Into Her Life: (The Complete Taboo Story of Forbidden Love) (7 page)

Keryn's flavor was already well known to her brother, and he licked her with enthusiasm, pushing his face into the gap of her thighs and ass. She leaned against the wall with her cheek and shoulder and reached behind to spread her ass for him. With easier access, C.J. was able to lick her from the very front of her wet pussy, taking a moment to suck on her clit before working his way along her slit to the back, the across the short stretch of skin separating her pussy from his new area of exploration, her delectable little asshole.

He'd licked ass a few times before. He loved nice-looking butts, but the girls he'd gone out with weren't usually interested in satisfying his curiosity about anal adventures. One girl had let him lick her ass in the shower. Another girl had let him get freaky on her after a rock show when they were both very drunk. He'd licked her, but she drew the line at full-on anal sex.

Now, with this willing and eager partner, C.J. was able to fully explore. He ran his tongue up the crack of her ass and kissed his way back down, stopping to swirl his tongue against the tight little vortex of her hole.

Keryn moaned in response. It tickled, but the horny tightness in her stomach made her want it: his tongue and so much more. He licked and licked, trying to push his tongue right inside her. She relaxed and tried to take him, and she felt the strange, slippery-wet sensation of his tongue entering the firm ring of her sphincter muscles. She clenched slightly, forcing him out, then relaxed again, letting him in.

"That's so cool," he said. "Clench like that again."

She giggled and did as he asked, clenching and relaxing, letting him watch. He put his tongue on her again and she continued, squeezing his tongue with the strong muscles of her ass.

C.J. pulled back, licked up the length of her crack again, and then applied the tip of his finger to her asshole. He teased gently, tickling her, then began to push.

"Fuck yeah," Keryn moaned, spreading her cheeks. "Oh, fuck."

He pushed the finger inside her, marvelling at the smooth tightness as the first, and then second knuckle slipped in. He pulled it out and slid it in again, transfixed by the sight.

"Is that all you want to do to me?" she said in a pleading voice. "I need more."

C.J. smiled. "You got it." He stood up. He cock was as hard as timber, and it bumped against her ass as he leaned forward to kiss his sister on the lips. She looked back over her shoulder to watch as he gripped her waist with one hand, his dick with the other, and then guided his cock to her ass.

She took long breaths as he rubbed the bell head of his dick against her asshole, and then sighed deeply as he began to push inside. "Oooooo," she cooed, standing up on her toes and pushing her ass back against him. "Ohhh, that's so fucking big."

"Is it okay?" he asked. His cock-head had pushed in through the tight ring of her asshole. He had a lot more cock to give her, and it got thicker past the head.

"It's good," she said. "It's so fucking good. Just go slow. Go easy."

He followed her instructions and patiently worked his cock deeper in, fucking her ass with a deliciously slow rhythm. She gripped him tightly, her ass barely able to take him. Keryn reached down to rub her clit as he slid in and out.

This was like nothing she'd ever felt. She brought two fingers to her mouth and licked them, then rubbed her pussy as her ass took the cock. Her fingers disappeared inside the pillowly folds of her vagina, adding to the blend of pleasure signals that were running through her. He had both hands on her hips, locking her tightly in place, while his hard cock slid in and out in a relentless rhythm.

"Oh," she gasped, as he pushed in deeper, his hips bumping the cheeks of her ass as he fully penetrated her. "Oh, this is fucking wild."

"This is so amazing," he said, out of breath. "You are so fucking amazing."

"You're so deep," she grunted as he pushed into her.

"Let's go to the bed." He pulled out and she gasped as his cock left her. C.J. took her hand and pulled her to the bed, where Keryn laid down on her side, lifting one leg straight up into the air, pointing her toes.

"Look at that," C.J. said, dropping down between her legs to lick her spread-open pussy. She was so wet and horny, and he lapped eagerly at her, licking her clit. Keryn moaned, grabbing her breasts and squeezing as he sucked at her.

"More," she begged. "Fuck me more."

C.J. got up and positioned himself above her, rolling her onto her back and pushing her legs way up. It was the basic missionary position, but Keryn rolled her hips forward and pulled her knees up to her shoulders so C.J. could mount, pushing his hard cock back into the tight slippery wetness of her ass.

"Oh fuck," Keryn moaned, holding one breast and reaching down to rub her pussy while C.J. worked on top of her. He was riding in deep, fucking with abandon. He was staring down at her face; her eyes were closed. She looked so gorgeous, her eyes shut, her mouth open. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, and instantly they put their mouths together in a wild kiss, all lips and tongue.

"Oh, it's coming," she cried out, frantically rubbing at her clit as he rode in and out of her. The muscles of her ass clenched around him, squeezing him tightly as she came. C.J. slowed down, feeling the tightness on his cock as she screamed out.

The orgasm was explosive. There was pain in her ass, as she clamped down on his invasive member, but the pain seemed to only heighten the sensation as a jarring, jangling spasm passed through her, making her shake and tremble. Her pussy tingled, and the tingles spread through her, through her well-fucked ass, her stomach, her breasts, her arms and legs.

C.J. pumped slowly, but the look on her face and the feeling of her ass clamping down on him pushed him over the edge. "It's coming," he grunted.

"Come," she replied. "Come inside me."

He continued to ride in and out of her as his dick began to throb and pulse. He felt the load build and finally shoot, and long, powerful shots of come pumped through the length of his cock and deep into her rectum.

When his orgasm finally subsided, her kissed her again. She wrapped her legs around him and he stayed, his cock still inside her. She squeezed, contracting her muscles around his softening member. She grinned. "That feels so weird."

"Hmm. For me too," he said. He pulled back, slipping out of her, then rolled off so they could lie face to face.

"You destroyed me," she said, smiling. "You destroyed my ass."

"Does it hurt?"

"Yeah," she said, reaching behind her and gently touching a finger to her asshole. "It's sore. But even so, that was pretty awesome."

"I don't even know what's going on anymore," he said, reaching out to caress her cheek. "This is starting to feel like science fiction or something, like none of the rules apply. Like fantasy land."

"Was fucking your sister in the ass ever part of your fantasy?"

He laughed. "Man, I was nervous about staying on your couch for a few days. I was worried about getting in a fight the first day I got here. I was expecting you to be crazy, you know? I guess that's how I remember you. Always mad."

"I'm sorry," she said, putting her hand over his. "I guess I was a pretty angry kid, huh? All I remember of childhood is how frustrating everything always seemed. I must have been pretty tough to be around."

"Maybe," he said. "I'm glad to know you now though."

She smiled and kissed him on the lips. "Me too."

Chapter Nine:
Looking Our Parents in the Eye

They rested and eventually made their way to the shower where they washed themselves and each other. Their caresses were loving, although not specifically erotic. They'd gone far enough for now, and their lust was spent. They would have to wait for the well to refill.

"I'm exhausted," C.J. said in the kitchen as Keryn called a nearby restaurant for delivery. "I've got to play for two hours tonight. I don't know if my legs will be able to hold me."

Keryn took the phone to the couch and lay down as she made the order for a large pizza with chicken wings, potato wedges, and drinks on the side. She ended the call and looked over at him. "I don't know if I'll make it tonight," she said. "I'm pretty tired. And sore."

"Is it your bum?"

"Yeah," she said. "And my tummy." She put her hands on her lower belly. "There was a lot of pounding down there today.

His face reddened. "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry," she said. "It was my idea. I was a willing participant in everything."

"Willing, hah," he said, coming over to sit on the floor next to the couch. He held her hand. "More like eager participant. You know, I told you I got interested in you from watching you do yoga. But you didn't tell me why you got interested in me."

Keryn lay on her back looking up at the ceiling. "I've been thinking about that a lot," she said. "I'm not really sure. I mean, you're cute and you've got a great body, but that usually doesn't matter for brothers and sisters, right? I guess the idea came into my head when I realized you were watching me do the yoga. And then I had a dream..."

"And there was the time you walked in on me in the bathroom and saw my cock."

She covered her eyes with her hand. "Oh god," she said. "That was just after I woke up from the dream."

"Weird. Keryn? Where do you think this is going to go? I mean, it's really intense right now. I've never really felt this way before. But, you know. There are problems."

She took her hand off her face and looked at him. "Like the fact that we're related? Yeah, that's a pretty obvious problem, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is. I mean, this has to stay a secret. Like, forever. Even that stuff at the bar last night. Telling guys you're my sister and then that you're my girlfriend. People aren't stupid. And they'll think there's something really wrong with you if they find out you're doing something like this. They'll think you're retarded or something."

"Maybe we are," she said, staring up at the ceiling. "There's definitely something wired wrong in our heads."

C.J. stood up. "And then there's mom and dad."

"Oh no," she said. "They will never hear anything about this. They won't have a clue, not a sniff, understand?"

"Of course!" he snapped. "You think I want them finding out about this? We'd never be able to face them again. But we have to figure out what to do! How are we going to handle this? Even this," he said, gesturing back and forth between them. "How are we going to handle, you know... us?"

Keryn curled up in a ball on the couch. "Do you want to continue?"

He stood with his hands on his hips. "Yes," he said with great seriousness. "That's the problem. I do."

She sighed. "Me too." She looked up at him. "You should move in here. We'll tell everyone you're just crashing until you find a place. We'll set up the living room like it's your room. I could pretend it's a hassle, but every night we could fuck and no one would ever know. It would be like we're married, and everyone would just think you're crashing."

"That kind of makes me look like a loser, doesn't it?"

She paused. "Is that what worries you?"

He shrugged and walked to the kitchen. He had a few bottles of beer in the fridge. "Want a beer?" he asked.

"Yes, please."

He brought them and opened both bottles, handing one to his sister. She sat up and sipped. He remained standing. "This is going to be hard."

"It won't be that bad," she said. "We just have to be careful what we say. And when we get back here every night I'll suck your cock. You like that, don't you?"

He grinned. "You make a compelling argument."

"Let's just not sweat it too hard right now, okay?" she said. "This is really new. Let's not get too far ahead of ourselves."

The food arrived and they stuffed themselves, replenishing their tired bodies. Keryn put the leftovers in the fridge and they returned to the bedroom, lying down and resting before C.J. had to get up and go.

When the time came he dressed and kissed her.

"I'll come to the bar later if I'm feeling better," she said. "I'll try to catch the end of the show."

"No big deal," he said. "You saw us last night, so you'll just be watching the same thing over again. I can just see you back here after the show."

"Okay." She kissed him one more time at the door, and he left to go perform with the cover band.

Alone, Keryn ran a bubble bath and soaked herself to relax. She usually read in the tub, but tonight she sat and considered her new situation. The hot water helped. As her muscles began to loosen, she turned on one side and touched her anus with probing fingers. She seemed puffy there. The anal sex was definitely something she wouldn't be able to do very often. C.J. was too big, and the effects were obvious. She didn't want to end up with a loose asshole. How did the internet girls do it?

She drained the tub and rinsed off the bubbles with a quick shower. Keryn wrapped up in her big fuzzy robe and lounged on the couch, checking to see if there was anything on TV so she could just shut off her brain for a few hours.

As if on cue, her phone buzzed.

Keryn grabbed the little device and checked who it was. Shit.

"Hey Dad," she said, trying to sound absolutely normal, if that was possible.

"Hey sweetheart!" he replied. "Haven't talked to you in a while, and I thought I'd call and see how you kids are doing."

"Good, good," she said. "Everything's fine. C.J. is playing a show with his band right now. I'm just resting. I had a busy week."

"Oh! You didn't go to see him play?"

"I saw them last night. They're playing three nights at the same place this weekend, and their set will be the same each night, so he told me not to bother coming."

"Oh. Well, okay. So um, how are you two getting along?"

Keryn swallowed. She knew this question was inevitable. "Good. Really good. I was nervous before he got here, you know? Because we used to fight when we were kids. But it's been totally cool. I guess we've both grown up a lot."

"Well, there's a big difference between twelve and twenty-five," he said with a chuckle. "That's good to hear. Have you spoken to your mom today?"

"Mom? No. Oh, she called last night and left a message. I was supposed to call her back today. I forgot."

"Yeah," her dad said. "Yeah, she called me. I guess she's a little concerned as well. I guess everybody's nervous about you two living under one roof again. You guys really had it in for each other when you were little, you know? It was like you were always on top of one another."

Keryn's eyes rolled at how those words were still true today, even if the meaning was totally different.

"Don't worry, Dad," she said. "I'll give Mom a call. Everything is fine here."

"Good," he said. "Yeah, give her a call. But you know, she and I were talking a bit this afternoon, and we thought since the two of you are there together right now, maybe this would be a good opportunity for all of us to get together for a few days. So your mom and I are going to come up to New York next weekend, if that doesn't interfere with any of your plans."

"Oh," Keryn said, springing to her feet and suddenly casting around for an excuse. "Plans, do I have plans next weekend? Let me see." She looked around, trying to think of an excuse, any excuse, to keep her parents away. She knew that she and C.J. would be able to keep up their deception over the phone, but what would happen if they had to look their parents in the eye? She knew their mom especially was practically a mind-reader. It was impossible to get anything by her.

"Well, even if you have plans," he went on, "Sheila and I are going to pop up. We've already booked a room at a hotel, and even if we just see you for a few hours, it will be nice. We want to see how C.J.'s getting along in the big city, and we can do a little sight-seeing too."

Keryn smirked. "You guys are sharing a hotel room?"

He cleared his throat. "We got one with two beds," he said. "Hotels are expensive. We could have gotten two rooms, but it just seemed wasteful. You know how your mother is."

Keryn bit her lip. "Yeah. I know how she is."

"So anyway," he said. "Give your mom a call. And I'll be in touch this week. We'll sort our schedules out and hopefully we can all make some plans together. I'd love for us all to go out somewhere nice to eat on Saturday night."

"That's sounds great."

"Great. Okay, I'll talk to you soon. Love you, sweetheart."

"Love you, Dad." She ended the call.

Keryn took a deep breath and looked around. Okay, there was no more time for fooling around. Her parents-- their parents-- were coming in a week. And she had the strangest feeling that no matter what was going on, they would be able to see right through it. She and C.J. would have to figure things out. And quick.

She went to her bedroom and slipped off the robe. Whipping her closet doors open, she began to look through her things, quickly choosing a matching top and skirt. They were shiny silver, made of a stretchy lycra blend. She wriggled into the outfit, smoothing the material down over her body. "Panties," she said. "Better wear panties too."

She opted for a G-string to avoid panty-lines, grabbed her purse, and headed out into the night.

A cab took her down to Sliders, the bar where C.J.'s temporary band was playing. They were on still stage when she entered, so she got a double whiskey from the bar and quickly drank it down. She shuddered at the strong hit of alcohol, put the glass down on the bar, and went to watch her brother play.

The band was nearing the end of their final set. He smiled when he saw in the crowd. She smiled back, although her smile was more reserved, tentative. He kept playing, and twenty minutes later he was able to climb down off the stage and greet her face to face.

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the mouth. She struggled for a moment and then relaxed, hugging him around the waist and kissing back, letting her tongue touch his.

He looked down and grinned. "Your nipples are hard," he said. "They're poking out."

"I think you said that to me in my dream," she told him. "I have news."

"Oh yeah?" He held her around the waist and swayed back and forth to the house music that started playing the moment the band finished. "What's your news?"

"Kiss me first," she said, and he did, pressing his lips to hers. She could taste the salty sweat on his lips. He'd been playing hard for two hours under hot stage lights, and he was slick with sweat. The taste of whiskey on her tongue met the taste of beer on his. As sore as she was, she wanted to fuck him. Again and again and again...

"Mom and Dad are coming," she said. "They're coming to visit us next weekend."

His face went pale. "Shit," he said. "What should we do?"

"We should fuck," she said. "We've got one week. I don't know what will happen afterwards, but we've got one week. Let's not waste it."