Some Call It Taboo {closed}

"Holy Hell woman! Sex isn't the only thing on my mind....well......." Gives you my best cheeky grin.
"I was thinking more of inviting them out with us...just so I can watch you and her do de Salsa..Ariba!!"
 
I am a bit startled by your affectionate term... maybe it just slipped out. I brush it off and roll out of your arms to get dressed."I do need to take a quick shower though," I call over my shoulder as I step quickly to the bathroom and close the door.
 
I am puzzled by your sudden reaction and hurried manner. I watch you disappear into the bathroom and just lay there, thinking back over the past hours.
There is still a state of shock that I am even here...with you...alone.
A state of shock that you wanted this as badly as I did.
I brush it off and think that maybe this is just the beginning of many erotic rendezvous.
I hear the water running as I suddenly slip into a sound slumber......
 
I close the door and turn on the water, surprised to find myself shaking. My love? Those words did come from your lips. I tried to recall the past 24 hours and a few times, in public you called me darling, but I knew that was for the benefit of whomever we were around in public... not to show our true relationship.

I walk into the shower and let the hot liquid rush over my body. The thoughts kept racing through my head. You called me love one other time too... mentioning the sunset. Both times we weren't around anyone else. Gods! Is Quinn falling in love with me? What about my own feelings? You ceased being 'my nephew' about an hour after we arrived and I found out how mutual this attraction was for us. You've been my lover since that time. There was that word again. But you aren't my "fuck-toy".... what we have... the connection we have is so much more than just "fucking".

I turn off the water and towel dry my hair a little and wrap the towel around my breasts and tuck it in. I open the door and you are sound asleep, but your hand is cradling your semi-erect cock.

I look at your sweet face and recall that you are no longer the little boy I used to play marbles and toy trucks with. You have grown into a very handsome man and someone I cherish very much. I know that I love you as a nephew... I always have and always will, but there is something 'more" warring within me now.

I sit on the edge of the bed and run my fingers over your forehead and brush a dark lock away from your eyes.

"Quinn, baby," I call out softly. "Wake up sleepy. We need to go to dinner soon."
 
I wake up, groggy...feeling like I slept for hours. Seeing you still in a towel I realize it's only been a few minutes.
I smile as I feel your hand on my forehead. I take it in mine and kiss the plam...my teeth dragging ligthtly as I kiss your wrist.
"Thankyou for this weekend, Auntie." Is all I say. I get off the bed and walk naked to the bathroom. My turn to shower.
 
Auntie. The word snaps me back to reality. Of course you aren't falling in love with me. I laugh to myself. What on earth was I thinking? I dress, as you are still showering, in my red salsa skirt with an embroidered red top with a deep plunging neckline. I slip on sheer, very see-through red thong panties, but they are only for "show" if my skirt happens to fly up while we are dancing. As I am slipping on my red 3" stiletto heels you come out of the bathroom with the towel around your waist.

You look concerned. "What's wrong, Quinn?" I ask gently.
 
I come out of the bathroom wearign a towel. I stop dead in my tracks as my eyes take you in.
"What's wrong?"
"Well, for one thing...I have never seen you look so hot! Sweet Jesus!"
"But....well........."
 
I blush at your compliment, but my thoughts are focused on the words you didn't say....

"Well, what, Hon?"
 
"It's just...I feel..."
"I have these 2 voices inside my head. One says I love you as a man should love a woman. There other says I shouldn't even be thinking such thoughts about my Aunt."
"But fuck! I have loved you for a very long time and not in the familial sense. Now you know that beyond any doubt. What we shared here this weekend was more than just lust. Was more than just a weekend fling."
"What we shared was real, and solid, and sweet and damn it....I will not let that go...I can't let that go."
I pound my fist on the nightstand and walk back into the bathroom, leaving the door ajar as I groom myself for the evening.
 
I stand there listening to your words and my heart leaps and plummets all at the same time. My jaw is slack against my neck and I consciously have to close my mouth not once, but twice as I comprehend your words... not just your words but your feelings. You are in love with me! No, no , no! This cannot be happening! You are my sister's son. We are related by blood. No family would ever accept that! What if I had a son and my sister was sleeping with him? [/I]Oh gods![/I] I'd feel horrible... angry... bitter at them.

I step towards the open door, but stop as I hear your electric razor. A tiny voice in the back of my head screams at me, Why did you bring him here? Did you intend to just seduce him, fuck him and throw it away?

I don't know!
I scream back internally. He's sexy, he's drop-dead gorgeous. He's fun to be around. He's playful. He makes me feel young again!

Your razor stops humming and you walk out of the bathroom, still wearing the towel. You look at me with a look of passion, lust, love and hurt all rolled into one.

I walk towards you and pull your head down, savagely kissing you.
 
Tears sting my eyes as I shave my face. What a fucking fool I have made of myself. My Aunt just needed to get off. She needed to find a boy-toy to get her off and I was readily available. Fuck!! I am so stupid! I told her I loved her? As in LOVED her??? Fuckin' idiot!!
I finish the shaving and walk back into the room....unable to hide the hurt on my face. I am startled to see you standing right there at the door. I almost cuss with shock.
I see the hands on your hips, the scornful look in your eyes..and then.......
.....your mouth is savagely claiming mine. Your hands rip away the towel.
I grab your arms. I pull you away. I spin you around facing the other way.
"No!" "I will not leave this room with you this evening until I know for sure what is on your mind, what is in your heart, where we go from tomorrow morning when we get back in your car and go home."
 
As my tongue and teeth plunge into your mouth you start to kiss me back and then suddenly pull away. You turn me to face away from you, but holding me close to your chest. Where do we go? Gods help me, I do not know. I can see our faces in the mirror over the dresser. You face is hurt and angry. What words can I say that will make the hurt go away? Suddenly, I am Auntie Jewel again, wanting to comfort my nephew. And just as suddenly again I am the lover.

My voice is barely a whisper, but grows in strength as I talk. "Don't you see, Quinn?" I stare into your eyes via the mirror. "This can't work. For many reasons... number one being we are blood related. You are going back to school in a few weeks. You have your whole life ahead of you with your new career. I'm ten years older than you. People will constantly look at me, whether they know us or not, with disgust... thinking I am robbing the cradle. How would we continue a relationship when we got home? What would your mother, my own big sister, say about it? Would she hate me? You?"

I turn around in your arms to look at you and touch your face. "I do love you, Quinn. I do, but I can't fall in love with you. It can never work between us... don't you see?"
 
And with that, my whole being feels has if it has crashed to the floor at my feet.
And yet, as I hold you against my chest, as I look at you in the mirror, I see...I feel that all is not lost.
I bury my face against the right side of your neck, your skin so soft so warm....
"Can we at least finish what we started and worry about what will be once we leave here?"
 
I melt with your words and I see your face soften to compliance. "Quinn... finishing what we started..." I trail off but kiss you soundly before continuing. "If you don't fuck me later tonight, I will be severely disappointed in you. This whole weekend was about getting away where no one knew us... I told you that at the very beginning. This weekend we are not 'aunt' and 'nephew'... we are Jewel and Quinn... two lovers who cannot contain the heat between them. What happens when we go back to 'reality'..... it remains to be seen, but I..."

I am cut off by your tongue seeking out my own. You don't want to hear those words that it can't work out. We will continue the fantasy for tonight. Tonight, I will be your love ... and you will be mine. Tomorrow will take care of itself.
 
With your words I feel new life revive within me. I kiss you deep and hard and then realize its getting late and still so much to do before the sun comes up. I don't want to waste a single moment.
I take your hand and we go down front. We tell Mrs. Miller we may be out very late as this is our last night in town. She tells us to use the entrance at the backdoor when we come in.
We leave and stroll down to The Plump Tomato, my arm wrapped around your waist. We decide to sit inside and take in the full ambience of the place. We smile as we see Ernesto is still working. He waves and brings 2 menus.
 
As we walk down the stairs and greet Mrs. Miller, she nods her approval at my outfit and out the door we stroll as she yells, "Have a good time!" We walk towards the restaurant and my agitated feelings wash away. Your arm is around my waist, so natural feeling... our strides are nearly perfectly matched. It just feels right to be with you like this.

We walk into The Plump Tomato and immediately see Ernesto. I glance to his crotch and see that he is slightly aroused by seeing us.

As he walks over to our table and hands us each a dinner menu, he bows formally and then addresses you. "Sir. I want to thank you so much for the opportunity you gave me this afternoon with your wife..." At his misconception of me, I raise an eyebrow at you, but you pretend not to see me, so I keep quiet and Ernesto continues. "I had sincerely hoped to see you both again, but did not know if you come in this evening." His Italian accent was as thick as his cock and I blushed lightly at the memory. "I get off work in one hour so am very happy to see you both again!"
 
I smile at having such a gorgeous woman on my arm. I lean over and kiss the side of your head. I push you ahead as we enter the restaurant - happy to see Ernesto is still working.
As he brings our menus we strike up a bit of a conversation.
"We are happy to see you again, Ernesto. We were heading to The Hot Tamale for some dancing after we eat. We wondered if you and your girlfriend would care to meet us there."
He nods his acceptance of our invitation and promises to see us there.
He returns in 15 minutes to take our orders. I order the Tuscan Chicken with a side Garden Salad. You order the Lasagna with a side Caesar Salad. I also ask for a bottle of Chardonnay.
I remain as civil as I can during dinner...wanting to conserve my energy for the dancing and whatever else may come before sunrise.
 
I notice your quietness while waiting for our dinner and wonder if you are still thinking about our.... discussion.... earlier... can't call it an argument, but it was close. My head refuses to bounce forward into tomorrow's reality. Tonight is about you and I.... no sister, no mom, no aunt, no nephew, no college, no job.... just us.

I place my hand on yours, recalling how frisky you were the last time we were here.... was it a mere few hours ago? "Is everything.... okay, Quinn?"
 
I sit and relish the cool breeze, the sounds, the sights, the aromas.
I feel your hand on mine. Your words bring me back to the moment...
"I am fine, darling. I am just savouring everything tonight as it is our last night here. I want to be ready for whatever happens. You will have my full and undivided attention
 
I smile at your words as our fingers lace together... another perfect fit... although I really should stop thinking that way.

Ernesto brings our dinner and it is as delicious as before. We eat in relative silence, each planning something special for the other for the night to come.

After we finish our meals, we chat and drink the wine and still Ernesto has not brought the check over. You signal another waiter as we don't see him around anymore and wonder if he left work already.

"Ernesto? Yes, he's gone."

"What about our check? Surely he left it with someone else?"

The waiter looks confused and brings over the manager. When I explain that we haven't received the check yet, the manager, a portly Italian, says, "Oh, si si... Ernesto... he tells me this is your ‘oneymoon. He pay for your meals."

"This is NOT our honeymoon!" I blurt out without thinking.

You place your hand over mine and explain to the manager that you and I have been together for a while, but this is indeed our first weekend away together.

The manager happily trots away and mutters more Italian - amore and such.

"Quinn!" I whisper fiercely. "We can't lie to the man." I quickly think to Mrs. Miller, but she never asked our relationship, so we never had to lie about it. She just assumed we were lovers.

You quickly... and much more calmly than I would have... say that you did not lie... We have indeed been together for a while... we have known each other for 24 years. And this is our very first weekend away together.

My mouth opens and then closes, much like a fish out of water. You take me by the hand, raise me out of the seat and place your forefinger on my chin, closing my mouth once more before placing the tenderest of kisses on my lips.
 
I smile at your sudden outburst. Making a mental note to thank Ernesto when we see him later at The Hot Tamale.
After some brief explanation to the Manager I notice you are still aghast. I gently close your mouth and seal the matter with a kiss. Savouring the taste of you once more.
We leave the restaurant and head to the dance club to wile away the hours with dancing and drinking...and who knows what else......
 
As we walk the short distance to the dance club, I recall your reaction to the confusion at the restaurant. You wanted others to think we were married. I push the thoughts away once again as there are tomorrow not tonight.

As we enter the dance club, the music is blaring, but I am grinning from ear to ear. This is so much fun! I love to go out dancing and having a wonderful partner like you, will only make it more enjoyable. I have seen you dance before. I watched you last May at Cousin Becky's wedding... although for reasons I can't recall right now, you and I did not have a chance to dance. But I watched you... as graceful as Fred Astaire. I could only hope that I wouldn't be tripping over my own two left feet and embarrass you.

We see Ernesto sitting at a high table with a very pretty young woman sitting next to him. He waves us over and we merge through the crowd, you still holding my hand tight, as we join them.
 
I watch you come alive as we enter the bar. You let go my hand and do a little twirl in front of me. Your skirt doing nothing to hide your sweet ass.
I pull you back into my arms and my mouth assaults your neck.
We see Ernesto and a girl I can only presume is his girlfriend. He waves us over. We join them and he introduces us to Sophia, his own little "hot tamale" as he calls her. We make introductions for her benefit and order some beers. You lean against my knee as we converse and get the feel of the atmosphere in the bar. My left hand disappearing under your very short skirt. The low lights helping to conceal my actions from any prying eyes
 
We sit down and start talking with Ernesto and Sophia. "This is the couple I told you about," Ernesto tells his girlfriend.

I blink once and then say, "What did you tell her about us?" I tried to feign innocence wondering what he might have said.

But Sophia answered. With the noise in the bar she didn't have to whisper her answer, but no one would have heard her anyway. "Oh yes, he told me about this afternoon at the beach... very erotic," she winked at me with a conspiratorial smile and I laughed. Who would have thought that in this” Smalltown USA” we would have found these two open-minded people?

Sophia and I were sitting next to each other and while you and Ernesto chatted, she and I also talked. "You don't mind then," I asked her. "About what he did?"

She laughed and put her hand on my knee. "Oh no! I only wish I could have been there to watch... or join in...." she trailed off as I feel your fingers on my thigh, sliding my skirt higher. You are getting hard again, I can tell.

Suddenly, Sophia pulled me closer and whispered loudly, "Do you like girls, Miss Jewel?"

I laughed out loud. Nothing anymore was going to shock me. This whole weekend was one surprise after another and nothing would embarrass or fluster me again. "I don't know, Sophia. I've never been with a woman."

She leaned over and excitedly whispered into Ernesto's ear as I felt you tugging on my thong. I open my legs wider so that you can slide your fingers into my very damp hole and feel for yourself just how exciting this is for me.
 
I raise my beer to Ernesto as I overhear Sophia's comments to you. Smiling as I hear your response.
My fingers slide under your thong feeling how wet you are...wondering if Sophia may have something to do with that.
I lean across to Sophia and speak loud enough for you to hear, "Sophia, my Jewel wants to learn how to Salsa. I wonder if you could take her out on the floor and show her some moves."
I feel your surprise as your thighs suddenly squeeze my hand. I know too that you know I wouldn't put you into an unsafe situation.
I notice the dance floor is very crowded. "How 'bout if you show her right here in front of Ernesto & I. I think the view would be obstructed if you went out on the floor"
Sophia grins to me and kisses Ernesto on the mouth. She takes your hand and positions you in front of her with your back to her.
I move to the now vacant stool next to Ernesto for a better view.
 
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