I- Chapter 02

-PAGE: EROTICA + TV

-TITLE: THE FORBIDDEN LIMIT

-AUTHOR: LOLO

-CHAPTER 2:

If I hadn't been so ashamed and embarrassed, I probably would have laughed too. She resumed her laughter and said, a little more seriously;

"You really should close the door when you do that."

I said curtly;

"Yes, yes."

Belvine said, looking me straight in the eye;

"Well, you didn't do it properly, the wind must have blown it open. It's blowing hard outside, but you wouldn't have noticed."

She concluded with a sympathetic smile;

"Your mind was elsewhere, I suppose."

She walked around the bed and looked at the phone, which was still unlocked, and asked mischievously;

"What are you jerking off to, anyway?"

She looked down and asked, as if she'd discovered something; Lolo's EROTIC + TV Stories

She asked, looking me in the eye again, but with a questioning look;

Do you like lesbians?

I could see that lying was pointless, and that the damage was done anyway, so I said;

Yeah, I think all guys like that.

Belvine shook her head, looked at the stock photo, and said with a smirk;

Lesbians…

Then she dropped to her knees, looked more closely, and said;

These stories are so hot! Say, do you think that brunette looks a bit like me?

I could see from her face that it was the same Belvine, the one who always made stupid jokes and returned the favor, and I started to feel a little less embarrassed. I shook my head and said;

She doesn't look like you at all. Do you think I'd be perverted with a girl who looks like my sister?

She said, getting up;

Ohhh

I assumed she was pretending to be disappointed. She backed up to the foot of my bed and, with a smile, said;

No, she's not like me at all. I was just messing with you, except…

She paused;

You're doing enough for both of us.

I put the pillow over my head and said;

Go ahead.

I was still embarrassed, but Belvine had managed to calm me down. She was good at this kind of thing.

She went to the door and turned to say;

I'd better leave you alone now. You look like you have my hands full.

And, with a smirk, she finished;

One of them, anyway.

She went out and made a big deal about the door being properly closed.

I lay there for a while, recovering from the shock, but since the moment had been ruined and the desire had been overwhelmed by a sick shame, I got up, took a long shower, and went for a long bike ride.

I came back a few hours later, after dark, to find Belvine sitting in the living room, watching television.

I asked, "Where's Mom?"

She immediately replied, "Did you forget? She's gone to the coast to spend time with Dad." She left right after work, her head in the clouds. Since she's been talking about it all week, it's just you and me here for the next two days.

Belvine told me my dinner was in the microwave, so I heated it up and ate it quickly, avoiding her as much as possible. Not out of spite, but because I was still a little ashamed. I said goodnight, took another shower, and went to bed.

After a while, I heard the shower running in the bathroom next to my room, and then, after it stopped, I heard Belvine moving. Then it was silent for a few minutes, even though the light in the hallway was still on. I had trouble falling asleep, and a moment later, I heard two knocks, even though my door was ajar, and then Belvine's voice.

She said, "Rony, it's me."

I answered without trying to sound abrupt.

I didn't think it would be anyone else.

She continued, "Can I come in?"

I answered even though I was still a little embarrassed. __Of course I do.

She stepped into the doorway, a silhouette in the hallway light.

She said,

__I thought it best to knock, after, you know, today.

I saw her shoulders shrug in the dark, and I said, exasperated in my voice,

__Forget it!

She moved closer and said,

__That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Today, I mean. Turn on your bedside lamp. I don't want to blind you by turning on the bedroom light.

I turned on the bedside lamp and saw she was wearing light blue cotton summer pajamas. To be honest, they were pretty sexy, and in the past, I have to admit I'd jerked off at the thought of her wearing them. The memory didn't ease my guilt.

She said, "Look, everyone does this kind of thing. We all do it."

I asked, "Do we all do it?"

I was really surprised she'd said that, and in my life, I'd never imagined my sister doing this to herself, pleasuring herself like this, all by herself. Suddenly, the thought made my heart ache. Belvine wasn't done yet, though.

She smiled, "Of course! Do you think girls get to a certain age and suddenly want to have sex? We're horny long before then, so what are we going to do?" Of course we do.

She came over and sat down to my left, on the edge of my bed. She said:

Remember those silly games we used to play when we were kids? Playing doctor? That kind of thing?

I thought about it and said, avoiding her gaze:

Yes, I remember that.

She continued:

What about the other game, and all the times you played Mommy and Daddy?

I laughed for a moment thinking about it. We hadn't talked about those games in years. I thought it was something she wanted to forget. I smiled;

I remember it very well.

TO BE CONTINUED...