6 comments/ 95823 views/ 19 favorites Sweet Cherie Ch. 01 By: bluefox07 EDITED BY: Miriam Belle CREATIVE CONSULTANT: Simply_Cyn Author's Note: "When this story first posted, a lot people wondered if it was based on any truth... well, I do have an attractive cousin and I'd be lying if I said I never wondered what could have been... and both the kids mentioned here are 18, just turned 18 or over 18..." *** The hardest thing in life sometimes is staying away from the things you can't have, or rather, the things you shouldn't have. For Jack Sear, this was a debate he had waged since he had been nineteen years old. He still remembered the day everything had started for him, the day he had first noticed Cherie. She was only a year younger than him, and they had gotten along so well growing up that the only word that could accurately describe them was "inseparable." Jack had been something of a rock for her, a steady hand to balance out the turmoil of her home life. Her parents always fought, and Cherie seemed to be in the middle of every argument. Cherie, in turn, had been a companion always accepting of Jack and true when others weren't. They had always been friends, but it was this one day that changed all that forever. So whenever the family get-togethers happened, always in the last week of July when it was hot enough to fry eggs on his Uncle Albert's head, they would usually go off and talk while the other kids played tag. They had enjoyed playing together, engaging in the usual trappings of youthful sports whenever they could, but there was a certain elusive quality to their conversations, a special meaning that went beyond what either of them could really verbalize as they grew up. The maturity of their relationship, the respect and affection they shared for each other was far beyond their level of understanding. To most adults, it was a common occurrence in most healthy intimate relationships. While neither one of them could explain what they felt to anyone else, on the concept of they were perfectly clear. Their close relationship worried his mother sometimes, her fears about propriety and virginity perhaps well founded in this modern age. And until that hot, humid day in July, when Michael had turned nineteen only a week prior, she'd had nothing to worry about. Sure, they spent a lot of time together, and sure they just sat and talked a lot, but they were far too young to know anything else but friendship and the boundaries of their family. After all, they were only children and more importantly, they were cousins. If no other comfort could be found, the safety of family ties eased any fears she might have had about Jack and Cherie. The sun beat down mercilessly and cast a fiery illumination over the green foliage and grass that framed and floored the large city park. The late afternoon shadows had started creeping their way across the landscape as the barbeque grills sizzled and smoked. Jack loved walking by the grills when his grandfather was cooking. Only grandpa could flame the meat to perfection, and the smell was enough to entice every living thing in town to come out and take notice. It seemed everyone had showed up that day, and while he was happy to see everyone, he was really truly only interested in seeing Cherie. They had immediately partnered up for the traditional game of Jungle Warfare, a ritual amongst the kids of the Sear families. Armed with two fully loaded and wicked looking water guns, they waited in the bushes on the outskirts of the park. "Did you paint these?" Cherie asked, admiring the sleek black water gun. "Yeah," Jack grinned proudly, "The bright colors make it too easy for the others to spot us. And, I like to feel like I actually have a gun." "Sweet," she smiled. Jack couldn't help but look at her as they waited for the first unsuspecting dope to come looking for them. He couldn't help but her look her over, her athletic frame enticing his eyes so innocently and yet so undeniably. Her denim shorts hugged her petite frame, and Jack felt familiar warmth in his stomach. It was a wild, rebellious horniness that had stayed with him from the onset of puberty until now in his 18th year. She looked at Jack, catching him gawking at her. "See anything you like?" she asked sarcastically. "No," Jack stammered, almost losing the grip on his gun, "I just, uh, realized that maybe we're getting too old for water gun fights." She cocked her head quizzically. "Right." "Really," he said. "I'm eighteen, Jack," she said, her eyes moving back to the bushes, "I know I have a set of tits and an ass. Don't be embarrassed." "I'm not embarrassed," he smiled uneasily as his cock began to swell. He felt a strong shudder of guilt as he realized this stiffy was coming on because of his own cousin. "Liar," she said, "You were picturing me naked." Jack's jaw dropped. He had never heard her talk like this before, and as much as it shocked him, it was also arousing him. "What?" "Bare ass naked?" she offered. "Bare ass?" he repeated, shifting his weight as he tried to allow room for his now impossibly hard cock. "You okay, Jack?" He shrugged, still in shock. "Yeah..." "Is this embarrassing you?" "No," he lied, still both oddly fascinated and shocked, "I just never talked with a relative this way." "Shit, Jack," she laughed and put a hand on his thigh, "It's not like we're having sex or anything." The word sex rung out in his virgin ears like a fire alarm as he tried to compose himself long enough to keep from passing out. He wondered if she was just shooting the breeze with him, the subject just happening to sex, or if it was something more. The way she had talk about them not having sex had been laced with a hidden meaning, he was sure of it. As he considered this, he must have let his eyes wander off, because Cherie slapped him on the shoulder. "Hey, you awake?" "Yeah," he chuckled nervously. Cherie looked at him for a moment, and then smiled a little. She sat her water gun down and leaned against the tree, sitting on her haunches. She was quiet for a moment as the wind wafted by, carrying the smell of almost ready steaks and burgers from the picnic area. She then said, "Jack, have you ever seen a girl's tits before?" "Excuse me?" "Tits? You ever seen them before?" "Yes," he said incredulously. "Outside of your Dad's Playboys." "No," he replied incredulously. 18 years old and still a virgin. He wanted to die. Without any warning, Cherie pulled the straps down over her shoulders and slid her suit down. Jack sat there, dumbfounded as he looked at his cousin's breasts, generously large, milky and smooth. Her nipples were a light pink, the areolas a warm, silky bloom perfectly centered on each breast. "Okay," Jack managed, his head feeling dizzy. She frowned a little, and then took his trembling hand and placed it on her right breast. Jack couldn't look at her, his face on fire from the blood racing through his veins. It felt so soft, so perfectly smooth. Jack felt his erection ready to rip through his pants as he felt her up. "What do you think?" she asked with a smile so suggestive it could have made his brain boil. "I think I-" he stopped in mid-sentence as he felt a familiar and all too powerful sensation building up in his groin. His heart froze as he realized what was about to happen, and jerked his hand back. He grasped the tree, dizzy even before the orgasm came to fruition. Cherie leaned back, her face concerned as she pulled her bathing suit back up. The cum exploded out of his dick and filled his underwear. "Oh shit," he groaned, looking down at his crotch. "Ah fuck." Cherie regarded him with an amused half-smile. "Wow, you okay?" "Uh-huh," he managed as the orgasm subsided. He felt the hot, sticky semen dripping and running everywhere in his briefs. "Did you just-" "Shut up," he looked at her, "Not a word." "Oh my God you did," she covered her mouth with her hands. "Shit, this is so fucking embarrassing." "No no," she said apologetically, "It's my fault. I'm sorry." "What the fuck am I going to do?" Cherie's looked around for a minute, checking to see if anyone was coming. In the bushes to her left, she heard voices and knew they would be found soon. "I got it," she said. "What?" "Make a run for the pond and jump in," she suggested as she picked up her water gun, "Then you can let things, uh, wash away. Get what I'm saying?" Jack heard twigs snapping under several approaching feet, his heart beating so loud it almost drowned the world out.. A wet spot and started to form on his crotch. "I got no choice." "Okay, let's book," she said, helping him up. "It's a secret, okay?" he said firmly as he grabbed her arm, more pleading than anything else. Cherie nodded solemnly. "A secret." "You're not weirded out, right?" "Hey Cuz," smiled broadly, doing her best hillbilly imitation, "We keeps it all the family." "Shit," he laughed and then on her word, bolted through the woods and once he made it to the pond, took a head first dive into the water. The plan worked, and no one was the wiser when he showed up with wet clothes. Cherie lied and said he had fallen in when he slipped on a rock during the water gun fight. The rest of the afternoon, neither of them said a word about what had happened. During the dinner, they exchanged a few knowing looks to each other, and Jack was left contemplating the complex nature of his relationship with his cousin. *** When Cherie and her family moved that fall, Jack was heartbroken. They tried to stay in touch, but after awhile things just faded away. The summer get-togethers became a memory as people went their own ways, living their lives and moving on. Jack finished high school, destined for college that next year. In the year that followed the incident, he had lost his virginity and became quite an item with the girls. Still, he remembered that day in the woods, and the first time he had ever felt a breast. Despite the girls he had dated in his senior year, and then the flings he had that following summer and into his freshman year at college, nothing ever was really as exciting as that one touch. It became his deep dark passion, Cherie being the object of masturbation sessions and countless erotic fantasies. He tried to picture her as she would look now, at the age of twenty. He often wondered if he was a freak, a pervert for wanting his own cousin as badly as he did. But he couldn't help it, and he let himself be engaged by this clearly taboo and forbidden lusting. When he received a card in the mail just a day after his twenty-first birthday and found a picture of Cherie inside, he almost fell over. Jack memorized every line of her perfect face, her slightly lopsided smile and bronze hair. It seemed her breasts had gone to accomplish amazing things in life, as the stretched fabric of the blouse she wore in the picture seemed to indicate. He read the short message inside, which said: "Happy Birthday Jack, Been a long time, and miss you much. Will be in town visiting your mom and dad next weekend. Please see me. Need to talk to you, Cuz. By the way, been jumping in any ponds lately? –Love, Cherie." The fact that she even remembered what had happened back then made him almost giddy, and he knew he had to go home for that weekend. Fortunately, it was only an hour drive to get home from the campus, and his foot was made of pure lead. He called his folks and let them know he would be coming that weekend, and ditched his date. He couldn't even remember the girl's name as he focused on seeing Cherie again. Part of his brain kept yelling at him, berating him for even considering what he hoped to initiate with Cherie. It was wrong, and he knew it. If he needed to get his rocks off, he knew there were plenty of women around for that, and more often than not he had used them as a way of relieving the sexual frustration incurred from fantasies of his cousin. They never knew it, and if they had known he was imagining his cousin naked and writhing underneath him he was sure he wouldn't have had as much as sex as he did. Jack knew if was ever going to be free of his undying curiosity about her, then he would have to do something about it. Around eight on that Saturday night, he showed up at his parent's house. Cherie answered the door. "Hey Jack," she smiled warmly, giving him a hug as her large breasts pressed against him. Jack relished every moment, and kept his embrace around her for as long as he could. "Hey Cuz," he replied, inhaling her perfume and feeling dizzy from euphoria, "You look fantastic!" "Your mom and dad are still in the city buying groceries," she said, breaking the hug. He noticed that her nipples were erect making two perfect points on the two perfect curves of her bust. "Well that's good," Jack said, his cock feeling suddenly too big for his pants. "My God you've grown...You working out?" "Only when I have to," he said, "Just for appearances." "I'm glad you made it back to see me," she smiled, "But I thought maybe you wouldn't come." "Why would I miss this? We haven't seen each other in forever." "About two years... I just figured you might a have a hot date tonight." "I did, but I canceled." "Bullshit." "Seriously. I can always make time for you." "Sure," she nodded, but the look in her eye suggested something else. "You doubt me?" "No," she smiled as she sat down on the couch, "I just don't think that good looking men like you spend their evenings hanging out at home with their cousins unless they have a good reason." Jack sat beside her, grabbing the remote and turning on the T.V. "I have a real good reason for being here." Cherie turned a little, her back against the arm of the couch. "And that would be?" "Something..." "You shit head, come on. Fess up," she slapped him on the shoulder, and then let her hand rest there for a little bit. Her touch was electrifying as Jack pretended to be channel surfing, his cock secretly beginning to stand to attention. "You could always guess." "I hate guessing." "Who doesn't?" "Then why do it?" "Because it's fun to see you writhe underneath," he paused for a moment, unsure of how bold to be as he tried to read her expression, "the promise of something juicy." Cherie looked at him for a moment, her lips curling into one of her trademark half-smiles. Her left brow rose up and she said, "Well, it's fun to writhe in a lot of different ways, now isn't it?" "Always," he said, his mouth feeling dry as the memory of feeling her breast that hot, July day came back, "Oh look, the football game." Cherie sat there for a moment, and then said, "Are you a betting man, Jack?" Jack gave her sideways glance, "Yeah, I'd say so." "Okay then," she said, and took a deep breath, "You play for keeps?" "Depends on the bet." "Smart man," she smiled and moved closer to him, her legs now touching his. "Don't let that fool you." "Okay," she said, looking at him intently. Jack could only stare back, lost in her eyes. "Here's what we'll do. The Packers are my team, so you're stuck with Dallas." "Nice," Jack groaned. "For every touchdown Dallas makes, I lose an article of clothing." Jack's jaw fell open, and he dropped the remote. "Seriously?" "Seriously," she smiled. "And for every touchdown Green Bay makes, you lose something. Got it?" "You do know we're related, right?" Cherie shrugged a little. "Yeah, and your point?" Jack felt a furious blush in his cheeks. "No point..." "Do you remember that day in the woods?" "How could I forget?" "You didn't seem to mind so much then." "And I don't mind now, Cherie," Jack said, committing to the act of incest wholeheartedly. "Okay, what's the bet?" "The bet is this," she smiled confidentially, "I'll bet you that we can get naked, completely naked on the touchdowns before your parents get home. Whoever gets naked first has to perform oral sex on the other." He paused for a moment. "Okay." "And then when we finally get naked and the loser pays up, no matter what, I'm going to fuck the hell out of you," she said casually. Jack tried to hide his excitement, but failed miserably. "Okay!" "Down boy," she said confidently, "The game has just begun." Although Jack was a Green Bay man himself, he was rooting for Dallas with all his heart as he watched the game. He figured betrayal of one's home team in the interest of sex with a goddess would be forgiven in the Halls of the Game. Dallas scored the first touchdown, and Jack could only look smugly at Cherie as the Dallas fans went crazy on the television screen. As the cheerleaders bounced and celebrated, Cherie shrugged and hauled off her blue top. Jack watched in utter amazement as she bunched the fabric of her shirt up in her hands, lifted her arms up over her head and revealed her bra. It was lacy and transparent, giving him a tantalizing view of her nipples and a generous look at her cleavage. Jack smiled weakly, his cock a slab of granite in his trousers as he gawked at her. "You okay?" she asked innocently. "Never been better," he managed, trying to return his eyes to the screen. Sitting next to him on the couch was a beautiful girl with huge tits; the most round perfect breasts he had ever seen, lounging in her bra. Jack suddenly found himself realizing that maybe she had planned this a long time ago, that maybe she had been interested all along, and maybe if he had only been this bold earlier, they could have been together already. But on the other hand, she was so worth the wait. "Ha!" she laughed and clapped her hands, her breasts jiggling ever so slightly in her bra as she turned and pointed at him. "Lose the pants, stud." "Wait a minute," Jack laughed, "We get to choose which clothes come off first?" "Yeah, didn't you know?" she smiled broadly at him. "No," he rolled his eyes mockingly as he stood up and unzipped his jeans. He was aware of the massive erection contained just behind the zipper, and he told himself that if she were really planning on a night of sex with him, then this would be the test. Jack pulled his jeans down and kicked off his shoes. Cherie looked at his bulge, her eyes a little wide and a cocky smile on her face. His cock strained against the blue briefs he wore, every vein and valley in his shaft, the thick round curve of his head and the length of his shaft showing through the flimsy fabric. "Nice, Jack," she nodded approvingly, her eyes devouring him. Football was the last thing on their minds as they waited for the next touchdown. The anticipation was almost unbearable as they plodded through commercial breaks and the commentary of the men in the booth. "Go Packers!" she yelled as Green Bay scored another. Jack lost his socks, and thanked God they missed the field goal. He wasn't quite ready yet to show himself to her. What if he was too small for her? The thought of sex with her being shot down by a small penis was a terrible one. He was seven and a half inches long, but what if she had gotten used to guys with eights and nines? She was so beautiful and sexy; she had to have had other men before her... Dallas scored and Cherie lost her pants. Jack watched like a hawk as she wriggled out of the skintight jeans, her ass so perfect that he thought maybe scientists could use it to calibrate their instruments. To Jack's amazement, he realized that she wasn't wearing panties. She stood in front of him for a minute, her clean-shaven pussy glistening in the low light from the end table lamps. She looked at him knowingly and said, "I don't know if I can wait, Jack...." "I know what you mean," he tried to breath, and found his heart had jumped into his throat, beating like some primitive caveman's drum. "Here," she offered her hand to him and stood him up. Cherie slowly unbuttoned his shirt as he pulled her bra straps down. She unhooked it and let her breasts hang free. History almost repeated itself as Jack nearly blew his load right there as he marveled at them. Her nipples were like rocks, pointing at him from the soft, pink flesh of her areolas. They were so much bigger than they had been a few years ago, and yet their beauty had remained the same. Sweet Cherie Ch. 01 Cherie pushed his shirt off his shoulders, revealing his sculpted body. She ran her fingers over his pecs, his nipples and his stomach. "We haven't finished the bet..." he said. "I think all bets are off," she said softly and kissed him. Their heads were swimming as their tongues slid together and rubbed, rolling together in their mouths. "You don't know how long I have wanted this," Jack whispered as he ran his hands over her back, down over her ass, feeling her silky skin. "Probably about as long as I have," Cherie breathed into his ear, sending a chill down his spine so delicious he shivered. They kissed and felt each other for a while as Cherie grinded her pussy against Jack's still hidden cock. Jack could feel pre-cum oozing from the head as she soaked the front of his briefs with her juices. He buried his face into her neck and suckled as he massaged her breasts, letting his hands explore the curves he had so long lusted for. Her nipples rolled in his hand, hard and perfect between his fingers. As he teased her, she moaned a little, lightly scratching her fingernails across his back. Finally, Cherie stood back and put her fingertips in the waistband of his briefs. "You want me to stop?" she asked. "Are you insane?" Cherie smiled a beautiful smile, a mix of affection, anticipation and maybe something else Jack couldn't quite put his finger on. She pulled his underwear down, and his cock sprang free. The sensation of it being in the open so suddenly made him gasp a little as she slid the briefs down past his ankles and then off. She took his thick shaft in her hand and squeezed ever so slightly, getting a feel for his rigid organ. It felt hot and impossibly hard, a steady throb pulsating through its length. "You have a nice cock, Jack," she said, her eyes locked with his. "Thank you," he said stupidly as she let her fingers trace the roundness of his bulbous head. Her fingernails ran through the pre-cum, leaving a small snail trail across the hot flesh. "You're welcome," she smiled sweetly. "You," Jack said, looking at her body, "Are amazing. I've never forgotten hat day in the woods, Cherie. It's all I think about." "How long have you felt like that?" "For a long time now, Cherie. A long time." "You're sure you want to do this?" Jack thought carefully for a minute, and decided to be honest. "I doesn't matter to me that you're my cousin. I just don't want you to regret doing-" Cherie put a finger to his lips and whispered, "I won't." As she massaged his balls and worked his long, thick shaft they kissed again. Their lips sealed together with a wet need as their bodies became damp and shiny with a thin residue of sweat. Jack led her to the kitchen counter and leaned her against it as he suckled on her breasts, one cupped in each hand. He tweaked her nipples with his tongue and teeth, leaving hot, wet French kisses on her side swells as he went. He looked up and saw her smiling, her eyes looking down at him with a lusty amusement. He slid his fingers into her wet pussy, and she gasped as he pushed three of them in slowly, all the way to his knuckles. Her hands tightened their grip on his shoulders as he licked her breasts and fingered her. Cherie tilted her head back, her mouth parted in pure pleasure as Jack worked his expert fingers and tongue on her erogenous zones. Jack grabbed her by the ass, kneading the flesh as he began gently thrusting his fingers deeper and deeper. "Yes Jack," she whispered, her hands running through his hair, "Yes, just like that." Jack paused from his nibbling for a moment and asked, "Would you like me to go down on you?" She nodded enthusiastically and Jack sat her on the counter, leaning her back and spreading her creamy thighs apart. He rested her legs on his shoulders and began licking her outer lips. He dragged his tongue slowly over her mound at first, and then began rubbing his tongue over her clit. Back and forth and side to side as she squirmed and moaned. His teeth would occasionally brush the sensitive button as her hips bucked. He swirled his tongue around her clit, pleasuring her until at last she came. Her juices tasted so good as a sweet, musty fragrance met his nostrils. Finally, she let out a husky moan as her body jumped and she came hard. She spent a few minutes whimpering and breathing so heavy Jack thought she might pass out. "Your turn," she smiled and hopped off the counter top. Jack watched her breasts bounce as she landed. She led him into the front room again and sat him down. She knelt on the floor and grabbed his rod, stroking it at first and then taking him into her mouth. Jack groaned as her hot mouth encircled him, her lips smooth and unbelievably adept on his thickness. She sucked on him, her mouth lubing him as her head bobbed up and down on him. Jack laid back and put his hands and arms over his head as she worked him over with her mouth. Her tongue swirled over his tingling head like it was a lollipop, causing him to have to fight back the impending orgasm. Cherie's mouth popped and sucked on his dick as Jack began moaning loudly now. "You're going to make me cum," he stuttered. Cherie sucked harder, increasing her speed and grabbing the base of his cock in one hand, his balls in the other. She massaged them, as though she were milking him for his cum. She worked harder and harder, feeling his shaft starting to go stiff like a piece of reinforced steel against her tongue. "I mean it," Jack managed as he felt the semen shooting into his shaft, his body going tense, and every muscle pulled taut. "I'm going to cum!" Cherie pulled her mouth off just as he exploded all over her neck and breasts. Jack growled and dug his hands into the couch as he spurted hot, sticky cum all over her. It felt as though it would never end as he shot gob after gob. Finally, his cock began to ebb, and if it could have, he felt certain it would have let out a tired sigh. Cherie licked the last bit of cum dripping from his head off with her tongue. She swallowed his semen and actually was surprised to find that he had salty sweet taste to him. "I can live with that," she smiled, the sensation of his hot cum trickling down over her tits making her shiver. "I want to fuck you," he whispered. "But you just came," she kissed him, the cum causing their bodies to slide together wetly as they embraced and lay back on the couch. Then she felt him hard against her thigh. "I'm back," he smiled. "No kidding," she grasped his cock, and turned around so that she was sitting on him with her back to his face. She slid his cock inside, and he filled her up completely. He was almost too big for her as they began fucking. Jack massaged her breasts as she rode him, her ass slapping against him. Cherie braced her self; her only thought the hardness inside her pussy and how good every bump and vein felt as it rubbed against her inner walls. Cherie moaned Jack's name as they both moved a hand to rub her clitoris, to stimulate her to another orgasm. Jack closed his eyes and enjoyed every moment as he fucked her, his cum a sticky aphrodisiac slicked across her milky breasts. He was a ways off from cumming yet, and he knew that when it did happen he would have to pull out. But for the moment, he didn't worry. She felt so good and tight around him, so hot and perfectly made to fit him. Cherie was everything he had imagined and more. If he had only known that he was everything that Cherie had wanted, maybe this would have been their hundredth time together instead of the first. He relished this fulfillment of his fantasy as they fucked, savoring each moment and sensation. They both were washed away by the intensity of their sex, so engrossed in the flood of erotic euphoria that they never saw the lights of Jack's parents' car flash in the living room window as they pulled into the driveway. Jack heard the click of the door knob turning and stopped suddenly. His heart froze in fear as he and Cherie realized that they were about to get caught. Mustering all his strength, he grabbed Cherie and they scrambled for the basement door at the end of the kitchen. As they hurried down the stairs, he heard his parents walk in. The sounds of the football game going to into overtime filtered through the floorboards as they walked over head. "Shit," Jack hissed, holding her to him, "We are so fucked." "Our clothes," Cherie whispered as they remembered that they had left their clothing upstairs, out in the open where his parents could find them. Jack's blood was like ice as he frantically tried to think of something. He glanced at the cellar window, and then smiled. "I have an idea," he said. ...to be continued... Sweet Cherie Ch. 02 EDITED BY: Miriam Belle CREATIVE CONSULTANT: Simply_Cyn Author's Note: "It really helps to read the first "Sweet Cherie" story prior to this one..." *** Jack grabbed the stepladder from the side of the furnace and hurried over to the small two-foot by four-foot window. He carefully stood on top of it, his naked body beginning to shiver a little in the cool darkness of the basement. Behind him, Cherie watched thoughtfully, admiring his ass with a devilish smile. She folded her arms across her full, exposed breasts and leaned against the cold concrete of the foundation. She could see Jack's sizable cock hanging limply between his thighs, swaying back and forth as he moved. His balls were heavy, unaffected by the nippy temperature. Despite how close they were to being caught in the act of incest, she couldn't help but think about how much she loved fucking him. "Fucking window is jammed," Jack muttered as he tried to slide the window up. "That figures," Cherie rolled her eyes, a small plume of dust falling on her as Jack's parents walked about the kitchen right above them. She could hear their muted voices, and wondered if they had found the clothes she and Jack had so foolishly discarded in the build up to having sex. "If I can get this open," Jack grunted as he worked the stubborn window, "We can create a distraction and get them out into the back yard." "And then?" "We sneak in the front, grab our clothes and hope to fuck no one sees us run up stairs to my old bedroom." "Sounds like a genuine Laverne and Shirley plan," Cherie commented playfully as she walked over to him. "I'd like to think of it as a Balki and Larry solution," he smiled. "Hey Jack," Cherie said softly, her hand on his calf. He looked down to her, and was again taken in by her gorgeous features. In the shaft of light from the driveway lamp, he could see her large green eyes, the dark thick hair that spilled around her shoulders and her massive breasts that hung from her torso like perfect globes. He smiled, "Yeah?" "Tonight really meant something to me," she squeezed his leg, and then added, "Not that I want to pick out curtains or anything..." Jack laughed. "It meant something to me too." Cherie smiled, about to say something else when a loud bang startled them. Someone upstairs had dropped something big on the floor as more dust fell down from the ceiling. They strained to listen and heard laughter, the instantly recognizable baritone guffaw of his father clearly ringing throughout the house. But, the thing that triggered Jack's curiosity was that the laugh that should have been his mother's sounded different. He stepped down from the stepladder and began cautiously walking towards the staircase. "What are you doing?" Cherie asked as she grabbed his bicep. "Wait..." he said, putting a finger to his lips. He frowned as he listened to the muffled conversation, and after a few minutes of listening he realized his mother was not up there. "You said both mom and dad ran out to the store right?" "Yeah," Cherie nodded, "They said they'd be back later on." Jack's mouth dropped open. "Wait, this is mom's bridge night with the girls from work! Dad always drops her off, and they usually play until midnight. That's when dad goes and picks her up." "Then who is up there?" "I don't know," Jack shook his head, looking upward. "That asshole," Cherie whispered, "He's cheating on his wife." Jack shook his head in the dim light. "Now we don't know that for sure yet." "There's one way to find out," Cherie smiled. Jack's father and his guest left the kitchen and went into the living room, their footsteps thudding above their heads. Cherie led Jack up the stairs quietly, their bare feet making no noise as they went. Huddling together, the cracked the door open and saw the kitchen lights were off now, but the living room was brightly illuminated. Jack's father, Mike, was sitting on the couch, looking at the clothes they had left behind. His dark features furrowed in confusion. "That's weird..." Mike said as he looked Cherie's pants, "I wonder what happened?" "Don't worry about it," a husky feminine voice said from just out of view. Jack strained to look as Cherie pressed her back against him. He was keenly aware of his seven and a half inch cock wedged between her ass cheeks as her bronze hair tickled his nose a little. They were leaning on the carpeted steps, propped up on their elbows as they watched his father through the crack of the door. Jack put his free hand on her shoulder, and Cherie smiled. "Who is that in there?" she whispered, "I know that voice..." "I have no idea," Jack replied. And then, the mystery woman came into view. Jack's jaw dropped again and Cherie froze in place, her eyes wide. Cherie's mother, Ellen, was slowly taking off her blouse in front of Mike. She undid each button slowly, teasing him as he sat on the couch watching intently like a kid seeing his first porno. A small squeak escaped Cherie's throat as her mother took off her shirt, revealing her barely contained breasts in a red lacy bra. Jack figured that they had to be 36 E's at least as she tossed the silky blouse to his father. "Oh... my... God..." Jack managed, not knowing whether to laugh at the irony or cry. "That's my mom," Cherie said futilely, her hand poking Jack as though performing a reality check, "That's my fucking mom." "This is some twisted shit here," Jack closed his eyes as he shook his head. "And like us two cousins fucking each other isn't?" she half laughed. "Point taken," he shrugged. "What do we do?" "I don't know," Jack chuckled. He had known for a long time that his mother and father were not happy, and often he and his friends had laughed about it throughout high school. What could you do but laugh when your parents couldn't stand each other? The only other option was depression. "I don't think we're getting our clothes back right now," Cherie said. They looked again and saw Mike unzipping his slacks and shoving them down as whipped out his eight-inch long cock. It was hard and thick as he slowly started stroking it. Ellen was pulling the straps of her bra down, doing an improv strip tease. She shook her breasts as she slipped the bra off. They were humongous, almost unnaturally large as she let them hang free. "God I want you so fucking bad," Mike said to her. "Now I see where you get your girth from," Cherie said slyly, grinding her ass against Jack. "Now I see where you get your tits," Jack replied playfully as he reached around and squeezed her right breast. From the living room, she heard her mother say, "I want you to fuck me, Mike. Fuck me, baby." "Oh my God," Cherie whispered in disbelief, "My mom just said 'fuck'." Mike was now stroking himself hard, his hand beating up and down on his shaft as Ellen dropped her skirt and revealed she was not wearing any panties. She stood before him, rubbing her tits and moaning softly, fingering herself as Mike worked himself into a frenzy. Jack felt a hot blush of embarrassment as he watched them. The almost cross-eyed look on his fathers face made him wonder how he had ever been conceived, and he had to suppress a laugh. "I am so glad you don't make that face before you cum," Cherie remarked dryly. "Paging Dr. Freud," Jack chuckled. His father moaned, warning Ellen he was ready to blow his load. She knelt before him and actually placed her gigantic breasts on his legs and around his cock at the same time. "Cum on me, baby!" she begged, "Cum on me..." An eruption of semen shot into the air and splattered Cheri's mother in the face, neck and all over her tits. They moaned and caressed each other as he orgasmed, his hands tight around his cock. "I am going to need so much therapy," Jack sighed. "He's cheating on your mom," Cherie said again, "And my mom is cheating on my dad... is there some irony here?" "This is a fucking Jerry Springer show in the making," Jack said. In the living room, Mike was laying Ellen down on the couch and spreading her legs wide. Jack was horrified to see his father use his t-shirt to wipe off the cum from his dick and from her breasts. "That son of a bitch," Jack glared. "Classy," Cherie giggled, and turned to see Jack was not amused, "Sorry..." "He just cleaned up his schmeckle with my favorite shirt!" Cherie was shaking now as she held in her laughter, tears squirting from her eyes. Jack began poking her sides, tickling her. She gasped a little as she fought him off, both of them starting to be way too loud. Thankfully, their playfulness was overlooked as Mike went down on Ellen. Jack remembered his childhood, and the times his Aunt Ellen had called the kids in for dinner with a voice that could be heard from ocean to ocean. This apparently held true in every aspect of her life as she began moaning loudly from her brother's tongue. Jack looked and saw his father had stripped naked and had buried his face in her cunt, her legs resting on his broad shoulders as he ate her out. Cherie turned to look at him again, and smiled. "You getting any ideas?" Jack met her gaze and realized he was fully erect again, his thick cock pressing against her ass. He tilted his head down and kissed her softly, his hand still on her breast. He grinded his cock against her, and she returned the favor by rubbing her ass against him. From the living room, Ellen's shouts grew louder and louder as Jack and Cherie kissed, feeling each other up and getting hornier by the second. "Down the stairs," Cherie whispered. Jack only nodded as they stood up and crept back down the stairs. As they went, they heard Ellen shout, "Yes, eat my juicy cunt, Mike!" "I thought they only said that kind of stuff in porno's?" Jack remarked, trying not to laugh. "It does sound contrived, doesn't it?" Cherie smiled as she laced her fingers around the back of his neck, her tits pressing against his toned torso. "Yeah," Jack agreed, and then said, "But I think it's all in how you say it." "Oh?" Cherie raised a brow as Jack cupped her ass, his cock hard against her soft skin. "Yeah." She looked at him, here eyes glinting in the shaft of orange sodium light from the cellar window and whispered, "Eat my juicy cunt, Jack... Jack felt his stomach quiver in delight, his sense sparking from her sexy voice. "Nice," he breathed, "That felt believable..." "Eat my juicy cunt, Jack..." she whispered again, her tongue running over her teeth as she put a little staccato on the "K" in his name. Jack pressed her against the wall, and knelt down before her. Cherie rested her thigh on his shoulder and he gripped her hips as he began licking her cunt, flicking his tongue in and out of her. Cherie moaned under her breath as he swirled his tongue in and over her sex, lapping at her and moaning into her pussy. Upstairs in the living room, Ellen was now screaming as Mike ate her out. Downstairs, Cherie was gasping for air, trying to keep quiet as Jack worked his magic on her. Cherie flipped her head back, her hands cupping her heavy breasts and pinching her nipples. She pulled at them and rubbed them hard as she felt her climax building up. Her breathing was short and fast as she shuddered from Jack's tongue. She could feel the muscles in his shoulder working under her soft thigh, strong and powerful. His hands were firm on her body as he gripped her, almost restraining her from moving. She was surprised to be so turned on by the idea of being restrained during sex. Jack lapped at her, dove his tongue into her slit repeatedly and finally began flicking her clit. He swirled his tongue around her hard button, gently nibbling on it as he pushed her further to the brink. Cherie was now thrusting with her hips against his tongue, her thighs quivering as her quiet moans became more pronounced. She kept chanting over and over the simple phrase, "Oh yes... oh yes... oh yes..." as Jack ate her out. Finally, her hips bucked wildly and she tightened her legs, squeezing his head as she came. She let out a muted scream that escaped her throat like a lusty wheeze. Her mouth was open wide as she gasped for air, desperate not to make too much noise. "Oh fuck yes," she huffed, her voice high, "Oh fuck yes, Jack." From above, they heard Ellen finally reach her orgasm with a window shaking "YESSSSSS!!!!!!" Cherie pulled Jack up and kissed him. "You got me there faster than he did her," she smiled against his lips. Jack smiled, "Well, they're old." Cherie laughed and kissed him again. They embraced each other, as though they couldn't get close enough. Above them, they heard the sofa springs beginning to squeak rhythmically. Cherie looked up and laughed, "You know what that is..." "Yep," he shook his head, "Dad'll be spent in about five minutes, if history is any indication." Cherie smiled and lowered to her knees, grasping his cock in her hand. Jack looked down and saw only her face and his torso illuminated by the sodium light from the driveway. Cherie's beautiful countenance seemed to float in the darkness, tinted a hot orange color as she took his cock in her mouth. She sucked on his bulbous head for a few minutes, her full lips forming a sweet suction as they sealed around him. He felt her massaging his balls as she sucked and flicked his head with her tongue. Jack arched back a little, his cock tingling as she sucked him. Jack felt his nipples go rock hard as she began to suck back and forth on his shaft, her teeth dragging a little sometimes. He winced, but figured it was good thing. A little pain meant he wouldn't cum too quickly from the incredible waves of pleasure surging through him. He felt himself instinctively begin humping her mouth as he slid his hands to the back of her head, holding her in place as he fucked her mouth. He closed he eyes, his teeth gritted in a winded expression of pure lust as he humped. It didn't take long for him to reach his climax, and he blew his load in her mouth. To her credit, she was able to swallow all of it. He moaned softly as she licked his dick clean with her amazing tongue. He looked down again and saw her running her tongue over his glistening shaft and head, her eyes focused on him intently. "Yes," he groaned as she slid up his body, dotting him with hot, wet kisses until she reached his lips. Their tongue intertwined again as the springs in the couch upstairs kept on going, expanding and coiling under the weight of his father and her mother. "Jack," she said suggestively. "Yeah," he breathed as he suckled on her neck, his hands massaging her tits and tweaking her nipples. "Tie me up," she whispered. "Seriously?" "Yes," she smiled as he grinded his groin against her, "Tie me up." "Okay," he smiled. Jack quickly felt his way through the dark to the workbench his father had installed when he was six, and after some dumb groping he found the coil of thin white lanyard rope his mother used for a makeshift clothesline. Cherie waited for him in the pool of light from the cellar window, her body perfectly lit. Jack wasted no time, only dimly aware of the continuous fucking going on upstairs as he uncoiled the rope. "Okay," he said to himself as he thought of place he could tie her up, and then looked to her, "I got it." He grabbed the heavy stepladder he had used to try and open the window earlier. He sat it down so that the shiny plastic top was just in view. "You need to give me your hands," he said. "This is so naughty, Jack," she chuckled as she held her hands out to him, "So very naughty." "So taboo," he added as he bound her hands together, wrapping the thin lanyard around her gently yet firmly. "Forbidden, one might say," she offered as Jack then turned her so that she was bent over the stepladder. She placed her hand flat against it for support as Jack moved and knelt beside her, lashing her hands to the stepladder. "You sure about this?" he asked quietly, the springs reaching a mad fevered pitch above them, Ellen and Mike both moaning and groaning together. "Absolutely," she reassured him, "We've already covered incest, why not mild bondage?" Jack laughed and looked up as their parents fucked. "Well, he's going for a record tonight..." Cherie's hair hung down and obscured her face as she bent over the ladder, but jack knew she was smiling. She addressed him in hick accent, "What did you have in mind, Cuz?" "I figure I'll lash you to this here stepladder and then have my way with you," he said casually, "How's that for a little Southern Comfort?" "I reckon it sounds pretty good," she embellished, "After this we're done, maybe we can go catch a movie over at Mount Pilot with Thelma Lou and Barney..." "Okay, no Don Knotts references while we're doing this," he laughed, "I've already seen my dad cheat on my mom with my aunt tonight, and I don't need images of Barney Fife floating in my head while we fuck..." Cherie laughed. "How about a little Jerry Reed?" "No," he chuckled as he finished tying her up. "How about Granny Clampett?" "No!" Jack laughed and slapped her ass. "JEEEDDDD!" Cherie half-yelled in her Granny voice, and they both laughed hard, trying not to be too loud. "You bitch," he managed, tears running down his cheeks. "You love Irene Ryan and you know it," she said. "So," he countered as he began rubbing her ass, "You've got the hots for Buddy Ebsen." "Oh my God, that hat and rifle..." Cherie laughed, slowly turning into a lusty moan as he felt her up. Jack ran his hand up her back and then down over her ass cheeks, and Cherie responded with a favorable moan as he caressed her. Jack fondled her breasts as he kissed her, sucking on her tongue and tweaking her nipples with one hand and massaging her pussy with the other. She was incredibly wet, and there was a heavy scent of sex in the air as he stimulated her. She was ready for him, and Jack felt his cock hardening quickly. He kissed down her sides and to her flank, where dragged his tongue over the curve of her ass, circled her hole and then to her vagina. He stood up and brought his cock to bear. It was rigid again, like a piece of steel. He grasped his cock, and suddenly felt so powerful as he looked at her, studying her curves and committing her to permanent memory. He traced her vagina with the head of his cock, teasing her. "You want me to fuck you?" he asked. "Yes," she whispered, "Fuck me." "Where would you like it?" "In my cunt, Jack," she said, "I don't like it in the ass." Jack felt relieved. "Neither do I." "Good," she said as she wiggled her ass a little. Jack parted her pussy and slid into her. His cock was enclosed by her hot interior, every muscle of her pussy tightening and flexing around him. Cherie moaned a little as he filled her up, his girth stretching her out a little. Jack began to fuck her, very slowly at first as he relished every moment of their coupling. He grasped her hips and felt like there wasn't anything he couldn't control; there was nothing beyond him as he started humping her. "Yes, baby," she moaned, "Just like that..." Jack felt himself slapping against her, his balls swinging to and fro as they found their rhythm and kicked into gear. His muscles were pulled taut as a fresh break of sweat formed and glistened on their bodies, causing them shine in the warm pool of light. He could hear their flesh slapping together, the wet rhythmic pounding and suction of their love making. He could feel her juices dribbling down his sack and to his inner thigh, tickling him as it went. "Oh Cherie," he groaned as he went faster and harder. "Yes baby," she managed as he pounded her, ramming his thick cock into her again and again. "Yes," he whispered, unaware that the springs upstairs had stopped creaking. Sweet Cherie Ch. 02 "Don't stop, baby," she growled, he finger digging at the stepladder, sweat pouring off her nose and splashing the lanyard, "Don't stop." Jack felt his legs beginning to ache as he pushed himself faster, his cock plunging in and out so fast and hard that her breathing was being accented with each impact. Her moans were broken with each thrust, every throaty grunt of approval coming from her mouth accented to his rhythm. He lost track of time and everything else as his eyes clouded over with a misty fog of colors and stars, his breathing so rapid he was sure was going to hyperventilate. He felt his orgasm starting to build, like an unstoppable eruption from a volcano, clogging the neck of a mountain and rushing to the surface. Cherie screeched out loud, unable to hold back as she bucked against him violently, her fluids gushing out and soaking him. Jack pulled out just in time to see his load explode over her ass and backside in long, thick sticky ropes. He breathed deep, catching his breath as he staggered back, his cock still pumping semen out onto the floor with powerful spasms. The lights of the basement cellar suddenly came on blinding them, and Jack nearly shit himself. His heart jumped into his throat as he rushed to Cherie, who was looking frantically over her shoulder at the stairwell. He untied the knots of the lanyard as fast as he could as the undeniable sound footsteps on carpet and old wood echoed through the cement room. He looked at Cherie, both of them panicked with a wide-eyed expression of doom. "What the shit?" his now fully clothed father asked as they both stood up straight, naked and covered in their own cum, holding a rope. Jack saw Ellen standing behind his father fully clothed again, her blouse mis-buttoned allowing a glimpse of her huge cleavage and red bra. She looked at Cherie, her mouth gaped open in shock, and then to Jack. He saw her glance down at his still erect cock and could have sworn she smiled a little. "Hey Dad," Jack said casually, "What's up?" "What the hell is going on here?" he asked, his eyes wide and nostrils flaring, "She's your cousin, Jack!" "I know Dad," Jack began, his hands up non-offensively, "But things are kind of complicated..." "No fucking shit!" he bellowed, his anger and embarrassment filling the room like a black fog. It was so painfully quiet, it was almost loud. Cherie remained frozen at Jacks side, his semen dripping from her bare pussy down her leg. Somehow, she kept a straight face. "What the fuck were you thinking?" Ellen asked. Jack was desperate for an explanation, and his brain searched vainly for one but to no avail. They two adults stood there, looking at them expectantly in awkward silence. "Uncle Mike," Cherie said softly, "Your fly is down." Jacks father's eyes widened a little, and looked to his crotch. Indeed his fly was open, exposing the base of his cock and the dark tangles of pubic hair surrounding it. He quickly zipped up, embarrassed and angry. Ellen only shook her head. "And Aunt Ellen," Jack spoke up, "You're blouse is buttoned wrong." Ellen looked to her bust and saw the buttons were in fact wrong. She hastily unbuttoned them and put them right, her face flushed red. "How long have you two been down here?" she asked curtly, a hint of fear in her voice. "Long enough to know that you do a great strip tease, mom," Cherie boldly replied. Ellen simply looked at her, torn between anger and horror, her mouth opened slightly as she searched for reply. The anger radiating from Mike vanished in an instant, replaced by a thoughtfully annoyed expression. He looked at Ellen, who was on the verge of an overload. Everyone had been caught red handed, so to speak, and everyone had the other over a barrel. "No one has to know," Jack said diplomatically as he set the rope on the floor. "That's right," Cherie chimed in, "We can keep a secret." Mike was ready to scream as he looked at the two kids. "I can keep a secret," he said, his eyes flashing. Ellen looked at him for a moment, and finally admitted her guilt by saying, "So can I." "No questions, no discussion about it," Jack said. "Right," his Dad glared at him as he thought of his wife, waiting at the bridge game for him to pick her up. "No questions." "Then if you don't mind," Cherie grabbed Jack's hand and made for the stairs, "We need to get dressed." Mike and Ellen made room for their naked children as they walked up the stairs, their heads held high. As they reached the top, Jack stopped for a moment, and looked thoughtfully down at his father. He knew he would be crossing a line if he spoke the words on the tip of his tongue. In the end, he threw caution to the wind, and said to his father, "Next time, use a towel. I only have so many shirts." Mike glared after his son, even after he had disappeared from the top of the stairwell, Cherie in tow. "Smart ass," he mumbled.