Sleeping Taboo Novels & Stories

Damon “Hey baby, wake up.” Tabby’s tongue is in my ear, and I slowly open my eyes, looking around- did she sleep over? “What are you doing here still?” I ask, my voice scratchy and annoyed. “Well, I couldn’t walk home so late,” she pouts, rolling over and looking into my eyes, but this annoys me further. She knows damn well I don’t do sleepovers. “As you pointed out last night, Tabby, you live on the grounds. I am pretty sure you would have made it home just fine,” I groan, sitting up, and she stares at me.

I don’t sleep like an Angel… Sorry not sorry. Oh, you don’t know what that means? It means, I sleep with my mouth open and saliva escapes my lips while I sleep. I try, I really do but I can’t help it. Major reason why I refused to sleep on the same bed with him last night.. Or this night? Whatever!

Fear has already taken over. After the call, we received our numbers andwent straight to bed. It was a pile of straw covered with a sheet. What nostalgia! If I close my eyes I bet I can imagine myself in the neutral zone again. The Tabo brothers seemed extremely uncomfortable with this. At least in one thing I am better than them! Vani didn't bother, she was tired, and as soon as she finished changing she lay down and didn't move anymore. This is very strange. In the neutral zone, never would a girl sleep in the same hut as three grown boys. The brothers, Tabo acted normally as if they had not even noticed that Vani was a girl, felling asleep shortly after. I couldn't sleep.

-And you won't go out at night. -No, mother, I promise I'll take care of myself. -It's okay... -I'll be fine, really, nothing bad will happen to me. -I don't know why I keep feeling this way, but I'm going to trust that you'll be fine. -I don't understand why you're so afraid if nothing ever happened to me. -No, but you're of age now and you haven't had sex, that's something the gods like. -Mom, calm down, we've never seen one. -It's true, I'm calming down.

It was sharp and cracked at the edges, the sound of something splitting under pressure. “Taboo,” she cried, her voice lifting into the trees like an accusation meant for the moon itself. “Absolute taboo.” I turned to face her fully, my hands clenched at my sides. The night felt colder now, heavier. “Lower your voice,” I said. “You don’t know what you think you saw.”

I yanked the sheet back to the bed and cover myself. Thanus smirked smugly and uttered, "I've seen everything last night, woman. While you dancing on top of the fucking table and fuck! Drinking alcohol is prohibited in this cabin!" he shouted as he turned back to his grumpy behavior. He then turned around and exited the room banging the door closed. Left alone, my jaw dropped, and stared at the door as I was left alone. I...what? "Oh, freaking hell," an embarrassed groan rolled out of my throat. Slouching back to the bed, I tugged my hair.

"It's okay, baby. We all make mistakes. Just promise me you'll stop, okay?" "I promise," I said, meaning it. And I did stop, for a while at least. But the temptation was always there, lurking in the back of my mind. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help myself. I tried to focus on other things, on my job and my friends. But at night, alone in my bed, I would think about them. I would touch myself, imagining their hands on my body, their mouths on my cock. It was a dangerous game I was playing, one that could end in disaster. But I couldn't stop myself. I was addicted to the forbidden, to the taboo.

“You’re his—oh god—” “Say it.” He thrust harder, punctuating his words. “Tell them who’s fucking you.” “Jake’s father—” I moaned, shame burning through me, making everything more intense. “My ex’s dad is—*fuck*—” “That’s right.” He leaned over me, chest against my back, mouth hot against my ear. “And you love it, don’t you? How wrong this is. How fucked up. The taboo makes you wetter than anything else ever has.”

His duffel is on the bed, still mostly packed. I know I shouldn’t. I know I’m crossing about a hundred lines. I do it anyway. I grab one of his t-shirts from the bag—black, worn soft from use and bring it to my face. It smells so strongly of him that it makes my head spin. Perfect. I take it to my room and close the door. Then I strip off my sleep shorts and panties and climb onto my bed with his shirt. This is crazy. This is probably the definition of pathetic.

"Ahhhh, that's a good BOY! Give your big sister everything you've got." Mary carefully closed the door behind her. This was her new normal, she supposed. And she was surprisingly alright with that. * Tabitha looked down at her pussy, confused. It was early morning and she was still naked. All the girls had started sleeping that way, just in case.