Into Her Life: (The Complete Taboo Story of Forbidden Love) (6 page)

"I..." he started, then paused as he continued to stroke away. "I don't know if I can."

"Pull out then," she said. "Just don't worry about it."

He suddenly stopped and adjusted his position, sitting up and rolling her onto her side. She obeyed his directions and swung her leg across so that he could take her on the side, his cock cutting in deep. She moaned at how deep he was going, but in the new position he was hitting her g-spot, sliding along the sensitive spot inside.

C.J. put a hand on her breast and massaged her, feeling and squeezing her swollen tit, rubbing his thumb against her hard nipple. "Fuck," she moaned, reached down to massage her clit. The orgasm was coming, and touching herself brought it forth even faster. She squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated on the feelings: his hand on her breast, his cock sliding deep inside of her, his body pushing against hers, her fingers on her clit and...

She came, a deep, shuddering come, the orgasm was different from the earlier one. The first was all tingles and electricity, and the second one was a force, like thunderclaps pounding out from her pussy through her body. Every muscle tightened, everything locked, and she gasped, "Oh, oh, uh, uh, ohhhhhh."

C.J. suddenly sped up, hammering away, and then he pulled out of her and came, shooting his come across her body. It spattered across her side, her belly, her breasts, all the way up to her neck, with the last drops dribbling onto her hip as C.J. panted and gasped, his head rolling.

He flopped down on his side next to her. They looked at each other.

"Holy shit," she said, then giggled and reached over to touch him on the cheek. "We're a mess."

"We really are." He closed his eyes tight for a moment, then sat up. "Can I grab you a towel or something?"

"Take something from the clothes hamper," she said. He stood up, found the hamper in the dark, and brought her a towel. She took it and quickly cleaned herself up, then tossed the towel back at the hamper.

C.J. lay back down next to her. He reached over and cupped her breast in his hand, gently squeezing and caressing it. "What now?" he said softly.

"I don't know," she said. She was enjoying watching him play with her body. "But I think we're a little fucked up."

"Do you think we're crazy or something?" he asked. "Like, is there something really wrong with us?"

"I don't know. But it seems strange that we'd both go crazy in the same way at the same time, doesn't it?"

"I guess." He looked her in the eye. "But I think you're right. I think we're fucked."

She rolled on her back and stared into the darkness. She knew whatever trouble they were getting into had only just begun.

Chapter Eight:
My Sister's Perfect Ass

Smoke drifted up from the tip of Keryn's cigarette, creating a smoggy blue fug around the ceiling of her bedroom. She knew she shouldn't be smoking in there. If she kept it up, pretty soon the stink would seep into every inch of her closet and drawers, and everything she owned would smell like cigarette smoke. It was a stupid thing to do, but bad decisions seemed to be her specialty at the moment.

She was naked, lying on her side in bed. The ashtray was on her nightstand, within easy reach. Nestled tightly behind her, also naked, was her brother C.J., his exhausted cock pressed against the back of her thighs. He held his sister's breast, his face snuggled against the back of her neck. She took a drag on the cigarette and exhaled. They watched the smoke drift up and collect in the dim corners. It was late Saturday afternoon, and the blinds were shut.

C.J. took his hand from her breast and plucked the cigarette from between her fingers, bringing it to his own lips. He took a drag, blew out, and gave it back to her.

They hadn't spoken in some time.

They'd made love for the first time the night before. It had been traumatic and confusing, but an ecstatic experience which neither of them could have possibly anticipated before C.J. came to stay with her. After all, they hadn't seen each other once since they were in middle school, and at that time they couldn't stand each other. Yet somehow they'd each felt a magnetic pull, and in less than two weeks time they'd found themselves locked in a lover's embrace, fucking with wild abandon. Then after coming, and after a long period of languid caresses, they'd eventually slept, tangled together on Keryn's bed.

In the morning Keryn found C.J.'s cock, and it took only the slightest contact to tease him to a rock-hard erection. She'd quickly put him in her mouth to moisten him and then mounted, climbing on top of her brother and riding him to orgasm. After she'd come he'd rolled her over and taken her from behind, slamming his cock into her pussy until finally he came inside of her, his shame about coming inside his sister's vagina now gone.

They'd showered together, soaping each other and endlessly necking under the spray of water, standing holding each other and kissing, their tongues working, their lips working, making love to each other's mouths. But still they barely spoke out loud to each other.

After the shower they dressed in loose clothes and went to the kitchen where they ate toast and eggs and coffee, and then wordlessly looked at each other, smiled, and retired to the bedroom to fuck again. And so it went for the day: snacking, smiling, making love, and barely a word passing between them.

Keryn crushed the cigarette out in the tray. "Mom called last night," she said, breaking the silence.

"When?"

"While we were out," she said. "Did you check your phone? She left a message on mine. She wants to know if everything is going okay. She's concerned."

He languidly fondled her breast, gently squeezing and massaging it. "She should be, I guess," he said. "This isn't exactly going according to plan, is it?"

"No," she answered. "But she's probably worried that we're not getting along."

"Well, that's definitely not the case," he said. "We're definitely getting along." He nuzzled his nose into the waves of reddish-brown hair behind her ear. "Maybe too well."

"Maybe." She turned her head slightly toward him, appreciating the snuggling closeness of his face against her neck. "Do you know why you..." She trailed off.

"What?"

"You know," she said. "Why you started feeling this way. Like you wanted this."

"Mmm," he mumbled. "Watching you do yoga in the mornings."

"I knew it," she giggled, half-turning to look at him. "I knew you were watching."

"And you were putting on a show," he replied. "The thing is, guys usually get hardons in the morning because they need to pee, right? That's morning wood. So I wake up with this massive woody, I open my eyes, and there you are in these super-tight shorts, bending over and showing me your ass. That's a little weird. And you're doing this crazy yoga routine, and my dick is so hard. I ended up jacking off without even meaning too."

"I knew it."

"Yeah. And that planted the little seed in my mind, right? And I was telling myself it was just a goofy one-off, just something stupid, but the next morning I wake up early, hoping to see you put on another show. And all I can think about all day and every night is seeing this ass." He pushed his hips forward, grinding against her bum. "It's weird to say," he went on, "but you've got the best-looking ass I've ever seen."

Keryn smiled. "Thank you. That's sweet of you to say."

She could feel his dick starting to stiffen against her. He kissed her on the back of the neck, and his hand slid down from her breast, down her side to her hip, and then slowly inward, teasing at her neatly-trimmed pubic hair.

"You better hang on," she said. "I'm starting to get a little sore."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"We've already had sex, what? Four times since last night? My pussy is getting sore. You've got a pretty big dick."

"Thank you. That's sweet of you to say," he said, sweetly mimicking her. Then, in his normal voice, he asked, "Is there any alternative?"

She thought for a moment, wrestling with a decision. It didn't take long for her to make up her mind. She was already in transgressive territory. Nothing seemed like going too far now. "Wait here," she said. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

Keryn slipped off the bed and padded on bare feet out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. She locked the door behind her, looked in the mirror at her face and at her slender, fit body, and took a deep breath. Then she turned and looked over her shoulder at the reflection of her bum in the mirror. It was the best-looking ass he'd ever seen. She smiled.

After performing her toilet duties, she stepped into the shower and meticulously cleaned herself. Then she looked under the sink for a little zip-up make-up bag. The pink bag was there, right where it was supposed to be. She unzipped it. Inside were two vibrators, a bottle of sanitary solution for cleaning them after use, and a container of lubricant.

There was a large and a small vibrator. The bigger of the two was a seven-inch vibe covered in pink silicone gel. It was waterproof, and Keryn most often used it in the bathtub, which is why the bag lived in the bathroom. The second vibe was a small, slender, and smooth device. This was one that she used for her occassional ventures into anal play, which sometimes had a role in her masturbation rituals, especially if she was a long time between boyfriends. She took the small vibe out and applied some lube to its tip.

She got down on her knees and leaned her elbows on the side of the tub. Then with another deep breath she guided the tip of the vibrator to her ass, pushing it gently against her hole. There was a familiar stab of discomfort, a moment of painful pressure, and she remembered her secret: to push back with her ass. The tip slipped inside her. The vibe was tapered very gently and not too thick, so she was able to work it in and out without difficulty.

Anal sex was not part of Keryn's usual sexual routine. She'd done it with two boyfriends previously, once with one and twice with the other. Neither of them were endowed as well as C.J. though, and she knew this would take some preparation. She turned the vibrator on, and as it began to buzz merrily, she felt a wave of pleasure pass through her ass, forward through her pussy, and all through her belly.

She worked the small vibe effortlessly in and out then gently pulled it out, letting her anus seal tightly. She pushed it in again, then out. She repeated this action a few more times, relaxing her asshole, getting it used to penetration.

Next she took out the larger pink vibe, applied some lube, and then pressed the tip gently to her ass, spreading her cheeks with one hand and pushing the thicker unit against her tight butt-hole. Again she pushed back against it, relaxing the tight ring of muscles and allowing the pleasure-tool to slip inside. She slowly pushed it in deeper, closing her eyes and working on her asshole, getting it ready for what was coming next.

After a minute of patiently ass-fucking herself with the pink vibrator, and then taking it out and re-inserting it a few times for good measure, Keryn was hornier than hell. She put the big pink back inside of her, turned up the vibrations, and began rubbing her clit. Her pussy may have been sore from getting pounded by a big, thick cock every few hours, but there was still plenty of sex in her.

She was starting to feel tingles. Her nipples were hard and she could sense the seed of an orgasm deep within her, but this isn't how she wanted to bring it out. She wanted to get fucked. She withdrew the buzzing vibrator from her ass, cleaned both of the devices, and returned them to their zip-up home. She slipped a finger up inside her backside to make sure she was lubricated enough for what was ahead, and the digit entered her without difficulty. She was so horny now. She tossed the bag under the counter and headed back to her bedroom.

C.J. was lying on the bed with his hands behind his head. A sheet lay across his naked body, although he wasn't consciously trying to cover up. His cock, which had been hardening with lust for his sister minutes ago, had gone down during her absence. He was thinking about other things now. He had to play a second of three nights with a local cover act at a local watering hole in a few hours. Although he was always ecstatic about performing, he wasn't too interested in it tonight. He was more interested in staying home and... well, fucking his sister.

But he was also thinking about his parents. He would have to talk to his mom and dad soon, and put their minds at ease about how things were going between him and Keryn. And he would have to do it in a way that hinted at nothing. He was nervous about that. He was a terrible liar. His mom could read him better than a book. Even telling her everything was fine would somehow reveal too much.

He knew how wrong it was, everything that was going on in this apartment. It was twisted, it was sick, but somehow it was beautiful and beyond amazing too, like some kind of brilliant poem or a beautiful painting. He wanted to play endless guitar solos about how he felt, but he was worried they would come out like bad '80s love ballads. But beautiful and poetic or not, it was still pretty screwed up.

Keryn stepped in through the bedroom door. She did a little twirl across the room, pausing by her desk, obviously very happy to be parading herself naked for her audience of one. "Hi," she said, a big smile on her face.

"Hi," C.J. said, propping himself up on his elbow. "Where'd you go?"

"Oh, I was just hanging around," she said, reaching her hands up in the air in a luxurious stretch, swinging her hips slowly back and forth as she turned in another circle, showing every side of herself off to him.

"This is so amazing," he said. "You and I coming together like this, it's like some weird, fucked up miracle. My god, you are so beautiful."

She stood facing the wall, looking back over her shoulder at him. Keryn arched her back, pushing her ass out, swaying it back and forth. "So tell me," she said, ignoring his comment, "did you mean it when you said I have the best looking ass you've ever seen?"

His cock had grown hard again while he watched her. "Yes," he said. "I meant it."

"Do you like looking at my ass like this?" She leaned way back, reaching down to grip her ankles.

"Oh, fuck, yeah," he said. He was touching himself now, rubbing his cock through the cotton sheet.

Keryn felt a tingle of excitement in her stomach and asked him, "What would you like to do to this ass that you like so much?"

C.J. paused, his hand frozen on his hardened dick, his eyes blank. "Are you serious?" he asked.

To reply, Keryn simply swayed her ass back and forth, switching her weight from one foot to another, making the firm, round cheeks of her bottom wiggle up and down in turn.

C.J. pulled off the sheet, revealing his slender but hard-muscled body and the big cock that had given Keryn so many orgasms over the last twenty hours. He got off the bed and stepped over to where Keryn stood, leaning with her forearms against the wall, her ass jutting out and waiting for him.

Like a worshipper, C.J. got down on his knees. He put his hands on Keryn's calves and slowly moved his hands up, taking in the smooth warm feel of her skin and the firmness of her legs. Her ass was right there in front of him, but he didn't want to rush. This was the most exquisitely erotic moment of his life, and he was determined to take his time.

He ran his hands up past her knees and squeezed those beautiful long thighs that he'd watched every morning as she stretched and posed while performing her yoga routines. She was fit, toned and tight, and she giggled at the light touch of his fingers as his hands crept up the backs of her legs to caress the beautiful round globes of her ass.

"Oh yeah," she sighed as he finally squeezed her ass cheeks, feeling the full, firm shape of her bottom.

"So beautiful," he whispered, kissing her lightly on one side, then the other. Keryn responded by spreading her legs, moving her feet out and arching her back to give him access to her hidden areas.

He put his hands on each cheek and pushed them up and out, exposing her puckered hole, which still glistened with the lube. Below it was the bottom of her vagina. C.J. leaned in, sticking his tongue out to lick at that pussy which he'd come to love so much over the last day. As much attention as he'd paid to it with his cock, he'd spent at least equal time loving it with his tongue.