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

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  Their breathing was becoming fast and regular, and I knew they were on their way to their first quick orgasms. I wondered if they would stop after that, or whether it would just be a warm-up for more pleasure. My finger sped up on my clit, wanting to match their climaxes with mine. I knew I couldn’t stay completely silent, but figured they’d be making enough noise of their own to drown out what I was doing.

  The room was filled with the quiet sounds of their breathing and the wet noises their cock and pussy were making as they slid together. It was like the quiet before the storm.

  Then we heard it. It was the soft thump of a car door closing in the driveway. They stopped and looked at each other.

  “Did you hear that?” Olivia said.

  “Yeah,” Sean replied.

  “What do you think?”

  “You better check.”

  “Damn,” Olivia muttered, and slid off of our brother. His latex-covered cock glistened hard and wet as she left the bed and went to the window.

  “Shit! It’s Mom!”

  Olivia sprang from the window and dove for her clothes. Putting on panties and then shorts, bra and t-shirt, she then picked up her shoes and sock just as we heard Mom’s voice from downstairs.

  “Hello? Anyone home?”

  Olivia quietly opened the door and stepped out into the hall, shutting it behind her. A moment later, her voice came from further down the hall, by her room.

  “I’m home Mom, what’s up?”

  “Come on down, Olivia, I want to talk to you.”

  Our sister’s footsteps went past our room and then down the stairs. We listened quietly to their muffled voices, which went on for several minutes. Sean lay very still, his cock still hard and jutting up forcefully. Footsteps came back up the stairs.

  “Ok Mom,” Olivia shouted, “I’ll be right out after I get my shoes.”

  The door opened and Olivia came in.

  “Shit!” she whispered.

  “What’s going on?” Sean whispered back.

  “Mom’s home early because she wants me to go shopping for Dad’s birthday present with her. I can’t get out of it.”

  “Damn.”

  “I’m sorry. But I’m as horny as you are. Maybe we can find some time later to finish this?”

  “It’s ok,” Sean said, resignation in his voice. “We should be used to this by now.”

  She breathed a deep sigh. “Yeah, I know.”

  “Have fun with Mom,” he said with a smirk.

  “If you see Kim, tell her she got lucky. Mom wanted her to go too.”

  “I’ll be sure to let the pest know.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  Sean shrugged. “I don’t know.”

  “You can always finish it yourself.”

  “I guess.”

  “You still have Dad’s old magazines in your closet?”

  “Yeah.”

  “There you go. Think of me, brother.” She gave him a smile.

  “I will.”

  “Later.”

  “See ya.”

  My sister closed the door and we listened to her going down the stairs. Seconds later the front door closed, followed by a car door. The car backed out of the driveway and drove away.

  My brother was still lying on the bed, but I couldn’t think clearly enough to appreciate it. One word my sister said kept repeating over and over in my head.

  Closet.

  Shit.

  Shit, shit, shit!

  I watched as my brother’s hand went to his cock and rolled the condom off, which he tossed into the wastebasket by his dresser. Returning his hand between his legs, his fingers curled around his dick, making a half-hearted attempt at stroking himself. I guess compared to my sister’s pussy, it just wasn’t the same. A ray of hope appeared, as the possibility of him giving up and either leaving or going to sleep loomed. It was going to work out after all.

  But then he rolled over to my side of the bed and stood, right in front of the closet. My heart leapt in my throat, and I almost screamed. At the last second, I realized my hand was still in my panties.

  He pulled the door open, and for one long moment we just stared at each other. I was too shocked to move, and it took him a second to register what he was seeing.

  Then his eyes went wide as saucers, and his mouth dropped open. It would have been comical in any other situation. I pulled my hand out of my pants and took a step back.

  My back struck the shelves, and I heard something shift above me. Suddenly, items were raining down on me, like football helmets, tennis racquets, hockey pucks, and various other sporting goods. Then, something hard struck the top of my head, and I yelped in pain and crumpled to the floor. More items continued to shower down on me, but the pain in my head prevented me from feeling most of it.

  “Kim!” Sean shouted, and leaned down over me, shielding me from the rest of the fallout.

  When it was done, I opened my eyes to see my brother’s face close to mine, looking concerned.

  “You ok?” he asked.

  “Ow! It hurts.” I sat up, sitting cross-legged on the floor, facing him.

  “Where?”

  “Right here.” I rubbed the top of my head, where a lump was forming.

  Moving my fingers down, I saw there was a small amount of blood on them. “I’m bleeding!” I whined.

  “Let me see,” he said, leaning closer to stare down at the wound.

  “Is it bad?” I asked, the whine still in my voice.

  He touched me lightly, and I winced. “Ow!”

  “It’s not too bad. Just a little bit of blood. You’ll be fine.”

  “It hurts. What hit me?”

  He picked up an object that was lying beside me. It was one of his hockey skates.

  “That? I’m lucky I’m not dead.”

  “Kim, I think you’re over reacting. It’s not that bad.”

  “That’s easy for you to say. You didn’t have a sharp, lethal skate gash your head open.”

  He shook his head. “You’re not gashed open. It’s just a small little cut.”

  I touched the lump again and looked at my finger. There was just a little dot of blood.

  “It still hurts though.”

  “I’m sure it does. What were you doing in my closet?”

  “Um, nothing.”

  “Kim, I told you I didn’t want you in my room.”

  “It’s not my fault. You came home early.”

  “It’s my fault because I came home early?”

  “Yeah.”

  “So you hid in my closet?”

  “Yeah.”

  His eyes met mine, and his look turned serious. “What did you see from in there?”

  “Everything.”

  He rubbed his face with his hands. “Everything?”

  “Yeah. You and Olivia.”

  He closed his eyes for a moment, as if trying to think.

  “You saw us?”

  “It was hard to miss you.”

  “Kim... What Olivia and I have... Well, it’s special. I know you don’t understand, but we’ve been close for a long time now.”

  “How long?”

  “How long what?”

  “How long have you two been fucking?”

  He winced at my choice of words. “Since we were fifteen.”

  “Wow. I never would have guessed.”

  He nodded. “That’s good. Because no one can know.”

  “I agree. Mom and Dad would probably have matching heart attacks.”

  He stared at me. “So you’re not going to tell them?”

  My eyes went wide. “No way. I don’t want dead parents.”

  He gave a slight smile, and took a deep breath. “Thank you. It’s a relief to hear you say that.”

  I smiled. “It’s our secret. Mom and Dad will never find out their son is fucking his sisters.”

  He grinned. “That’s good. You know, you might be cooler than I thought you–” He stopped and stared at me, his grin
fading. “What did you say?”

  “It’s our secret.”

  “No, after that.”

  “Mom and Dad will never find out their son is fucking his sisters.”

  “Sisters?”

  “Of course.”

  He stared another long moment. “Kim, you and I haven’t had sex.”

  “Not yet.” I smiled at him.

  He pulled back. “No. We can’t.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because, you’re my sister.”

  “That’s silly.”

  “And you’re too young.”

  “I’m eighteen. Legal in every state. And don’t worry, I’m not a virgin.”

  “We just can’t.”

  “Because of Olivia, right?”

  “Yes, because of Olivia.”

  “Do you love her?”

  He looked embarrassed. “Yes, but it’s not like that. We love each other, but we’re not in love. Understand?”

  “I think so. You’re close, and you like to fuck, but you know it can’t be more than that.”

  “Exactly.”

  “So why can’t I be part of that?”

  “Because I don’t think she would approve.”

  I thought about this for a moment, then said, “She might not like it at first, but I think she’ll warm up to it.”

  “What makes you think that?”

  “Because, with me no longer being a cock-blocking pest, you two can fuck whenever you want this summer.”

  He stared at me, and I saw a glimmer of calculation in his eyes.

  “As long as I’m getting my share,” I continued, “you and her can fuck your brains out all day. Hell, you can even use my room if you’d like.”

  He was still staring at me, weighing the options in his mind.

  “And besides,” I added, “I look enough like my sister to know you find me attractive, but different enough to make it interesting. And if we–”

  My words were cut off as he leaned in and kissed me, his lips soft on mine as his hand curled around to the small of my back, pulling me into him. It took me a moment to get over the shock, but then I kissed him back, teasing my tongue out to lick at his lips. His tongue met mine, and they danced wetly together as my hands slid over his shoulders, feeling his muscles flexing as I clung to him.

  He moved to one knee and I felt myself being easily lifted, and then carried to the bed. Laying me down on my back, he maintained our kiss as his weight settled on me.

  It had all happened so quickly, I was having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that I was making out with my brother, and that soon I was going to experience that big cock of his inside of me. My pussy gushed in anticipation. It got even wetter when I felt his hand pushing up between my thighs. I spread them in invitation, and his palm rested on my crotch, warm through the material.

  I trailed my fingernails down his back as his hand moved up into my still-open zipper, and slid down in my panties to cup my bare pussy. An involuntary groan escaped my lips as he wormed a finger between my labia, slipping into my tight opening. I lifted my hips, pressing into his touch, encouraging him to go deeper.

  I slid my hand down his stomach and gripped his hardening cock, feeling its powerful thickness in my little hand. I felt the first pang of doubt flutter across my mind, as my pussy spasmed in response to the fact that my fingers couldn’t reach all the way around his solid girth. Maybe I had bit off more than I could chew here, so to speak.

  But his finger continued its assault on my pussy, finding my clit and sending shivers of pleasure up my spine, washing away any doubts. He groaned softly into my mouth as my hand jacked his cock.

  He leaned back on his haunches and gripped my t-shirt at the bottom, tugging it upwards. I lifted my arms and he pulled it over my head, casting it onto the floor. His hand then slid behind my back and deftly undid the clasp of my bra. The garment loosened, and he pulled it off my shoulders, tossing it to join my t-shirt. His fingers then found the sides of my shorts, catching the waistband of my panties at the same time. He tugged, and I lifted my hips. The pants slid down over my thighs, up around my knees, and off. His eyes focused between my legs as he tossed my pants in the general direction of the floor.

  I spread my thighs, revealing my pussy to his gaze. Unlike my sister’s, which was neatly trimmed, mine was waxed smooth – not a trace of hair in sight. My girlfriend Tami had convinced me to go with her to get it done, and it was painful as hell the first time. But now, it was much easier, and I had a touch-up once a month.

  He stared at it, seemingly entranced by its smooth curves. I smiled and spread my legs wider, wanting him to enjoy all of it.

  He licked his lips. “That’s beautiful,” he whispered.

  “You like it?”

  “Oh yeah. I’ve asked Olivia to do that, but she refused.”

  I smiled wider, knowing there was at least one thing I was better at than my sister.

  “You’re making me wet just looking at it.”

  He smiled. “I bet you taste good.”

  “Mmm, is that an offer?”

  He smiled wider and hooked his hands behind my knees, pushing them back to my chest and spreading my legs wide. This caused my hips to raise and my pussy to open up even further. Leaning down, he kissed me right on my soft slit, then wormed his tongue between the pliant lips.

  I let out a loud gasp, feeling my pussy spasm in delight. His tongue seemed to be everywhere, probing deep and then flicking over the sensitive bud of my clit. He still held my knees back, but I lifted my hips as best I could, grinding my cunt into his face.

  “Oooh, fuck, that feels good,” I exclaimed, grabbing handfuls of his hair with my hands.

  His tongue jabbed deep into me as his lips pressed tight against my spread pussy. It was like a miniature cock fucking into my tight hole, kind of a preliminary for the real thing. My copious juices painted his lips and cheeks, and overflowed down the crack of my ass.

  Returning to my clit, he sucked it softly between his lips as his tongue fluttered over its smooth surface. The exposed nerve endings thrummed like an electrical current was running through them, sending sparks of pleasure shimmering out from my loins.

  “Unngggghh,” I grunted, feeling my pleasure rising, building towards the coming explosion.

  As his tongue continued its attack on my clit, he released my knees and positioned two of his fingers at my entrance, beginning to push them inside. I groaned louder, feeling the digits spreading my tight inner walls. My slick juices coated him, and his fingers made a wet, slippery sound as they fucked into me.

  I thought he was going to make me come this way, but he gave my pussy one last kiss and slid his fingers out. He rose up, and I saw his cock arching stiffly in my direction. That small stab of fear returned, but instead of settling between my legs, he moved up to straddle my stomach.

  Holding my breasts in his hands, he leaned forward and laid the length of his cock between them, then pressed them together. Rocking his hips, he began to titty fuck me, sliding his rigid dick between my soft, firm mounds. His hands pinched my nipples, and the dual sensation sent ripples of pleasure through me.

  No one had done this to me before, and I was enjoying the experience, especially since it was my brother doing it. I leaned my head down, pressing my chin against my chest, and each time his cock thrust through my breasts, I would lick at the head, tasting the musky male flavor oozing from the tip.

  There were other tastes there too. A faint trace of latex remained from the condom, accompanied by another, more delicate flavor. A jolt of pleasure jumped through me as I realized what it was. It was traces of my sister’s pussy juice, left there from when she was riding the front of his cock.

  On one of his thrusts, he pushed forward, and I opened my mouth to allow his cock to slip inside. My lips stretched tightly around the flared ridge of his swollen cock head, as my tongue beat a steady quick rhythm on the spongy tip. The intensity of the tastes increased, and another throb
of ecstasy burst through me.

  “Ahh, damn that feels good, sister. Where’d you learn that?”

  I grinned around his cock, but kept the beat against his swollen flesh with my tongue, swallowing every drop of pre-cum drooling from the tip.

  Releasing my breasts, he pulled his dick from my mouth and leaned over the side of the bed, where he pulled another condom out of the drawer. After he quickly extracted it from its package, I watched intently as he rolled it down over his granite-like erection, feeling a sense of surrealism. Was my big brother actually putting on a condom so he could fuck me? Part of my brain refused to believe it, even though his cock was arching upward less than a foot from my face.

  He shifted down, lying between my spread legs.. I felt his cock head bumping against my pussy, and I instinctively spread my thighs wider in welcome. My heart beat fast, partly out of anticipation, and partly out of fear, wondering if I would be able to fit him inside of me.

  He leaned down to kiss me as his bulbous head nestled into my slick entrance. His arms hooked around my knees and he pushed my legs back, spreading me even further for his invasion. His hips flexed slightly, and his cock began to push inside of me, spreading my tight inner walls wide.

  “Unngg,” I groaned, feeling the mixture of pleasure and pain.

  His strength held me open, keeping me in this vulnerable position, as his cock pressed deeper. My cunt stretched wide to accept him, and I felt a moment of panic.

  “Stop,” I moaned, “It’s too much.”

  He stopped and looked down at me, but didn’t say anything.

  “Please,” I whispered,.” I can’t do this. You’re too big. It won’t fit.”

  “It’ll fit, Kim,” he whispered. Just relax.”

  “No, it won’t.”

  “It fit in Olivia just fine,” he said, “And she was younger than you.”

  He knew the right buttons to press. I couldn’t let my sister do something I couldn’t.

  I gritted my teeth. “Okay, go ahead.”

  He smiled down at me. “Kim, just relax, okay? It’s not going to work if you’re all tight like that.”

  I realized he was right. I reached up and pulled him down to kiss me, our tongues intertwining. I felt him pressing into me again, but I focused on our kiss. After a moment, he lifted his head and smiled down at me.