Brother-Sister Taboo

Three stories, over 69,000 words, of taboo erotica.

Three full-length, sultry taboo tales of first time brother-sister love, selected from Kethandra’s popular PotErotica Series, where marijuana becomes a doorway to new erotic explorations. Siblings, half-siblings and step-siblings are all represented here.

Includes:

Cherry Pie: Sister Makes Three -

A very lucky brother gets help from his gorgeous sister by encouraging her two sexy friends to become ‘born again virgins’ and use him to reimagine their first sexual experience the way they wish it could have been.

When the other two girls leave, it’s time for brother and sister to finally face their own deep attraction, and embrace the arousing possibilities of a new ‘first time’ with each other.

Dream Sister Angel -

An unexpected reunion stirs up old embarrassments and taboo lusts, bringing a young man together with his exotic half-sister, in an erotic story involving a costume angel, secret fantasies finally made real, and a realization that one time together may not be nearly enough.

Valentine’s Candy: Step-brother’s Too Big -

A clever virgin step-sister finds a way to get her well-hung step-brother where she craves him most. But to finally be together, both may need to spend some satisfying time with a sultry, sexy and very uninhibited friend of the family.

~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~

«I said that out loud, didn’t I?»

I nodded agreement. “Yes. You did.”

“Oops. Can I blame the THC?” A wide yawn followed the question. «I think I’ll add sleepiness to the blame list.”

“So a hit of pot makes you say thoughts out loud and makes you suddenly sleepy?”

“And horny.”

“Yeah, horny. I forgot that.”

She rolled her eyes. “Sure you did. Liar.”

I hesitated, caught. Then we both burst out laughing.

She stretched her arms out wide, the action pushing her chest out against the fabric. It was accompanied by a second yawn. She raised one eyebrow. «And pot apparently makes my little brother stare at his sister’s chest.»

“Uhh. I think I was staring at them before we got high. In my defense, that dress has always showed them off, and they are pretty much perfect.”

She looked surprised at the compliment.

I know I was surprised I had actually said the last part. “Wait. Did I say that out loud?”

We laughed again, harder, more nervous. Wiping a tear away from one eye, she asked. “Benny? You said this dress always displayed my little chest well. Do you mean in that old picture?”

I felt like a caught teenager all over again. Words escaped me in a stoned rush. “Do you wanna know what happened to it? My mom threw it, shattered it against that wall.”

I pointed.

“Wha…why would she do that?” Angelique looked hurt. Her voice was small.

I had dug my own grave with my blurted outburst, leading her to the question I really shouldn’t answer.

“She was mad.”

“At me?”

“No!” The pain on her face made my sister look so vulnerable. “Not mad at you at all.”

“Then…” I saw her lower lip start to quiver. «Why?”

“Because…I liked it too much.”

“Too much? Dad did hint about you really liking that picture but…”

“Alright.” I gritted my teeth, then blurted out my confession. “Mom caught me beating off, looking at it.”

She stared, mouth wide open.

My shoulders dropped. My voice was low. “Way more than you ever wanted to know about your half-brother, huh?”

I reached for the vape pen, determined to numb my embarrassment.

“Wait.” Her command stopped me. Her hand came out, palm up. “I think I need a hit first, to wrap my head around what I just think I heard.”

I handed it to her, eyes down. My sight focused on her drink. I grabbed it. «You’re right. This might be better.»

I chugged what was left in the glass, slammed it down. She coughed, releasing a swirling cloud of water vapor and started to laugh again.

My jaw set, I endured it, then started to chuckle myself. The whole situation was ridiculous, and I had no one but myself to blame for my shameful confession.

“Come here.” Long slim mahogany arms reached out to me. She stepped close before I could decide to move, hugging me tight. Her voice reached me, muffled by my neck. “That is so sweet.”

So sweet? Perving over a staged photo of my hot half-sister? She continued to hold me, until I felt my muscles begin to relax. Once I was past the worst of my angry shame I became aware of the feeling of her warm breath against my neck, her slim body pressed close to mine.

Her next words were almost inaudible, especially as I was distracted by her lips brushing the tender skin under my ear as she spoke. «And it’s kinda hot.»