Prurient ParishionersChapter 18 Best Friends
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The house was dark, the silence broken only by the intermittent sounds of the settling foundation as his footsteps traced down the stairs. He passed into the basement recreation room to find Cheryl asleep on the open hide-a-bed, her tousled hair spilled across the pillow, a comforter wrapped up to her chin for warmth. He stopped a few steps short of where she was sleeping and watched her body rise and fall with each heavy, wine-sedated breath.
He jumped as her hand inched out and dangled over the edge of the bed. He quietly took off his pajamas and underwear, leaving them in a pile on the floor. His cock was already partially erect with anticipation. Entirely nude now, he moved closer, studying the situation, trying to decide how best to proceed. He never believed in forcing another human being to do what they didn't want to do and that especially included sex. Still, she needed to understand what could happen if she ended up teasing the wrong person. Later the church deacon candidate would think back and wonder if he'd really meant just to teach his young, cockteasing sister in law a lesson or whether he'd planned all along to make his fantasy of fucking her into reality.
John really had no idea what the girl was wearing under the comforter. He saw her duffel bag and the jeans she was wearing folded on a nearby chair, making him believe she had changed into some type of nightclothes. If it were pajama shorts, things would be easier; they could be maneuvered down without too much of a problem. If she had on actual pajama pants, it would be more difficult; there might be more of a struggle. Ever so gently, he inched the comforter down until her bare shoulder was exposed. She was wearing the same tank top she had on earlier. Her arms were clutched to her chest in a fetal-like pose, arched just enough to reveal the partial swell of her large breasts.
He let the comforter rest for a moment so as not to startle her. When he was comfortable he hadn't awakened her, he inched it down further to a point just above her hips. The top she had on was climbing up her torso and showing her stomach. He still couldn't tell what type of bottoms she had on. He was fully erect now, totally consumed by the tension that was unfolding. Finding it difficult to wait any longer, he inched the comforter further down. His heart raced as he realized she wasn't wearing any pajama bottoms, only a pair of snug panties covered in small kangaroos. He remembered then that she'd had an Aussie boyfriend a while back. Had he got her panties off and screwed her?
The lust-driven man peeled the comforter off the remainder of the way and rested it on the floor. As he turned back to her he noticed she had tightened her sleeping position, most likely in an attempt to find warmth. No matter -- within a few minutes she would have his body heat to rely on.
He let his gaze move from her ankle-sox encased feet to her full thighs, her shapely hips covered by the flowered panties and then the high hills of her breasts hidden by the tank top. Her face was not quite pretty but he was further aroused by the innocent, dreamy expression as she slept.
Suddenly she opened her eyes and looked down; most likely in search of the comforter he had just pulled away. She looked up at him sleepily, slightly confused, before noticing that he was nude. Her eyes grew wide and she jerked in an attempt to sit up. He had to move fast.
Quickly he seated himself on the sofa next to her, using his forearm to pin her wrists over her head while his other hand covered her mouth to keep her quiet. Her eyes were wide and full of confusion as she stared up at him, her hot breath beating from her nose against his skin.
"Shhhhhh," he breathed. "It's okay... it's me... I'm not here to hurt you... I came because you acted like you wanted me to."
She stared at him, her eyes wide and apprehensive. He inched his body up and saddled himself across her hips, pinning her to the couch. His cock was like granite as his balls rested against the elastic band of her panties.
"Are you going to scream?" he whispered gently.
The girl was slow to respond. It may have been the effect of too much wine or just that she hadn't yet come fully awake. He could feel her hands vying for freedom from their pinned position, requiring him to lean more of his weight into her.
"Don't struggle. If you make too much noise you'll wake your sister. Let's face it, neither of us want that."
Her arms fell limp against the cushion, yet her eyes never left his.
"Are you going to scream?" he repeated.
Again she paused, eventually batting her chin back and forth in a terse shake of her head no. Slowly he loosened the palm that covered her mouth, raising it only a fraction to see if she was telling the truth.
"Get off me," she whispered harshly. "I never wanted you to come here!"
"Why did you imply that I'm a cuckold?"
She inched her head up from the cushion, high enough to see his thickly veined cock pressed against his stomach.
"John, you're naked! What the hell do you think you're doing?"
He smiled tightly. "I want to show you why your sister doesn't need to cuckold me to get satisfied."
"You're a psycho, now get off me," Cheryl said with the usual contempt she showed towards people over twenty five.
"It's time you learned that you have to be careful of what you say. Calling a man a cuckold is an egregious insult."
"John, I wasn't being serious, you know that. It was a fucking Scrabble game for God's sake."
"You seemed serious at the time. Maybe that's the problem we're dealing with here Cheryl, sometimes it's difficult to know when you're serious and when you're kidding. You know cockteasing like you do can get you into trouble."
"What cockteasing?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about, rubbing your tits up against me right before you ask to borrow money. That time last week when I was over at your parent's house and you left the bathroom door open, just long enough to see you get of the shower. I know you saw me watching. I saw your eyes flash at me in the mirror when you first opened the shower door."
"You're weird; now get off me before I scream."
"You won't scream. You and Barbara might not get along, but she's still your sister. Also, we both know what a cocktease she thinks you are and there's no way she would believe that the two of us lying here like this was all my idea."
She stared at him, taking in his words and all their meaning. "Look, just let me go... please..."
He bent down to kiss her and she turned her head away, revealing the soft column of her neck. Her resistance was only fueling his arousal. With her lips unavailable, he sunk his mouth deep into her flesh, tasting remnants of a familiar perfume he couldn't name. She tensed beneath him and he could feel her chin forcefully trying to close the gap where his mouth was nuzzling her neck.
"Get -- off -- me!" she whispered in seeming anger, her arms still struggling from their pinned position against the sofa. "If you give me a hickey, I swear to God I'll kill you..."
He felt her close to breaking free from her pinned position and used both hands to force her back into the couch, giving him more leverage to drive his mouth further into her neck. Almost subconsciously, he felt his balls starting to grind against the waistband of her panties. He scraped his mouth up her cheek to an attempted kiss. She tightened her lips, not allowing his tongue to enter. He sat up and stared down at her, out of breath and painfully aroused.
"I'm not leaving until I get some satisfaction," he grunted between broken breaths.
"Go up and fuck your wife!" she snapped.
"I might... after I finish fucking you."
"I don't think so."
"Oh, but I do. All that teasing of yours got me all worked up." He pressed his mouth against hers.
Her struggle was getting more intense, which actually made him second-guess his intentions for how far he should try and take this little lesson. When he originally came downstairs his goal was simply to get her undressed, maybe pull her pants down, just to show her how easy it would be to overpower her. With her already in her panties he was faced with a decision of how far he should take it. In his heart he knew he wouldn't force her all the way, but he also wanted her to think twice before she taunted him again.
What surprised him the most was how much he was being turned-on by her resistance. The more she struggled beneath him, the harder he became. When tears started to well in her eyes he decided it had gone far enough. He leaned back to stand from the couch when he noticed her nipples. She had removed her bra before going to bed, leaving them visible through the tank top; but now they were undoubtedly erect, pressing against the thin material in a clear and obvious outline.
"You're getting turned on," he smiled.
"I am not... now get off me and I'll consider not telling my sister about this."
Again he combined her hands and held them down with his forearm as he inched his way further up her stomach. He reached behind with his free hand and traced the top of her panties until he found the waistband. Inching inside, he crossed the coarse pubic hair and pushed further to the top slit of her pussy. Her legs were squeezed together preventing him from delving deeper.
"Open your legs," he whispered.
"No!"
Her breathing had become irregular. While she was resisting him, he was pretty sure she could break free if she really wanted to. Cheryl could easily be described as a 'big-boned' girl, who, as she got older, would no doubt fall into the chubby category like her sister. But now, at the tender age of seventeen, it was those same genetics that made her figure more womanly than her teenage peers, with prominent curves in all the right places and a full bust that had not yet fallen prey to the pull of gravity. Bottom line, she was stronger than average. Her clearly visible nipples, combined with the fact that she hadn't squirmed away as things heated up made him curious.
He extended himself into a lying position, forcing a knee between her legs and using his thighs to grip one of hers and keep her still. His throbbing cock was warmly sandwiched between her hip and his belly. She struggled a bit, even let go a few grunts and strained noises, but again, seemed to be holding back. In the lying position, he was able to use his leg to force hers apart, enough that his hand could slide further under her panties.
"Seems to me, you're not being entirely truthful Cheryl... seems to me you're rather enjoying this..."
"I am not!" she grunted, turning her face away.
He pressed his hand down further between her legs to a point where his fingers grazed between the folds of her pussy to find they were wet and slippery. He couldn't see her facial expression, but noticed some twitches as he went further, twitches that rang of arousal.
His finger sank deeper until it had disappeared inside her. She let out a gentle moan and leaned her head back as he slid back and forth in a gentle thrust. He worked with one, then tried for two, but realized her body wasn't ready; he was moving too quickly.
"You're hurting me," she moaned, staring into his eyes.
He eased up and then pressed his finger deeper inside her, upping the pace of his single-finger thrusts as he felt her legs start to relax and begin to widen, her moans getting heavier.
"Is that better?" he whispered, carefully gauging her reactions.
She stayed quiet, closing her eyes and leaning her head back. His suspicions were confirmed when he felt her hips start to move against the thrusts of his hand. He considered letting up from her pinned position to see if she was ready to relinquish this masquerade of resistance, but thought it still too early. Steadily he fucked her with his finger, raising his mouth to her neck and gently sliding his lips back and forth against her jaw line. Her legs spread further and her entire body started to writhe against his arm in snake-like waves.
"You like to tease, don't you Cheryl?" he breathed into her ear.
She smiled and silently nodded yes, her body squirming beneath him as he continued to penetrate.
"And you like to tease me... don't you Cheryl?"
She turned to him, her mouth arching into a grin. "Oh yeah... it's fun," she gasped, closing her eyes.
When he sensed from her tension that her orgasm was approaching, he stopped, abruptly and without warning. Her eyes darted open and she turned to him, panting and ready to speak.
"More?" he asked tauntingly. The teaser had become the teased.
"You're raping me," she said in an irritated voice.
"Bullshit! You're mad because I stopped before you came."
She squeezed her eyes tight, like she was trying to determine what she should say next. When she opened them he could see the tears had formed again. It was then he remembered a comment Barbara had made about how her and Cheryl could cry on demand and how they did it often as a means of getting what they wanted from their parents.
In truth, while he was painfully turned-on, he could see how wrestling with a partially nude sister-in-law would only make things worse. The phony crying gave him one more reason to bring this lesson to an end.
"Well, I hope you can see what can happen when you tease the wrong guy," he said, starting to inch his body across hers.
She looked up at him as he started to stand from the couch, her eyes widening as she fixated on his hard-on, now swaying from side to side as he stumbled to find his footing.
"You bastard!" she lashed out, standing and slapping him across the face.
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