Punishing the Brats

“Of course we will, darling. I want to be with you always.”

Chastity thought about it. “Then why don’t we make weekends our little bonding trips? I don’t think Mum will mind.”

He grinned at her, before bringing her in for another tight hug, and kissing her hard on her lips. “I think that’s a great idea, Chastity. But, there’s something else on my mind right now.”

She looked down at his crotch, and saw that his cock was still rock hard. “Daddy!” she said, wrapping her fingers around his thick tool.

“Baby,” he groaned, holding the side of her face with one hand and kissing her. “It’s all you.”

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18

Taboo Passions: Sylvia & Zach (Complete)

By Candy Quinn

Sylvia

“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.