Free Secret Taboo in the Attic by Cheri Verset

 
    Author's note: All characters depicted
in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. This title depicts sexual
activity involving step relations. No blood relatives engage in sexual activity
together.
     
    Synopsis
    Step-siblings Gareth and Peaches find a
video of their mother doing porn when she was young and it turns them on to the
point of masturbating together. Will they dare go further and actually have sex
with each other? 6,200 words
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    Secret Taboo in the Attic
     
    By Cheri Verset
     
     
    Copyright © 2014 Cheri Verset
     
     
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depicted are models.
     
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    The attic was stifling. It was like that
every summer and I actually enjoyed it because it reminded me that winter was
long gone. It was a good thing I was wearing my candy pink booty shorts and a
baby blue halter top which ended right below my belly button. I would have
preferred to be barefoot, like I always was at home, but sandals were mandatory
up here.
    When I was a kid, I used to come up here
all the time to play. There were boxes of old junk but to me they were
treasures. Having just turned 18, I didn't play here anymore but I still
appreciated the entire family history that was locked away in suitcases and
milk crates.
    I took a moment to survey the area and
tied my long blond hair into a high ponytail. I always did that when it was
this hot. It was also a secret fuck-you to my ex-boyfriend who never liked it
when I wore ponytails. Now I was days away from graduating high school and I
could be my own woman.
    "Now, where is it?"
    This summer was my parent's 15th
anniversary and my stepbrother Gareth and I were organizing a little event. My
biological father was a mystery man and Gareth's mother had died during
childbirth. We were just toddlers when they got married so as far as I was
concerned this was my real dad and Gareth was my real brother.
    My task for the party was to put together
a montage of old home movies. The latest stuff was on DVDs and on the family
computer downstairs but I wanted to sneak in some earlier stuff that was still
on VHS. I had spent hours on the Internet looking for ways to transfer the tape
into digital format and I was convinced I knew how to do it.
    Now it was just a matter of finding the
damn cassettes.
    I took a deep breath and went to work. I
went to the far end and started opening boxes and going through the contents. I
found old Halloween costumes, torn slipcovers, and enough spare dinnerware to
open a chain of restaurants. I stumbled upon a pile of old birthday cards that my
brother and I had made when we were kids and I found it sweet that our parents
had kept them.
    Finally, I found a box of old pictures.
They were the usual snapshots from those prehistoric cameras, pictures of me
and Gareth when we were little kids. There were class portraits, birthday
parties, stuff like that. Deeper in the box there were similar pictures but
this time they were of our parents when they were younger. I decided I
could use them in my video so I put them aside.
    I moved some blankets out of the way and
grinned when I found my brother's old keytar. He was hilarious when he came
into the living room to put on shows with incredibly bad music. Afterwards he
even passed a hat