Taboo Passions (Sylvia & Zach 1-3)

~Chapter 1~

“Stop it!” she shrieked, running towards her step-brother and trying to tackle him to the ground.

He was too fast, though, and laughed on the phone, keeping it away from her. It didn’t help that he was over six feet tall and she was five-foot-nothing. Or that she was a gymnast and he was on the football team. He weighed at least two of her!

“Naw, Jacob, she’s been talking about you all day,” Zach said into the phone and Sylvia blanched.

“I was not!”

Zach laughed again, moving away from Sylvia, tormenting her about having a crush on his best friend. They were both on the team together, and Sylvia didn’t miss a single game despite the fact that she hated her brother, and that she hated football almost as much.

Zach dodged out of the way of her next jump as she tried to steal the phone away, his hand going to her collarbone and holding her just out of the way. It was juvenile, despite the fact that they were both heading to college in the next four months.

They were both eighteen, their birthdays only three days from one another, but they fought like kids ever since their parents married five years ago.

“Zach, stop,” she pleaded, her slim, pale arms reaching out for the phone again and again as he held her in place. Then, suddenly, he let her go and ran to the side, up the stairs and into his bedroom, quickly locking it behind him.

“Crap,” Sylvia sighed, her face contorted as she head up the stairs to her own bedroom and flung herself on the bed.

It was still decorated like she was a little girl. When her mother had decided to move in with Zach’s father, she was only thirteen and, as a way to convince Sylvia to agree, she’d painted it a bright pink. Her furniture was all white, all of the sheets and pillows a pale pink colour to fit in.

Part of Sylvia wanted to replace it all, but she knew that in a couple months she’d be gone from College, and she’d be forced to act her age. So why shouldn’t she just enjoy the little time she had left to be a princess?

It was a stupid fantasy, of course. That her brother’s friend would sweep her off her feet, get her pregnant and give her an excuse to leave gymnastics. It was too competitive, and every year it got a little bit harder to improve. Stressing out about competing and improving herself was not the future she had in mind for herself.

She turned onto her side on the bed, clutching the pink pillow to her head and she wondered what Jacob was thinking about what Zach had told him.

It was still daylight, but Sylvia’s blue eyes closed and her hand went between her thighs. It wasn’t right, it wasn’t proper — especially not during the middle of the afternoon — but Sylvia couldn’t deny that the thought of Jacob ‘rescuing’ her didn’t turn her on. And if she needed to touch herself a little to calm down, then that was what she was going to do.

Her golden hair fanned out around her face, left down from her usual bun, and gave her a bit more comfort.

The door was closed, her parents out, and Zach was in his own room. It was as close to privacy as she ever got.

Sylvia was still a virgin, but she knew how to stay that way. She would’ve given it up to the first guy who looked at her if it wasn’t for the fact that she’d learned how to masturbate young. Learned all about her body and the way she wanted to be touched.

It helped, too, that a careless store clerk had let her buy a vibrator from the sex store in town. Or maybe the woman just understood how much young women needed to get off more than she understood the laws to prevent them to.

Either way, Sylvia reached into her hiding place, and took hold of the egg shaped device.

Her slim body stretched out over the bed, getting herself comfortable. It was late spring, so all she wore was a simple t-shirt and her jean shorts. It was a nice, lazy Sunday, and she wasn’t even wearing her bra. Though Zach would always hatefully remind her that she didn’t need one.

The size of her chest didn’t matter, she told herself. It was just as responsive as any other, and she brushed her fingers over her breast then, through the soft material of her shirt. Just with that, her nipples hardened in response, and it made her lips quirk into a smile.

She was proud of that. She didn’t know why, but it just pleased her knowing she was so easily aroused. Her legs parted, and she turned the egg-vibrator on, bringing it first to her left breast. She pressed it onto her nipple, letting the vibrations go through her and made her mouth part with a soft moan.

She knew she still had to be quiet. Zach’s room was at the other end of the hall, but she was between his room and the bathroom, so she bit down on her lip.

In her mind, she conjured up the image of Jacob, with his slick black hair and his devilish grin. He had pointed canines, and always looked like he was up to something. Totally different than her, with her pink bedroom and her dreams of being a mother.

It wasn’t like he was really a bad-boy, though he did smoke pot and got drunk a few times. Not that Sylvia ever went to those wild house parties, but she saw him and Jacob come home more than a few times plastered.

Sylvia gripped her other breast through her t-shirt before she instead shifted, taking it off. It was getting in the way.

Free, her pinkish nipples poked upwards, off the soft little mounds of her breasts. She was almost flat chested, with just small, pert breasts, but lying on her back made it look like she had almost nothing there.

It bugged the shit out of her, not that she’d ever confess that to anyone. That was one reason why she wanted to get pregnant so bad, so that they’d swell up a bit more. Being a gymnast kept her body fat incredibly low, and getting out of that would also help swell them up some more too, she reckoned.

She tweaked the nipple and let out a soft moan before she could stop herself. She liked it a bit rough, and she tugged it again, this time a bit harder.

Her pussy throbbed, and she licked her lips, beginning to get into the act. Fantasizing that it was Jacob pulling her nipple into his fingers, tugging it so hard it hurt a little before letting it bounce back.

She couldn’t stifle another moan, so she instead hit the switch on her stereo, turning on some music just loud enough to drown out her pleasure. She really wanted to enjoy it.

She moaned as she pressed the egg between her thighs, over the denim of her jean shorts. It numbed a lot of the sensation, though, and it only took her a second to decide she needed to be rid of those too.

She shimmied out of them, bringing down her panties as well. She was completely shaved, on account of her sport. It wouldn’t do well to have any hair sticking out of her leotard, after all.

Besides, just after she’d done it the first time, she’d found the sensation she got when masturbating was so much stronger. Even if she didn’t have to, she’d keep herself bare, just for that.

Teasing herself with her finger, drawing out some of that slick juice, she moaned again and her nipples tightened.

She’d already decided the next time she went to the sex store, she wanted to get nipple clamps, to see how they felt. She’d nicked two clothes pins from the laundry room, though, and they were waiting in the drawer next to her.

As she lowered the vibrating egg towards her teen pussy, she wondered if she should try them then. She was already so horny, so needy, and her mind was fogged with thoughts of Jacob finding her like this: touching her sweet, pink pussy on her bed. So she reached out, fumbling open the drawer and retrieved the two clothes pins. She brought them to her stomach, touching the vibration directly to her cunny.

It was like sweet, blissful relaxation and she moaned louder, the sound of the music helping to drown out her moans. She left the clips on her tight, flat stomach as she brought a hand up to her nipples, tugging at it hard, trying to get it as stiff as possible.

Then she grabbed for one of the clothespins, and, with the vibrator shoved firmly against her clit, she clipped it on her nipple.

The sensation was too much, though, and she screamed in shock. Her thighs clenched around the vibrating egg, and she tried to undo the clip but just then she felt such an intense sensation go through her that she was entirely helpless to stop.

It was as if all the orgasms she’d ever had throughout the years had culminated in that one moment, and even though she knew she had to be quiet, she couldn’t stop it. Gasps for breath as her back arched and her nipple ached with such fierce sensation.

Her pussy throbbed a bright red colour, looking so puffy from her arousal as she came. She could fight it no more than she could fight gravity.

~Chapter 2~

It was inevitable that Zach would come to check up on her after that scream. When he opened the door, he couldn’t have expected the sight.

His pale, thin sister, writhing on the bed with one nipple pinned by a clothespin, her pussy gushing warm juices onto the pale, pink bedspread, all as some upbeat pop song sounded in the background.