Taboo Passions (Sylvia & Zach 1-3)

She wanted answers, and she wasn’t willing to have him blow her off. She couldn’t believe he didn’t even look half-way mortified! If he’d found her vibrator or something, she’d have died of embarrassment.

“That’s not true and you know it, Zach!”

~Chapter 18~

Zach had a knack for hiding his feelings. Like most men it was kinda beat into him through life. But that was put to the test there, with his sister following him, demanding to know why her panties were in his room.

He was mortified, his cheeks burning red though he did his best to hide that by walking into the living room, away from her.

He was so overwhelmed by it and his struggle to come up with an excuse, it took him a while to do the obvious.

“Wait,” he said, spinning around on her, jabbing his free hand at her chest, right beneath her neck away from her breasts. “You were rootin’ around in my room?!” he said, all anger and indignation, purely in an effort to deflect. “Where do you get off?!” he demanded, but immediately regretted the wording.

It conjured up memories of her climaxing upon her bed, or him getting off into her panties.

She must’ve caught on too, because she looked like she was about to say ‘gotcha!’

But something was holding her back. They were staring at each other, all glares and indignation, both of them at a loss for words as his statement lingered between them.

Heat started to creep up along her cheeks from beneath her dark turtleneck. Her blonde hair was pinned back, and still she looked so adorable.

He had to stop thinking of her this way when he was trying to be pissed!

Her hands were still on her hips, but she was the first to flinch her gaze away.

“I know you took them,” she said, her tone a bit softer.

Zach let the slice of pizza drop onto the coffee table, completely callously. He wiped his hand off on his pants and reached out with his other hand to grasp her shoulder.

“What? You sure you’re just not caught up in one of your dirty lil’ fantasies?” he said so accusatory, wanting to throw it in her face that he’d seen what she was doing. Saw how kinky she could be on her own time. Though he didn’t quite know how to bring that up without making himself lose all focus. It was a dangerous topic for his mind to wander to.

“My dirty fantasies?” his sister scolded, looking at him aghast. “You’re the one jerking off into my panties! My favourite panties, no less! Now they’re completely soiled!”

Zach was fuming. She’d said it so blatantly, embarrassed him so profusely, and his only reaction to that as a man… get angry.

“You sure you didn’t cook that up in your head, you lil’ perv? Oh I know what you do, clampin’ your nipples and shit!” and then in his outrage, he did something incredibly ill-advised. He reached out to tweak her nipple in a pinch.

Her cheeks flushed at his words, but at that brazen pinch, all he found was her thickly padded bra. He could’ve sworn they looked bigger, but it was hard to tell in that turtleneck.

But the action was done, and he didn’t even get to feel that tight little nipple in his finger. He’d been robbed, and she looked indignant.

“Zach!” she practically squeaked, her breathing so hard he thought she might pass out for a second. She took a step back, and for a moment it looked like she was going to turn and run up to her room once more, but she didn’t. Instead she stared at him.

With that the two of them had aired some damn dirty laundry, and both stared at the other, unsure of what to say or do.

The pause felt like an eternity, where neither knew what to say. But Zach tightened his grip on her shoulder at last, and licked his lips. He leaned in close to her, his voice low and gravelly.

“Did you clean ‘em up?” he asked.

He was so close he could smell the cinnamon off her breath, the little bit of fiery sweetness. It suited her that day.

Her blue eyes were cloudy as she stared up at him, and he wondered what she was thinking. If she’d smelled them, if the sight of them had gotten her horny.

Oh, he hoped it got her horny.

Mad, fine, but he wanted her hot and turned on for him.

“I didn’t find them until after I’d done the laundry,” she said, sidestepping the direct answer and giving him an indirect one.