TABOO TALES(erotica)

It was a beautiful day outside. The sun shone down brightly this afternoon as small, white puffs of clouds lazily drifted by. It was an unusually comfortable day, given that it was not yet springtime, but I would not complain one bit. I was enjoying this respite from the weather and gazing out upon it from the open door of our garage. My dad was busy under the car, working to get the nut loose from the oil pan. I tore my eyes away from the deep, blue sky and went back to where the car stood jacked up and resting on braces.

It had now been several weeks since my sister, Jen, and I had had sex in my bedroom one afternoon after her soccer game. I was still working through the realization that I was no longer a virgin. In fact, she had also now lost her virginity. My virginity was something I had always just come to accept. I was never worried that I would be a virgin forever, but I had just assumed my first time would be when I was older and on my wedding night.

I was glad, though, very glad that it had been with Jen. My sister and I really loved each other and admired each other for so many things. She was the closest friend in my life and it felt so natural to now see her as intimately connected to me. Odd to think that we came from one flesh, our mother, and were now one flesh together. Granted, it had only been momentary. I had ejaculated into her within moments of thrusting into her body, but it had happened nonetheless.

She had confided in me a week ago that she wasn’t pregnant and had started her period. She was so cute, too, with her cheeks red as she blushed while telling me. I could tell that there was a little spark deep inside her that was disappointed, and I adored her for it. She has always loved children. And she was a bit embarrassed to talk to me about her period too, something we never got into the habit of discussion, even though we shared the same bathroom and it was hard for me to ignore the wrappers in the trash can and her alternating moods.

This experience had definitely brought us closer together. The last vestiges of privacy had gently been scrubbed away as we now felt much more free around each other. We had seen each other naked a few days after we had sex, plus we ended up having anal sex in the shower. However, out of respect, we continued to have boundaries. We gave each other privacy and lived day by day as normal. But we began to act more as a couple, complimenting our sibling affection. She had even begun asking for foot rubs after her soccer practices and she returned the favor by tidying up my room every day.

“Mark, can you hand me that rag?” My father said, sliding out from under the car. His name was Richard, the same name my grandfather had.

I grabbed the rag off of the bench and handed it to him as he got up.

“Well, the oil’s draining. We’ve got a few minutes.” he said. He sat down on the shop stool we had in the front corner of the garage and wiped his hands clean.

“Mark, I wanted to talk to you about something.” He said.

“What’s up?” I asked.

He tossed the rag back onto the bench and leaned back a little. “Well, your mother told me today that Jen asked her a few days ago if she could start on birth control.”

I nodded.

“Well, she obviously wanted to know if there was a reason she thought she needed to, other than the obvious, of course.” He cleared his throat. “Well, Jen told her about the two of you, and mom wanted me to talk about this with you.” He glanced at the car. “Is it done draining?”

I stooped down and checked. “Nope, not yet.” I told him.

“Okay. Well, as your father, I’m supposed to come down on you and be angry and threaten you to never do it again. But to be honest, I don’t buy all the bull that people dish out about this kind of thing. You and Jen are brother and sister, but you’re also two adults. You guys know right from wrong and you’re not stupid. You are both responsible and thoughtful and you’ve been taking good care of each other all your lives.”

He kicked at the car tire absently. “A lot of people see sex as the ultimate expression of love. But those people also say that love has to fit inside the tiny box of rules they’ve made up. That’s never made sense to your mother and I. Love happens. Whether you’re ready for it or not. You’re mom and I are married because we love each other and want to live with each other for the rest of our lives. You and Jen love each other as brother and sister. You’re also a guy and a girl and I don’t see anything unnatural that you guys feel comfortable enough with each other to be intimate. It’s a lot safer than fooling around with people you hardly know!”

This was quite a surprising conversation. My dad is normally pretty open, but this was obviously something he’d been thinking about for a long time.

“Anyway, just man to man, I want you to know that if you have any questions, feel free to ask. You obviously have the basics down, but I think you know what I mean.” He told me, giving me a kind smile.

I looked down at the ground, and with a little embarrassment, agreed.

He asked me if I did have any questions for him and I shyly told him that I wasn’t sure if I could really have sex very long before getting too excited.

He grinned and confided, “You know, I had the same trouble with your mom. It’s just something you learn. You know the old joke about thinking about baseball right? Well, you just have to figure out what things really get you overly excited, and don’t do those until you’re ready.” He smiled and said, “Although with Jen, I’m sure it might take a little extra time for you to learn how to stay calm.”

I smiled too, still a little shy about it.

“Anyway, just know that you can always ask me anything you want. Your mom and I will give you guys your privacy.” He said, and got up off of the stool. He looked under the car.

“Looks like it’s all finished. Since you’re a man now, why don’t you grab the filter wrench for me.” He said with a grin.

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That evening, our family sat down for dinner together. Since it was the weekend, everybody was casually dressed. My mom, who I have always been proud of for her looks, wore a blue, full length cotton skirt and yellow blouse that really made her shoulder-length chestnut hair stand out. My dad and I were in t-shirt and jeans, and Jen wore a gray, athletic-style t-shirt and brown corduroys.

I was going to take my normal place at the table down at the end, but mom stopped me.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Mark, honey, why don’t you and Jennifer sit together. Your father and I don’t mind.” she said.

Jen raised her eyebrows at me and smiled, so I got up and took the seat beside her.

Dinner was great. Jen and Mom had made baked ham with pineapple, steamed vegetables, rice and fresh bread. We all talked and enjoyed the meal thoroughly. Oddly enough, Jen and my escapade seemed to free mom and dad up to talk a lot more openly about their own experiences with relationships, love and sex.

“Well I certainly remember my first time…” mom was saying. “Your father and I had a lot of trouble waiting until we were married. But that first night, wow! I don’t think we’ve topped it yet, have we honey?”

Dad chuckled. “No, I don’t think so, Janet. Your mother was a bit of a wildcat. No sooner were we in the doorway of the hotel room that she had the front of my pants undone.”

“Mom!” Jen said, giggling in surprise.

Mom shrugged, a playful gleam in her eye as she took a sip of water and set the glass back down. “I couldn’t help it!” she said. “I had wanted to see that thing since I met your father!”

Jen looked over at me and smiled, then glanced down at my waist.

Feeling Jen’s gaze, my dick stiffened completely in only a matter of seconds.

“Anyway,” mom was saying, “I started giving your father a blowjob right there on the spot. I was just kneeling there in front of him in my wedding dress, bobbing my head when we heard somebody gasp and we realized your father hadn’t even got the door closed yet!”

“Oh my gosh!” Jen laughed, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Yeah, your mother had started in on me so fast I didn’t even think to shut it. I had barely even put our bags down! I looked back and there was an old man and woman returning to their rooms who had walked by our door. They saw us and nearly fell over!”

“What did you guys do?” I asked, holding back my laughter.

“Well, I just told them ‘Sorry, she’d a bit anxious’ and reached backward and pushed the door shut.”

Mom laughed and pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear as she remembered. “He was right, I was anxious! You didn’t seem to mind though.”

Dad grinned. “No, no I didn’t mind at all. And when I got to see that rack, I nearly died.”

“Dad!” Jen shrieked, laughing.

Dad just shrugged and smiled at our mom. He looked at me and said, “Mark, tell your sister if you don’t think my wife has a great pair of breasts.”

Mom grinned at Dad and I took a second to actually consider what her chest might look like. I turned to Jen and said, “Dad’s right. I would probably die too.”

Jen burst out laughing and Mom blushed happily.

We continued chatting and eating, enjoying the candor of the moment.

As mom was serving dessert, a rich, creamy mousse, Jen asked mom, “So how did you know how to give dad a good blowjob?”

I almost choked.

Mom smiled. “I don’t know honey, it just came naturally. I don’t know that I could tell you how I knew, I just did.” she explained, handing her a dish. “Why, are you interested in trying it?”

Jen nodded, taking a spoonful of the mousse and slipping it into her mouth.

“Well Jen, maybe we can talk about this in private.” Mom said, smiling at Jen.

There was a moment of silence as we all enjoyed our dessert. Then Jen piped up again. “So you and Dad are okay with Mark and I?”