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

by Jill Soffalot

  As much as she liked lying back and receiving head, the sixty-nine position had a special place in Keryn's heart. She was proactive by nature, and while good oral was always good, she liked to be involved, liked to be doing something. Sixty-nine was the best for that. She could still receive the head, but she had the added eroticism of having a hard cock in her hand and her mouth. And while she knew C.J. was probably enjoying having his cock sucked, she could already feel her second orgasm starting to build.

  When she was getting close, she suddenly moved, climbing forward, bringing her pussy from his mouth to his cock. She was facing away from him, mounting in reverse cowgirl, gripping his dick in pushing it up into her slick pussy. She felt his hands on her ass, and she looked back over her shoulder at him as she began to ride, bucking up and down on his hard cock.

  "Enjoying the view?" she grinned.

  "You are fucking amazing," he replied. Sweat was running down his face. He gripped her around the hips as she bounced on him. She could feel him deep inside, driving all the way in. She leaned forward, giving him a full view of his cock going in and out as she moved up and down. The leverage increased the pleasure for both of them, and Keryn reached down to flick her fingers over her clit as she pumped.

  The orgasm was not long in coming. She reached back and gripped his hand, locking her fingers with his and sat up straight, her back arched as she peaked for the second time, crying out with pleasure as the waves burst forth from her pussy to electrify her entire body.

  As the peak ebbed, Keryn slouched forward. "You're not through yet," C.J. said, and he pulled her back onto him then rolled over so that he was on top of her, his cock still inside, and he started to pump. Exhausted with pleasure, Keryn could do nothing but lie there, open-mouthed, her sweaty hair stuck to her face as her brother pounded her from behind, his cock sliding smoothly in and out of her soaking-wet pussy until at last her grunted and came, shooting deep inside of her.

  C.J. gasped for breath and collapsed on her, and they lay, their bodies against each other, Keryn's undershirt separating them with a thin layer of cotton. He slipped a hand up her shirt a gently squeezed her breast.

  "This is my dream," she said. "This is where I want to stay forever. Your hands on me and your cock inside."

  He kissed her neck. "We'll do our best," he replied.

  Chapter Eleven: It's Them. Cover Up!

  On Friday the pair spent a quiet day together, sleeping late, making love, and then going out for lunch. They were acting like they were both ready to go to prison, and it would happen at seven o'clock, when they were expecting their parents to arrive.

  Tom and Sheila were going to check into their hotel first, and then head over to Keryn's apartment. Keryn and C.J. were ready for it. They straightened the place up, arranged the living room to look like C.J. was still sleeping on the couch every night, and each drank a glass of wine to get comfortable.

  "Just play it cool," C.J. kept saying. "If there's no reason for them to be suspicious, they won't be suspicious. And anyway, their big worry is that we're fighting, not that we're sleeping together."

  "Right," Keryn said. "So what are you going to say if Mom turns to you and says you seem uncomfortable about something. What will you tell her?"

  "I'll just say I'm worried about my career," he said. "I'll just say I'm nervous about making money."

  "And I'll act reassuring."

  "Sure," C.J. said. "And what if Mom asks you if having me here is getting on your nerves?"

  "I'll say you don't spend too much time here anyway," she said. "And that I enjoy hanging out with you once or twice a week, and you're not around much more than that anyway."

  "Okay," he said. "We should be fine. We'll be fine, right? No problem."

  She held up her hand and he high-fived her. "No problem." Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with an open mouth.

  "The trick," she said, "will be keeping our hands off each other for a whole weekend."

  Her cell phone buzzed. It was Tom, their dad, calling to say they'd checked into their hotel, and they'd be over soon.

  "What now?" C.J. asked.

  "More wine."

  Half an hour later, Tom and Sheila arrived at Keryn's building, and soon the four of them were hugging and kissing. It had been years since Keryn and Sheila had seen each other.

  "Let me look at you!" Sheila cried, holding Keryn by the arms. "Oh my goodness, you look so beautiful. Big city life looks good on you!"

  "Thanks, Mom," Keryn said. "Come on in. Can I get you a glass of wine? Or anything else?"

  "I'll take something," said Tom, and soon the four of them were sitting in the living room playing catch up.

  "So, how are things in the new household?" Sheila asked. "you guys are getting along okay as roomies?"

  "Pretty well," Keryn said. "We just respect each other's space, and everything is fine. I'm at work most of the time, and C.J. is usually out, so we're not banging each other, I mean, banging into each other all the time."

  C.J. stared hard at her for two seconds, then smiled at his parents. "Yeah, it's all good. Not even one argument, really. It's just been really cool."

  "Well, that's such a relief," Sheila said. "I really was worried about you two sharing one roof. I mean, when you guys were younger you were like oil and water. I wonder what's changed?"

  Keryn laughed. "Well, we're not twelve years old anymore, for one thing."

  They managed to get through the evening. Keryn ordered in some pizza and ate, and later on Tom and Sheila went back to their hotel. Keryn and C.J. watched out the front window of their apartment as their parents climbed into a cab to go back to their hotel. Keryn slipped her hand down the back of C.J.'s pants and squeezed his ass. "Okay," she said. "We're on our way."

  The next morning they all got together for breakfast and started a quick tour of the city. They went to the Museum of Modern Art, and spent a few hours wandering around viewing the exhibits.

  Keryn paired off with her dad, and they stood, staring up at a massive contraption assembled from coat hangers and Styrofoam packing materials. "This is interesting," he said. "I don't know what the hell it is, but it's interesting."

  She looked at the card displaying the artist's statement. "It's supposed to represent complexity and reorganization of systems. Recycling the old into the new, with intended and unintended consequences. The difficulties of progress, I suppose."

  "Huh, just like our family," he said. "We keep reorganizing. New systems and structures."

  "What are you talking about?" She felt a queasy feeling as soon as he mentioned their family.

  "Oh, just the way things change," he said. "Your mom and I used to be in love, and you kids used to hate each other. Or at least, you used to disagree, to say the least. Then your mom and I didn't love each other anymore. Then we couldn't stand each other. Now you kids are getting along great. And Sheila and I still can barely stand each other, but for some ungodly reason, we had sex at the hotel last night."

  Keryn looked at him in shock. "You and mom? Last night?"

  He nodded grimly. "Weird, huh? It felt stranger than hell, I'll tell you that much. It felt like sleeping with a cousin you hate or something. Don't get me wrong, it was nice to have sex. I haven't had sex in a long time. But yeah, weird."

  "I'm not sure if I need all these details, Dad. Um, do you think you and Mom are getting back together?"

  "Oh no," he said with a laugh. "We don't get along well enough for that. She's just such a bloody meddler. Always has her nose everywhere, always trying to manage everything. I can't stand it. But sex? Okay. Just this once."

  Sheila and C.J. appeared. They'd been looking at other displays, and now they arrived, with Sheila hanging off her son's arm. C.J. looked pale, and offered a wan smile when the four met up. "There you two are!" said Sheila. "What's this weird thing?" she asked, looking up at the sculpture.

  "Oh, it's about families," Tom said. "Come on, let's keep going."


  C.J. slid in next to Keryn and gave her a head nod to slow down. "She's sniffing," he whispered. "She thinks something's up, but she doesn't know what. She's asking about drugs, who I've been meeting, stuff like that."

  "Have you said anything?"

  "I don't think so," he said. "She's like a lawyer on TV. You can never tell when you've given yourself away."

  Sheila slowed down and smiled at her two children. "Hey kids," she said. "Why so serious?"

  Keryn smiled. "Just chatting," she said.

  The plan was for them to go to Eleven Madison Park for dinner. Tom had made the reservations, and after spending the afternoon in Central Park, they heading home to dress and get ready. While Tom and Sheila went back to the hotel, Keryn and C.J. locked themselves up in her apartment and quickly showered together, soaping and touching each other, desperate to release the sexual tension between them before rejoining their parents.

  They had time, and suddenly they were out of the shower and on Keryn's bed. C.J. was on top of her, and she was clutching him tight against her, his cock riding in and out. She moaned and cried out, trying to come as quickly as possible.

  A sharp knocking on their front door interrupted them. "What the fuck?" C.J. said, rolling off. The knock repeated. Keryn was on her feet in seconds, wrapping herself in her robe and dashing to look through the peephole. "It's them!" she whisper-screamed at him. "Cover up!"

  She dashed to the washroom and splashed cold water on her face. Her cheeks were ruddy-red. She looked like she'd just been having sex.

  "I have to rinse off again!" he whisper-shouted back. "They'll smell it!"

  The knock came again. "Just put your pants on!" she whispered. "Oh, we fucked up big time!"

  Keryn clutched the robe tightly shut at her neck and opened the door. Tom looked inside. "What the hell's going on in there?" he asked sharply.

  Sheila looked like she was already in tears. "Oh my god, Keryn, what were you too doing?"

  "We were getting ready," Keryn said. "What's going on? I thought we were meeting at the restaurant."

  "I called to say we were ready so we were coming over, but you didn't answer," Tom said.

  "It sounded like you were having sex!" Sheila cried.

  C.J. came out of Keryn's bedroom. He had on his pants and a dirty t-shirt that he'd pulled out of her hamper. "Mom, that's crazy," he said. "It's just silly."

  Tom and Sheila walked in, and Tom went directly to her bedroom. On the bed was the tell-tale wet spot where they'd been lying, fucking fresh out of the shower. "Oh god, you can even smell it in here," he muttered, walking back out.

  Sheila was in hysterics, crying loudly into a handful of tissues. "Come on Sheila," he said sternly, "let's give them some time to get sorted out. Shall I cancel the reservations?"

  "Oh, damn the reservations!" she screamed.

  "Calm down, dammit, you know it's not as bad as all that," he said. He looked at Keryn and C.J. "I'm going to take your mother back to the hotel, then I'm going to come back and we'll have a talk about all this. Get dressed, would you? I'll be back soon."

  He closed the door. Keryn looked at C.J. "Not as bad as all that?" she said.

  "I didn't expect him to say that," he replied. "But she reacted pretty much how I imagined."

  Keryn laughed. "Yeah, that was about right. Come on, let's get cleaned up."

  They showered and dressed, putting on their nice clothes, as though by some miracle everything would be forgotten and they would still go to the famous restaurant. Instead, they sat brooding on the couch, waiting for their father.

  He arrived with a large bottle of scotch in hand, went directly to the kitchen, and brought three glasses and Keryn's ice trays back to the living room. He pulled up a chair in front of where they were sitting on the couch, and started pouring drinks.

  "I have to say, I never expected this," he said. "This was the last thing. It never even crossed my mind. Maybe when you were still babies, but not afterwards."

  "Why would it cross your mind at all?" Keryn asked, accepting the glass from her father.

  He looked at her with a grave expression. "Keryn, you're not our biological daughter. You're the daughter of the woman I was married to before meeting your mom."

  The breath caught in Keryn's throat. She felt like she was being choked. He continued, explaining the details: his first wife had been an addict. She tried several times to stop using while they were together, but she sometimes used behind Tom's back. He limited her access to cash to keep her from buying heroin, but at one point she had sex in exchange for drugs, and became pregnant.

  She quit using during the pregnancy, but after Keryn was born, she decided to sneak a joy-pop. Unfortunately, like many relapsing users, she shot the same amount she used to use when she had a strong habit. The amount was too much for her clean system and she died of an overdose while Keryn slept in the nearby crib.

  Tom had gone about trying to raise Keryn on his own, and soon after met Sheila. They hit it off, got married, and decided that they would have a regular family. Sheila would have another baby, and there would be no mention of Keryn's birth mother, or her troubles and tragedy.

  Keryn wept and wept as Tom spoke. Everything in her life was being swept away in an instant. Everything she thought she knew about herself was wiped away. "Why?" she moaned when he finished telling the tale, "why didn't you tell me?"

  "I'm sorry," he said. "We thought it would help us stay together as a family."

  "Nice try," she sneered.

  "Hey, come here," C.J. said, offering her a hug, but she pushed him away and got up, went into her bedroom and slammed the door.

  "Get the hell out of here!" they heard her scream from inside.

  Tom and C.J. looked at each other. "Come on," Tom said. "Let's give her some room."

  Keryn cried herself to sleep. She woke up hungry at midnight, wandered out into her dark living room and picked up the phone. There was a missed call and a text message from Tom that they'd missed while they were in the shower: "We're ready to go so we'll come pick you up." Just like Dad. Proper punctuation and capitalization in a text message.

  She ate some food and found the scotch bottle on the living room floor. She poured a small amount into a glass and sipped it, wincing as the harsh booze burned her throat.

  There was a knock at the door. She went over and looked through the peephole. It was C.J.

  Keryn opened the door. "You have a key," she said. "Why are you knocking?"

  He stood sheepishly in the hallway. "You threw me out," he said. "I wanted to make sure I was welcome before I came in uninvited."

  "Well, come on in, I guess," she said, letting him through the doorway.

  He stood in the middle of the living room. "Weird night, huh?"

  She looked blankly at him. "I just found out I'm the spawn of a junkie and a dealer," she said. "Yeah, weird night. Where'd you guys go anyway?"

  "Back to the hotel to talk to Mom," he said. "She freaked out pretty hard."

  "What did you tell her?"

  C.J. smiled. "I told her we're in love."

  "What did she say?"

  "Oh, she's a mess," C.J. said, sitting down on the couch. "She seems to think that even though we're not actually related by blood, it's just as bad because we didn't know we're not related. It's like we're guilty of attempted incest, which is somehow just as bad as the real thing, I guess."

  She sat down next to him. "It's not like it was attempted, even. We didn't try to do this. We didn't plan it. It just happened."

  C.J. nodded. "I know. I explained that to them. They'll manage. Dad will eventually settle Mom down."

  "What about you?" she asked.

  "Me? I'm staying here," he said, looking her in the eye. "If I'm still welcome. You know I never knew anything about the stuff Dad was talking about. And it doesn't change anything as far as you and I are concerned. If anything, it helps us out. Now we don't have to be all freaked out about how screwed up we are. We're not related. We'
re just two horny people in love."

  Keryn smiled. "So it wasn't just a sick sister fetish?" she teased. "You're still in love?"

  He reached over and put his hand on her neck, drawing her close to him so he could kiss her on the mouth. She responded, putting her hand on his chest, pinching his nipple between her thumb and forefinger through the material of his shirt.

  Their tongues intertwined, their lips pulled at each other. It was a kiss that held nothing back. There were no more reservations, no more guilt.

  Keryn broke it off and stood up. "Come on," she said, holding out her hand to him. "Let's go finish what we started."

  She led him to her bedroom, and before he even finished unbuckling his pants, she'd shed the dress she was wearing, disposed of her bra and panties and turned to meet him, fully naked. He left off at his belt and put his hands on her, running his hands up her sides to cup her breasts, tweaking her nipples with his thumbs.

  Her hands went to his cheeks and she kissed him deeply. "I love this," she said. "I'm allowed to do this."

  "Yeah," he said, running his hands down her naked body. "Now there's only the social stigma of fucking your adopted brother, right?"

  "Whatever," she said. "Whatever it is, I'm not going to worry about it." Keryn let her hands slide down over his chest, over his stomach to the front of his pants. His belt was undone, and her fingers found the zipper, tugging it down. His cock was there, pushing against the material.

  She kissed him and then dropped down to her knees, opening his fly and tugging out his cock. Keryn smiled up at C.J. and gave him a little kiss on his cock-head, then flicked her tongue out to tickle around the ridge of his helmet, making him smile and giggle at the sensitive touches.

  "Beg for it," she commanded.

  "Would you please suck on my penis?" he asked in a sweet voice.

  "Don't say penis," she said sternly. "It sounds medical. Call it a dirty word. And don't just ask politely. Fucking beg."