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

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  His smile widened.

  I kept my hand on him. “Would you like me to visit tonight?”

  “I would love that.”

  I smiled. “Good. It’s a date.”

  I laid in my bed, giving the house time to become quiet, my heart beating loudly. I had been to my brother’s bed many times over the years, but this time I felt nervous for some reason, as if I knew something different was going to happen.

  Finally, I couldn’t wait any longer, and went to my brother’s room. He was lying on his back, his arms crossed behind his head, staring at the ceiling.

  He smiled when he saw me. “Hi.”

  “Hi,” I replied.

  I climbed up on the bed, and moved to him. It was the middle of summer, and all he had on was his boxers. I was wearing a small nightshirt and panties. I lay on my side, next to him. He moved his arm down around me, pulling me close. I laid my head on his chest, slipping one leg up on his thigh. My hand rested on his stomach.

  “This is nice,” he whispered.

  “Mm. I missed you.”

  We lay like that for several minutes in the dim light, neither one of us close to sleep. His hand around me was resting on my arm, and the fingers began moving lightly over my skin, tickling the soft hairs.

  I sighed from the sensation, and began to move my fingers over his stomach, gliding through the trail of soft hair that led downward. We did that for a while, and I watched with interest as the front of his boxers was slowly pushed upward by the growing flesh underneath.

  Soon, he was completely hard, and it looked extremely uncomfortable angling up at an awkward angle. I felt the urge to take it in my hand and straighten it, just to provide him some relief. I could see the swollen head pushing up the thin material, and I thought I noticed a small wet spot right at the tip.

  My fingers traced down over his stomach, touching the waistband of his underwear before moving back up.

  He breathed in sharply from the sensation, and his cock twitched under the material.

  My pussy was getting wet, and I hooked my ankle around his calf, pressing my mound against his hip.

  His cock was still at a weird angle, so I whispered, “You look uncomfortable.”

  There was a pause before he answered. “I’m fine.”

  “You sure? I could fix it for you.”

  “Oh, ok.”

  I reached down and slid my fingers under the waistband, pulling it upward. The material stretched, pulling his cock up with it, until it sprang free, straightening out and pointing towards his chin. I lowered the waistband back down, and it rested across the shaft, leaving a few inches of his cock still exposed, pressing it down against his stomach.

  “How’s that?” I asked.

  “Much better. Thanks.”

  We returned to silence, and I continued moving my fingers over his stomach. I couldn’t go as low as I had previously, but I traced near his swollen head, enjoying his soft gasps of pleasure.

  But it was my turn to gasp when his fingers trailed down over my arm and up onto the curve of my breast. They lightly teased the side, and my nipples pebbled into hardness, pressing out my thin nightshirt. One was pressed against his side, and I wondered if he felt it.

  One of my fingers wandered close to the tip of his cock, and I felt a slick wetness on his stomach. I realized he must be leaking precum from the tip, and I slid my finger in a circle, spreading the slippery fluid over his skin.

  His stomach muscles trembled from the sensation, and his breath hitched, letting me know he was enjoying my touch.

  When his fingers grazed over the hard bump of my nipple, I groaned audibly against the warm skin of his chest. Encouraged, he moved his fingers lightly back and forth over the rubbery nub, sending electric shivers of pleasure through me.

  My fingers were still gliding through the slick wetness on his stomach, and I slowly moved them lower. When I touched him on the tip, his body jerked and he gasped. His cock twitched against my finger, trying to fight against the restraint imposed by the elastic waistband.

  I slid two fingers up onto him, spreading the wetness to that sensitive spot just below the slit, moving in small circles, coating his skin with his own lubrication.

  “Uhhhhh,” he said softly, and he pinched my nipple, causing me to match his moan of pleasure.

  I continued lightly over the same spot, rubbing it gently with my fingertips. His cock stiffened even further, the head swelling to smooth tightness. Switching from my fingers to my hand, I held it flat as I moved over him, rubbing him softly in circles.

  He was breathing harder, his chest rising and falling as his body jerked in small spasms. His fingers pinched and pulled at my breast, sending waves of pleasure into my groin. The wetness was soaking my panties, as I pressed my soft lips against his hip, buffeting my clit inside its warm folds.

  My hand left his cock and pulled his waistband down, hooking it under his balls as I gently held them for a moment. Then I slid my hand back up his shaft, slowly over the soft skin, until I gripped him just below the head. Unrestrained now, his cock arched up proudly, lifting several inches off his stomach.

  His hips twitched, and he gasped a deep shuddering breath. I began a soft jacking motion with my hand, holding his warm cock as I moved the skin up and down. I would occasionally reach up with my thumb to capture his leaking precum from the tip, and smear it around, creating lubrication for my hand.

  My nipple was getting a workout, and I knew I could come from just that and pressing my pussy against him, but that was just in the background as I concentrated on giving him pleasure. There was an oddness to it, knowing I had my stepbrother’s cock in my hand, but there was also a sense of contentment – that our intimate nighttime closeness had finally led us here.

  He was breathing harder, his breath ragged as his stomach muscles tensed and relaxed. I continued to slowly stroke him, my eyes glued to what my hand was doing, wanting to watch what was about to happen.

  “Ohhhhh,” he groaned, as his hips lifted slightly, his body tensing. He seemed to hang there a long time, but it was only a few seconds.

  “Unnnnnggggg,” he grunted, and his cock pulsed warmly in my hand. The first jet leapt from the tip and sprayed across his stomach. The second one landed further up, and the third one almost reached my face. His body bucked underneath me, spasming and twitching as he held his cries in check, reducing them to strangled moans.

  I continued to softly stroke him as a few more ebbing spurts spilled from his straining cock, pooling on his stomach in wet globs. His body held for a moment and then relaxed down, his breathing deep as he fought to catch his breath. My hand moved from gripping him to just lying on him, feeling the twitching remnants of his orgasm.

  His hand was holding my breast in a soft caress, abandoning the nipple as his body recovered. After a minute, he reached over with his free hand and pulled a few Kleenexes from the box on his nightstand, using them to clean his chest. I took them from him and finished the job, wiping up the still-warm globs of his cum. When I was done I laid my head back down on him, and listened to his breathing.

  My body twitched as he found my nipple again, squeezing it through the thin cotton. I sighed in pleasure, and he turned to face me. We looked at each other for a few moments, and I smiled softly.

  He returned the smile and moved his hand to my shoulder, urging me onto my back. Then he slid closer, propped up on his elbow as he looked down on my body. My nipples stood up in hard points under my shirt, and he reached for one, letting his fingertips brush over it.

  “Ahhhh,” I softly moaned, and he gently rolled the stiff flesh between his fingers, bringing more cries from my lips.

  Leaving my nipple, his fingers traced down, over my shirt and bare stomach, then onto my panties, missing my crotch and moving down the top of my thigh, his touch so light. Reaching my knee, he slid his hand to my inner thigh, and I spread my legs slightly to give him room.

  His hand traveled back upwards, gliding slowly along t
he soft sensitive skin of my inner thigh, sending shivers of pleasure through me. My pussy quivered in wet anticipation, needing his touch.

  Finally, he reached my mound, and he cupped me softly through the sheer nylon. I groaned and my body twitched from the contact. My legs spread further and I pressed into his hand, knowing he could feel the heat of my aroused flesh.

  He pressed with his middle finger, pushing the silky material between my soft outer labia.

  “Mmmm,” I cried, pushing my hips upward and gripping his thigh hard with my fingers.

  His finger moved in a small circle, and I felt my juices coating the fabric, so soft against my tender inner flesh. His touch left me momentarily, moving up to the waistband of my panties and then sliding underneath, through my pubic hair to return to my pussy, slipping his finger back into me, now warm skin on warm skin.

  “Yessss,” I cried softly, gripping the sheet with my other hand. Waves of pleasure emanated from between my spread legs, and I knew this wasn’t going to last long.

  His finger pressed deeper, and I felt my inner walls clasping at him, trying to draw him further inside. My pussy ached with the need to be filled, stretched to its limits with solid flesh, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen, at least not tonight.

  Sliding his finger out, he moved it upward between my soft lips, until he encountered the hard knot of my clit. I had to grit my teeth to stifle my cries of pleasure, as his fingertip circled the sensitive nub, driving me even closer to my release.

  I closed my eyes and arched my back, opening my body to his touch. I was so close now, floating on a river of pleasure as my brother’s finger caressed my swollen clitoris. I thought I had more time, but he surprised me by leaning down and taking my nipple into his mouth, sucking on it through the cotton material of my nightshirt.

  The extra sensation caused my pussy to convulse, and my orgasm burst through me like a warm wave of pleasure, lifting me up and tossing me about. I groaned loudly as my muscles clenched, lifting my ass off the bed, pressing my pussy harder into my brother’s hand. His lips continued to suck my engorged nipple, teasing it with his teeth as my orgasm pulsed through me.

  When the pleasure ebbed, I relaxed back down, breathing deep as my body still shuddered from the last sparks of my orgasm. Will moved his hand to cup me again, as he slid his arm around my shoulders and held me to his chest.

  We lay like this for a long time, not wanting to spoil the mood by talking. He eventually drifted off, and I followed soon after.

  I awoke early and went back to my room. I was having breakfast with Mom when Will came downstairs. I had been nervous about how he would react, but he gave me a smile and asked if I had slept well. I smiled back and told him I had a great night of sleep.

  In the few weeks we had before going back to school, I went to his bed several more times, and we did much the same as the first. A few times I awoke in the middle of the night to find him holding me in our favorite position, with his hard cock pressed against my ass. I once again felt a throbbing need to have my pussy filled, but the thought of actually fucking my brother just seemed too weird, so I resisted the urge to impale my saturated pussy on him, and fingered myself to a silent orgasm.

  The last night before I went off to school, my brother was bold enough to lift my shirt so he could suck on my bare nipple. Feeling bolder myself, I moved my head down his chest when he came, and one of the spurts sprayed across my cheek and lips. As he continued to convulse under me, I slid my tongue out and tasted his salty warm cum for the first time.

  Back at school, I nearly raped Tommy the first time we were together again, pushing him back and taking his cock deep into me, crying out as his solid girth stretched my tight pussy. And when I awoke to find his hard cock against my ass, I wasted no time in placing him at my sopping entrance and backing on to him.

  Tommy thought it was odd I wanted to give him a handjob, but willingly laid back on the bed as I rested my head on his chest and took him in my hand. I watched his cock intently as I stroked it, and when his hips bucked to signal his imminent orgasm, I leaned down and took the head of his cock in my mouth, nearly coming myself as his warm cream spurted onto my tongue.

  That last night with Will turned out to be our last night of sleeping together. He got an internship the next summer, and I became engaged to Tommy, holding off our wedding until we graduated. Will met a girl his senior year, and they lived together for three years before finally getting married.

  Tommy and I had two children right away – a boy and a girl – and then another girl who was conceived on the night before Tommy joined his reserve unit over in the Gulf. She never got to meet her father, born while he was still there, and then his homecoming was permanently postponed by a sniper’s bullet.

  Will had two girls of his own before coming home early from work one day to find his wife in bed with the teenager he had hired to mow the lawn. So that was the end of that.

  It had been four years since Tommy was gone, and three since Will’s marriage had dissolved, but we hardly saw each other. Living in different cities, and me busy with my three kids, and him with shared custody, we just couldn’t find the time to visit.

  We saw each other briefly for Mom’s funeral, and then again for Dad’s. Since then, we’d been on the phone with each other a lot, making plans for getting together to clean out our childhood home. We decided to make a long weekend of it, arriving on Friday and spending three days going through everything.

  * * *

  His pickup truck came around the bend and pulled into the gravel driveway next to mine. I pressed the button to roll down my passenger-side window, and his came down too. We grinned at each other.

  “About time,” I said.

  “I thought you’d be inside and done by now,” he replied.

  “You’re not getting out of it that easy.”

  He laughed. “Damn, you’re too smart for me.”

  We got out of the cars and he took me into his arms, hugging me tightly. His still-trim and muscular body felt good against mine.

  “I’ve missed you Molly,” he said.

  “And I you,” I replied, holding him tighter.

  He broke the hug and held me at arm’s length. “You ready?”

  “I guess.

  “Let’s do this then.”

  We walked up on the porch and he unlocked the door, holding it open to allow me to go first. I went in, and the musty smell assailed my nose. A fine layer of dust covered everything, and the place seemed drab even with the bright morning sun streaming in through the windows.

  I stood there looking at it, and felt my brother’s arm slip around my shoulder. It seemed so long ago since we were carefree kids, running around these rooms.

  Suddenly, doubts filled my mind. I turned to him. “I don’t think I can do this. Maybe we should just hire someone to go through it.” I felt the tears coming.

  He pulled me into him and hugged me again, and I cried softly against his shoulder. He caressed my back and hair with his hands, letting me cry it out without speaking.

  Finally, he said, “It’s ok, Molly. We’ll do this together. I’m here for you.”

  I pulled back and smiled at him, blinking the tears away. “Just like you always were.”

  He smiled, his own eyes brimming with wetness. “Of course.”

  I took a deep breath. “Ok. I’m better now. Thanks.”

  We both changed into our work clothes and then began. I opened all the windows while Will started in our parents’ room, pulling the drawers out and setting them on the bed. The house felt a little better with a breeze going through it, and the musty smell dissipated. We sat on our parents’ bed and went through their things, making two piles – one to keep and one to toss.

  It was slow going, as we stopped and reminisced frequently. Dad’s pipe reminded us of him sitting out on the porch in the evenings, because Mom wouldn’t let him smoke inside. Mom’s sewing basket made us think of those old socks we used to wear, darned
again and again until they looked more like rags than socks. We looked through their photograph album, starting with pictures of our separate families, then our merged one, seeing the images of us growing up. We both laughed at the first photo of us together, taken on the day my Mom and I moved in, with me in my best Sunday dress and Will in his suit. We were standing on the porch with our arms around each other, grinning like idiots. The photo next to it showed us standing together in our high school graduation gowns, our arms once again around each other.

  And then another, taken on the day I went back to school for my sophomore year. I stared at it, remembering what I was thinking when it was taken. It had been just hours after our last intimate encounter, and I still had the memory of the taste of my brother’s cum on my lips. I was thinking that if we had another week together, we probably would have made love.

  I glanced over at Will, and he was staring at the photo too, a wistful look in his eyes.

  “Those were fun times,” I said, “weren’t they?”

  He smiled. “Yeah.” He looked at his watch and said, “It’s eleven-thirty already. How would you like to have lunch down by the pond?”

  “How will we get there? The grass is overgrown.”

  “I’m sure I can get the riding mower started. All we need is a path.”

  I smiled. “Sounds like a plan.”

  I was in the kitchen moving food from our coolers into a picnic basket, when I heard the mower start. Then I saw my brother wave as he rode past the kitchen window, on his way down to the pond.

  A few minutes later, we were walking side by side down the freshly cut path to the pond, just like we had done so many times before. We sat down next to the water, sitting side-by-side.

  “I never thought to bring my swimsuit,” I said, as I opened the basket and began extracting the food.

  “Me neither,” he said. “I guess if we want to swim, it’ll have to be skinny-dipping.”

  I laughed. “No way. With this body, my skinny-dipping days are over.”