Taylor. Just Taylor.

"You," Zack croaked.

Taylor smiled. "Oh I know my Zack, but what-- ohh!"

Her feet left the floor behind as Zack stood. Instinctively, Taylor threw herself around his hips and shoulders, and Zack bent slightly backward to counter her weight. Her drenched panties rubbed against his partial hardness, and her brain went foggy. She bucked. And bucked. And bucked.

"I think I know what you need," Zack gasped. She moaned into his ear.

Zack's feat of strength was fleeting, fueled by sheer adrenaline with on drained batteries. Taylor's ministrations kept him powered enough to settle her into the recliner by the couch, and as he pulled away, she hung onto his arm.

"I know... me too. Hold on." Zack felt Taylor's grasp slacken enough for him to head to the couch. He tore the cushions away and reached inside. The bed sprung out, and Zack turned only to be tackled to the mattress.

Taylor's mind had snapped. She amazed herself that she was able to keep her resolve this long, especially after, well, receiving him. His sudden anticipation of her and willingness to express himself was far too much. Her goal of providing a space for him to grow was obviously attained. Now, she couldn't stop herself.

She encapsulated him, arms and legs crossing every rise and indent of his form. Their lips met in a fury, roaring through the blue flames of their gaze. His arms flew about her like bees around a flower, landing on her back, her ass, her breasts, her thighs. His touch was a virtuoso’s, each tap and strum playing a precise and exact note echoed in her voice. The grace of their compatibility underlined a deep, almost telepathic connection that had manifested. She writhed harder, reaching out, yearning for completeness, and he understood.

It was there. He was there. Her panties had vanished, dematerialized at some point in their fray and had reappeared on the floor. She regarded them slightly, their last barrier, before they crossed into the realm that siblings never actively explore.

Taylor gaped. His hands slipped down her hips while her nails raked his chest. Their alignment was perfect. She eased downward.

She could cry. Maybe she was, that would explain why Zack had reared up and held her head close to his shoulder. She sniffed and caught him in her blurry, wet gaze. Pain and uncertainty were broadcast on his face, and she cursed herself for being selfish. They may be able to understand each other, but maybe she pushed him too much.

"Tay..." Zack began, silenced by her soft lips. She moved with it. He thrust back. Another kiss came with another motion, and another reciprocal thrust. Each time, their strength increased, and soon, there were no more tears, no more uncertainty. Only love, unbridled and urgent.