My Sister Needs an Anal Lesson

Adult Taboo Erotica

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Simon and his sister Kelly are sharing a drink on a lazy afternoon. When she casually mentions that her boyfriend wants to try anal sex, he has no clue where her devious mind is going. See, Kelly thinks the very idea is gross, but she knows it's her big brother's favorite position. The more he tells her about his experiences, the hornier she gets, until she begs him to show her how it's done! More

While Kelly and her brother Simon are sharing a drink on a Thursday afternoon, she casually mentions that her boyfriend wants to try anal sex. Simon would rather not talk about this with his 20-year-old sister, but she's so dang curious! She claims to think it's gross but the questions won't stop coming, and she knows it's Simon's favorite position. The more he tells her about his experiences, the hornier she gets, until she begs him to show her how it's done! Simon's going to give his sister a little Anal 101.



This tale of erotic taboo is 11,000 words and for readers 18 and up.



~~~ Excerpt ~~~



Kelly could only relate the experience of her friend Becky. "She said it was like...relieving herself, and then having it pushed back in, and then doing it all over again."



"Yeah, one girl told me it was like trying to squeeze toothpaste back into a tube," I said. "She hated it. But then another girl told me she actually liked that feeling."



"Becky said she'd try it again if she was with a guy who knew what he was doing."



"That's the secret to any sex, isn't it?"



Kelly was obviously trying to distract herself. When she tired of sucking on her wet hair she began to pull the strings of her hoodie. "I guess so..."



I slid my phone over the table. "Say, you want to give me Becky's number?"



Kelly knocked the phone spinning. "Noooooo!" she moaned.



"Maybe I will have another beer," I said. "All this reminiscing is making me think of all the sex I'm not having."



I barely heard her next thoughtful mumble. "Yeah, about that..."



"Mm?" I grunted from the fridge.



"Talking about stuff like this, especially when I've been drinking...it gets me kind of horny."



That wasn't a surprise. I was horny, too. Part of my reason for getting up was so I could hide my shame in the cold shadow of the refrigerator. "Uh-huh," I muttered.



"And after this whole talk I think maybe I'd be willing to try anal."



"Guess Danny owes me a high five too, then."



"No," she said. "I mean, I'm horny now, and just drunk enough to go for it."



I stuck my head deeper into the fridge. "So call him up!" I yelled. Maybe once she was gone I could actually call Becky, I thought, see what she was doing...



"He's never done it before. He just wants to do it with me," Kelly said.



That sounded like a rough time for my sister's perky bottom. "Yeesh," I said. "Good luck with that."



When she didn't respond I poked my head above the refrigerator door. She stared back at me intently. Sucking on her hair. "What?" I said, confused.



She continued to stare with wide, grinning eyes.



"Kel. What? I don't get what you're--"



"I want to try it," she said. "To see if I like it."



"So just call--" Suddenly it dawned on me. "What? NO!"



She leapt from the table. "Hear me out!" she said.



"No way!" I backed away like she was a monster in a horror movie. "Kel, you're my sister..."



She followed me around the kitchen island in a slow circle. We were both breathing way too sharply for such minimal exercise and the booze was not the one to blame. My sister suddenly looked like a wild thing, her eyes bright and bold. We circled faster until Kelly abruptly stopped, wiped her hair primly over her shoulders, and straightened the hoodie over her chest. "Okay, um, so you like butt stuff..."



"No!" I said.



"Waaaaait!" she whined. "Let's set aside the fact that this is my anal virginity we're talking about. What's wrong with you helping me?"



"Number one, you're my sister."



"That's why it's okay!"



I smacked my forehead. "How does that even make sense?"



"Because I'm asking you to help me find out if I like it! I'm asking you for help."



That actually gave me pause. I tapped my finger on the granite countertop and tried to decide if that made it any less wrong.