Cheri's Taboo Ten Vol. 2 (Cheri's Taboo Ten Boxset)

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  Oh my god. It had never felt like this. Not only that, I never thought it could feel like this. I had touched myself many times, but my brother’s finger on me was causing sensations I never knew existed. My body convulsed and spasmed beneath him as jolts of pleasure shuddered through me.

  With his free hand, he took me by the wrist and guided me down between his legs, laying my hand along the hard length of his swollen cock. I gripped him through the flannel, feeling his warm, solid thickness, my pussy quivering in anticipation. He was big – bigger than Bobby was, and bigger than anything I imagined in my young-girl fantasies. For a brief moment, I became convinced he would never fit inside my virginal little pussy. But then I reminded myself of all the girls he’d been with, and if he could fuck them, he could certainly fuck me.

  His finger continued its exploration in my slit, and my copious lubrication seemed to be everywhere, coating his skin and making our contact slick. I knew that if he kept it up, I was going to come just from his touch. But I had something else in mind.

  My hand moved up the length of his cock to the head, which was pushing up the waistbands of his pajamas and boxers. Sliding my fingers under them, I stretched them outward, allowing his cock to spring free, arching out tightly below his stomach. Turning my hand, I gripped his rigid girth, unable to reach all the way around. He sighed as I began to slowly stroke his cock, feeling the amazing mixture of soft skin over hard, engorged flesh. My pussy spasmed again, impatiently informing me it wanted its turn.

  I turned my head up to him, and his face was a mask of contented pleasure. His eyes opened as he sensed me watching him.

  “Make love to me,” I whispered.

  He looked at me a long moment. “Are you sure?”

  I nodded. “Very sure. Please, I need you inside of me.”

  His finger slid into my entrance, and pressed against my hymen. “It’s going to hurt at first.”

  “I don’t care. Please.”

  He leaned back on his haunches and took hold of my pants and panties, tugging them down over my thighs, exposing my pussy to his gaze. They were at my knees when we heard it.

  “Goodnight, Amy. Goodnight, Lucas.”

  It was Mom, walking by our rooms, saying goodnight as she made her way to her bedroom, just like she did every night. Dad, as usual, stayed up late to watch the news before going to bed.

  Lucas’s and my eyes met, and I saw his expression change. It was as if our mother’s voice had reminded him who we were, and the lust on his face melted into embarrassment. His eyes averted to the side, as if he couldn’t look at my nakedness anymore.

  “Lucas,” I whispered. “It’s ok. Keep going. I need you.”

  He shook his head slightly, still refusing to look at me. “We can’t.”

  “Yes we can. Please, make love to me. Just like you were about to.”

  He shook his head again, firmer this time. “No, this is a mistake. I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t say that. It’s not a mistake. You want me, I know you do.”

  His eyes finally came back to meet mine. “Amy, it doesn’t matter what I want. Or what we want. We can’t do this.”

  “Just kiss me again. We’ll start over. You’ll see, it will feel right again, just like it did.”

  “I’m sorry. I have to go.” He leaned back and pulled up his pajama bottoms to cover his still-hard cock. The one I was so close to having inside of me.

  “Don’t go.”

  He got out of the bed and stood beside it, looking down at me. “It’s better this way, Amy. We can still be friends. If we did that, our friendship would end.”

  I stared at him as his words sank in. I knew he was right, but I also knew the craving desire inside of me wanted what it wanted. “We’ll make it work somehow.”

  He shook his head regretfully. “No, we can’t. He turned and walked to the door, opened it slightly to make sure Mom wasn’t around, and then stepped outside, closing it behind him. I heard him enter his room as the tears began to flow again.

  We hadn’t talked about that day since. Things were awkward between us for a few days, but then we were back to our normal relationship, as if both of us decided to pretend that night hadn’t happened. A few months later, I began dating a new guy, Jeremy, and I lost my virginity to him a month after that. On the night it happened, I came home and talked with Lucas about it, and he seemed genuinely happy for me.

  Life went on, and Lucas and I went to different colleges, seeing each other on breaks and during the summers. Different boyfriends and girlfriends came and went, until Lucas met Pam during his senior year. That relationship stuck, and they were married two years later, and I was part of the bridal party.

  At the reception, I met Dave, who was a friend of Pam’s brother. A few weeks later he called to ask for a date, and one thing led to another, and a year and a half later we were the ones getting married, and Lucas was one of the groomsmen. We bought a house in the same town as Lucas and Pam, who by then had their first child, a baby boy. Our first came along fifteen months later, and since then we added two more, to go along with Lucas and Pam’s four. We see each other fairly often, spending holidays at each other’s houses and sometimes vacationing together. Lucas and I managed to maintain our friendship over the years, staying closer than most brothers and sisters we knew.

  Mom and Dad, never ones to follow convention, retired to Maine instead of Florida, buying a house near Camden. They invited our families up for a housewarming, but since it was February, the kids were in school. Lucas and I decided to take off time from work to visit them on our own, and plan a family trip for the summer.

  We flew into Bangor, and rented an SUV for the fifty-mile trip to Camden. Unfortunately, the weather didn’t cooperate, and we found ourselves in the middle of a blizzard. The going was slow, and Lucas, with no sleep the night before because of a sick daughter, became too tired to drive. He wanted to stop at a motel, but I convinced him I could finish the trip while he slept. I was doing fine until the deer appeared in front of us.

  * * *

  My brother’s blue eyes met mine in the faint glow from the SUV’s dome light. At thirty-four, his handsome face still had the youthful charm that attracted the women, even though, as far as I knew, he had never cheated on Pam. He wore his full head of dark hair a little long, and while his body was slightly thicker, he still had the physique of an athlete, with very little extra fat.

  I had gained weight when I had my three children, but after Michael was born, and Dave got a vasectomy, I hit the gym hard and kept at it. I couldn’t quite get back my teenage body, but I still looked damn good, evident by the looks I got from men I’d pass on the street, or from the occasional passes I’d receive from guys I’d meet through my job – a marketing representative for a large company.

  Passes I turned down without fail, by the way. I loved my husband, and wasn’t looking for an affair. Although things had slowed in the bedroom lately, I just shrugged that off as both of us being busy with the kids and our jobs. We’d eventually get back to the hot fucking we’d enjoyed before the kids arrived.

  Placing my hands on my brother’s chest, I pushed myself back across the tilted seat away from him. As I did, I felt his muscles working below his shirt, and the sensation surprised me. Dave had gotten soft, and I wasn’t used to the solidness of a fit man beneath my touch. Lucas spent time in the gym, like I did, and the effects were obvious. For a brief moment, I wondered if he and Pam had slowed in the bedroom too, and that thought led to a mental image of my brother’s muscular body lying between his wife’s legs, thrusting hard into her. Yeah, I thought, just like he almost did to me once.

  I pushed the thought away as soon as it appeared, but Lucas was watching my eyes and he gave me a curious look, as if he could see my thoughts.

  “So,” I said, thinking quickly, “what’s next?”

  He pulled out his cell phone and checked it. “No service,” he said, “how about you?”

  I reached into the back
seat and retrieved my purse. Extracting my phone and opening it, I saw the same lack of bars. “Nothing for me, either.”

  “I’ll climb up to the road and see if I can flag anyone down.”

  “Be careful.”

  He pushed open his door and stepped out, and I watched him climb the embankment. He almost slipped a few times on the ice, but made it to the top. I watched anxiously as he stood there for about ten minutes before beginning to make his way back down. Back in the car, he shook off the snow and hugged himself.

  “Damn, it’s cold out there.”

  “Did you see anyone?”

  He shook his head. “No. Looks like we’re the only morons out driving in this. The road is remote to begin with, and on a night like this, no one’s coming by.”

  “What are we going to do?”

  “Our only choices are to try to walk somewhere, or hunker down and wait until morning.”

  “Where would we walk to?”

  “That’s the problem. We don’t know what’s close. There could be a farmhouse a half mile up the road, or there might not be anything for miles. I don’t like the idea of wandering around blind in this.”

  “Then we’re staying here?”

  He nodded. “That’s the better plan. Maybe the storm will let up by morning, and then someone will come by. The gas tank is nearly full, so there’s no problem with running it all night and keeping the heater going.”

  “I’m so sorry for causing this.”

  “Amy, don’t beat yourself up. Accidents happen. Maybe if I was driving, I would have fallen asleep and killed us both.”

  I smiled. “That’s a positive outlook.”

  He chuckled. “You know me, always the optimist.”

  I laughed. “So we sleep in our seats?”

  “If you want. Or, I’m sure those seats in the back fold down to create a flat storage compartment. We could do that and sleep more comfortably. You wouldn’t happen to have any blankets in your suitcase, would you?”

  I smiled. “Actually, I do. Aunt Lauren knitted a housewarming quilt for Mom and wanted me to take it up to her.”

  “Perfect. So we’re not going to freeze. All we need now is a television to watch the game. Got one of those too?”

  I giggled. “Sorry, but I forgot to pack it.”

  “No problem. It will give us a chance to talk and catch up. Let’s get set up.”

  He turned and squeezed between the seats to get to the back, and I followed him. We found the latches for the seats, and folded them down. Our suitcases sat in the back, and I found the one with the quilt and extracted it. We decided with the suitcases there, we wouldn’t be able to stretch out, so we moved them to the side. That would mean we’d have less room sideways, and have to lie closer together, but that was better than lying cramped.

  As we slid the luggage over, Lucas discovered a hatch in the floor. Opening it, he peered down into it for a moment, and then pulled out a road flare.

  “It’s an emergency kit,” he said. “There’s five of these in there. We can use them in the morning to help flag someone down.”

  “That’ll work.”

  He thought for a moment. “Actually, I could put one out now, just in case someone comes by.”

  I frowned. “You sure you want to climb back up there?”

  “No problem, I’ll be right back.” He slid open the side door and a blast of cold air came in as he went out. While he was gone, I looked through the suitcases to find something we could use as pillows. Settling on two sweaters, I laid them out at one end, and then slid under the quilt. A minute later Lucas returned, coming in with another gust of cold air. Sliding the door shut, he said, “Shit, is it cold. Damn.”

  “Then get under here,” I said. “It’s nice and warm.”

  He picked up his edge of the quilt and slid under it, stretching out next to me. Still shivering, he said, “This is a little better.”

  Moving over to him, I said, “Here, let me warm you up.” Pressing my body against his, I moved up over him, draping my arm over his chest as I laid my head on his shoulder. I slid my leg up over, resting my thigh across his pelvis, my foot on his knee.

  “Better?” I asked.

  He paused slightly before answering. “Yeah, you’re warm.”

  “And you’re freezing. Don’t even think about going back outside.” I snuggled closer.

  “Okay, Mom,” he said, and we both laughed.

  From my angle, I could see up the slope to the snowbank bordering the road, and the gap our SUV had made when it broke through. The edges glowed red from the flare.

  “Do you think someone will see it tonight?”

  He shrugged. “Possibly, but probably not. It will only last for ten minutes. The chances will be better in the morning.”

  I snuggled again. “This isn’t so bad, is it?”

  “No, it isn’t.” He rested his hand on my hip.

  “We haven’t been this close since…” I said, but then stopped in mid-sentence, not believing I was about to bring up that day.

  A long moment of silence passed, and I felt I had to say something.

  “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

  More silence, then he said, “It’s okay. Maybe it’s better to talk about it instead of pretending it never happened.”

  I smiled against his chest. “I don’t know. Pretending it never happened has worked for sixteen years.”

  He chuckled softly. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

  “You were right.”

  “About what?”

  “About stopping us. It would have messed us up. Who knows, maybe we wouldn’t be this close now if we had done that.”

  “Maybe.”

  The tone of his voice sounded odd, and I lifted my head to look at him.

  He gave me a curious look. “What?”

  “You don’t seem convinced.”

  “No, it’s not that.”

  “Then what?”

  He shrugged.

  “Tell me.”

  He inhaled a deep sigh. “No, I’d better not.”

  I poked him in the ribs. “Tell me.”

  He smiled and thought another long moment before speaking. “Do you regret anything about that night?”

  It was an odd question, considering we hadn’t gone through with it. “What do you mean?”

  “Just what I asked. Do you regret anything?”

  I paused, thinking. “No. Nothing. I think it made us closer.”

  He nodded without saying anything. I watched him closely. He was holding something back. It suddenly occurred to me what it was.

  “Wait, are you saying you regret that night?”

  “I didn’t say that.”

  “But you do, don’t you? That’s why you’re asking me if I did.”

  He shook his head. “No, that’s not it at all.”

  “Then what?”

  He paused again. “I didn’t ask you if you regretted that night, I asked you if you regretted anything about that night.”

  I looked at him curiously. “What’s the difference?”

  “I don’t regret that night, but I do regret something about it.”

  My brow furrowed. “What do you regret?”

  His eyes met mine in the darkness, but he didn’t speak.

  After a moment, I said softly, “Tell me.”

  “I wish,” he said, and stopped, looking away.

  My hand moved to his cheek and returned his gaze to me. “Lucas, tell me.”

  “I wish,” he began again, “that I had made love to you when I had the chance.”

  I stared at him in the dim light, my brain refusing to register his words. “What?”

  “It’s hard to explain, but when I look at you now, you’re so beautiful to me. I wish that we had shared that back then, so I would know what it was like to be with you that way. I would have those memories, instead of just my imagination.”

  I remained silent, so he continued.

  “
And now, it’s too late. We’re both married with kids, committed to others. I wish I had created that memory with you when I had the chance. That is my regret.”

  I stared at him, unable to think of any way to respond. Finally, I said, “But what about it messing up the friendship we had?”

  He smiled softly. “Imagine for a moment that we had done it, and now we had that memory. Do you really think we would be less close than we are now? I don’t. I think it would have made us even closer, having shared that. Hell, what we did do makes me feel closer to you.”

  My mind worked to catch up. This was all coming at me so fast.

  “Have you ever regretted not going through with it?” he asked.

  “Sure. When you walked out, I cried myself to sleep. And for days later, I thought about coming to your room half naked and convincing you to finish what you started.”

  “How about more recently?”

  I paused, wondering how much I wanted to admit.

  “Amy, you can tell me. If you haven’t regretted not doing it, that’s fine. I understand.”

  “It’s not regret, exactly.”

  “Tell me.”

  “It’s just that, sometimes when I see you and Pam together, I imagine what you two do when you’re alone. And since I have memories of that night, my imagination doesn’t have to work that hard. And sometimes…”

  “Go on.”

  “Sometimes I’m a little jealous of her, as if she has something that I could have had. I know that’s silly, because we could never be married, but it’s how I feel.”

  “You’re jealous of her?”

  “It’s hard to explain. I love Dave and what we have, but Pam knows a part of you that I came close to experiencing, but was denied. So, for that little part, I am jealous, yeah.”

  “So you’re saying that if we had made love, you wouldn’t be jealous?”

  “I guess. Because then I would have experienced what she has.”

  He smiled. “How is that different than what I’m saying?”

  I shrugged. “I’m not sure.”

  “So, maybe for a slightly different reason, you wish we would have made love back then too?”