TABOO TALES(erotica)

“Oh my god, Andre! I’m sorry!” she gasped, and his eyes opened in surprise. They scanned the room in confusion, then settled on her face, and she saw his body sag in relief.

“Ah, it’s you.”

“I-I thought I’d give you a quick wipe down to freshen you up. I’m sorry if I–”

“I thought it was the nurse… again. I told her no, but she didn’t stop.” A tear rolled down his cheek, and a shudder went through his body. Andre’s eyes were rolling in his head as the pill dragged him down. “Only you… can… touch.” He was out.

Cassandra gaped at him, her mind torn between her need to beat this nurse bloody with her fists and shock at his confession. Only she could touch? What did that mean? He was high on painkillers and exhaustion, so she wouldn’t put too much meaning into his words at this point, but it did seem to give her permission to continue.

She washed away the tears again, then worked her way down the left, uninjured side of his body, skipping past the area covered by his shorts. That would be creepy of her to do while he was unconscious.

His right side got the same treatment but gentler. He moaned softly, just the same. Then she used the towel to pat his body dry.

His shorts were tenting by the time she was done, and she stared at this a little too long for her own comfort. She felt like a real creeper, so she moved back to the kitchen to dump the bowl and wash it. The facecloth and towel went into the laundry bin.

Truthfully, she wasn’t looking forward to doing the laundry down in the creepy basement laundry room, but it needed to be done.

She walked back to the living room and watched Andre sleep. The bulge in his shorts had relaxed, but honestly, it wasn’t that much smaller. She pulled his top sheet up to cover him, then rushed back to her bedroom to relieve the sudden need she had. Guilt and lust battling within her mind.

What kind of sister was she?

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Sunday morning, Cassandra gave Andre his pill and served him breakfast in bed.

“Don’t get too used to this pampering!” she teased, and he smiled at her from behind his bangs as he munched on peanut-butter toast. When he was done, she got him into a chair as she pulled the sheets from the sofa bed and dumped them into the laundry bag. She folded the bed back into the sofa and put the cushions back, so he’d have somewhere to rest while she cleaned the sheets. She helped ease him back onto the couch.

“I’ll be back in ninety minutes,” she said. “Will you be okay?”

“Yes,” he said with a smile.

With a last nod, she left the apartment and headed downstairs.

It was still early, so she lucked out and had her pick of machines. She got two washers going, one for clothes and one for the sheets and towels. She cracked open her paperback and settled herself on a chair to wait.

Laundry day sucked.

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At ninety minutes, the alarm on Andre’s phone rang. This pulled him from the fuzziness clouding his brain. He sat up on the couch and looked to the door. No sign of Cassandra yet, but he listened for the sound of her key in the lock.

Ten minutes passed and still nothing. Andre began to get nervous. There was no real reason for him to worry, as there could be many reasons for her to be late. The noise in his brain got louder, and he couldn’t remain seated on the couch. He grunted as he pushed himself to his feet. He swayed for a moment.

Then he heard something. Cassandra’s voice. Raised and agitated. His feet had him moving as his brain swam. He reached the door and looked out the peephole. Someone was covering it. He frowned and listened.

“TJ, move away from my door!”

“I’m jess sayin’ we had some fun. We should do it again. I heard your pet pitbull is out of commission, so we havin’ this moment. Stop bein’ such a whiny bitch–”

The door suddenly swung inward, and TJ was falling back. Andre grabbed his throat and accelerated his fall until he slammed into the floor. He pulled back his fist and slammed it against the unconscious man’s face twice before Cassandra grabbed his arm and stopped the third strike.

He looked up at her as his vision swam. He shouldn’t have gotten so excited or moved so quickly.

“Can you help me get TJ back to his place?” Cassandra asked quietly.

Andre nodded as he tried to slow the room’s spinning. He’d do anything for her.

Cassandra ducked across the hall to open the door. It was still unlocked. Then she was back and grabbed one of TJ’s arms as Andre grabbed the other. They got him up, and she made sure the hall was empty before they carried him across and laid him down on the floor just inside his front door.

Andre looked at the determined expression on his sister’s face as she looked around. Her eyes widened in fear, and he didn’t know why.

“Andre, go back to our apartment and wait there. I’ll be right with you,” she said, and he nodded.

He crossed the hall and got to the sofa before his pain broke past the pill’s fog, and he slumped.

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