Wild Sex Tales(Erotica)

“So, there’s one I found that I really like,” Jennifer said, “But I’m not sure if I should share it with you.”Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

It was after work and the two of us were hanging out in the living room. It was too hot to sit together, so Jennifer lazed on the couch while I reclined in one of the folding chairs by the table. We were in our usual outfits, something very much like underwear but not quite.

“We talked about this,” I said, “Fantasies aren’t reality. Standard disclaimer and all that.”

“No, I know,” Jennifer said, “I just don’t want you to think I’m into it. I mean, I’m into it. I just. Look, the story’s fucking hot and I want to share it with you, OK?”

“Go for it,” I said.

My phone beeped a minute later. I looked down. I don’t know why I was so surprised. It was an incest story. A brother-sister incest story. The siblings get abandoned by their dates and end up having sex. The sister, of course, gets pregnant at the end.

“Hot, right?” Jennifer said when I finally looked up from my phone.

“Yes, um, not bad,” I said. My sister gave me a knowing look. “OK, fine, it was amazing.”

“I know! Oh my God, the sex scenes were so hot. It’s like, what they’re doing is so wrong. I mean, so so wrong and yet…”

“I get it,” I said, “Like we’ve said. When what they’re doing is forbidden, it makes the story even better.”

“Right,” Jennifer said. She was already engrossed in another story. My phone buzzed a moment later. Another brother/sister tale. For a moment, I paused. Was this really appropriate? Had we crossed the line? Five minutes later, I was too busy reading the story to care.

*

So now we were sharing sibling incest stories. We tried some others in the category, too. But the mom/son, dad/daughter ones creeped both of us out. We did OK with cousins. But for us, clearly, brother/sister incest was best. In story form, anyway. Especially the ones where the sister got pregnant at the end. We shared other stories, but more and more I was seeing a steady diet of sibcest.

Better (worse), I’d become accustomed to all of it. Like slipping into the pool step-by-step, by the time I was underwater I was used to the temperature. I don’t think either of us realized the danger we were putting ourselves in.

In my rare moments of clarity, usually about five seconds after I’d finished jerking myself off, I did worry that we were going too far. Our casual conversations about sex. The way we both, even from a distance, were getting each other off. She’s my sister. Half my age.

I’d tell myself that, this time, I would stop the whole thing. Then, a moment later — as the post-orgasm rationality faded — I would conveniently forget my promise.

*

“I think all these stories are starting to mess with my mind,” Jennifer said.

It was late, but the summer sun was hanging around the horizon and we’d decided to go on a post-dinner stroll around the block. The sidewalks were a weird mixture of businesspeople heading home after a long day and young people heading out for an extended evening.

“In what way?” I asked.

“Yesterday I was out running errands and I saw a couple of teenagers making out against the side of the Gristedes,” Jennifer said, “They looked kind of alike? Same hair, same nose. I thought, ‘they’re brother and sister.’ Like, I know that’s not true. But then I thought, well, maybe?”

“I know what you mean,” I said, “I was talking to a coworker a couple of days ago and she was telling me about a party she’d gone to with her husband.”

“Swingers party?”

“I mean, I know it wasn’t,” I said, “But some part of me thought that it maybe could be?”

“Do you think there are people doing those things?” Jennifer asked. We stopped at the corner, waiting for the traffic to clear the way so we could cross the street.

“I mean, there are billions of people on Earth,” I said, “I have to think that somewhere, someone is doing something like what we’re reading about.”

“Do you think someone we know is doing those things?” Jennifer asked.

“Going to swingers parties? Hitting up gloryholes? Engaging in wild orgies in the backseat of the car?”

“Having brother-sister sex,” Jennifer added as she started to cross the street.

“Right,” I said dodging a cab and then jogging to catch up, “Can’t forget that. It all seems so unlikely, doesn’t it?

“That we know someone who’s secretly doing that? Or that we don’t know anyone?”

“Both,” I said.

Jennifer looked at me oddly, like she was trying to interrogate my expression for some added information.

“Let’s head home,” I said.

My sister nodded seriously.

*

“What are you reading?” Jennifer asked.

Two days later, we were back on the couch. Legs resting against each other. Covered in sweat and not much else.

“That one you sent me last night,” I said, “with the siblings in the shed.”

“Oooo, where’d you get?” Jennifer leaned forward. Her long brown hair hung loose, tickling my bare legs.

“I’m on page three, I think?”

“Well, you’re clearly enjoying it,” Jennifer said. She looked pointedly down to where my boxers were pointing.

“Sorry,” I said, then adjusted myself. I tucked my hard-on so it was trapped by the leg of my underwear.

Jennifer looked again and giggled. Solving one problem had created another: my purple cockhead was now poking out into the open, pressed against my thigh.

“You must really like this one,” Jennifer said.

I grunted and shifted again. But my dick wasn’t going anywhere. There was no hiding the fact that I was horny as hell. I rolled off the couch and stood up.

“Where are you going?” Jennifer asked.

I rolled my eyes at my sister.

“Don’t leave,” Jennifer said, “Please. I’m enjoying your company. And I don’t care about ‘that.’ It happens all the time and it never bothers me. I like seeing him, honestly. It means I chose a good story for you.”

I shook my head and sat back down on the couch. My dick stuck up proudly, like it knew it had been complimented. I tried to ignore it.

“Trust me, I’m plenty worked up too,” Jennifer said, “You just can’t see it as well.” She moved her legs slightly and, for a moment, I thought she was about to show me exactly how aroused she was. Fortunately, though she was only stretching her legs.