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

by Jill Soffalot

  "He looks hot," Stacey said, and Keryn felt a tingle in her stomach. It was true. C.J. stood straight and tall, with a lean, muscular frame, clear blue eyes, and his head of curly brown hair. He looked hot, and she felt strange standing in front of him, down in the audience, in her tight black and purple dress. Looking down at her from the stage, he would see the shape of her body in that dress. She wanted him to look and see her, but at the same time she couldn't stand it.

  The members of the band took their places and started testing the sound levels, sending random notes blaring out through the stacks of speakers at the wings of the stage. The girls watched C.J. test his guitar. The young man played, watching the other players in the band, nodding to them in turn. When everyone was ready, he looked out into the crowd and finally took notice of the two young women standing near the stage, watching him.

  A warm smile crossed his face, and he waved to them. Stacey clapped her hands and cheered, "Yeah, C.J.! Woo!" Keryn smiled shyly and gave him a small, embarrassed wave.

  The drummer clicked his sticks sharply four times and the band began playing, banging out "Cinnamon Girl" to the appreciative crowd that started filling the empty dance floor in front of the stage. Keryn and Stacey held their ground so they could remain in front of C.J., watching him as he played, stroking the riff to the classic song.

  They stayed there through the first set, only slipping away one at a time to bring new rounds of drinks. After an hour of songs the band called a break and took off their instruments. The crowd hooted and cheered as the sweaty players cleared the stage. The older men went down the steps and out through the side door, but C.J. jumped down and greeted Keryn and Stacey.

  "That was awesome!" Stacey gushed, immediately wrapping her arms around the sweaty guitarist. "You're so good!"

  "Wow, thanks," C.J. said. He allowed Stacey to release him, then reached over to touch Keryn on her bare arm. "Thanks so much for coming."

  She smiled. "Of course. You guys are really good."

  He nodded. "Yeah, these guys are really pros. Actually I need to go catch up with them. You guys are going to hang out, right? I'll come find you in a couple minutes, okay?"

  He disappeared through the crowd and down the stairs after his temporary band. Stacey turned to Keryn. "How's your drink?"

  Keryn scowled. "What was with that hug?"

  "What?" Stacey shrugged. "I was being friendly. Should I not hug him? Is he off limits for hugs?"

  "No," Keryn said. "That... just surprised me I guess." She could feel herself blushing.

  "Oh my God," Stacey gushed, "are you getting all protective of your little brother? Holy shit, Keryn, he's not in middle school. He's already had sex and stuff. You know that, right?"

  "I know!" Keryn snapped. "Augh! I'm fine! Hug him all you want!"

  "No, no," Stacey said. "Forget it. Let's go get drinks." They started making their way through the crowd up to the bar. "But you totally looked jealous just now."

  "Shut up," Keryn told her teasing friend, slapping her on the shoulder.

  When they had their drinks, they headed back near the stage. C.J. came and found them, holding a bottle of beer. "Are you guys having any fun? I don't know if this is the type of place where you usually hang out."

  "It's cool," Keryn said. "We're having a good time watching you."

  He smiled at her and she almost wanted to run and hide. It was so strange, but her crush on him was so intense that she felt like a school girl around him.

  The other players climbed up on the stage, and C.J. turned to look at them. "Okay, back to work," he said. He climbed back on stage and set his beer down on his amp. The players all got ready, and soon launched into "Mustang Sally."

  The girls stood and watched as the band played on and on. The rhythm guitar player was also the singer, and he screamed and sang his way through a battery of old songs with the rest of the band blasting along with him. It was all high energy, and the room was alive. C.J. was having a great time, shaking along with the beat of each song, stroking the strings of his guitar, and smiling and laughing along with the other players.

  Stacey was getting tired, and soon she was hanging on Keryn's arm. The band played on, but the heavy drinking the girl's had done the night before was catching up on Stacey. They danced, but Stacey could do little more than sway, yawning despite the loud music. "I'm going to go to the washroom," she said to Keryn, shouting in her ear to make herself heard over the band.

  Stacey moved off through the crowd and suddenly Keryn found herself dancing alone in front of C.J., who was looking down at her. Keryn started rocking her shoulders to the rhythm of the song, swaying back and forth, letting her body flow with the music.

  She slid closer to the stage and kept dancing, loosening up. The drinks and the music were getting to her, and just as she did when she performed her yoga routines in front of him each morning, she began to show off, dancing the way she did in the bars to impress men she wanted to fuck.

  Her dress was tight and so was her physique. She let herself go, swinging her head to the beat, and running her hands down her body, knowing that once again she was crossing those lines, behaving inappropriately, putting herself forward sexually for her brother. Why couldn't she stop? What was wrong with her?

  C.J. watched her, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He played, rocking his hips, playing up to the songs, responding to her as she danced, showing off for her, trying to look sexy for her. It was a bizarre exchange, with the two of them trying to seduce each other in the crowded bar.

  There was a tiny buzzing in her head telling her it was wrong, but the excitement in her tummy told her she should keep going. Her nipples were hard. She could feel them in her bra. She felt like she was behind the wheel of a car with too many drinks in her. What she was about to do was dangerous and could only lead to trouble, but she just couldn't help starting the engine to go for a drive...

  Stacey returned to her side. She looked drunk and pale, and she hung on Keryn's arm. "You okay?" Keryn asked.

  "I'm okay," Stacey said. "I'm getting a bit tired."

  The girls stayed while the band played out the rest of their songs. When they finally finished, C.J. climbed down off the stage.

  Stacey, who was both drunk and ready to flop at this point, again wrapped C.J. up in a hug. "That was great," she said. "Now I'm gunna go home."

  Keryn held her friend. "I think I'm going to hang out for a while," she said. "Can you get a cab?"

  "No problem," Stacey said. "You guys hang. I'll call you tomorrow."

  The girls kissed and Stacey snaked away through the crowd toward the exit.

  "Is she okay?" C.J. asked.

  "Yeah," Keryn said. "I kept her up late last night."

  He smiled. "I guess you had a lot on your mind or something."

  Keryn smiled and stepped toward him, wrapping her arms around him, burying her face against his chest. "Yeah," she said. He was moist with sweat, but she didn't care. She liked it. "I guess I did."

  He wrapped his arms around her and rocked back and forth playfully. The house music had come up, and they rocked like that together for a moment to the rhythm. "Fuck it," he finally said. "What happened the other night, anyway? Nothing, right? Let's not get all freaked out. No big thing. Let's just have a drink and have a good time, okay?"

  Keryn let go of the hug and backed up, looking him in the eye. She knew it wasn't true, but she smiled. "You're right," she said. "Let's just have a good time."

  He smiled and wrapped her in another hug. "I'm glad to hear you say that," he said. "I was pretty worried."

  She detached from him. "Let's grab a drink," she said and took him by the hand. As she led him to the bar, she worried the whole way about how her ass looked in the dress, knowing he would be able to stare right at it.

  They pulled up to the bar. Keryn brought the bartender over and ordered shots.

  "No shots!" C.J. yelled. "I can't. Seriously. Beer is okay, but I don't want shots."

>   Keryn shrugged and changed the order. C.J. leaned in close. She realized he must be tipsy already when his head touched hers, and he said into her ear, "It's better. If we did shots I'd be done for."

  The bartender put two beers down on the bar. Keryn paid, and they each took a drink. They found themselves standing for a moment, close together, looking each other in the eye, sharing the secret between them. It wasn't just that she'd jerked him off. That was small potatoes now. It was as though there was already the knowledge, an agreement between them from the first time their eyes met that night, that they were both ready to go way beyond a simple through-the-jeans hand job.

  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 w
hat 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."