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Friends: The One with the Taboo(MF, sitcom-parody)
This is one chapter of a longer story I've written, you can find the
rest in Kristen's collection now and soon in other sex story
newsgroups (I hope), if you want. I'm posting this chapter here
because it involves incest.
Here's what you need to know in terms of "the story so far." This is
a parody of the recently-climaxed sitcom "Friends."
In chapter 1, following a lot of sangria a girls "bull session"
between Phoebe and Rachel escalates. From talking to touching
(themselves and each other)to Phoebe kissing both sets of Rachel's
lips. But Rachel doesn't live up to her end of the bargain. This
gives a frustrated Phoebe an idea for an evil plan.
In chapter 2, Phoebe gives Ross a massage he really enjoys.
In chapter 3, Phoebe arranges for a frustrated Monica to meet a
cock-stroking Joey, with predictable results.
In chapter 4, somehow Chandler manages to surprise Phoebe in Monica's
shower (actually Chandler's a lot more surprised than Phoebe is). He
resists being unfaithful to Monica...at first.
Ok, without any more ado,
CHAPTER 5: The One with the Taboo
Monica opened her bedroom door and went into the living
room of her apartment. It was late...almost three
AM...and she was lonely and couldn't sleep. She wished
Chandler were there, but he'd said something about
helping Phoebe study for a test. Apparently she had to
renew her massage license. Of course, if he were there,
he might not have made Monica feel any better.
Ever since she'd been with Joey she'd felt a certain
coldness from Chandler, but she didn't know if he
sensed something or if it was all in her imagination.
She had no idea that Chandler's thoughts were
preoccupied with what had happened between him and
Phoebe, and that he was just as worried that she knew
about that as she was that he knew about Joey. Joey.
Unbidden, the memory of blowing him flashed in her
mind and made her feel a thrill that she hadn't felt
since her first time.
That was what was so damn addictive about screwing
around with Joey, she thought, he made her feel, well,
shiny and new. Like a virgin. She remembered getting
down on her knees to him in the shower the night before
and sliding him between her huge breasts. It felt dirty
and wrong and oh, oh so thrilling. She loved to kiss
his penis up and down the shaft, then take it into her
mouth and suck like her life depended on it. The taste,
the warmth, the power she felt surging through both it
and herself.
She wished she could spend a whole night alternately
sitting on it and sucking it, and having him return the
favor. Hmmmm. The whole night? Well, that was something
she couldn't do. But maybe there was something she
could do to alleviate her current problem. Padding
lightly, she opened her door, closed it again and
crossed the hall. Trying the opposite door, she found
it as usual unlocked as she slipped inside. Crossing
the room to Joey's door (slowly to give her eyes time
to adjust to the darkness), she felt her heart pounding
and her pussy start to throb with lust.
Dear god, she thought. I hope Joey appreciates what I'm
risking here. It almost made her turn back but the
wetness in her pussy would not be denied. Thinking
about Joey had gotten her so turned on she felt as
though she could not have been satisfied if she
were giving Joey head as Chandler fucked her.
Though that was certainly a thought, one that
gave her a horny little shudder.
"You're really hot," Chandler had told her soon after
they started doing it, but he had no idea. Sometimes
she had to masturbate two or three times after he had
gone to sleep just to be able to relieve her sexual
tension. Sometimes she gave him head in his sleep just
to taste his cum. And now, she thought, Joey Tribiani
is going to get the same treat.
In bed, Ross was thinking about a girl and his cock was
throbbing. But for once, the girl he was thinking of
wasn't Rachel, it was Phoebe, and she'd promised to
come and see him, with a wild look in her eye, instead
of the frustration that Rachel inevitably left him
with.
Phoebe had given him very specific instructions that he
didn't fully understand, but now that he knew what she
was capable of doing with that body of hers, he was
willing to go along. Still, it had been an effort to
keep from masturbating as he waited for her, thinking
about her rounded, smooth stomach and surprisingly
large breasts with nipples that seemed to look straight
at him.
He imagined feeling them in his hands again, slick with
sweat and the heat of their lovemaking. But Phoebe had
told him if he jacked off before she got there, she'd
know, and let him know in no uncertain terms there
would be no other sex for him that night if he did.
He'd thought she might be kidding, but he didn't want
to take that chance. And now it seemed the long wait
was being rewarded, as he heard the door open slowly.
Monica found Joey's legs in the dark and slid her hands
up his calves to his boxer shorts, where she extracted
his penis. She placed a light kiss on the head.
Something seemed strange for a moment, but what it
might be she soon forgot as she wrapped her lips around
the cock and sucked it into her mouth. She heard a moan
and felt Joey's hands on her head. Again, a little
flicker of discomfort passed through her mind, but she
couldn't put her finger on it, and she needed to taste
his cum before she could think about anything else.
Ross felt Phoebe's gentle hands glide up his legs and
take out his cock. Her touch felt different than it had
the other night, somehow stronger, but he assumed that
was because she wasn't using the oils... and then he felt
her lips on the head of his cock, followed by the soft,
wet warmth of her mouth all around it, and he wasn't
assuming anything after that.
As she worked his penis he tried to say "Ooh, Phoebes,"
but she licked his balls just as he was trying to say
her name and it turned incoherent. He placed his hands
in her hair and realized that she must have had it cut.
Maybe for him. He wondered if she'd cut any of her
other hair to boot, and determined to turn on the light
when he gave her head to see.
Joey's cock seemed to be growing thicker in Monica's
mouth. That was good, because she'd realized one of the
things that seemed off was that the shaft seemed
smaller, not by a lot, but still. He couldn't be losing
interest that quickly, could he? To reassure herself,
she swirled her tongue around the shaft and was
rewarded by the feel of it swelling in her mouth once
again.
"Oh god, you're so good at this," she heard a voice
say. But, but, it wasn't Joey's voice! Unable to
believe her ears, Monica felt the pressure building in
the tool in her mouth as her hand cupped the balls
reflexively.
Ross couldn't wait to let his warm seed spurt down his
friend's throat.
"Phoebe..."
The head at his cock lifted for an instant and he heard
her say,
"No, not Phoebe."
In a flash of shadow the figure reached for the switch,
and in a blaze of light Ross saw a woman with a sexy
body in a nightshirt, looked down at his own exposed
cock and realized to his horror that the woman who'd
been about to taste his cum was, was, his sister
Monica! And before he'd had time to process that, much
less the wild look on her face, she fell onto the bed
and inhaled him again.
"What, but, but, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah..."
Monica opened her mouth and took every drop her big
brother could give.
Ross didn't know how this had happened but someway,
somehow, a door had been opened to his deepest desire.
Older even than his obsession with Rachel, his wanting
to lay his sister. From when she was 11 and had started
to develop curves and an ass, before she ate herself fat.
Then, after she lost the weight, oh god he told himself she
was his sister and he didn't think of her that way, but
he did, and secretly that was why he had been so crazed
when she started laying Chandler. If my best friend, if
my college roommate, why not me?
Monica crawled up in the bed and lay down next to Ross.
She pulled up the nightgown she was wearing and spread
her legs, opening her pussy to the air. She wore no
panties.
"Ross," she said, "you better get down here and make me
come."
She put her head back and played with her pussy while
she waited.
Ross was still stunned for a moment. Could she really
be saying what he thought she was saying?"
"We'll talk about this later, Ross," she said. "Right
now my pussy needs filling."
"But, this is wrong."
"Did it feel wrong when you were in my mouth? Does this
feel wrong?" She grasped his hand and rubbed it into
her mound. Ross was taken by surprise as he heard his
sister cry out in a high pitched moan followed by a
sharp intake of breath as she worked his fingers into
herself.
"Come on, Ross, don't you know what you're doing to
me?"
God, his little sister was like a cat in heat and her
pussy was under his fingertips. Leaning over her head
he kissed her, plunging his tongue as deep as he could
into her mouth. He felt her fingers in his hair as she
released his hand, which continued its practiced
movements.
"Mmmmm hmmmmmm, now I know what Rachel's been missing."
"She said that?"
"Oh, god, Ross, if you knew how much she wants you to
touch her with those hands again, she won't shut up
about it, and now I know why, hy..."
Monica's eyes closed and her face contorted in pleasure
as Ross's three fingers continued massaging her most
sensitive place. She could feel the orgasm rising
inside her as she writhed under her brother's touch.
Ross's hands were so, wait, why was he moving?
"What are you doing, don't stop!"
But then she felt his mouth on the lips of her pussy
and she understood why he had moved, and she could feel
electricity shooting through herself, pleasure tingling
up and down her spine as he dove into her, and now his
cock was in her face and he was hard again and she
returned him to her mouth as he thrust his tongue deep
into her and she sucked and sucked and sucked and
sucked her brothers cock. Both of them making animal
noises they'd never be able to describe to another (or
make with anyone else) as long as they lived. Ross
reached up with one hand and grabbed her breast,
rubbing the nipple gently between thumb and forefinger
as he continued to kiss her pussy gently and lovingly.
Monica's mind was a torrent of feelings and thoughts
and images, each sensation she had was knocked away, sent
spinning by the next. Her mouth was like a vacuum over
Ross's cock as she slid it in and out of with abandon,
working the shaft, intoxicated by the smell of him.
In 69 they lay across the bed, gobbling each other up
like one of Monica's meals. And as she tasted her
brothers warm flesh Monica thought that what he didn't
know, what no one knew, was that her eating problem had
come about as a result of the guilt she suffered for
the way her nipples got hard when they wrestled as
children, the way her pussy got all wet and juicy and
she had to run to her room to masturbate.
This is what I really wanted in my mouth, she thought.
This, all the time. And now she was wetter than she'd
ever been because finally, finally, finally she had her
brothers face between her legs and he was eating her pussy
and she had his cock in her mouth and it tasted so good
and oh my god she was gonna explode soon if he
didn't...
She took his prick out of her mouth and said in a low
voice, trembling,
"I want you inside me."
The smell of her dripping pussy was driving Ross wild
and he didn't need to be asked twice. He stopped
sucking her clit and got on his knees between her legs.
She pawed at him, stroking his hard penis as he
prepared to enter her.
"Should we do this?" She asked, her voice suddenly
uncertain even as she jerked her hand smoothly up and
down his prick. She'd wanted him inside her in the
worst way only a moment ago but now, faced with the
reality of it, she wasn't sure, was it alright? She
thought it was alright, and Ross leaned down and kissed
her neck as his warm prick slipped between the lips of
her pussy.
"Oooooooooooh, so goooood," she moaned. He took her
roughly, yet with great care, and she could feel him in
her with every fiber of her being.
Ross reached around and cupped her ass, pulling her to
him. Her legs pumped around him. Her beautiful face,
her gorgeous breasts, god, they were all his tonight
and he was gonna fuck her raw as his cock sawed
across her clit.
Suddenly she was over the edge.
"Oh my God! Ross! Yes!"
And in that moment he was giving his cum to her. A
smile split her face as she clutched him, pulling him
to her as he poured cum into her and her pussy clenched
at him frantically, desperately trying to prolong this
moment of brotherly lust. Coming down from her big
orgasm, she had several more smaller ones along the way
as she alternately kissed him and laughed with joy and
pleasure.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!" Ross cried as he came in, and
with, his sister.
When he could stand to remove himself from her (Which
took a while thanks in no small part to her
encouragements) he caressed her gently, gliding his
fingertips over her satiny skin. She kept pawing at his
penis, hoping to enjoy one more beautiful ride on his
body before the sun came up and they had to face the
reality of what they'd done to and with each other.
He was sensitive, but she was insistent, and soon he
was rising to greet the new day sooner than the sun.
Monica slipped one leg over her brother, pushing him
down on the bed by his chest and once more taking his
stiff cock between the still-wet lips of her pussy.
"God, Ross, you made me come so many times, I'm so
happy..."
"I love you, Monica."
"I love you too, Ross... have you got one more load for
me?"
"Yes Mon, but be gentle."
"Come on Ross, give it to me," she said, rolling her
ass around her big brother's cock.
"You keep that up and I will."
"You keep that up, and I will too," she said with a
smile.
Ross's hands rose up and her breasts filled them as he
sucked first one, and then the other. Then he placed
his hands around her waist and began to direct her as
she slammed up and down on his penis.
Outside the door, Phoebe held her ear to the wall and
listened as Monica came and came, shouting out her joy.
This had been Phoebe's trickiest move yet, and it had
worked unbelievably well. At Central Perk that day,
she'd set up Joey with a girl from the massage parlor
who was known to be easy, ensuring he wouldn't be at
home tonight. She made sure to do this when Monica
wasn't around. Then she told Ross that her building was
being fumigated and she'd be staying at Joey's, and
suggested he should meet her there.
"OK, Phoebes, but why in the dark?" he'd asked.
"I don't know, I guess it just makes it feel nastier."
That put a glazed look into his eye as she smirked
because he didn't know how nasty it was gonna get.
Then she enticed Chandler to come over to her non-
fumigated apartment. Where, even now, he was coming
down from a trip to heaven, but that's another story.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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