TABOO TALES(erotica)

“That was… amazing, Jamie, absolutely fabulous, oh my God it was good!” she grinned. “I hope you’re ready for more, there’s something I want to do, and I’ve been saving it for now!”

I pulled her closer to me, kissing her as I fondled her taut little backside, squeezing and massaging her cheeks, marvelling at the soft firmness and springy roundness of them, my cock already hard and limbered-up.

“Jamie, I want you to make love to me, be my first, OK?” She whispered. I must have looked surprised, given how well she’d blown me earlier, because she smiled. “Yes, Jamie, I’m a virgin, and I want you to be the one to make me not be a virgin anymore, please? It’s OK, I’m on the pill, mum put me on the pill years ago, just in case!”

I was conflicted now. She wanted to do this, with me, and God, did I want to do this with her, but again, it seemed like an awfully wide line to cross. Nia must have sensed what I was thinking, as she reached up to pull my head down to kiss me.

“It’s OK, Jamie, all bets are off now, we’ve broken the taboo, this is just another part of what we’ve already done, and maybe it’s the best part! I want this, I so want this with you, it was always only ever going to be you; if I had to wait a thousand years for you, I would, but I don’t; you’re here, now, with me, and I love you. Love me back, and make me yours this way, to go with all the other ways I’ve always been yours!”

Her appeal hit me at an emotional level, one where the real me lurked, the one that didn’t care she was my sister, only that she was desirable, and willing. I knew that what she’d said was true, had somehow always known it, and, I suppose, I’d also known that someday this day would come, and that I could choose; take what she offered, be what she wanted, admit what I felt for her and try and make a life with her; or refuse, turn away, walk away from her, and live a life of what if, try and forget what had already happened, try and be only her older brother, watch her become everything to someone else, and hope and pray that one day my decision to refuse would never come back to haunt me.

As I looked into her eyes, I knew that I wanted her, had never wanted anything or anyone like I wanted her; and it wasn’t only a need of the flesh. Nia had been a part of my life for so long, I knew in the bone, and the blood, and the depths of me that I couldn’t have a complete life without her in it. There had always been a part of me that I had never shown to anyone, given to anyone, shared with anyone; now I knew why. It had always been for Nia only.

My acceptance must have shown in my eyes, and two big tears welled up in her eyes as she saw me choose her. My head dipped down to kiss her once, a betrothal kiss, a seal, if you like, linking us together like a puzzle ring, and then I was moving between her outstretched thighs, holding myself up on outstretched arms as she held me and positioned me at her flushed, swollen entrance. When she was ready she smiled and nodded, and I slowly pushed into her. She gasped and murmured as I slowly slid into her, and I stopped, only for her to ask me to keep going, not to stop, she wanted me all the way inside her. There was a moment of constriction, almost obstruction, and Nia asked me to go really slow, so I eased myself into her until she relaxed, urging me on until I was buried all the way inside her. I stopped, letting her get her breath back, and waited again for her signal before I began to withdraw from her tight sheath, the sensation indescribable. Nia was pushing her hips up as I pulled almost all the way out of her, then sliding back in again, the way easier this time, Nia gasping and squirming beneath me as she began to enjoy the feeling of being pumped full of my cock. As I sped up my pumping, she began to hump back against me, meeting me stroke for stroke, squeezing me with her inner muscles, delicious friction against my engorged cock. We pumped and pummelled at each other, our breathing and the slap of flesh against flesh as we gave ourselves to each other the only sounds in the room, excitement building as our mutual climax approached, all thoughts of restraint now moot, only the moment and the impending satisfaction needing our attention.

Nia came with a piercing scream as her orgasm bolted through her, crashing waves of pleasure pounding her senses, rollers crashing on her as she sobbed and shuddered, muscles spasming as she gave in to her pleasure. The feel of her climax set me off, my cock convulsing as jets of spunk blasted out of me into the depths of her body, her pussy massaging and milking my cock as her cervix convulsed, fluttering against my deeply embedded cock, emptying me out, draining my body of my seed, my offering to her.

We both fell back, shattered, the emotional and physical drain almost overpowering us. As we lay in our sweat, I examined every feature of this beautiful girl I had finally chosen for myself, who had chosen me so long ago, remembering how I had helped bring her up, fought with her, played with her, held her when she cried, comforted her when she was frightened, and loved her when she needed me, a whole lifetime of connection, thinking how our lives had intertwined inexorably just so we could be together now. Yes, I loved her; I always had; now I could finally admit that I loved her the way she wanted me to.

Nia rolled into my arms, huddling up against me, looking for my protection. I wrapped my arm around her, spooning her to me, and pulled the bedclothes up around us, keeping her warm and secure against me. Listening to her soft breathing, inhaling the fragrance of her hair, I fell asleep.

I awoke as twilight was sifting into the room, checked my watch; we’d been asleep almost 2 hours. Nia moved against me, murmuring, and pulled herself in close to me again.

I contemplated getting something to eat, looking for a change of clothes, and froze. Nia clothes, that she’d carelessly kicked off and thrown across the room, were neatly folded across my study chair, her slippers tucked under the same chair, and my laundry hamper was empty; Oh Shit!

I shook her awake. “Nia, NIA! Wake up, we got trouble!” She sat bolt upright, delectably dishevelled, and I wondered that, even in this crisis moment, my first thought had been how truly gorgeous she was. “Whassup Jamie?” she slurred, still not fully awake.

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