Taboo Passions (Sylvia & Zach 1-3)

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nbsp; He had her pinned, so it really wasn’t her fault, right? It wasn’t her fault she was giving into him, that she was so turned on she thought she might cum if he just touched her clit one more time. Her legs spread as she felt his cock grow, and her breathing was so high in her chest she could barely get any oxygen.

And then his fingers grabbed around her nipple, just as he’d tried to through her turtleneck, but this time he clasped on. It was the same one she’d put the clothes pin on, and it made her squeal. He’d watched her. He’d seen her in her bedroom, when she was alone and in private.

Was that what started everything? Him seeing her getting off?

She gasped, her hips bucking without her permission, and she was so fucking close and he took his hand away. She looked up at him with wide eyes, anxiety running through her mind. Why’d he stop?

Instead of giving her that pleasure she craved so dearly, he grinned at her, malicious and controlling. He was in the driver’s seat, and he pulled everything to a crashing halt.

“Beg for it,” he commanded, staring into her eyes so intensely as he teased her. He gave a twist of her nipple, and that alone was almost enough to make her fly over that edge, but with each passing moment he wasn’t touching her poor, untended pussy it grew less and less likely.

But it was wrong. He was her brother, and she shouldn’t be letting him touch her like this. But she wanted it, so bad. She wanted to know what it would feel like, his big cock spreading her open. She pressed her breast into his hand, grinding against his cock with her ass harder.

Her breathing was so shallow, and for a moment, she found herself even wanting him back there. It was wild, crazy thinking, but it didn’t matter. She was so turned on that she’d lost all her grip on reality.

She’d just do it, this once. Just one time. Then their parents would be home, and they’d go back to normal.

She locked eyes with him, her breathing so hard. What did his dick look like? She licked her lips at the thought, not even really noticing it as she kept her eyes on his.

~Chapter 22~

Her voice was so quiet he could barely hear, but he knew what she said.

“Make me cum.”

Just like the haughty princess to make it sound more like a command than a beg.

He was so eager to touch her more, to work her little body like an instrument, that his fingers immediately went back to that molten little quim of hers. But that tone of voice… he couldn’t tolerate that. Couldn’t let her think she got one over on him. Not at any expense.

“Please,” he said, his fingers touching her flesh, but not moving… not giving her anything but that taunting contact. The feel of his throbbing dick against her ass. “Beg for it, princess. Or else…” His fingers strayed up along her slit, then across her bare, smooth mons… away from her needful cunny.

She whimpered, made the softest little sound. He loved how demure she seemed to be, how much this must be killing her inside, knowing he had all the control over her.

But her need to get off was more than her need to be a prissy little brat, it seemed, because as his wet fingertips wiped their juices along her lower tummy, she spoke.

“Please, Zach.” Oh, those sweet words in that docile tone. “Please just get me off.”

“Okay sis,” he said, blatantly throwing in her face their relation, how sick and taboo it was as he slid his fingers back down her belly to her little cunny and began to work his fingers around her clit. He’d been with more than a few women after all, and he knew what he was doing.

Though perhaps more brazenly than how he teased her cunny and pinched her nipple, was how he leaned into her neck, breathed his hot warm, breath upon her pale skin, then kissed and suckled at her flesh so intimately.

That was the ticket, apparently, because the moment his mouth was on her throat, his fingers pinching her nipple and rubbing her clit, she bucked.

He knew what was happening, but still, to see and feel it unfold, his body pressed against hers, was another thing altogether. Her body stiffened, and then he felt the tremors go through her as she lost all control.

She was cumming on his hand, both of them spitting in the face of their forbidden lusts.

The warm wash of her climax across his fingers was devilishly delightful. He took such relish in it, in the notion of getting his deviant little sister off on the family sofa. He held her in his thick, bulging arms, felt her twitching body writhe beneath him as she squealed and panted, losing all control to him.

He gave her tiny little pink nipple a twist, tugged it away from her chest and let it snap back only to flick it. His teeth nipped into her neck and he kept up a full body assault on her, one thing after another, refusing to let the sensations all die down.

She was quickly becoming his mewling little pet, and as she squirmed away from him, the sensations starting to overwhelm her, he kept her in place. Holding her, making her embrace the pleasures he was bestowing on her.

Her scream would’ve woke the neighbours if it weren’t so early in the evening still, he was certain of it. It was even louder than the one she’d made when she was getting off on her bed, all by her lonesome, to say the least.

None of her lithe, gymnast grace helped her wriggle free of him this time. She was too busy writhing in pleasure as he held her in his grasp. Too busy being overwhelmed by what he was doing to her to think rationally about how she might escape.