Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

“Do you know why I like to steal your father’s cookies?” Mom asked.

I shrugged. I had some theories, but I didn’t think it was a good idea for me to guess.

“I could rationalize it and say that they’re tasty, and it’s true that they are. Or I could say that your dad doesn’t share them, and he doesn’t, and so I’m just getting what’s mine. But the truth is, if he offered them to me, I’d probably turn him down. Here’s the thing — sometimes it’s fun to do something a bit naughty. I’m not stealing a car or hurting anyone. It’s just a bit of a thrill. And I can tell you, I’m definitely enjoying myself.”

Mom took a voracious bite of a cookie, brown crumbs falling onto the floor. She giggled and went back to making dinner.

*

In the end, I caved because I knew I’d cave. I decided that, so long as I was able to avoid any real consequences, that this was nothing but (as Mom had said) harmless fun.

I had plenty of condoms sitting around, waiting to be used. In the heat of the evening before, I’d forgotten about them. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t apply them now. So, I collected a couple and left them on my nightstand for later that night.

Now that basketball season was well and truly over, Betsy and I didn’t have an excuse to sit together on the couch. Not that we needed it anymore. Instead, we wandered aimlessly around the house after dinner until my parents went to bed. Once we were sure enough time had passed, we raced right up the stairs.

We trampled over each other, barely bothering to keep quiet. My sister’s lips were on mine before I shut the bedroom door. Our clothes were on the floor soon after.

Again, I marveled at the body my sister had been hiding all that time. Her overlarge breasts and wide hips. She undid her braid and her brown hair spilled out, it was almost as alluring as her naked body, itself. Almost.

Betsy started giggling as we fell onto the bed. She cackled as she kissed me, rubbing her body against mine. She laughed hysterically as she reached back for my dick.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

No foreplay now. No build and tease. We’d reached the top of the mountain, so why waste time climbing it all over again?

“This is so good, I’m never going to stop,” Betsy said, “It feels so awesome and then after…” She sighed. “Fuck.” As if that word meant everything.

“I like being with you, too,” I said. It was so mechanical, my sister cocked her eyebrow at me. “But we need this.”

I rolled over as best I could and grabbed the packet of condoms from my nightstand. Betsy’s eyes went wide, then she slapped it out of my hand.

“We can’t do that!” she said. Her horrified reaction was almost comical. “Your magic man-thing needs to be in me bare.”

Magic man-thing?

“Your special soldier,” Betsy said, “Your tower of power. That big, beautiful brother-cock that makes me feel so good. I need to feel him, not some plastic-covered replacement. I could use my dildo to feel that.”

My eyes went wide. My sister owned sex toys?

“I mean, I could go buy a vibrator or whatever,” Betsy said, “If I wanted. But why do that when I have my favorite fleshy friend right here?”

I let out a deep sigh. Reluctantly, I let the condom sit, unused, on my bedspread. “I’ll pull out,” I said.

“No!” Betsy cried out. “That’s the whole point! Your special sauce makes me feel so warm. I need it inside me so my body can gobble it all up.”

“Betsy!” I didn’t want to yell, but at that point I didn’t know what else to do. “If we keep doing this, you know, this way, you’re going to get pregnant. That can’t happen.”

“You’re right, It can’t.”

Now it was my time to give her a dubious look. I ran through all the possibilities of what she might mean and came up empty. As far as I knew, going bareback with my sister was as unsafe as any other woman.

“It won’t happen,” Betsy said, so firmly I almost believed her. “Brothers and sisters can’t have babies. So we won’t.”

“We very much can if we’re not careful,” I said.

“So, we’ll be careful,” Betsy said. Again, she reached for my dick and slotted it at her sex. Very much the opposite of what she was saying.

“You’ll go on the pill,” I said, “We’ll hold off. We can do that. We’ll go back to licking till then.”

Betsy nodded. But she didn’t stop lowering herself onto my cock.

“I think it’ll be OK,” Betsy said. She seemed to be doing the math in her head. “Yes, we’ll be fine for now.”

“You’re sure?” I asked. I know, I’m an idiot.

“Oh yeah,” Betsy said. Then she ended the argument by dropping herself straight down on my dick.

Again, I felt myself surrounded by hot, dripping ecstasy. My sister’s body wrapped itself around my cock. She could have sat there, unmoving, for hours and it would have been the best thing I’d ever felt. Instead, Betsy began riding up and down my dick The pleasure thrummed through me in escalating waves. Both of us groaning and gasping in shared bliss.

Halfway through, Betsy paused. For a moment, I thought that the reality of what we were doing had finally reached her mind. Instead, though, she got on all fours and turned around.

“Do me this way,” Betsy said, “I want to try something different.”

In my list of her amazing attributes, did I mention my little sister had the perfect ass? Well, Betsy had the perfect ass — round, full and firm. I grabbed hold of her cheeks so hard it had to hurt, but she didn’t do anything but wriggle her backside in my grasp.

Without thinking (something I was doing a lot of, clearly) I got up on my knees, lined myself up, and plunged back into Betsy’s soft, tight pussy. It felt so familiar, like coming home. Yet so different and unique at the same time. I couldn’t control myself.

When I felt the moment coming close, I started to slow. My cock began to swell, filling with the force of a thousand terrible consequences about to burst forth into the world. A gun, loaded with my own miserable destruction.

“Do it, Bran,” Betsy said, “Fill me up. I need your load inside me.”

On command, without another thought. I plunged myself deep as I could go and emptied into my sister’s unprotected pussy.

“Oh yes!” Betsy cried out, “Like that. You have to give your sister every drop!”

The pleasure practically knocked me back. My conscious mind left my body, watching from a distance. My sister’s body strained, taut, as the orgasm twisted out of her. She sobbed and keened as my cum shot past her cervix. My own bliss radiated out of me, like a wave of ecstatic joy, as every cell in my body sang in perfect harmony.

This time, I was very aware of cuddling up to my sister. Holding her body tight to mine. The warmth of our connection.

“I love you, Brandon,” Betsy said. Her voice was so thin, I wondered if she even realized she’d said it.

“Love you, too, Bets,” I said. And startled to realize that I meant it. I was in love with my little sister. Whatever came of that, the consequences were already inescapable.

We stayed together the whole night. My sister drooled on my arm a bit while she slept. I didn’t care.

*

As you might imagine, that wasn’t the end of it. Not by a long shot. The only change was, we stopped pretending like we were going to stop. Instead, we abandoned ourselves to the needs of our bodies. Our sex lives waxed as the summer waned. My pile of condoms now dusty and forgotten in my nightstand drawer.

I stopped feeling frozen every morning, but I was still colder than I could ever remember. I didn’t catch Betsy by the pool all the time, but she packed away her sweats. We reached a kind of equilibrium, both of us balancing the other out.

We paused for a few days when Betsy told me she was ovulating. Again, when she went on her period. It’s not like we stopped completely; instead, she’d suck me off. But we didn’t have intercourse during those times. And we more than made up for the lost time after we were done.

Every morning, I woke up with the doom of what I’d done hanging over my head. Every night, I unleashed more disaster into my sister’s waiting womb. It would have been quicker to put a bullet in my own head. But not nearly as pleasurable.

I kept one thought in my mind (beyond the incomparable lust I slaked every evening): I hadn’t gotten Betsy pregnant yet, and the summer was ending soon. We were going to the same college, but I would be in my new apartment and Betsy would be home. And so we’d have to stop. We could still be safe. If time was on our side.

Then one day, with the September deadline looming over our illicit engagements, Betsy invited me out to lunch again. We went to that same seafood place on the jetty. The familiarity of it was dizzying. The world felt like it should have changed, tilted on its axis, wobbled down to nothing. So far, only Betsy and I were different. It was almost like siblings could fuck and nothing would be change.

“I have an idea,” Betsy said, after they took our orders. “A solution, as they say.”