Taboos Novels & Stories

Tears are already gathering. “I can’t do this,” I tell her. Flat. Final. “I don’t do half-measures. I can't be with someone who micro-cheats. I don’t know how to get over it. I hate sharing. A heart. A body. A soul. Not for ten seconds. Not with some random blonde guy in a parking lot.”

My pussy suddenly clenched hard at the way he said my name—low, rough, almost reverent. Since Dad died, I’d fallen headfirst into the darkest taboo p**n I could find. And now the fantasy was standing right in front of me, hard and conflicted and trying so damn hard to be the good guy. I could imagine how nice it would be to have him trapped in here with me and Mom walks in. Marriage over. Now, that's a good plan!

“Yes! There’s something wrong with you. You need help! I also think you have a taboo fetish.” He pauses in the middle of scooping vegetables into our food bowls. “Fetish?” “Yes. That’s why you’re fixated on me…” I wave my hand as I try to find the right word. Thinking hard about it, it actually makes sense if he has maybe some sort of Taboo fetish. People easily have one of those. “If I wasn’t your step-sister, I’d be nothing to you, Cicero.” His eyes narrow, but I’m currently on a roll and can’t stop. I need to get this out.

He responded calmly. “Bullshit!” Isis responded through clenched teeth. “Isis...” His voice was warning. “I told you not to talk to me so openly.” Isis threw her hands up in the air and groaned angrily into the phone. “Because it’s not acceptable due to our relation, you as my teacher and I as a student, right?” she questioned and waited for his reply. He was silent and Isis almost thought that the call had disconnected. “Yes, it’s...misleading.” He responded.

I was surprised to note that his eyes weren’t probing mine for answers and his voice only held concern. “What’s there to talk about?” my voice had not come out as strong as I’d have wanted it to, but it had not cracked, and that was all that mattered to me at the moment. “The rogues, Cole,” he shrugged nonchalantly, his posture deceivingly relaxed, “anything else that might bother you.” My whole body trembled. I could not help it and it infuriated me. Nobody talked to me about those two subjects. They knew it was taboo to me. I might wake up screaming in the middle of the night and cry myself to sleep afterwards but I never breathed a word about it. That was just the way things were –and I l

Nwakali said while moving his hands in an amusing way. “I have always said this thing quite a number of times, but only a few people understands. When a child begins to play with fire, and no one tells him to stop, the child will continue playing with the fire until the fire consumes him or her," Nwakali stopped. He waited until the crowd shouted in approval before he proceeded. “A taboo has been committed in our land and the sad thing...” He stopped again to see the reaction on the people’s faces. They were shocked and waiting eagerly to hear the name of the culprit who had defied their gods.

"The thing is, I don't have an issue with Master having sex with his sister or mother, nor do I have any issues having sex with his parents anymore, or Cindy, for that matter. I've accepted it's natural for him to do so. But having sex with my own seems sinful in a way his having sex with his family does not, probably because they are my parents. It doesn't really matter what the law says; we've been raised to believe it's wrong. So I can accept him having sex with his and you with yours, because the law says it's fine, but my own is entirely different somehow, because they're mine." "I know. I liked having sex with Dan and Harry on Memorial Day and Dan since. But thinking about sex with my

My body’s still buzzing from earlier, from his words, my touch. “We both have fantasies we tell each other but hide from the real world,” he adds. “Let’s make each other happy, tick some boxes on that fantasy list.” He’s right, and I hate it. We’re alike, both craving something wild, something secret. But that doesn’t mean it’s safe. What if we meet and it’s a disaster? What if he’s not what I expect—or worse, what if I’m not? I stare at the screen, torn. “I’ll think about it. Goodnight,” I type, shutting it down.

I don’t want to keep bringing the past, but as Naina said, the society doesn’t approve anything beyond its norms, and then as we all know this is taboo, forbidden. We need to be very careful in meeting people who don’t judge us. It will be a very tough journey but you all need to stick together. Promise”? Noah stretched his hand and he smiled when everyone held his hand strongly. Moon looked at Lexi in his lap and Sky leaning at his shoulder and promised himself that he would never leave them, no matter what. ---- Tabby -----

Only feel—his fist gliding, twisting over the head, the way his breath fanned my throat, the hard ridge of his erection pressing against my hip through his slacks. “Look at you… so shaky. You like it when I touch you, don’t you?” “Yes… oh god yes… more please…” I tried to reach for him, wanted to palm the thick outline straining his fly, wanted to feel how hard he was for me but he caught my wrists again, pinned them higher. “Uncle…” “What do you want, pretty boy?” We needed to stop. We had to. My parents. The family. This is taboo.. But my body screamed otherwise.