TABOO TALES(erotica)

I had never desired anyone more than I desired Laura in that moment. Stacy and all the other sorority girls were just casual one-night stands, the occasional fuck to satisfy a physical urge. But this was different. Thinking of Laura made my heart sting with an odd pain. It clouded my judgment and sent my emotions into a frenzy. Standing next to her and facing her rejection, these strange but undeniable feelings burst to the surface.

“I can’t help the way I feel. I love you, L.” My voice cracked on the last word, partly from emotion and partly from uncertainty. How could I say that to my own cousin? I gritted my teeth and swallowed hard in order to suppress the tears. I hated myself for being so desperate and vulnerable.

“I love you too, Ben. Just not like that.” Laura placed her hand on mine and gave a consoling squeeze. It was cold comfort.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Exhaling a burst of hot air through my flared nostrils, I snatched my hand from her and stormed off.

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I couldn’t stay. I couldn’t. It would drive me crazy. As I paced angrily around the living room, sniffling and wiping the water from my eyes, I spotted the bright sunlight shining through the open front door. Who would stop me?

I stormed towards it, forgetting about my belongings and completely neglecting to consider that my only mode of transport would be to hijack my uncle’s car. My footsteps slammed louder and louder as I became more and more blinded by emotion. I was totally throwing a fit. What happened to the cool, calm, and suave Ben that attracted so many college girls? I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. I shoved that self-awareness and fear of losing control to the back of my mind and let my anger take over.

I made it two steps outside before I was tackled to the ground.

“There you are, you little shit!” Aunt Beth’s son, Mike, had pinned me down and was roughing up my hair with his knuckles.

The sudden violence shook me out of my feelings. “Mikey, is that you? You rat bastard! Where the hell did you come from?” I shoved him off me.

“Came straight from your girl’s place! Guess she found herself a bigger man.” Mike opened up his arms, as if challenging me to a fight.

“Yeah, right! Only thing you’ve fucked is your pillow, you virgin.” I reached out to slap him, but he deflected my attack.

“That’s enough, you two! And quit it with the profanity. There are kids here!” Carrie snapped.

Eric giggled. “It’s alright, Aunt Carrie! I’m not a kid anymore. I’m all grown up now.”

“Aw, sure you are, sweetie! Sure you are.” Carrie bent down and kissed Mike’s little brother on the cheek.

Behind them, Aunt Beth and her husband unloaded their station wagon. Mike and I put an end to our battle of masculinity and hugged it out.

“You look like shit,” he noted.

“And you smell like it,” I retorted.

“What can I say? It gets sweaty tapping all that pusssaaayy, y’know what I mean? Heh heh heh!” Mike joked quietly to avoid Carrie’s ire. He shoved me towards the cabin. “C’mon, let’s grab a beer and catch up.”

I resisted his attempt to push me inside. “You go in and grab the beers. I’ll wait outside.”

“What do you mean outside? It’s cold as balls out here, bro!”

“Aw, is little Mikey afraid of the snow?” I mocked. “Don’t be a pussy. C’mon, let’s sit out on the logs like we used to.”

“Yeah, and get blasted like we used to,” he whispered, prompting both of us to burst out in snickers. “Alright, you got me. Find us a good spot. I’ll be right back.”

“Hey, L. How are ya?” Mike paused just short of the porch steps, seemingly forgetting about our beers. He waved up at Laura, who was still standing on the balcony.

“Hi, Mike. Nice to see you again.” Laura responded with a warm smile.

“You settle down with a decent boy yet?”

Laura giggled. “None of your business.”

“C’mon, you can tell me! Is he cute?”

Not wanting to hear any more about Laura’s love life, I prodded Mike with a slap on the back. “Man, just get the goddamn beers!”

“Alright, chill! I’m going, I’m going! Sheesh, what the hell…” He disappeared through the doorway.

I looked up to see Laura retreating back into her room.

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Mike and I caught up and joked around on the logs beside the cabin until nightfall. By the end of it, empty beer bottles were strewn across the ground. Mike was slumped against a log, mouth agape and snoring loudly. I was left with nothing to do and was too distracted to sleep. I decided to grab another beer and wallow in my sorrows in the quiet night air.

The cabin had gone dark, presumably because everyone was asleep. As I entered, I heard a faint sobbing coming from the living room. Concerned that Mike’s little brother was having nightmares again, I rushed over.

“Eric, buddy, is that you? There are no monsters, I promise.”

When I peeked over the couch, I realized that it was Laura. She was slumped over, sobbing into her knees. As soon as she heard me, she snapped up and wiped her face with her palms.

Taking a deep breath, she gathered herself. “Sorry, I thought you had gone in for the night. Eric’s fine. I tucked him in an hour ago.” Her voice was nasally, making it obvious that she had been crying for a while. “Where’s Mike?”

“He’s passed out outside.” I nodded towards the front door. “Probably getting eaten by a bear,” I mumbled.

Laura giggled out loud. But the very next moment, an awkward silence fell over us again. I could see a few empty bottles on the coffee table, indicating that she had been drinking too.

I decided to take a chance. “You look like you could use a drinking buddy. I could use one, too.”

She seemed to hesitate for a moment, glancing at the stairs which were her escape. Then, she looked back at me. Despite the dark, her watery eyes glistened in the moonlight. “I suppose another beer won’t hurt. Just don’t think I’m some alcoholic.”

I shook my head. “I don’t think that… anymore.”

She snickered and gave me a gentle nudge towards the kitchen.

I sighed in relief and flashed a nervous smile. “Cool.” I ran to the fridge and returned with a beer in each hand.

We sat down on the couch, our postures rigid and an awkward space between us. An uneasy tension lingered over us as we sipped our drinks in silence.

When our bottles were a quarter empty, I finally spoke up. “Were you crying because of me?”

After calming down with the help of Mike and the alcohol, I felt genuinely guilty about the way I had treated Laura. She was only doing what she thought was right, after all. There were certain desires we shouldn’t give in to.

Laura shook her head. “Not you specifically. Just… this whole thing is messed up. Is it wrong for us to feel this way?”

I knew what the answer was, but she had practically admitted that she felt the same way, and my desire overcame any morality or logic.

“You know, I cried over you, too,” I admitted.

Laura turned to me with a shocked expression on her face.

I chuckled softly. “Yeah. I almost left, too. I would have, if Mike hadn’t pummeled me.”

“Oh, Ben…” Her voice was filled with tearful emotion.

I sighed and shook my head. “I just can’t help it, L,” I whispered. “You’re all I think about. I’m going crazy.”

“What are we going to do?” she asked fearfully.

“I… I don’t know.”

I placed my hand onto the couch in the space between us. Slowly, Laura slid hers closer until it was over my palm. The feeling of her fingers gently brushing against mine sent sparks through my entire body. Our fingers interlocked, and we held each other tightly for a long moment. How wrong could it be if we both desired it so badly?

I brought her hand up to my lips and kissed it softly. Then, I worked my way up her arm until I had pulled her to me. Our noses brushed against each other, ever so lightly. I immediately became erect. It strained against my pants and throbbed desperately. I placed a hand on her cheek and wiped the tears with my thumb, then brushed her hair behind her ears. She inhaled a shaky breath. I could practically sense her arousal.

We closed our eyes, and, finally, our lips met once again. The taste of her mouth sent my emotions into overdrive. I pressed into her lovingly and felt her push back with equal intensity. For several minutes, the empty expanse of the cabin echoed with the suction of our lips and the sounds of our light moaning.

Unable to resist any longer, I pushed Laura onto her back and tore her pants and panties off in one motion. I left her sweater on and didn’t even bother taking off my own pants. As soon as Laura unbuckled my belt and zipper, I shoved her hands away and aimed my member.

The tip had barely pierced her labia when a sudden noise from the front door sent us flying off the couch once again.

“Fuck!” I whispered frustratedly. We pulled our pants back up and caught our breath before turning towards the entrance.

Mike stumbled through the doorway. “B, you in here? Grab me another beer, will ya? Urgh!”

Laura and I caught him before he planted his face onto the wooden floor. We glanced at each other nervously, praying that Mike hadn’t seen anything in his drunken stupor.

Thankfully, it didn’t seem like he did. “Laura, is that you? It’s way… buurrrrrp… past your bedtime, young lady!”

“I know, Mike. I know. Let’s get you some rest.” Laura helped me carry him up the stairs. “You got this?” she asked as we arrived at my room.

I nodded silently and watched her disappear into her room. Our eyes met for a brief moment before she shut the door.

Turning back to Mike, I let out a disappointed sigh. “Alright, big guy. Let’s get you to sleep.”