TABOO TALES(erotica)

“Jamie, where do you think she is?” she blurted out. “Who, princess? ” I replied, suddenly knowing the answer as I asked the question.

“My big sister, Hu’e, where do you think she is, do you think she’s alright, Jamie?”

I had to go carefully here. “Princess, don’t go there, you can’t wrack your brains over something that happened twenty-five years ago, on the other side of the world. I know you want to help mum, God, so do I, but this isn’t the way to do it; let’s just get this situation of ours out of the way, then we can put our heads together, try and find someone to help. There are agencies, UNICEF, Save the Children, Amnesty International, The Anti-Slavery League, people like that, they must have files and resources to track down stolen children, we can talk to them. Hu’e has been gone twenty-five years, a little longer won’t make any difference, but I promise I’ll help any way I can; she’s mum’s daughter, so that makes her my big sister too.”

“I know, Polar Bear, and thank you, but I feel so… helpless. Did you see the look on mum’s face, listen to her voice when she told us about her baby? She had me, and I made up a little for the loss of the other one, but she had Hu’e first, and she hasn’t given up on her, and she wants her back. I just feel bad that she’s been carrying that around all this time; makes our problems seem a little… unimportant right now.”

She was crying now, and I could only hold her close and try to comfort her, the way I did when she was small, as her tears rolled down her cheeks. I felt so helpless; normally I could take the tears away, get her over her blues, but this was different; mum’s story had cut her deep, and there was nothing I could say that wouldn’t sound trite and hollow. So I let her cry, ’til eventually she cried herself to sleep, again, my heart breaking for her sorrow that I couldn’t assuage, couldn’t promise her I would fix, not this time.

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Excerpt from the private diary of Nguye’t Morrison, age 18 and three-quarters.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Friday, 4th July, 2008

No time yesterday to record all that has happened, suffice it to say that Jamie is now my personal property, branded, hog-tied and tagged with a big ‘Hands-Off, Bitch!’ tag that every girl will see a mile away! Once he wakened on Wednesday afternoon and I explained a few facts to him vis-a-vis our actual relationship, and he (with a tad of persuasion, and much embarrassing crying on my part!) accepted that I wanted him, and he wanted me, it all went ‘strordinarily well! The only stupid mistake I made was falling asleep ‘in flagrante’, and mum caught us in bed, bare-arse nekkid, but did absolutely nothing about it, didn’t even disturb us! That was shock A. Shock B was her reason for not screaming and denting Jamie’s skull with a skillet. I never knew mum had a secret history, and when she told us about her first husband and who he was, his so-called ‘traffic accident’, the theft of her baby, being smuggled into Laos to escape the people who were supposed to protect her, well, Jamie and I were shocked, no, horrified that my tiny little mum, who bakes cakes and buns, watches and agonises over TV soaps, darns socks and laughs at dad’s terrible jokes, had had such a traumatic life I spent most of Wednesday night crying, writing this down is making me want to cry some more, especially knowing what I now know, that I have a big sister somewhere out there in the world; is she safe and well, living a good life, is she in danger, being hurt as I sit here, was she sold to a family who loved her, or was she sold into slavery, or worse? How can I find her? Who knows where to start looking when the trail is nearly 25 years old? Of course Jamie wants to do all he can to help his mum, bless his big Polar Bear heart, which is why I love him like I do, but he’s right; maybe after our most pressing problem is dealt with we should contact the specialists, the people who know where and how to look.

Must go now, Polar Bear is waking, and I need him to hold me for a while.

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I woke alone, slightly disoriented, wondering where Nia was, then I heard the click-click of a keyboard, and turned to see her at my desk, wearing one of my T-shirts, her laptop open. She looked sombre, not her usual morning face, and I guessed some of last night was still swirling around in her. She looked at me, and I could see the sadness in her eyes, her face, and held out my arms, calling her back to me to comfort her.

She climbed back into bed, burrowing down against me, holding tight to me as she nuzzled my neck.

“Hold me close, Jamie, please, I need my Polar Bear right now!” she said into my shoulder, and of course I complied; all she wanted was human contact now, warmth and tenderness, all of which I had for my little princess.

Eventually she tapped me, her signal that I could let her go a little, and she drew back slightly so she could look into my eyes. I had always been fascinated with Nia’ eyes; looking into them was like staring into a mountain lake on a cloudless sunny day, bright pools of sapphire blue, like and yet so unlike mine, large, limpid, and very, very beautiful.

“Jamie, are you scared? About tonight, dad, I mean?” she asked me.

I thought for a moment. “More apprehensive than anything, princess, but no, I’m not scared. All that stuff yesterday was just jitters; Dad’s not an ogre, and he’s certainly not going to hit or hurt anyone, he doesn’t do that, he thinks it’s barbaric. I do have a feeling like pre-exam nerves, though, how about you?”

She grinned. “Phew, I thought I was the only one. I’m more scared of losing him than scared of him, you know?” I knew, and I understood. Nia was a lot closer to dad than I was, although he and I weren’t distant or anything, I suppose it was that father/daughter thing; not in a sexual way, or anything, just that ‘my little girl’ thing; I had the same kind of relationship with mum.

Nia dropped her head into the crook of my neck. “Whatever happens tonight, Jamie, you’ll always be mine, you understand? If you go off into the world again, you’ll be taking a part of me with you, so I’ll always be there with you!” she murmured into the hollow of my shoulder.

I was touched; I’d never heard Nia speak this way before, and it made my chest ache as all the things I wanted to say fought to tumble out all at once. I tried to say what I was feeling.

“Nia, I’ve always had a part of me inside that was always yours; when you were born you reached in and claimed that part of me, and I can never take it away from you; it’s only ever been for you, I was made that way; when we young I adored you, now that we’re where we are, I know that I love you more than I can say. So whatever happens tonight, you’re mine, and you’ll always be mine, and wherever we go, whatever we have to do, we’ll go there and do it together.”

Nia smiled happily, tears sparkling in her eyes as she reached up to pull my head down so she could kiss me.

“Thank you Jamie, I want you so much, I needed to hear you say how much you want me too!”

I had finally said what I wanted to say, and it felt right. Julie had been right; I should have told Nia sooner, worried about her instead of worrying what dad was going to say.

Nia prodded me with a finger.

“I haven’t forgotten what you said yesterday, either, Polar Bear; you promised to marry me, and I’m holding you to it!”

I slid my hands under her T-shirt, finding her gratifyingly naked under it, and squeezed her bum cheeks, making her giggle. Nia kissed me again, playfully rather than with any particular intent, I returned her kiss rather more seriously, pulling her closer to me so she could feel my cock pressing against her slit through the long T-shirt. She sighed, and slid her arms around my neck, kissing me while she gently rubbed herself against me through the material of her T-shirt, the cloth riding up until I could feel her damp heat against the head of my cock as I prodded her slit. I tugged the shirt up and slid it over her head, leaving her naked once again, and nipped and nuzzled at her delectable little nipples, teasing them into pink points, firm and rubbery against my lips and tongue. Nia’s eyes were closed, a faint smile on her lips as I suckled at her, my fingers probing her buttock cleft, sliding over her puckered little starfish to rub her slit from the back, feeling her begin to seep as I slid my fingers back and forth over her slit.

When I slid a finger into her, her lips parted in a small gasp, her eyes flicking open as she caught her bottom lip between her teeth and grinned at me, eyes dancing as she waited to see what I would do next. I continued to rub and probe at her slit, dipping my fingers in to her, spreading her slickness around, nibbling her nipples as I did so, assaulting her senses as I aroused her. I turned her on her front and continued to slide my fingers, one then two, into her slick pussy, drawing gasps from her as I found and rubbed her clitoris with one finger as I penetrated her with the other. I pulled her to her knees, and leaned down to slide my tongue over her swollen labia, making her jump and gasp as I poked my tongue between the aroused folds of flesh, enjoying her scent and the taste of her pussy. I knelt between her legs, and pointed my straining cock at my target, the gap opening between her labia as they flowered open, and leaned forward, sliding into her, my cock embedded between her fabulous sexy bum cheeks. Nia groaned as I slid into her, pushing back against me, taking me in as I pushed into her. I slid my hands around her rib cage to her lovely firm little breasts, cupping them in each hand as I rubbed her nipples, making her gasp and sigh.