Chapter 20: All Night Cheryl

Thu Sep 20

It was Barbara's turn to spend the night protecting Anita's (or maybe Reverend Gillis') virtue so John would be at home all night alone with his sister in law, Cheryl. His wife wondered briefly if it would be safe to leave him that close to the girl who obviously tempted him but then she decided that if he hadn't fucked the girl the night she sent him down to teach her a lesson about teasing, then it would be safe tonight. And if he had fucked her that night, then at least it was all in the family. Nobody else would know and he'd sure been giving her lots ever since that night and Cheryl was a much nicer person now...

John could hardly wait for his wife to leave. He definitely planned to sample his sexy sister in law again... and again. He was going to make a night of it. Would Cheryl be willing? Dammit, she said she wasn't willing three weeks ago but once he got into her she was as willing as a woman could be.

The dishes were done and John was sprawled in front of the TV when Barbara left. Cheryl was downstairs in the room that she seemed to have moved into on a permanent basis. When she came to stay with them on Labour Day weekend it was to be just for the weekend. But she hadn't left and he wasn't sure how much she'd discussed her visit with her sister. Barbara hadn't said much other than to comment on how nice Cheryl had become.

As soon as his wife was out the door John went up to their room and riffled around their dresser drawers looking for condoms. They hadn't used any for almost a year as they tried to get pregnant and all he could find was one. Damn! He wanted more than one crack at that sexy teenager and he didn't want to risk knocking her up. But if she'd let him, he'd take the chance. Maybe he wasn't reading the signals right. Maybe his sister in law was going to resist? But hell, she'd resisted before and then came across.

Down in the basement room the target of his lust was doing some hard thinking also. What should she do if John came down? She regretted letting him see her watching them when he was making love to her sister and she regretted flashing her tits at him. If he thought she was an easy lay it was her own fault. Was she an easy lay? The eighteen year old girl didn't want to think so but she spent too much time thinking about sex... and about John giving it to her sister. And even though Barbara had said some not so nice things about her she was still her sister and it would be wrong to let her sister's husband make love to her again.

Cheryl took off all her clothes and went to the little shower cubicle. In the shower she washed herself thoroughly and used the removable, pulsating shower head to good advantage. Three times she brought herself to orgasm with the pulsing, intimately directed hot water.

There, the teenager thought as she dried herself off after her shower. That should satisfy her libidinous inclinations enough that she could fight off her brother in law's advances if and when he tried anything.

While Cheryl had been in the shower, so had John. But he hadn't done anything to dampen his ardour.

John, wearing only his bathrobe arrived downstairs as Cheryl was toweling herself after her shower. When he reached the bottom of the stairs his shapely sister in law was bent over to dry her legs and the whole space between her thighs was exposed and he could see soft fur and the clearly distinguishable features of her sex. He was mesmerized, and could hardly breathe because of the surge of arousal that seeing her had caused. Then, without warning, Cheryl turned around and saw him standing there, staring at her fully exposed body.

He was strangely embarrassed at having been caught like a peeping tom and stammered, "Oh, Cheryl, I'm sorry. I thought you'd be watching Seinfeld."

Cheryl was slow in reacting, and John had ample opportunity to get a complete view of her frontal nudity before she attempted to cover herself with the towel. In those brief seconds, Flett was able to see the lush triangle of fur at the juncture of her thighs and get a good look at her fabulous big, firm breasts.

None of it was exactly new to him. His cock had been buried to the hilt inside her furry fucknest and her big tits had supported his chest while he fucked her but now it was different. The other time he'd had his wife's implied permission to fuck this lovely teenager. Now though they were alone in the house and if he fucked her... if she let him fuck her... it would be illicit incestuous adultery.

The lovely girl just stood there with the towel wrapped ineffectually around her body, unable to totally cover either breasts or pussy. John covered the space between them in two paces and he pulled her close.

The heat of Cheryl's body pressing against him, the warm flow of her breath on his cheek, and the feel of her breasts firm against his chest all combined to work their magic on the horny policeman. His cock slowly erected, prodding against the softness of Cheryl's thighs.

In seconds, it was a full-blown hard-on, throbbing against his sister in law's intimate flesh. Her only reaction was to squirm herself against the hardness, returning his prodding with her own. In the process of moving, Cheryl adjusted her body so that instead of pressing against her thighs, the hard rod nestled in the indention of her sexual center, filling the vee between her thighs. Once it was there, she pressed even harder, pushing her sex against his. Her hands stroked his back under his robe, moving up and down from his shoulders to his buttocks.

"You're lovely, Cheryl," he murmured, excited by her willingness and surprised by the contrast with her reluctance when he'd fucked her the time before.

She murmured "Mmmmm" and squirmed herself harder against his pulsating manhood, driving it deeper into the hollow of her sex.

Cheryl whispered into his ear, "You know this is wrong, don't you? Brothers and sisters aren't supposed to act like this with each other. Even if they're only related by marriage."

"Yeah, I know. But we kind of have permission, don't we?"

Cheryl didn't answer except by her actions. She took hold of John's cock as it jutted out straight and proud, jerking and throbbing in time with the rapid beating of his heart.

Cheryl's arched her broad hips out and spread her legs until cock flesh met cunt flesh and she pressed hers against his, lodging his hard rod in the deep cleft of her sex. He pushed forward, the head of his cock spreading Cheryl's teenage labial lips and driving into the warm wet depths of her multiple folds of flesh. She embraced him tightly and murmured, "Oh, God, John, it's been such a long wait... never knew three weeks could be so long."

They remained locked together in that position, just gently working their hips to and fro, tasting to their fullest the marvelous sensations of illicit sex. John had both hands on her buttocks, one in each palm, and stroked and kneaded them gently, pulling her against his cock, moving the wet heat of her vaginal crease over the full length of his cock. He moved his hands into the deep valley between her ass cheeks and delved downward, insinuating his fingers into the secret, nethermost parts of her body. There they found heat and wetness. The whole area between her legs was coated with the slick feminine secretions from her showerhead masturbation. John exulted in the confirmation that his sexy sister in law was going to spread her legs for him again.

Cheryl's hands were busy, too, moving up and down his back, one hand caressing the back of his neck, the other the clenching and unclenching muscles of his buttocks. "Oh, God! Ummmmnnnn, Oh, Cheryl, Cheryl," he muttered as shivers ran up and down his thighs and across his buttocks.

John's libido raged white hot as Cheryl's touches raised his passion to mountainous heights. The heat of her labia clasped around his throbbing cock, the smoothly meshing friction of wet, slick flesh was taking him to near-orgasm level. He was breathing in near-gasps, almost panting in pleasure. He knew that if they continued at that pace, his cock would soon be spewing a geyser of white sperm. And not into a condom.

Cheryl, too, was scaling Alpine slopes of lust. It had been three weeks since she had experienced the most momentous sexual experience of her young life. Since then there'd been numerous attempts with her fingers and the shower head to climb that mountain again but she'd only scaled a low hill. Now the feel of John's hard cock sliding in short back-and-forth motions over her clitoris and nudging down to the opening of her cavern, was stirring her passion to a new height.

In a moment of sanity she knew that soon they would be caught in the irresistible clutch of orgasm, carried over the crest and plunged into that shimmering, flashing deep well of pleasure. But she couldn't let him... not without protection. Once, maybe, but they'd already used that one risky time.

"John... oohhh God John... do you have a condom?"

By sheer force of will John pulled his hips away from Cheryl and withdrew his cock from the vee of Cheryl's warm flesh. Cheryl murmured "Mmnnnn?" indicating her reluctance to break the pleasurable physical contact.

Before dropping the robe from his shoulders Flett took out the plastic wrapped condom and then, putting his hands on his sister in law's hip and shoulder, John eased her to the bed and gently turned her so that she was on her back.

The eighteen year old girl-woman lay there quietly, eyes shining softly in the dim light, waiting with expectation whatever her older brother in law's next action would be. His touch, the contact of his hard staff of manhood with her labia and clitoris, and the sheer eroticism of their actions had aroused her to a fever pitch of sexual heat. Her sister deserved this. She was the cause. She'd sent him to her three weeks ago when he'd shown her how truly wonderful the sexual experience could be.

John gazed down at Cheryl. Her naked body was sprawled in wanton readiness to be fucked. He fumbled with the condom and after a frustrating moment or two rolled the insulating device over the length of his throbbing tool. The lush triangle of the girl's pubic fur contrasted starkly with the creamy white of her skin and the dark areolas surrounding the nipples showed clearly atop her magnificent breasts. John reached down and stroked the firm globes, rubbing his thumbs across the nipple nubbins at their centers and appreciating the difference between these and his wife's softer, more mature melons.