Chapter 38

Josh sat across from his sister, Chloe, at the dinner table, the aroma of their mother Lisa’s roast chicken wafted through the air, mingling with the unspoken tension. The topic of Chloe’s strained marriage to Freddy had been dancing around the room for weeks, and tonight, it looked like it was going to take center stage. Lisa, ever the mediator, suggested that perhaps they could all find some middle ground to maintain the peace within the family. Unbeknownst to Freddy, the siblings have secretly resumed ‘relations’, as Freddy wasn’t cutting it in the bedroom (Freddy was half of her brother’s ten inches). Josh’s argument is that if he and Chloe are going to start fucking again, then they need to fuck as much as they used to before the wedding. Josh doesn’t think it’s fair that Chloe gets to dictate when and where they fuck.

Josh’s eyes never left Chloe’s as he made his case, his gaze intense and unwavering. Chloe’s cheeks flushed at the audacity of his proposal, yet the memory of their illicit encounters before her marriage to Freddy sent shivers down her spine. She knew their relationship was taboo, but the passion between them had always been undeniable. Lisa, who had been quietly observing the exchange, took a deep breath and leaned forward, placing her hand on Chloe’s arm. “This doesn’t need to be this difficult,” she said calmly. “Your brother and I manage to fuck five times every week, so maybe if you set a fixed weekly schedule like we do?”

Considering the proposal, Chloe felt a swirl of emotions—shock, arousal, and a touch of anger. She couldn’t believe her mother was suggesting such a thing. But the more she thought about it, the more it made a twisted kind of sense. If they were going to continue down this path, maybe having a set schedule would keep things from spiraling out of control. She took a sip of her wine, trying to compose herself. “Okay,” she said with a tremble in her voice, “but we have to keep it a secret from Freddy.”

Lisa nodded, her eyes gleaming with understanding. “Of course, Chloe. I mean, I would never dream of telling your father about Josh and me.” Lisa leaned down from behind, touching her cheek to Chloe’s, “And if a weekly schedule doesn’t work out for you both, then we’ll just figure out something else.”

Josh’s heart raced as he heard Chloe’s tentative agreement, his cock already straining against his pants at the thought of regular access to her luscious curves again. “Alright,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady, “how about we start with ten ... I mean five times a week, like with Mom and me?” Chloe’s eyes searched his, filled with a mix of wonderment and desire. “No way. With my schedule,” she murmured, “the most I can commit to is twice a week, with a chance of bumping that up to three or four, maybe.” Josh felt his mom’s hand on his shoulder, “Fine.” Josh sighed, “Three times a week then.”

A smile started playing on Chloe lips. The idea of a schedule was growing on her. “Ok, we’ll make it for three. Just remember, I need to be discreet. Freddy is so untrusting.”

Josh was eager to get back to the physical connection they’d once shared. He nodded firmly, agreeing to the proposed schedule. “Three times,” Josh sighed. “I guess I can work with that,” he said, his voice low and filled with promise. “You just need to make sure you bring your A game.” Lisa, the puppeteer behind the scenes, gave a knowing smile as she rose from the table. “I’ll leave you two to work out the details,” she said, sauntering out of the room with a sway in her hips that suggested she was more than just okay with the situation. The moment their mother was out of earshot, Josh’s hand reached out to cover Chloe’s, “Let’s fuck first.”

Chloe’s pulse quickened at Josh’s sudden proposal, her breath hitching in her throat. She knew they shouldn’t, but the thought of feeling his big cock inside her pussy was too hard to resist. She took another sip of wine for courage, her eyes never leaving his. “Fine,” she whispered, standing up from the table, “but we can’t be too loud. Timmy is sleeping upstairs.” Josh’s smile grew wolfish as he pushed his chair back, his hand sliding up Chloe’s thigh to graze the fabric of her panties. “Don’t worry,” he murmured, “I can quiet.” Josh added under his breath, “Not sure about you.”

Chloe led him to the living room, where the shadows danced in the dim light from the flickering TV. They kissed, their tongues tangling together as they shed their clothes, the fabric whispering against their heated skin. With an urgency born from two weeks of pent-up desire, Josh and Chloe made their way to the couch, their eyes locked in a silent agreement that the time for talking was over. Chloe’s hands trembled as she unbuckled his belt, her heart pounding in anticipation of feeling his thick, hard length inside her once more. He reciprocated by unbuttoning her blouse, his eyes feasting on the ample breasts that spilled out of her bra. Their kisses grew more passionate, their breaths mingling as they tasted each other’s desperation. He gently lowered her down onto the cushions, his hand sliding under her skirt to find her already soaking wet panties. With a soft groan, he peeled them aside, exposing her glistening pussy. Chloe’s legs parted willingly, inviting him in as she reached down to guide his cock to her entrance. In one fluid motion, he pushed inside her, filling her completely. Their moans of pleasure were muffled against each other’s mouths, a silent symphony of lust echoing through the shadowy room. Their hips rocked in a rhythm as old as time, each thrust bringing them closer to the edge of a taboo ecstasy that only siblings could share. The leather couch squeaked softly with each movement, a secret witness to the forbidden union of flesh. Chloe’s nails dug into the couch cushions as she tried but failed to keep her cries of pleasure to a whisper, her body responding to every stroke with an intensity that made her toes curl. Despite their efforts at discretion, the air grew thick with the scent of sex, a testament to the raw passion that had been unleashed between them.

Josh and Chloe lay tangled in a heap on the couch, their chests heaving with the aftermath of their passionate encounter. Chloe’s eyes remained closed, savoring the feeling of her brother’s weight on top of her, his cock still embedded deep within her folds. They had managed to keep their noises to a minimum, the only sounds being their hushed pants and the muffled thumps of the couch against the floorboards. As the last tremors of pleasure subsided, she felt a warm wetness spread over her stomach, the evidence of their union. The room was silent, save for the distant sound of the TV playing in the background. She knew they had to get up soon, to clean up and return to the façade of normalcy, but she didn’t want to move. She didn’t want to break the spell that had been cast over them. But the world waited, and reality would soon intrude on their stolen moments. With a sigh, she gently nudged him, and he lifted himself off her, his cock slipping out with a wet plop. They both stood, tucking their clothes back into place and sharing a knowing look. The secret of their illicit rendezvous remained safely tucked between them, a secret that would fuel their desire until their next scheduled appointment in the week to come.

Two days after the dinner table discussion, the scent of lust permeated the air behind the closed door of Lisa’s office. Her secretary, a well-trained and trusted gatekeeper of their thrice weekly ritual, had been given the evening off with a knowing wink. Inside, the office furniture creaked in harmony with the grunts and moans of Josh and Lisa’s passionate coupling. Lisa, with her massive breasts bouncing in ecstasy, straddled her desk, her skirt hiked up to her waist. Josh, his ten inches of manhood standing proud, thrust into her from behind, his hands gripping her ample hips, guiding her in a rhythm that echoed through the walls. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as they both approached climax, their eyes locked in the mirror across the room, watching each other’s contorted faces of pleasure. They knew they were playing with fire, but the forbidden nature of their relationship was a potent aphrodisiac that neither could resist. As they reached their peak, the tension between them snapped, and they came together in a silent scream, their bodies shuddering with the intensity of their shared release.

Collapsing onto the desk, Lisa’s chest heaving with deep, satisfied breaths, she couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Josh, equally spent, his chest glistening with sweat. The room was a testament to their passion—disheveled papers and knocked over items scattered about, the air thick with the musky scent of sex. They took a moment to collect themselves, the silence broken only by the sound of their labored breathing. “Mom,” Josh murmured, leaning in to kiss her neck, “that was amazing.” Lisa’s eyes fluttered shut as she felt his lips on her skin, a warmth spreading through her that had nothing to do with their recent exertion. “It always is,” she replied, her hand reaching out to touch his now deflating cock. They shared a knowing smile, their eyes reflecting the contentment that only such a deep, intimate connection could provide. Despite the potential for scandal, they couldn’t deny the fiery chemistry that burned between them, a flame that had been kindled long ago and refused to be extinguished. As they straightened their clothes and made their way home, they couldn’t help but anticipate another fuck session tonight, after Ben goes to sleep. When Lisa said she and Josh had a five-times-a week schedule, she lied. Lisa figured their true ten-times-a week schedule would hamper Josh and Chloe’s negotiation.

The next day, Josh raced home from school, his heart pounding in his chest with excitement. The anticipation of his rendezvous with Chloe had his cock straining against his pants, eager to feel the warm embrace of her pussy again. Entering the house as quietly as he could, he found Chloe in the living room, her eyes shining with lust as she saw him. Timmy, his 12-month-old nephew, was blissfully playing with his toys on the floor, oblivious to the clandestine desires of the adults around him. They had agreed to be as discreet as possible, and the blanket she held was their makeshift shield of secrecy. Chloe had picked out a particularly large and fluffy one, thinking it would help muffle their sounds and hide their entangled limbs. They settled onto the couch, the blanket draped over them, and began to explore each other’s bodies with feverish urgency. Their kisses grew deeper, their hands roaming and caressing, igniting a fire that could not be contained by the fabric. A few times the blanket slipped away from their grasp, but overall it served it’s purpose. Although they did freeze for a moment the first time, eyes wide with fear that Timmy had noticed, but the little boy was too engrossed in his play to look up.

With a silent nod, they continued, their movements now more frantic, the thrill of being so close to getting caught adding a new level of excitement to their forbidden encounter. With the blanket once again in place, Chloe straddled Josh’s lap, her naked body sliding against his. They managed to keep their voices to a whisper, their eyes locked together as if willing the world outside their little cocoon to cease to exist. Chloe reached down and took his cock in her hand, stroking it gently until it was as hard as it had ever been. Then, with a seductive smile, she positioned herself above him, the tip of his manhood brushing against her slick entrance. As she lowered herself down, taking him inch by inch, she couldn’t help the soft gasp that escaped her lips. This was definitely so worth the risk.

They moved in unison, their hips rising and falling in a silent dance of passion. The couch squeaked in protest with each movement, but it was a sweet music to their ears, a secret symphony that sang of their love and desire. Chloe’s breasts bobbed in time with their rhythm, her nipples hard and sensitive as they grazed against his chest. Timmy’s giggles from the floor served as an unexpected backdrop to their clandestine encounter, a strange yet thrilling reminder of the life they shared outside these stolen moments. The tension grew, their bodies tightening like a coil about to spring. And as they reached their peak, their movements grew erratic, the couch groaning in protest, but they didn’t care. Their shared climax was a silent scream, a release of all the pent-up need that had been building since the last time they had been together. They collapsed into each other’s arms, breathless and trembling, their hearts racing as if they had just survived a near-death experience. For a moment, they lay there, listening to the innocent sounds of Timmy’s playtime, their own reality a stark contrast to the mundane scene playing out before them. But the moment was fleeting, and soon they were all too aware of the ticking clock and the need to return to the façade of their everyday lives. With one final kiss, they disentangled themselves, their secret still safely nestled between them, waiting for the next time they could indulge in the sweet taboo of their love.