Taboo Passions- Sylvia & Zach

by Candy Quinn

  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.

  He kissed and nipped his way up her neck, moved to her ear where he tugged that tiny lobe between his teeth and enjoyed the sounds of her pleasure, of the wet noises between her legs as he stroked and teased her quim.

  “That’s it,” he husked, his dick still hard as steel against her ass as she bucked and ground against it.

  She was soaking the front of his pants with her sweet essence, her body rocking against it like she wanted nothing more in the world than his cock in her. And he couldn’t wait to finally stick it in. He just had to decide where...

  ~Chapter 23~

  It was too much. Her entire body was overloaded with sensation, and she’d lost track of how many times she’d cum. She was a panting, wet mess, and still she wanted more. She might’ve put the panties on, but she hadn’t gotten off since he’d teased her the night before. She didn’t want to reward such impure thoughts.

  Look what that got you, she thought to herself scornfully as she panted for breath, her head tilted so that he could kiss her neck.

  It was so wrong, but he felt so right, and she wasn’t even close to wanting to be done. There was a sliver of shame, though, that kept telling her to put an end to it before they went too far.

  But as his teeth nipped her neck, and another tremor went through her, she just wanted more.

  After all, it was everything she fantasized about Jacob, but… better. Her brother was crueler in how he controlled her, but he was so attentive. So much… better at pleasing her than even her fantasy man.

  As for looks, well… he was every bit the same big, hulking hunk that Jacob was. And then some. Only he shared the same family name as her, the same house, and called her ‘sis’ even as he got her off…

  Aside from that, Zach was making her dreams come true in ways she’d not dared or been able to think up.

  And those warm kisses and nips… they were such a sweet contrast to the way he pinned her down, controlled her, made her cum on his terms.

  She moaned again, and she knew she needed to have him. To feel what his cock was like. To feel him deep inside her, raw, hot, throbbing with need.

  She wanted to know what her body did to him. The body he’d always teased her for. She wanted to see it bring him more pleasure than he knew what to do with.

  But how could she beg for her brother to fuck her? Even if he had just got her off, she still had some shame. Some decency.

  He licked up her neck, growling a little before he took his weight off her. She was free to go, for that moment, and she knew she should take it. Run up to her room. If she was still so horny, she could take care of it. She could handle it herself.

  But instead she moved forwards, closer to him. She was trembling like a newborn lamb, but it didn’t stop her from grabbing for his belt.

  ~Chapter 24~

  Zach was nearly bestial with his desire, he could barely control himself with his sister. He had done a lousy job of it altogether in fact. Seeing her move in against him only prodded him on further, began to batter down his control. His plan to draw things out and savour his little sister over the next week…

  That was it, he decided, looking her over, her jeans down, panties to the side, top tugged up, looking like a hot, sexy mess.

  He had to have her.

  He reached down to his shirt, tugged it up off his body, revealing all those valleys and ridges of his abs and pecs, the bulging muscles that she’d seen before, but never quite like this. Not undulating with his lusty breathes, holding a light sheen as he brought his hands back down to work at his fly, get his pants undone… show her that immense bulge in his boxer-briefs.

  “You’re my pet for this next week,” he growled again, reinforcing that point upon her as he pushed his thumbs down the runners-v towards his groin, tugging his underwear down to let that hefty dick bob out.

  Proportionately as big as the man himself, it was a thick, rigid pole, pulsating with blood and desire, ribbed with prominent veins as it climbed up at a gentle curve towards his thick, purple crown.

  She’d never seen one up close. Or at least, not one so big. He could tell, with the way she moved in, trying to get a better look at it. All her lusty motions, the fact that she’d cum on his hand so many times, it couldn’t compare with the expression on his bratty sister’s face.

  It was awe.

  Seeing her there before him, helplessly his, he wanted nothing more than to pound her into the couch, fuck her raw and cum inside he
r again and again. But he was in control, he reminded himself. He’d make her work for it.

  “Suck it,” he commanded, reaching out after he tugged his jeans down those few inches more, let his heavy, cum-laden balls dangle freely. He grasped at her ponytail, tugged her in towards his dick. “Be a good pet, lick your treat.”

  It wasn’t what she expected, and that made him feel even better about his decision. He looked down on his sister as she glanced up at him, before her eyes returned to that throbbing pole in front of her.

  She was breathing harder already, and she reached out, so gingerly. So torturously slow.

  But then her hand was wrapped around his shaft, and she was looking at it like she barely knew what to do before she took her hand away.

  “I can’t do this,” she protested, but her eyes kept going back to his cock.

  “Yes you can,” he said, his back arched, broad shoulders angling down as he pulled her back in. “You can and you will. And when you’re done sucking my dick off, little sister…” he took such pleasure in torturing her with that title. It had no less of an effect upon him, that first chill of the taboo, but then it was followed by the excitement. The thrill.

  His dick twitched before her, bobbing with his excitement. The tip disgorging some slick, clear precum.

  “When you’re done,” he continued, licking his dry lips, “I’m going to pop you’re lil’ cherry and fuck you raw. Y’hear me?” he said, so bossy and commanding.

  He wished he was recording it all. The way her face contorted, like she wanted so badly to protest, but he knew she wanted it. She wanted him even more than he wanted her, he was positive of it. Hell, she’d probably been thinking of him as she got herself off the other day.

  The thought made his dick twitch, and he couldn’t hide the growl from her, so he covered it up, with a, “Now, princess.”

  ~Chapter 25~

  She leaned in at last, though the pull of his strong forearm at her head certainly helped. She stared at that big, bulging girth, so big compared to her tiny form, and wondered what depraved rabbit hole she was gone down… how he’d fit it all inside her once the time came.

  Though as her mind raced with such thoughts, instincts took over, and she licked her tongue along the underside of his shaft, tasted the musky flavour of his dick, right up to the tip, where his salty precum greeted her taste buds. Her first taste of cock.

  “There you go,” he said, his voice a half growl, half groan as his dick jumped with excitement.

  She’d just licked her brother’s dick.

  There was no way she was ever going to get over this. She’d likely need therapy for life.

  But even then, her face moved in, and that innocent little gymnast turned into a wanton whore. She was too horny for moralizing, for questioning if this was right or wrong. She brought her lips around his head like she’d seen the girls do in pornos, but it felt weird. She held him still, but she had no idea what she was doing.

  Luckily her brother seemed to know exactly what he wanted, because he gave the back of her head a nudge, pushing her down that thick length of his further, making her mouth stretch wide to accommodate all that meaty girth.

  It solicited a deep, throaty groan from him even. A satisfied noise that she’d coaxed from him!

  “Fuck sis,” he moaned out the words, tugging at her ponytail to draw her back, but then pushing her down around his dick again, deeper this time.

  She hated the fact that he kept saying that. She just wanted to forget how wrong it all was, but every time he said it, his cock jumped. He was getting off on it!

  But then, wasn’t she, too? She had to breathe through her nose, her entire body still so wired, and all she wanted was for him to cum. For him to fall prey to her own body, and put them both on even ground.

  She looked up at him as she went down his cock further, feeling him broach against the back of her throat.

  She’d never given a guy head before, never gone so far with any other man.

  But he tasted good, and before she could stop herself, she was getting really into it.

  Perhaps the sickest part was how he met her gaze back, and held it. Actually held it.

  His hand was in her hair, guiding her motions, but he stared down at her. That thin veneer of control being breached by the pleasure she was creating in him, the way he moaned… the way he looked at her. It was so… lustful. So hungry. Bestial. And yet… more.

  There were no words for it that she knew. She merely swirled her tongue around his shaft, took her little victories in how she made his massive, muscular form twitch, his lips moan, his balls bounce against her chin as she took him so deep.

  “Fuck, you’re a good lil’ cock sucker, sis,” he said, his eyes struggling to stay open as he watched her work his shaft.

  Even when she was blowing him, he still used that word so freely. She wanted to get him to the point he had no words. She wanted him to be as much a slave to pleasure as she was, and she redoubled her efforts.

  It was sloppy, and wet, and saliva dripped from her lips and along her chin as she fell into the tempo of his motions, his hand gripping her ponytail and guiding her. Showing her just how he liked his cock sucked.

  She worked his throbbing shaft, and all of a sudden… she saw the levee break. His eyes shut, and the control he exercised over her gave way. He was lost in his desire for her, lost in the pleasure she created. He was a slave to passion just as much as she was. She could see it, written on his handsome face, in the way his big, muscular form twitched and moved with such a lack of control.

  He had no words any longer, just moans, and grunts… masculine, animal sounds that made everything in porn sound so fake and cheesy by comparison to her.

  His dick swelled, and she knew she was working him oh so near. His balls no longer slapped her chin, and his shaft was stiffer, throbbing fuller, any moment ready to burst.

  It was bad how much she wanted it. Wanted him to cum in her mouth, just like he’d cum on her panties.

  And even though she’d gotten off so many times, already she was throbbing and wanting more. Her free hand snaked down between her legs and she prayed he wouldn’t notice as she began working her fingers over her clit.

  Praying wasn’t necessary though, her brother was long gone. Lost to the pleasures of her flesh as she sucked at his dick so wantonly, worked his meaty girth until…

  The flood came.

  Thick, creamy gouts of his virile spunk shot out into her mouth, lanced across her tongue, splattered against the roof of her mouth. He buckled over her a little, face contorted in pleasure as he emptied his loins right into his sister’s waiting maw. So many thick, creamy spurts of his seed to fill her up, again and again, so that she couldn’t swallow it down fast enough to keep up.

  She felt lucky he’d just jerked off that morning, because already he built up a load bigger than she could handle. It drooled from her lower lip, but something about it was... hot.

  Really hot.

  Just the fact that she’d made her brother cum in her mouth was enough to make her entire body sing and another orgasm crashed through her.

  So much for hiding it...

  ~Chapter 26~

  Zach was fuzzy headed and confused by the most powerful orgasm he’d ever experienced. His sister down on her knees, sucking him off had been such an intense experience, no other woman doing that to him could compare.

  Yet as he slowly came down from his high, the last of his jizz spurting out into her mouth, he forced his eyes open to gaze down at his sister, watching her finger herself into another orgasm right before him. Cum drooling from her mouth as she quaked with pleasure, having gotten off on blowing him.

  “You sick lil’ pet, sis,” he said, his voice all gravelly and harsh from his climax. “Fuck you want your brother’s big cock so bad, don’t you,” he taunted, shivering a little with delight as he plucked his cock from her mouth, leaving her panting and drooling his seed as he slapped his dick to her lips.


  Nothing could compare to seeing her like that. Used by him, and still begging for more. She was better than any groupie slut he could imagine.

  Especially since she slept right down the hall from him.

  He could slip in so easily to her room, and take her, whenever he pleased. The thought brought another throb of life to his cock as her hand went to his hip. She didn’t bother hiding it anymore, how much she craved him. Instead she just barely held herself aloft as she quivered, her fingers slowing their petting as she came down off another high.

  And yet when her eyes met his again, he could see the desire in them. The raw need.

  She wasn’t getting what she truly needed to get off, and she moved away. Not afraid. Not trying to run. No, she moved enough so that she stripped off her pants and her used panties, crawling onto the couch facing away from him, and spreading her knees so that her pretty, pink flower parted for him.

  Everything was coming together perfectly. Zach was going to claim his sister, and plow into her with such an intense fury. He got in behind her, kicking off his pants and socks entirely before he took hold of her dainty hips.

  She was such a little princess, so tiny and porcelain, and he gave a low, gravelly rumble of desire as he watched his still rock-hard dick come up towards her little cunny. That puffy flower reddened with desire, but still so tiny compared to his dick.

  He pointedly let his shaft throb and smack against her wet slit, teased her by rubbing along her labia, up against her clit. So agonizingly close to piercing her virginity…

  He wanted to tease her a little, and was thankful his youthful virility and desire for her made it easy to stay hard. Her tight little ass wiggled, and though she wasn’t saying anything, he knew she was begging for him to take her innocence.

  “Mine,” he growled, and just as he brought the flared crown to her entrance, ready to pop her cherry, they heard the sound of shoes on the porch just outside the front door, and the exterior lights turned on.