them awake, listening, grinning, getting… Eeuwww!

Nia came found me. “OK , that was more than slightly weird, and huge creepy, never again are we going to do anything like that again in this house! They might as well have been standing there with their ears pressed to the walls!”

She suddenly giggled. “You should have seen your face, you looked like you’d just bitten into a slug!”

She got up and went to shut the door.

“Jamie, I found out some more about Hu’e, got a description of her from mum, and it wasn’t easy, believe me. Anyway, I saw something about a child who matches that description in …!”

I cut her short. “Not today, Nia, this can wait, it has to. If you go digging through that stuff again this morning you won’t want to leave it to go and graduate! First things first!”

She looked rebellious, but calmed down as she thought about what I’d said.

“OK Jamie, then you help me remember, OK? Mum said she had a birthmark on the left side of her neck, just like her. One of the children Thuyet abducted in 1983 from Hoa Hiep, in the Lien Chieu district in Da Nang, where mum lived, was described with the same thing; he said it was a girl, end of 1983, ‘sinh danh dau vao phia ben trai cua co cua co; birth mark on the left side of her neck’! Jamie, that was Hu’e, and we know where she was taken! I listed all the purchasers’ names he’d given, and I remember that one because it seemed the most likely match for her. We know where she went!”

I had to calm her down, now she was becoming agitated, so I compromised.

“OK Nia, this is what you do. When we get back to the flat, I want you to highlight and annotate that child on your spreadsheet and email it to me. I know, from what I’ve learned, the babies stolen from Vietnam, Cambodia and Laos go through Luang Prabang in Laos to the Snake-Head people-trafficking gangs in Chiang Rai in Thailand, and from there to Chiang Mai, and are sold and sent out into the world from there, so the best chance of tracking her is a guy I sort of know in the Thai Border Protection Force on the Laos/Thai border. I’ll email your spreadsheet and ask him nicely to have a dig-around, find out which of the snake-head gangs was operating in the area in 1983. If he can find that out, I’ll take a trip, and no, you can’t come; a girl like you is worth a great deal more than any baby out there, you won’t be safe for an instant, so you stay here. Deal?”

She nodded, pleased to actually have a plan, and with that, we decided to head home, we needed to get changed and get Nia to the LSE Old Building to get her cap and gown and photograph. Mum and dad would be at the Peacock for 12:30, so we’d see them then.

The ceremony was all it promised to be; almost 150 Law graduates and their families, speeches from the Senior faculty, and the Commencement Speech given by the Course Director in his red Rector’s robe and soft black hat, then all the graduates were called on stage to be congratulated and shake hands with the Dean of the School.

Eventually Nia was called, mum weeping and even dad looking a little teary as she was called.

“Nguye’t Laura Morrison!” and Nia walked across the stage beaming, to shake hands with the Course Director and Dean of the School, everyone applauding as she joined the ranks of graduated students on the left side of the auditorium.

When the ceremony was over, we took photographs outside, then returned to the old Building for a wine and canapes buffet laid on for the new graduates, and after we’d toasted Nia, and I’d gotten a big and very heartfelt kiss from her, dad not looking pained, for a change, he nodded at me and tapped his pocket.

“Nia,” I began, “I know how much this means to you, and to celebrate, I have a little surprise for you” I took the package dad handed me. “When we’ve finished here, we’re going to St. Pancras. We have a Eurostar to catch, we’re going to Paris!”

Nia was speechless. I know the bracelet was her graduation gift, but that was for her; this was for both of us. We needed to get away, recharge, just be a young couple for a while. This whole thing with Hu’e was eating us up, and I wanted Nia to get some perspective back in her life, be a 22 year-old girl for a while instead of the vengeful seeker of justice stance she was increasingly adopting.

Mum and dad had picked up the flight bag I had packed for us the previous evening, while Nia was so preoccupied with the papers I had brought back, stashing it in the car, so we collected it and stopped a passing black cab, kissing mum and waving off dad as we left to go to Paris.

The journey was amazing. Once we cleared the tunnel, the train flashed along at nearly 250km and hour, and in just over 2 hours we were standing on the platform at Gare Du Nord in Paris. We hailed a taxi and went to the hotel I’d booked, the Hotel du Collectionneur Arc de Triomphe on rue de Courcelles, in the 8th Arrondissement, looking towards the Arc de Triomphe.

The room was magnificent, Nia quite overwhelmed by the view, looking directly down the Avenue de Wagram to the Arc de Triomphe on the Champs Elysees, and the fact that the hotel was convenient for Montmartre, Les Invalides, the Louvre, the Jardin des Tuileries, and the Luxembourg Palace.

“So, darling, are you pleased with your gift?” I asked her, grinning, and watched her eyes soften.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Oh Jamie, you already gave me such a lovely gift, you didn’t have to do this as well!” she murmured, “But I’m really glad you did!”

“Right, Nia,” I said, “what do you want to do first?”

She looked at me for a second. “What I would really love to do, is find a cafe and drink coffee on the sidewalk and eat patisserie!”

I had a quick word with the maitre and followed his recommendation, finding a really nice bistro with sidewalk seating and waiter service, and we ordered cafe, brioche, tarte tartin, and pain au chocolat and watched Paris while we munched our patisserie. At last, Nia seemed to be relaxing, that edginess I’d been seeing starting to dissipate, her eyes bright and interested in something else for a change.