Tales of Forbidden Desire

This story will contain a collection of short stories which feature one or more of the darker, or forbidden sexual fetishes. Each chapter will have its own warnings of the content so that you may skip a chapter. Each chapter is an unrelated short story.

Tales of Forbidden Desire
Story One
Good to be Home

Warnings: Incest, Oral, Solo-play, Consensual intercourse, light BDSM and spanking

Jen watched the yellow school bus jerk from the curb in a shuddering lunge as the driver fought to maneuver the ancient vehicle down the street. She moved her heavy backpack further up her shoulder. God, she hated school. Watching the hated bus move further and further away she sighed and said a silent prayer to whatever powers that might be that she only had a few more weeks to go before the summer, and then community college.

She shuddered in the cool April air. The hint of the coming spring did little to warm the slightly chilly air. Her thighs quivered ever so slightly as the breeze tickled her wet, exposed sex under the barely allowed skirt. Jen marveled at the arousing sensations that something as simple as a faint cold breeze could give her. Lately, every little sensation sent her libido into over drive. The whiff of a nice cologne, the brush of a man’s arm against hers, even the faintly vibrating seat of an old school bus made her pussy quiver and throb like some harlot’s.

Taking her soaked panties off between second and third period had been an insane, yet thrilling thing to do. When that boy had bumped into her in the hall, his arm pushing into her sensitive breast, she had nearly collapsed onto the floor from the tingling between her legs.

And as she slipped in the girl’s restroom at school she knew that it was crazy to slip her fingers up her short skirt, yank down her drenched underwear and finger fuck herself to completion. But that hadn’t stopped her from doing it.

She remembered nearly gasping at the first almost painful touch, her fingers sliding down the slippery cleft between her legs to find the hardened, sensitive bud. The smell of her arousal had filled the bathroom, and she had half worried, half delighted that she might be caught.

How naughty, she had felt, to be leaning against the bathroom stall wall, panties down around her knees as she fought to remain upright and not make a sound while her hand busily rubbed, and slid, and pumped that little nub between the folds. She had inserted two fingers, using the palm of the same hand to rub harsh circles against her sensitive spot. She didn’t have time to savor the feelings, she need to come, and she needed to come now.

Her other hand had wandered to grope her own breast through the fabric of her bra and shirt. She could feel the nipple hardening and straining against the constricting fabric as her fingers continued to massage and manipulate her pussy.

Finally, after what had seemed like eons but was really more like minutes, she gave one last flick, rub, and pump of her fingers that sent her over the edge. The walls of her pussy clenched in painful delight as the orgasm hit her. She stiffened and jerked, then relaxed and sighed and tried to forget the feeling of emptiness and wrongness as she had cum.

Knees wobbling, she barely remembered using her already dampened pink panties to mop up the wetness between her legs, stuffing it in to the deep recesses of her battered bookbag. She straightened her clothes and tried to carefully, and slowly, make her way from the arousal filled bathroom to the now less crowded hallway. It wouldn’t do to be late to third period.

Now she was standing on the curb before her house, watching the school bus disappear around the bend. The breeze that had teased her died down, and she was able to pull the small silver house key from her pocket and make the short trip from road to doorway. She checked the garage- no cars. Perfect.

Dropping her book bag haphazardly on the linoleum floor she surveyed the house. It was empty, meaning that her parents were still at work and her brother was out. She smiled. How nice it was to have the house to herself for a few hours. Even with Mark home again, now out of college and back home so he could look for a job, she always managed to find a few hours of complete privacy here and there.

Heading down the hallway, feet padding on the thick shag carpet she made her way to her brothers room. The knob turned easily in her hand. Mark always had the best porn, and now that he was home for a good stretch of time, he had brought it all.

She crossed the room to his closet and immediately went to the small, unobtrusive brown box in the back. A few old t-shirts lay on top, signaling that this was just another box of clothes. But Jen knew better, knew that he always hid his pornography poorly. She picked up the shirts and inhaled the faint scent. God, but he always picked out the best cologne. The smell had permeated the cloth, mixing with her handsome brother’s natural scent until it was a heady blend of pheromones.

Her pussy throbbed in response and Jen felt the beginnings of dampness building again. Moving the shirts aside she carefully extracted a DVD. On the cover a girl in a school uniform was playing with her barely clad huge breasts, while a man, presumably a teacher, bent another woman over a desk. It was clear how he intended to punish her from the raging hard on the two dimensional figure sported.

Smirking, she carefully replaced the t-shirts, taking one last deep breath of her brother’s delicious scent before she rose to leave the room. She paused as she spotted the large television and DVD player on his desk. Brows furrowing she remembered how her own disk player had broken last week. She still hadn’t been able to get to the store for a new one.

Pausing in indecision she rocked on the balls of her feet. It would be wrong to masturbate in her brother’s room, but she couldn’t use her own and the one in the living room was too open for her tastes. She scanned the room, noting the position of dirty socks and shirts and the already rumpled state of his bed. Her teeth tugged on her lower lip in indecision, but finally the throbbing between her legs won out.

She was too aroused to wait much longer, and the thrill at the possibility of being caught in the act only served to heighten the pulsing. Her thighs were creamy from her dripping desire as she opened the case and slid the silver disk into the black player. Turning on the TV she grabbed the remote and settled on the bed.

Moving through the selection screen she hit play and settled back against the pillows. It wouldn’t take much for her to reach orgasm, if the scene on the menu was any indication of the movie that was just starting.

Jen settled into the bed, flicking her hair out of the way as the people on the screen began to act. She busied herself by just rubbing her large breasts through the fabric of her shirt and bra, her fingers reaching out to pinch the hardened nipples. She loved when they pushed and strained against the tight fabric, as they were doing right now. Giving one last pinch she moved her hands to cup the weight of them. Despite the difficulties they sometimes gave herself when trying on new clothes, she loved her full D-cups.

She watched as the stern schoolmaster lifted the woman’s plaid miniskirt up to reveal the perfect globes of her ass and the black thong that nestled between them. The busty woman was leaning over the desk, pigtails hanging down her neck as she weakly protested the embarrassment. Jen watched as the schoolmaster raised his wooden ruler and brought it down on the naughty student’s ass. The actress moaned and shifted her hips half in protest and half in delight as he again brought down the ruler with a thwack. The woman’s cheeks were reddening with the most delightful color.

Jen hitched her breath as her fingers caressed her stomach and she watched the porn stars acting out one of her favorite fantasies. As the woman’s ass became redder and redder from the force of the schoolmaster’s punishment until he dropped the ruler on the desk and fingered the student’s black lacy thong. His voice carried through the room, “And what’s this? Little Ginny, you know that this kind of panty is not regulation. I’m afraid I’ll have to give you another spanking.”

The school girl clad woman protested, saying that she had learned her lesson and she was very sorry. Jen let her fingers pull her short skirt over her hips, marveling at the rough denim as it slithered against her thighs and buttocks. She pretended that she was the school girl bending over the desk getting spanked, and oddly enough, that her handsome brother was the man punishing her. Perhaps the daydream was not that odd, she was after all in his room, on his bed, reveling in the faint scent he left on the sheets and pillow. She pushed the errant thoughts aside and watched the movie.

The headmaster was now firmly seated on the desk with the naughty school slung facedown over his lap. Her pert ass was exposed in the air. The man was delivering loud, painful sounding smacks to the woman’s already red bottom as she squealed and writhed underneath his ministrations. Jen ran one hand up her thigh, teasing the edge of her moist sex as she rolled one clothed nipple between her fingers and pinched the tip. She was distracted from the woman’s panting and moaning and the man’s grunting as he punished her bottom that she didn’t hear the fain noise of a car door shutting, or the noise of the front door being unlocked and opened.

When the headmaster pulled the woman’s thong down and began to stroke her trembling sex, Jen allowed her hand to slip between her legs and caress the damp cleft. She was so distracted that she didn’t even hear the bedroom door open until it had closed.

She scrambled to pull her hand away from her sex and cover her exposed skin with her skirt as her eyes locked with her older brother’s and the blood drained from her face. The thrill of being caught, she decided, was not as delicious as she had previously mused. Mark leaned casually against the door, a smirk on his face, “don’t stop on my account,” he murmured sensually.

Hearing his voice she scrambled into action, trying to rise from the bed while at the same time keeping her skirt down. Her face, previously drained of color, now blazed violently red from embarrassment. Mark put his hands in his jean’s pockets and cocked his head to the side, “No really,” he said clearly this time, “you don’t have to stop on my account. You were just getting to the best scene, actually.”

Her attention was diverted from her brother’s face to the TV as the actors had now moved so that the girl was once again bent over a desk, only now the headmaster was plunging his cock into her over and over, all the while muttering, “what a naughty little girl you are. Naughty girls must be punished.”

Jen was frozen into place. Her pussy still throbbed but she didn’t dare move a muscle as she tried to read his face for a hint of her face. Would he tell their parents? Blackmail her? Embarrass her?

Mark did nothing of the sort. Instead, he reached back and locked the door, then stepped closer towards the bed. His face was twisted into amusement. He grabbed her arm and raised her hand, the one that she had been using to pleasure herself, and took a heady sniff.

Her shoulders shook slightly as he carefully yet firmly encircled her small wrist and brought her hand to his face. And when his tongue snaked out to lick one finger she had to close her eyes as a shudder wracked her body and her pussy clenched in delight. This was her brother, this was wrong, but it was also so terribly arousing.

Mark licked the proof of her desire from her fingers, taking great care to stroke the pads of her finger tips suggestively. He smiled when she shook from delight and embarrassment.

“My, you ARE a naughty little girl,” he whispered as he leaned close. “You know what happens to naughty girls, right?” He watched as her breath hitched in anticipation. He continued, “they must be punished.” Mark smiled as her cheeks burned pink. “Take off your clothes,” he ordered.

Her mouth dropped open in shock and bewilderment. His only reply was to raise one eyebrow and purse his lips.

Tears pricked her eyes from shame at the heat and desire that still coursed through her body; Jen hesitated and then obeyed. She raised one trembling hand to grasp the edge of her shirt and pull it over her head. Then reached back to grab the hooks of her bra, and deftly undoing them she let the bra fall from her shoulders. Her heavy breasts pulled the garment down and she noticed the quick flick of Mark’s tongue against his bottom lip.

“Yes, now take it off,” he ordered. She bit her lip and watched him closely as she pulled the bra from her arms and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts fell free, nipples tightening at the rush of cool air. His breath hitched as he devoured the sight of her bare chest. Her eyes lowered to see the slight tent in his slacks. Why, the jackass was enjoying this, was as aroused as she was. She remembered smelling his shirt and reveling in the heady, nice smell of his sweat and cologne. Her pussy throbbed in response. Maybe she wasn’t weird for liking her brother this way, maybe he liked her that way too.

The budding revelation made her brave. Jen reached to the front of her skirt and deftly undid the botton and zipper, sliding the fabric down her hips and thighs. She had to rise from her kneeled position on the bed to take it off all the way, but once she had she threw it into the growing pile of her clothing.

He smiled and narrowed his eyes. “Hmm, no panties. You really are a naughty girl, aren’t you?” Her answer was a blush. “Stand up,” he told her, and when she did he devoured her naked form with his eyes. She stood defiantly before him, large breasts dangling erotically, leading down to small indentation of her waist before her hips flared out. She really did have the nicest hips and thighs he’d ever seen, so full and real.

His dick strained against the fabric of his pants as he imagined wrapping her legs around his waist as he forcefully pumped into his baby sister’s hot, wet cunt. Oh yes, he thought, he would enjoy this immensely.

Mark pulled his sweater over his head, baring his lean slightly muscled frame, but left his pants in place. He moved to sit on the bed, just a few steps from where his naughty little sister was standing so naked and flushed. “Come here, he motioned.” She took a step, then hesitated, but that was all the distance he needed. Reaching out he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him. He forced her over his lap so that her bare ass was in the air and her breasts dangled over the edge. The muscles in her back tensed in apprehension as her brother raised one hand to caress one dimpled globe, fingering the crease where thigh met buttock.

“Oh yes,” he murmured again, “naughty little girls must be punished. Tell me why you are being punished Jen, I want to hear you say thank you for each strike.” And with that he brought one hand firmly down on her behind. The crack and the sudden painful pressure made her jump, but he had much too good of a grip on her for it to do much good.

“That, was for coming into my room uninvited, now say thank you.”

Jen’s cheeks burned with embarrassment as she managed to stutter the words he wanted to hear.

Again he brought the flat of his palm against her backside, “and that was for using a video which did not belong to you.”

“Thank you,” she managed to murmur between deep breaths of air. They continued in this fashion, his hand striking her bottom as he rattled off a list of reasons for the punishments, which she had to thank him for. But despite the throbbing pain in her ass, soon Jen began to squirm not to get away from the swats, but to meet them.

Mark’s erection prodded her hip as his palm came down on her ass one last time. Jen was panting from the exertion of holding still, not wanting to betray her throbbing desire. Her brother absently caressed the red, tender flesh until his fingers wandered and found the painfully gorged, wet folds of her sex.

He let one finger slide down the slick mound and delighted in her surprised gasp. “Oh dear,” he said mockingly, “apparently this naughty girl LIKED her punishment.” Jen tried to wiggle away from his probing fingers, but Mark wouldn’t let her escape. “Kneel on the bed,” he told her. As she moved into the position, wondering if he would continue to spank her and wondering if that was a good or bad thing, he rose from the bed and removed his belt.

Her eyes glistened with unspent tears and worry when she spotted the intimidating leather belt in his hand. “Don’t worry Jen, you’re much too sore for this now.” He dropped the belt and continued to undress, pulling the pants clear of his aching erection and down his slim hips and legs to pool on the carpet. Her breath hitched in anticipation as her pussy throbbed even more. Was it possible for a person to die of wanting?

Jen’s eyes widened in amazement when she saw that he had pulled the band of his boxers down to reveal his engorged cock. He was marvelous, thick yet still long and absolutely perfect. As he slid the last of his garments to the floor and stepped away she tried to remind herself that this was her older brother she was looking at and fantasizing about. She should be disgusted and embarrassed. But she couldn’t lie to herself any longer. She wanted him, wanted him inside of her, on top of her, no matter that what they were doing was wrong and forbidden.

Jen shivered in anticipation when he strode to the bed and climbed a top. He pushed her shoulders down, more roughly than he needed to, until her face was in the pillow and her ass was in the air. He moved to kneel behind her and let his hands wander over the backs of her knees and thighs.

Mark teased and tickled her back and buttocks, her thighs and calves, as he ignored the part of her that wanted to be touched the most. The grunting and moaning noises of the still playing movie added to the atmosphere as Jen tried to hold painfully still. It was hard, so hard when she was throbbing and aching so much.

Finally he slid one finger against her aching sex, marveling at the wetness. He reveled in the silky smooth skin and the fine, blond hairs that mound at the apex of her thighs. She shivered from cold and need, but he would not be rushed. He wanted to remember the first time he touched and fucked his baby sister.

With aggravating slowness he played and toyed with her folds, rolling slick fingers against her engorged clit, then moving to finger her hole. He pushed first one moistened finger into her hot tight hole, then another. She moaned into the pillow, arching her hips even higher.

Mark pumped his fingers in and out slowly, savoring the moment as he finger fucked his sister. “How does it feel to have your big brother’s fingers inside of you?” She could only moan in reply. He chuckled. “You really are such a naughty girl, Jen. If I’d have known that you were such a wanton thing I’d have taken you years ago. Tell me, did you go around without panties ALL day, or just when you got home?”

She arched her back even more as his fingers pumped in and out, in an out, and as one thumb moved in lazy circles over her clit. “All… all day,” she barely moaned. Speech was beyond her as she panted into the pillow.

“Hmm… and how many times did you masturbate today? Be honest, now.”

She groaned as he rolled her clit in circles. She wouldn’t last much longer. “Once this morning, and then again… oh…” she moaned, “ again between classes.”

“Hmm,” he replied, “and did you let any boys fuck you?” He gave one almost painful flick to her clit, smiling at her answering groan.

“No,” she replied and squirmed when he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her. The desire was building inside of her, she was close, so close to the threshold. Mark seemed to notice this as he pulled his fingers away from her to grip her reddened ass.

“And why not?” he asked.

She blushed, glad that her face was buried into the pillow. “Because…” she began but trailed off. Did she dare admit it aloud? She couldn’t take it back if she said it.

“Because?” he prompted.

“Because they don’t interest me. Because… because they aren’t you.”

He paused to consider her words. For a moment she thought that he would end their antics, that he would leave her on the verge of orgasm and tell her how disgusted he was. A small voice in the back of her head tried to tell her that he was here, with his fingers stroking her cunt, and that this had to mean something.

Mark smiled and bent down to trace his tongue up and down the slick fold of her sex. If she still had any doubts of his intentions, they were now gone as her older brother promptly began to eat her out.

His nose nudged the cleft of her buttocks as he licked and flicked her wet folds and clit. He delighted in the hitch of her breathing, in the sway of her large, pendulous breasts as her hips jerked in response. He tightened his hold on her hips and his tongue delved into her hot core and one hand moved to massage her clit.

It was more that she could stand, and grunting and moaning from the onslaught she shattered with the orgasm that ripped through her. He pinned her hips in place as he proceeded to lick her labia.

She panted with exhaustion as the little tendrils of spasm wracked her body. But still, she felt empty and slightly unfulfilled like always.

Once she had calmed mark flipped her over and fondled one breast, rolling the nipple between two fingers, as his other hand traced the curve of her hip. When her eyes readjusted he grabbed her legs, wrapped them around his waist, and rose to his knees so that her hips arched up off the bed.

A small pulse began again between her legs as she saw the purple head of his dick resting against her entrance. “I want you to watch me enter you and fuck you silly little sis’,” he groaned. And before she could say anything he thrust his hips and buried his large cock home.

Her breath rushed out at the sensation of her older brother gliding in and out of her with cruel, long thrusts. Already another orgasm was building as he pumped vigorously into her.

Mark reveled in the feel of her hot, clenching walls around his penis, his little sister’s moans only serving to entice him more and more. Grabbing her hips again he lifted her a little more, and suddenly he was pounding further and faster. The new angle ensured a deeper thrust, and Mark couldn’t resist pounding into her with long, hard strokes. The thought that he was actually fucking his sweet little sister drove him over the edge until all he could think of was her lithe body moving beneath him and her moans of passion.

He moved one hand to massage her clit as he continued to pump into her furiously, and when she finally peaked again, her hot walls clenching against him, he gave one last thrust and spilled all of his pent up desire into her.

He collapsed on top of her, burying his head between her breasts as their sweat slicked bodies gave one final spasm and they both stilled. Mark released her legs to give her breasts one last fondle before his lips captured hers in a passionate kiss. Their tongues caressed and explored as he devoured her mouth.

And finally, she felt released and exhausted, and she drifted off into a peaceful sleep. He withdrew from her body, and too tired to clean up their mixing pool of fluids, he rolled over to sleep next to her. Before his eyes drifted shut he silently opened the nightstand drawer and extracted the small bottle.

The label read ‘Genuine Chinese Aphrodisiac’. He smiled and replaced the jar, closing the drawer. It was good to be home.