I- Chapter 03

-PAGE: EROTICA + TV

-TITLE: THE FORBIDDEN LIMIT

-AUTHOR: LOLO

-CHAPTER 3:

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.

She became serious again and said;

Well, this might surprise you, but sometimes, most of the time, after those games, I would go back to my room and...

She paused, as if wondering if she should continue;

kind of, uh, uh,... ...touch myself.

She gave me a questioning look and said;

Uh, have you ever...?

I lied;

No.

She said with real disappointment in her voice;

Ohhh, well... And then there was yesterday.

I asked, guilt rising in me;

Yesterday?

She began; __Well, yeah, yesterday... I was there, all upset, and you came over and, uh, you said all these nice things, and you made me feel so much better about myself, and you were lying there, right next to me, and it was nice to cuddle up with a man and feel good about myself...

She paused before adding;

__You know?

I said;

__A man? But that man is your brother.

I had a vague idea, or maybe just wishful thinking, but I had a vague idea of ​​what that could possibly mean, but I had to say it anyway.

She replied;

__Okay, you are, but I couldn't help it if it still felt good.

I said nonchalantly.

__Glad I could help.

She asked;

__Do you know what I did after you left?

I said;

Surprise me!

She did surprise me;

I touched myself.

She looked me straight in the eyes, as if she'd said something completely normal, knowing full well that it wasn't.

Even now, I still don't know what I was going to say when she said that, but it doesn't matter, because my throat tightened and became so dry in an instant that all that came out was;

Ahhhhhhhh

She said, looking down, modestly;

Well, girls have feelings.

I was still too stunned to speak. I guess I knew more or less where she was going with this, but it was still so far from how things usually went that I thought I'd misheard, or maybe just misinterpreted.

She said, looking me straight in the eyes, as if she knew the answer;

__And you? Yesterday, I mean.

I lied again, pursing my lips and shaking my head, as if that were out of the question;

__No.

__BELVINE: Oh.

Disappointment in her voice again, and this time a little surprise too.

She said:

__Anyway, I've been thinking...

I'm intruding;

__It's always dangerous when you start thinking.

After all, she was my sister, and we always said things like that.

She shook her head, with that expression of false compassion for the afflicted she used to give me when I said something stupid, as a joke, and caught her breath. She seemed to think for a moment, then said:

__Listen to me, Rony. Think about it. We're both here, aren't we? Me in my room, touching myself...

She paused, pointing to her room;

__...and you're here, in this room, you know, doing...

She paused again;

__...everything you, uh, do...

She seemed lost for words for a moment.

She sighed and continued, as if she'd said it all at once;

__So, why don't we, uh, help each other?

I was amazed, and I wanted this more than a child wants Christmas, but I didn't think I could do it in front of her. So I stammered;

__I can't..., I don't..., think...

She leaned forward and said in a soothing voice:

__It's not like we've never seen each other. We could look at each other, but not touch if you're a little shy, just play a little, maybe kiss like we used to.

I had butterflies in my stomach, and I wondered: What if she doesn't think what I think?

But she tried another approach;

__Rony, if you were excited and wanted to, uh,...

And to my dismay, she made a thumb-up motion on her hand, almost, but not quite, making a fist;

__...wouldn't you rather look at a real, hot, real girl? Not Lolo's fiction (EROTICA + TV)

She met my gaze. I was always uncomfortable doing that in front of anyone, even Belvine. She approached, without speaking, maintaining eye contact, took my left hand, and gently pressed my finger into the skin of her left forearm.

She said softly;

That's true.

I was fighting my own reluctance, if that's possible, but to conclude, she seemed to have an idea. She brought my hand to her left breast, gently turning it and pressing it against the thin cotton of her pajama top, so that I clearly felt she was wearing nothing underneath. I felt the warm, round shape of her breast, with its soft nipple, beneath the fabric, and I felt her nipple harden slightly under my touch.

She said softly, her voice a little raspier this time;

That's also true.

I melted. The world collapsed beneath my feet. A roller coaster. Choose your cliché? Whatever it is, it happened to me.

Then she removed my hand from her lovely breast, leaned down, and kissed me on the mouth. It was the same kiss she gave me when I was thirteen, the same, but different this time. It was an adult kiss, a full-mouthed kiss. A soft, full-mouthed kiss. A light brush of her tongue, which made me want to know more, which allowed me to smell and taste her sweet breath, and let it work its magic on me. It was definitely not the kind of kiss you usually receive from your sister.

She said softly, her face still close enough for me to be intoxicated by her breath;

Have you made a decision?

ME: I think...

I paused with a sigh;

...this could be fun.

She leaned down, placed her right thumb and index finger on either side of my erect cock, through the sheet and my underwear, and gently slid them along its length. Her touch was exquisite, and I think I gasped slightly. I know I flinched. She turned to me and said,

I know you're a little hesitant, but someone has already made up their mind.

She repositioned herself on the bed, kneeling on my left side, her head near my sheet-covered crotch, and her lovely buttocks inches from my face. She was still gently caressing me through the sheet, and I knew I'd received a golden invitation, but I was still hesitant to go any further, afraid of overstepping the mark and ruining the moment for good. I was so turned on by the sight of this intimate part of her body, so close to me, inviting me to caress it, but I still hesitated.

She turned back over her shoulder and said simply,

Touch me.

Her voice was little more than a whisper.

TO BE CONTINUED...