Free Into Her Life: (The Complete Taboo Story of Forbidden Love) by Jill Soffalot Page A

than two weeks time they'd found themselves locked in a lover's embrace, fucking with wild abandon. Then after coming, and after a long period of languid caresses, they'd eventually slept, tangled together on Keryn's bed.
    In the morning Keryn found C.J.'s cock, and it took only the slightest contact to tease him to a rock-hard erection. She'd quickly put him in her mouth to moisten him and then mounted, climbing on top of her brother and riding him to orgasm. After she'd come he'd rolled her over and taken her from behind, slamming his cock into her pussy until finally he came inside of her, his shame about coming inside his sister's vagina now gone.
    They'd showered together, soaping each other and endlessly necking under the spray of water, standing holding each other and kissing, their tongues working, their lips working, making love to each other's mouths. But still they barely spoke out loud to each other.
    After the shower they dressed in loose clothes and went to the kitchen where they ate toast and eggs and coffee, and then wordlessly looked at each other, smiled, and retired to the bedroom to fuck again. And so it went for the day: snacking, smiling, making love, and barely a word passing between them.
    Keryn crushed the cigarette out in the tray. "Mom called last night," she said, breaking the silence.
    "When?"
    "While we were out," she said. "Did you check your phone? She left a message on mine. She wants to know if everything is going okay. She's concerned."
    He languidly fondled her breast, gently squeezing and massaging it. "She should be, I guess," he said. "This isn't exactly going according to plan, is it?"
    "No," she answered. "But she's probably worried that we're not getting along."
    "Well, that's definitely not the case," he said. "We're definitely getting along." He nuzzled his nose into the waves of reddish-brown hair behind her ear. "Maybe too well."
    "Maybe." She turned her head slightly toward him, appreciating the snuggling closeness of his face against her neck. "Do you know why you..." She trailed off.
    "What?"
    "You know," she said. "Why you started feeling this way. Like you wanted this."
    "Mmm," he mumbled. "Watching you do yoga in the mornings."
    "I knew it," she giggled, half-turning to look at him. "I knew you were watching."
    "And you were putting on a show," he replied. "The thing is, guys usually get hardons in the morning because they need to pee, right? That's morning wood. So I wake up with this massive woody, I open my eyes, and there you are in these super-tight shorts, bending over and showing me your ass. That's a little weird. And you're doing this crazy yoga routine, and my dick is so hard. I ended up jacking off without even meaning too."
    "I knew it."
    "Yeah. And that planted the little seed in my mind, right? And I was telling myself it was just a goofy one-off, just something stupid, but the next morning I wake up early, hoping to see you put on another show. And all I can think about all day and every night is seeing this ass." He pushed his hips forward, grinding against her bum. "It's weird to say," he went on, "but you've got the best-looking ass I've ever seen."
    Keryn smiled. "Thank you. That's sweet of you to say."
    She could feel his dick starting to stiffen against her. He kissed her on the back of the neck, and his hand slid down from her breast, down her side to her hip, and then slowly inward, teasing at her neatly-trimmed pubic hair.
    "You better hang on," she said. "I'm starting to get a little sore."
    "What do you mean?" he asked.
    "We've already had sex, what? Four times since last night? My pussy is getting sore. You've got a pretty big dick."
    "Thank you. That's sweet of you to say," he said, sweetly mimicking her. Then, in his normal voice, he asked, "Is there any alternative?"
    She thought for a moment, wrestling with a decision. It didn't take long for her to make up her mind. She was already in transgressive territory. Nothing seemed like going too far