Into Her Life: (The Complete Taboo Story of Forbidden Love) (5 page)

Keryn felt it. And she knew how he felt by the way he was staring, the way he was making long, long eye contact with her that he was willing to go as far as she was. And she knew, against everything that she was supposed to know, that she would go all the way. Because it didn't feel like he was really her brother. He was just some beautiful stranger who had come out of her past. He was the boy she used to fight with, way back when, but now that heat had turned into passion.

Was he her brother? It didn't matter. She wanted to... she couldn't even admit to herself what she wanted to do. She drank deep from the bottle of beer, wishing it was stronger, a liquor that would wipe her away, wipe away everything that was happening to her.

They drank the beers and then went back to the dance floor, and when they reached the middle of the floor she wrapped her arms around his neck and they began to sway to the music. He put his hands on her waist, and they moved together. His hands were firm on her. It was hot in the bar, and she was covered in a sheen of sweat from dancing. His hands seemed to cling right to her through the thin material of her dress. She felt her pussy tingle at the sensation, and she looked into his eyes and smiled, sensually gliding her hips back and forth as they danced.

"This is weird," he said, a smile on his lips.

"I know," she said. "I don't know what's going on."

"Is there something wrong with us?"

She laughed. "I think so."

"You'll tell me when you want to stop, right?"

Keryn smiled and took him by the hands, turning her body and wrapping his arms around her, so he was holding her from behind. He held her tightly, squeezing her body against him. She responded, arching her back and sticking out her ass, grinding it against his crotch.

"Holy fuck," he said, but the words barely reached her ears with the loud music in the bar. He held her hips and they danced like that, her ass rubbing against his crotch.

She turned toward him and hugged him tight. His hands were on her, moving along her back, feeling her body. Keryn lifted her chin, her cheek touching his. He was taller than she was, but she was able to lean close to nuzzle against his ear.

One of the guys from the band tugged on C.J.'s shirt, and they broke off the impassioned embrace. "Hey man," the old fellow said. He looked at Keryn for a moment, then commented to C.J.: "I thought your sister was here."

"Um, she... left," C.J. replied. "This is my girlfriend. Keryn."

"Hey," he said, giving her a cursory nod. "We're loading out the gear. Give a hand with your stuff, all right?"

"Sure. One second."

The guy disappeared into the crowd, and Keryn and C.J. embraced again, arms around each other. Their lips were close, but they didn't touch. "Your girlfriend?"

"Yeah," he said, grinning. "Tonight you're my girlfriend."

"When do I become your sister again?"

He shrugged. "We'll worry about that later, I guess."

He pressed his lips against hers and they kissed. She opened her mouth and sucked at his lips, their tongues touching, sliding together.

"I'll be a while," he said, when the kiss finally broke. "Did you want to hang out here and wait?"

"No," she said. "I'm going to head back to the apartment. You come whenever you're ready. I'll see you there later."

"I'll hurry."

She smiled and smooched him on the lips, then watched as he disappeared into the crowd to find his temporary band mates.

Chapter Seven: What A Mess

There were taxi cabs at the corner, and Keryn got a ride back to her apartment. She went upstairs and peeled her dress off, pulling it up over her head and off her sweaty body. She had some time, so she slipped her panties off and stepped into the shower. Although Keryn usually took hot, hot showers, she let the water run only warm this time. She didn't want her skin to be flushed red when C.J. arrived. She soaped down, freshening herself for the impossible event that she knew she was about to take part in.

Once she was dried off, she wandered into her bedroom. What should she wear? Keryn looked into her closet. She wanted to look beautiful for him. She wanted to look seductive. She wanted there to be no confusion when he arrived.

Should she wear lingerie? Her ex-boyfriend had given her some kinky sex outfits, vinyl corsets and the like, but they didn't seem appropriate for the moment. And besides, since her ex was basically a douche, she didn't much feel like ever wearing those items again. She would get rid of them later, she decided, but for now she simply chose another skimpy red cocktail dress, a little thing with spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline.

Suitably attired, she went to the kitchen to wait. She opened a bottle of wine and poured herself a glass, sat down and checked her phone. There was a missed call and a voice message. It was from their mom.

"Oh, shit," Keryn said. She opened the message and pressed the phone to her ear.

"Hi Keryn," the message began. "It's Mom calling. I just wanted to call and see if everything there was okay. I called and spoke to C.J. yesterday and he sounded a little concerned. I just wanted to make sure things there are all right between you two. I wasn't able to get him on his phone, but if one of you could give me a call and let me know how things are going I would really appreciate it. Okay. Love you, bye-bye."

Keryn put the phone down. What a turn-off. It wasn't something that she had any prior experience with, but she figured there couldn't be much in the world that would put a damper on having sex with your brother as much as a phone call from his mom. From your mom. What a strange way to phrase it.

She thought about it, but she'd come into the habit of considering their mom 'his' mom. He was so close to her, and her own relationship with their mom was friendly, but seemed very formal. Now that she was an adult, she seemed more like an aunt or an older friend. But there had always been a certain distance between them. There wasn't an intense bond. It made Keryn wonder sometimes.

There was no question that the fighting between the two kids had put pressure on their parents' relationship, and may have contributed to the eventual divorce. It would be simplistic to put all the blame on the kids, but when it was decided they would separate, it seemed immediately obvious to everyone how the family would divide: Keryn with their dad, C.J. with their mom. It made Keryn wonder how a brother and sister could be so different, but maybe that explained the sudden attraction between them. If they looked alike and acted alike, there was no way they would suddenly be lusting after each other like this. There were layers of mystery at work.

It didn't matter. She sipped down the wine. On top of the drinks she'd had at the bar, the bourbon and then the beer, the wine was sitting strangely. It was all right though. She just wanted C.J. to come home. She wanted his arms around her. She wanted to press her lips to his. She wanted...

Oh god, did she really want him to fuck her?

Yes. Yes, she really did. She wanted it so very, very much.

There was a sound at the door, and she hopped out of her chair and dashed across the apartment. It was him, and she pulled the door open for him just as he unlocked it. C.J. smiled when he saw her, and she pulled him inside and shut the door. They were in each other's arms not a moment later, their mouths together, lips and tongues at work.

Keryn's body felt electric. She could felt herself getting wet at the feeling of his hands gripping her by the waist. She didn't know what she wanted to do. She wanted to drop to her knees in front of him, she wanted to strip off her clothes, she wanted to do everything all at once--

"Hold on a second," he said, breaking the kiss.

"What is it?"

"Sorry, it's just that I'm so sweaty from the show and the bar. Let me grab a quick shower. I'll be fast, I promise."

"Oh. Okay, sure." She let him go, and he slipped away into the bathroom. He closed the door and she heard the shower start a moment later.

Waiting, she thought. Always waiting. First she had to wait to make up her own mind, then she had to wait for him...

She retrieved her wine glass and walked to the living room. She closed all the blinds and stood, thinking about what was going to happen. Her resistance to what was about to happen was gone. There should have been some biological barrier, she thought, but there wasn't. Just lust.

The sound of him clearing his throat made her gasp. She turned, and there he was. True to his word, he had showered quickly, dried off, and now he stood by the bathroom door, undressed. Keryn stared. Now she was able to fully take in the body that she'd seen only a glimpse of that morning, when she'd walked in on him while he was shaving. He was beautiful. He was tall, and although he wasn't bulky with muscle, he was toned and well-defined. Her eyes drifted from his face, framed by his curly brown hair, down his chest and his hard abs to the thatch of brown hair at his crotch and the cock hanging down.

It was long and thick, and he was clearly aroused, hanging half-hard, almost swinging out as he stood there.

"Hi," he said.

"Hello."

C.J. looked down at himself. "I didn't know if I should bother getting dressed," he said. "I know it seems a little presumptuous, but I wasn't sure what we were going to do next."

"That's okay," she said.

He smiled. Despite the fact that he was naked and semi-erect, there was a sweetness and vulnerability about him. "I like your dress."

Keryn smiled back. "Thank you." She began to walk slowly toward him, and used her fingers to push the spaghetti straps off each of her shoulders. The dress slid down her body and came to rest on the floor. She stepped smoothly out of it and stood close in front of him. The graceful lines of her body drew his eyes downward, over the roundness of her breasts and along the curves of her belly and waist to her hips and the nexus at her groin, the neatly trimmed tuft of hair crowning her sex.

They was only a foot apart, but they paused, smiling awkwardly, unsure of how to proceed. She giggled and extended her hand, touching his waist. She was looking down now, looking at his cock. He mirrored her, touching her waist, then sliding his hand up and down, up her side near her breast, then down to her hip. His hand lingered there, lightly gripping her hip, and he gently pulled her toward him, using his other hand to raise her chin, bringing her lips to his.

They kissed, their mouths opening to each other, and their bodies slid in close against each other. His cock, raising at the intimate contact, slid upward along her inner thigh, nestling into her crotch.

"Oh, hello," she said, squeezing her thighs gently together.

"This is weird," he said, grinning as he kissed her face.

She hugged him close, pressing her breasts to his chest. She rolled her head back to the side, allowing him to kiss her neck. "Do you want to stop?"

He paused. "No."

Keryn slid a hand down his back to touch his bare ass. "Okay. Then let's not dwell on how weird it is."

"Sorry."

"Let's not say sorry." She took him by the waist and moved him so his back was against the wall. She kissed his lips, his neck, and then slowly slid downward, her breasts and nipples rubbing against him as she lowered herself to her knees. Her body pressed his fully hardened cock down until it was level with her breasts, and then she leaned back to allow it to pop up in front of her face.

"Well, hello for real!" she giggled, taking it in her hand. He groaned and leaned back as she stroked her hand up and down his shaft, taking measure of him, getting to know his shape and size. "Beautiful," she said, slowly jerking him.

"Good genes," he quipped.

"Shut up," she replied, and took the head of his cock in her mouth, sucking gently and slowly drawing it out between her pouting lips.

"Oh fuck," he gasped. He looked down and she looked up at him, their eyes meeting as she took him in her mouth again, slowly taking his cock in and drawing it out, sliding it across her tongue, her eyes daring him, her mouth enticing him.

"You're so beautiful," he moaned. "So fucking beautiful."

She giggled. "You're a sweet-talker when you're getting your cock sucked."

"Don't talk dirty," he said.

She smiled and put her lips back on him, sucking his cock, sucking it deep into her mouth, drawing him in and out.

"Oh god," he said. "Where do we go? The couch?"

"My bed," she said. "Let's go."

Keryn stood up and took him by the hand, leading him into her darkened bedroom. The blinds let in some light from the street, and she climbed onto her bed. She felt his hand on her, catching her by the waist. She was on all fours, and suddenly he was taking control, positioning her, directing her.

C.J. moved her to the middle of the bed and had her stay on all fours, her knees apart. He got behind her, his hands on her hips, his lips suddenly kissing her bottom, kissing the cheeks of her ass. His hands roamed over her hips and bum, touching her, feeling her.

Gradually he moved toward the center, and Keryn pushed her ass up with agitated anticipation. He lowered himself and put his mouth to her pussy, licking her from her clit all the way back to her perineum, slowly kissing his way up the sensitive skin between her pussy and ass. She squealed and ground her ass against his face, pushing her own face down into the blankets.

He grinned and licked her again, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue and finally rolling her over. She spread her legs wide for him and he sank down between them, putting his mouth on her, tasting her, covering her clit with his mouth and licking, sucking, sucking the fleshy top of her pussy in, drawing her clit out, making her gasp.

"Oh!" she cried out as her sucked on her clit. Keryn held him by the head, holding him tightly over her clit as he licked and sucked at her.

She was so excited that it didn't take long to build. The motion of his tongue over her ultra-sensitive bud was enough to bring forth the orgasm that had been slowly welling up inside her since they danced at the bar. It was there, waiting for release, and he did the trick with his mouth working on her pussy.

It built from deep within her stomach, her pussy tingling, her whole body becoming electric as the tingles spread out and the massive orgasmic pulses pushed through her, her entire self becoming a great beating heart of pleasure, the waves moving through her limbs, her head, her heart and mind, all squeezing and crying out with joy in a single voice.

At last the grip of the orgasm released her and she fell back, flat on the bed, all of her tensed muscles relaxed as the endorphins pumped through her body. "Fuck me, C.J.," she breathed. "Fuck me now."

He didn't hesitate, and moved over top of her, guiding the head of his cock to the opening of her pussy. She was slick, and he moved the head up his cock up and down along the folds of her wet vagina for lubrication before he started to press forward. He gently broke in, entering her, making her gasp. She wrapped her arms around her, hugging him tightly as he pushed, penetrating with short, smooth, in and out thrusts, slowly stretching her pussy.

She was tight, and his cock was thicker than she was used to. She spread her legs as wide as she could, biting her lip and groaning as he patiently worked his way in, finally getting his full length deep inside so he could begin to rock his hips, finally fucking her properly.

Keryn moaned and groaned as he worked on top of her, the pain of his big cock stretching her pussy offset by the pleasure of it. As he worked, his cock gradually became more slick with her juice and he was able to slide in and out more easily, letting her focus on the pleasure instead of the discomfort.

She opened her eyes. There, above her in the semi-darkness of her bedroom, he was there, looking down on her, his eyes serious with effort, but almost sparkling with love. She touched his cheek and he smiled. She could feel his cock inside her, hammering solidly into her wet pussy, but they were connecting through the eyes.

She wondered who the man was that was making love to her. There didn't seem to be a connection between this C.J., this grown man, and the brat who drove her crazy as a child.

He pressed his lips over hers, and their eyes closed. Their bodies were flowing together, sliding to a rhythm, his powerful legs thrusting his body forward against her, carrying her along with him as his cock slid deep inside her. He broke the kiss, his breath becoming ragged. "Oh god, Keryn," he breathed.

"Fuck me," she moaned. "Just fuck me."

"What should I do?"

"Just keep fucking me."

"I mean, where should I..."

She closed her eyes and rolled her head back, trying to tune out the logistics of the situation. "I'm on the pill," she said, trying to focus on the second orgasm she knew was beginning to rise. "You can come inside me."