Taboo, Part 3

TABOO
by uciboy

PART III

Stephanie was not a virgin, but she didn't sleep around a lot either.  She
lost her virginity as a junior in high school with a white guy she went steady
with for about a month.  He was a nice enough guy and treated her like a
queen, but she just knew he wasn't "the one" and so didn't want to string him
along.  There were a couple of others in her senior year, mostly mutual blow
jobs when she couldn't control her hormones.  It's not like she didn't want to
have sex - and she certainly had many opportunities.  There were plenty of
white guys at her preppy high school who would have died for the chance to
play a scene out of Madame Butterfly.  And there was one Rice King in her
college Korean class now who took every opportunity to sit next to her so that
they would be partnered up.

But in the end, Stephanie didn't have a particular preference when it came to
ethnicity.  Her Korean American friends in high school used to constantly dis
Korean men, calling them domineering and sexist.  By and large she believed
this to be a myth, a bad wrap for Korean males.  She would admit that some
Korean men had a bit of an attitude, but no worse than some white guys she had
met.  So she viewed herself as an Equal Ethnic Opportunity Dater, but she just
couldn't find anyone in high school who she felt any strong emotions for.
With her feelings for Chris becoming much clearer now, she understood why.

Stephanie could feel how close she and Chris came to kissing each other last
night, and she wondered how soon the opportunity would come again.  Who would
take the initiative?  Chris was a bit shy, but for her to take charge could be
very embarrassing if she was completely misperceiving his emotions.  

She knew that her brother masturbated regularly; through the walls late at
night she could hear him trying to muffle his moans.  But did he think of her
when he came?  She wanted to believe so.

As for her mother, Stephanie didn't give a fuck what she thought about her
smoking.  On her way to class the next morning, Stephanie stopped at Walmart
and proudly bought a carton of Virginia Slims 120's Menthols, cursing her
mother under her breath the whole time.  When she returned home, she defiantly
lit a cigarette in the family room in front of her mother before walking down
the hall into her bedroom.  One could measure the rage boiling in her mother
with a thermometer, but she said nothing as long as Stephanie smoked away from
the family.  As for Chris, he found the scene a tremendous turn-on and looked
forward to his English lessons with his sister later that evening.

He was not disappointed.  Stephanie would smoke at least 4 to 5 cigarettes
during the hour and a half that she would spend nightly with Chris who
awkwardly sought to hide his erection from his sister each time she would
light one of the long cigarettes.  He found that if he sat too close to her it
was difficult to concentrate, but he liked the way Stephanie toyed with him,
slowly exhaling a cloud of smoke that would drift into his face as the two sat
at the desk in her room.

In fact, Stephanie had sought every opportunity she could find to smoke in
front of Chris, hoping that she was feeding any craving he might have for her.
She had been working with Margie to develop a sexy smoking style, and was
practicing in the mirror so often that within a month she found herself a
pack-a-day smoker.  She was surprised at how eagerly she embraced the
lifestyle of a smoker, and she jokingly considered changing her name to
Virginia, she loved her cigarettes so much.

But was any of this working?  Did Chris even notice her?  She wanted to make
her feelings obvious to him, but how does one go about trying to seduce your
brother?  She could just walk into his room one night in a skimpy black
negligee, a long cigarette in one had, and say to him, "Are you ready to fuck
me?"  Okay, bad idea.  How, then, could she do it?  And how to do it without
her Mom noticing?!

"You shouldn't smoke 'round Chris," her mother said to her once in her heavy
Korean accent.

"Chris is a big boy now," Stephanie replied, finding that becoming a smoker
had given her the boldness to finally stand-up to her mother.  "Besides, he
smokes more than I do."

"Maybe I teach him English now on," her mother said, barely controlling her
anger.

"Go ahead," Stephanie replied with a snicker and lit a cigarette.  "I'm sure
that will get him into Princeton."  She knew, of course, that she had the
upper-hand over her mother who barely knew enough English to speak a coherent
sentence.  For now, her moments with Chris were secure.

But were these moments enough?  She found herself daydreaming about Chris much
more often than she used to.  And she also discovered that Margie was right -
the best way to feel the pleasure of a cigarette was to masturbate while you
smoked.  Such wonderful fantasies she had each night of her brother smoking as
she lay in bed.  She was reaching the point where all she could think of was
finding the right opportunity to...well, fuck him.
 
The difficult part was getting him away from her Mom.  She was so possessive
of him and kept him close to her.  It was as if she could telepathically
perceive the incestuous intentions of her daughter and so sought to shield her
adoptive son from the wiles of Stephanie.  For her part, Stephanie worried
what her mother must say to Chris about her.  Afterall, she would spend all
day teaching him without Stephanie there to defend herself.  Clearly any
attempt at intimacy was going to have to be made with her parents out of the
house.

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The opportunity for Stephanie came a little over a month after the evening she
first lit a cigarette.  With her parents gone for the weekend at a church
outing, Chris was left at home to prepare for an important science exam the
following Monday.  Like a spider building a web, Stephanie strategically set a
trap to ensnare her prey.  She let everyone know that she would be gone for
the weekend on some sort of University outing, returning home on Monday
afternoon.  She felt it important to ease any fears her mother might have had
about leaving Chris alone with Stephanie for the weekend.  Stephanie had
developed a cold relationship with her Mom and she surmised that if her Mother
believed she would be out of the house, they would be in no hurry to return
home.

An hour after her parents had left, Stephanie returned home and quietly let
herself into the house.  She lit one of her Virginia Slims and took a quick
look in the bathroom mirror.  "It's now or never," she murmured.  Hoping to
take her brother by surprise, she quietly opened Chris' bedroom door.  But the
surprise was all on Stephanie's part as she found him doing what every 15 year
old boy does alone in a house:  masturbating.

"Oh my," she exclaimed with quiet surprise as she saw Chris on his bed
stroking his dick and inhaling a deep puff on his Marlboro Light.  

Chris turned white as all of the blood drained out of his face.  "Sis!" he
yelled with shock.  "I thought you were gone!"  He quickly pulled a blanket
over his waist while stubbing out his cigarette.  "Please, get out!"

"Shhhh," Stephanie said as she walked over to his bedside, the long cigarette
jutting out from between her fingers.  "It's nothing to be ashamed of.  I do
it, too, you know.  We all do."  Stephanie sat on the bed next to him and
added with a smile, "Or at least we should."

Such comforting words could not ease the shame that Chris felt at that moment.
"Please," he said with moist eyes, "I don't want you to see me like this."

Stephanie gently pulled the cover back from his waist and found his penis limp
and quickly shrinking.  "When I hear you masturbating each night," she said
softly as she gently maneuvered his dick into the palm of her hand, "I always
wonder if you're thinking of me."  She wrapped her fingers around the penis
and ever so slowly began to slide her palm back and forth as it once again
regained its firmness.  "I always think of you when I touch myself," she said
as she brought the Virginia Slim up to her lips for a long, slow puff.  She
opened her mouth a crack and let a crest of smoke seep out before snapping
back the cloud down into her throat.  Chris's eyelids began to flutter as the
sensations from the stroking were mixed with the image of his beautiful sister
smoking.  "I think of you lighting a cigarette," she continued, smoke
billowing out of her mouth with each word, "of breathing its power in deeply.
I love how the smoke slowly cascades down from your nose.  Even the act of you
holding the cigarette, the smoke rising from between your fingers, turns me on
so much."

Stephanie started to move her hand a little quicker, feeling every curve and
bump on Chris' cock.  "So many times," she said, moving her face close to his,
"I've wanted to come in here and be with you."  Their lips almost touching.
"To feel your strong and tender touch."  Stephanie placed her lips gently
against her brother's and the two began to tenderly kiss, their tongues gently
swirling together.  She brought the cigarette up to the left side of her mouth
and pulled a hard deep puff while their lips remained locked together.  She
could feel smoke pouring into their mouths and both began to inhale through
their noses.

For Chris, the sensation was overwhelming.  He could feel the load begin to
build at the base of his penis and between kisses murmured, "Again."
Stephanie brought the cigarette up to their mouths for a second and even
deeper puff.  When Chris inhaled his portion, he had gone nearly as far as he
could.  Such a wonderful feeling.  He loved smoking - and he especially loved
watching his sister smoke.  How mature she looked, how seductive, how sexy,
how...."Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!" he cried in the middle of a kiss as his dick
ejaculated all over Stephanie's hand.  She continued to stroke it, squeezing
as much cum as she could out of the hole, smiling the whole time that she had
finally accomplished the first step of seducing her brother.  "Uhhhhhhmmm,"
Chris moaned as he grabbed her hand and brought it to a slow rhythm.  He felt
weak and could barely sit up.

Stephanie stubbed her cigarette out and reached for a tissue to wipe her hand.
She looked over at Chris who had leaned back against the bed railing, eyes
closed and taking deep breaths through his nose.  She grabbed another tissue
and wiped the sweat off his forehead.  She would let him rest for now.  My
turn can come later, she thought to herself as she undressed and snuggled up
against her baby brother.

As she put her head on his shoulder, she began to think about what had just
occurred between the two - certainly such a thing would be considered taboo in
any culture.  But she rationalized her feelings for Chris by telling herself
that he was adopted.

"Sis," Chris said when he got his strength back, "that was fantastic."

"Don't call me 'Sis' anymore, Chris," she said while twirling her fingers in
his tiny chest hairs.  "Call me Steph."  She looked up at him with a smile and
asked, "Are you ready to go again?"

"I don't think I can," he laughed as he looked down at his limp member.  "Mr.
Happy needs a rest."

"Then let your fingers do the walking," she replied as she took his hand and
placed it on her breasts.  Chris liked the soft, round feel of them and ran
his fingers over her nipples.  Stephanie reached over and pulled out one of
his Marlboro Lights and placed it in his mouth.  "I like watching you smoke,"
she said seductively with the flick of his lighter.  Chris lifted his head
back, holding the cigarette tightly in his lips, and made the tip turn a dark
orange with a deep puff.  He exhaled through his nose, the smoke cascading
down onto Stephanie's face.  She closed her eyes and breathed in as the smoke
washed over her face.  "That smells so good," she murmured.

With a smile Chris gently set her down on the bed and positioned his mouth
over her breast.  Stephanie didn't expect much from this 15 year old virgin,
but she was surprised at how gentle and - well, almost experienced he was in
his moves.  It was as if he knew exactly how to please a woman, softly
squeezing her breasts around the base, kissing the crux of her neck, and
lightly stroking her clit.  She was amazed that he even knew how to find her
G-Spot, and she inhaled on a Virginia Slim deeply as he slowly moved his
fingers over the area, sending incredibly pleasurable jolts through her body.
"Oh Chris," she moaned as he began bathing her pussy in clouds of smoke while
licking her clit, "that feels so good."

Chris crawled up his sister's body and when reaching the top whispered into
her ear, "I want to do the nasty with you, Sis."  Stephanie thought his words
alone would make her cum, he sounded so evil.  As she began to open her legs
to let him insert, he said wickedly, "Uh-uh, from the back door."

Stephanie couldn't believe what she was hearing.  Did her little brother just
say he wanted to fuck her up the ass?  She turned on her side while Chris
reached over for the jar of Vaseline on his nightstand, swabbing his dick
heavily with the jelly.  Stephanie was lighting a fresh cigarette when she
suddenly felt a huge bulge inserted up her ass.  "Ohhh, God," she moaned with
pleasure.  She thought she was going to shit all over the bed, but the feeling
of being fucked up the ass was like nothing she had ever experienced before.
She drew deeply on her 120, snapping back the smoke and holding it in her
lungs until there was nothing left to exhale.  Chris slid his fingers into her
pussy and began a circular motion inside that increased Stephanie's pleasure
tenfold.

Chris' pelvis began to move more quickly now.  He loved how tight his sister's
ass was, squeezing his dick to the point where he thought it might suck out
the sperm like a vacuum.  "Sis," Chris said, his voice rising, "I'm gonna
cum."

"Do it, Chris, come inside me."  She put the cigarette between her lips and
tried to inhale the smoke directly from the filter into her lungs, creating a
burning sensation in her chest but upping the nicotine dosage to a phenomenal
level.

"Yes, yes," Stephanie yelled as Chris brought his own cigarette up to his
mouth and double-pumped a puff that completely engulfed his lungs.  As he
watched the enormous stream of smoke cascade upwards through his exhale, he
felt this extraordinary feeling of power, as if he were a God that could force
his desires onto anyone.  He took a second double-pump and inhaled.  So light,
so free.  He just knew he and his sister could float off the bed, fucking in
mid-air, if he willed it.  A third double-pump, the filter beginning to burn
his fingers.  The inhale.  So incredible.  So powerful.  It was as if his mind
suddenly exploded into stars and he cried out a "YES!!!!" as his dick spurt
cum deep into his sister's ass.  Stephanie put the cigarette in her mouth and
grabbed the sheet as she puffed hard while experiencing her own orgasm.  She
wanted to cry out it was so painful - and pleasurable at the same time.

Chris' pelvis came to a sudden halt as he wrapped his arm around his sister,
whimpering, "so good...that was so good."  

The rhythm of their heavy breathing engulfed the sound of the room until it
was punctured by a heavy cough from Stephanie.  "Too much smoke," she said as
she dropped her cigarette in the ashtray on the nightstand and reached for a
box of tissues.

"Sis - Steph - that felt so good," Chris panted into her ear.  

Stephanie agreed - but she was astonished that her brother was so agile in
bed.  "Where did you learn all that," she asked in amazement.

"I guess I'm just a natural," he replied, still breathing heavily, and the two
continued to kiss before drifting off to sleep.

END PART III

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