Into Her Life: (The Complete Taboo Story of Forbidden Love) by Jill Soffalot Page A

lead to trouble, but she just couldn't help starting the engine to go for a drive...
    Stacey returned to her side. She looked drunk and pale, and she hung on Keryn's arm. "You okay?" Keryn asked.
    "I'm okay," Stacey said. "I'm getting a bit tired."
    The girls stayed while the band played out the rest of their songs. When they finally finished, C.J. climbed down off the stage.
    Stacey, who was both drunk and ready to flop at this point, again wrapped C.J. up in a hug. "That was great," she said. "Now I'm gunna go home."
    Keryn held her friend. "I think I'm going to hang out for a while," she said. "Can you get a cab?"
    "No problem," Stacey said. "You guys hang. I'll call you tomorrow."
    The girls kissed and Stacey snaked away through the crowd toward the exit.
    "Is she okay?" C.J. asked.
    "Yeah," Keryn said. "I kept her up late last night."
    He smiled. "I guess you had a lot on your mind or something."
    Keryn smiled and stepped toward him, wrapping her arms around him, burying her face against his chest. "Yeah," she said. He was moist with sweat, but she didn't care. She liked it. "I guess I did."
    He wrapped his arms around her and rocked back and forth playfully. The house music had come up, and they rocked like that together for a moment to the rhythm. "Fuck it," he finally said. "What happened the other night, anyway? Nothing, right? Let's not get all freaked out. No big thing. Let's just have a drink and have a good time, okay?"
    Keryn let go of the hug and backed up, looking him in the eye. She knew it wasn't true, but she smiled. "You're right," she said. "Let's just have a good time."
    He smiled and wrapped her in another hug. "I'm glad to hear you say that," he said. "I was pretty worried."
    She detached from him. "Let's grab a drink," she said and took him by the hand. As she led him to the bar, she worried the whole way about how her ass looked in the dress, knowing he would be able to stare right at it.
    They pulled up to the bar. Keryn brought the bartender over and ordered shots.
    "No shots!" C.J. yelled. "I can't. Seriously. Beer is okay, but I don't want shots."
    Keryn shrugged and changed the order. C.J. leaned in close. She realized he must be tipsy already when his head touched hers, and he said into her ear, "It's better. If we did shots I'd be done for."
    The bartender put two beers down on the bar. Keryn paid, and they each took a drink. They found themselves standing for a moment, close together, looking each other in the eye, sharing the secret between them. It wasn't just that she'd jerked him off. That was small potatoes now. It was as though there was already the knowledge, an agreement between them from the first time their eyes met that night, that they were both ready to go way beyond a simple  through-the-jeans hand job.
    Keryn felt it. And she knew how he felt by the way he was staring, the way he was making long, long eye contact with her that he was willing to go as far as she was. And she knew, against everything that she was supposed to know, that she would go all the way. Because it didn't feel like he was really her brother. He was just some beautiful stranger who had come out of her past. He was the boy she used to fight with, way back when, but now that heat had turned into passion.
    Was he her brother? It didn't matter. She wanted to... she couldn't even admit to herself what she wanted to do. She drank deep from the bottle of beer, wishing it was stronger, a liquor that would wipe her away, wipe away everything that was happening to her.
    They drank the beers and then went back to the dance floor, and when they reached the middle of the floor she wrapped her arms around his neck and they began to sway to the music. He put his hands on her waist, and they moved together. His hands were firm on her. It was hot in the bar, and she was covered in a sheen of sweat from dancing. His hands seemed to cling right to her through the thin material of her dress. She felt her pussy tingle at the