Taboo Passions (Sylvia & Zach 1-3)

Zach looked her over, her top still pulled up and her breasts exposed from beneath her turtleneck. It didn’t seem like she’d even bothered to pull on her pants, and they lay on the floor at the foot of her bed.

He crept in, closing the door softly behind him, but she didn’t jolt or startle at all.

His breathing increased. She looked so vulnerable. His eyes trailed her lean body, over her toned thighs and along the flat of her belly. She had a gymnast’s body, of course, and he never really took the time to appreciate just what that meant.

He’d always teased her for her flat chest, but looking at the sweet, perky things topped with those stiff little nipples was making his cock throb in his pants. She always looked like her nips were a little hard, even as she slumbered.

She made a soft moan and shifted, and for a second he thought she might’ve woken up, but she simply adjusted herself and pet her little pussy before stilling once more.

He walked in a few steps, watching her intently. The way her ribs poked through a little, and he watched as they rose and fell with her slumbering breath. He was throbbing harder as he neared her.

She was totally at his mercy.

Even more than when she’d been begging for him to spear her and take her virginity. He’d been so damn close.

But he knew that if he touched her, she’d wake up. And if she woke up, maybe she’d change her mind.

Unless she woke up in the right mood, he reasoned. So he started to strip off his clothes again, tearing away that shirt to reveal his rock hard pecs and abs, those thick muscles bulging hard and delightfully tanned. He tossed his top to the floor of her bedroom, then hooked his thumb into his jeans as he undid the zipper. They were gone in a couple swift motions, letting that thick, veiny shaft spring out, standing out at attention before him as his heavy sac dangled beneath him.

He closed the distance between them and could smell her scent so heavy in the air. She smelled so damn sweet. He leaned down, settling his heavy body on the foot of the bed, waiting in stillness for her to readjust.

And just as she did, her legs parted and he could smell her even more, and he leaned in, inhaling that scent.

He’d watched her get off, she’d given him a blow job, and he’d made her cum. But now, sitting there and watching her sleep, all he wanted to do was taste her. To make her wake up, feeling so pleasured and horny that she couldn’t do anything but jump his bone and ride him raw.

After all, there was a chance she’d changed her mind. That she’d gotten frightened off by almost getting caught and now wouldn’t want to go all the way. But with his face in her pussy?

How could she resist?

He leaned in, lowering himself as smoothly as he could. He wasn’t as graceful or agile as her, with his footballer’s body, but this was important and he couldn’t fuck it up.

Everything rode on seducing his younger sister. He wanted her so damn bad, wanted to feel her slender little body beneath him, wrapped all around him. So he got down, hooked his pointer finger into her panties and gently tugged them aside, exposing her puffy little cunny lips, still wet and glistening. Still smelling of her arousal.

He admired their beauty, how delicate and lovely they appeared, then without a thought, he simply leaned in, and extended his tongue, licking along her slit from bottom to top, tasting her honey as his eyes shut and he gave a low little groan of excitement.

He’d never done that before, not for any of his other ‘girlfriends’ or groupies. Never wanted to.

But hearing that sweet moan from his sister’s lips was like heaven, though she didn’t quite wake. Not fully.

Her eyes fluttered, but then she stilled once more, and he moved in, tasting that bare, virginal slit once more.

His two big hands grasped her thighs, spread her slender legs as he got down to eat that pretty, pink pussy. He was ravenous for her, he realized. She was like a beautiful meal at a five star restaurant, and he suddenly felt like he hadn’t eaten in a week.

His tongue lashed at her gash, tasting her, then up to tease at her little clit, nudge the hood about it back and flick its sensitive bud. He wanted to toy with her initially, but his every action was driven by desire and hunger once he got going.

He always felt like he had it under control, that he had his urges under control, until her.

Then he was a wild beast.

She moaned again, her hips lifting towards him, begging for more with her body, even as she only slowly woke. Her dark lashes fluttered a bit faster as that golden halo of hair around her head was mussed by the pillow.

She’d frigged herself into unconsciousness, but Zach was determined to take advantage of that. To please her pretty little body until she was panting and begging for him again. He wanted her desperate for him, so he could make it happen with her, and be the one to truly take her virginity once and for all.

He licked her pussy with such fervor, again and again, his energy unabated as he ate her twat and kept a firm hold upon her pale, ivory legs.

She was starting to moan so loud, and he was glad they were the only ones home. Surely someone would hear the way she was panting out those sweet little ‘yes’es. For her it was all just a sweet and very real dream, but for him, it was heaven. Trapped between those lithe thighs, eating her out...

It’s something he’d never have admitted to doing, eating out a girl, and he supposed if he was going to be eating out anyone, it better be his sister. Who was she going to tell?