Tainted Love

Ok so I'm finally updating w00h00! I'm still pissed that I got reported…twice….if I get reported I'm never coming back to this cursed website again --

Disclaimer: no I don't own DBZ/GT…… (Raises fist into air) one day Akira…one day…

"Your lips upon my lips

Can you just picture this?

Your fingertips on my fingertips

Your skin upon my skin

Would be the sweetest sin

That would be the sweetest sin"

"Mother?" pan hollered as she entered Bulma's study.

"Yes baby?" she answered as she looked through many shelves of books.

Pan figured her mom was probably researching for a new invention, which was usually always.

"Do you remember when me and you left?"

"Yes panny, and it's you and I, not me and you."

"Why did I have to come with you?"

Pan knew the answer to this, but she wanted more than just the miniscule amount of knowledge that she harbored. She wanted to hear it, she wanted her mother to confirm this fact and maybe add more detail to her thoughts.

"Because sweetie you were much too young to stay with the rest of these barbarians." Bulma giggled, not taking her eyes away from her search.

"Mom, both you and I know that's not the reason why we left. I was fifteen, far old enough to take care of myself." Retorted pan cunningly.

Bulma stiffened. She slowly began descending the tall, wooden ladder then turned to face her daughter.

"Because, you being in your first heat and staying here would have been dangerous, you were already showing this when your father found you…with trunks." Her eye contact broke as she said this.

Pan thought about this. Yes that was quite the embarrassing situation, maybe even disgraceful, but dangerous? How could that be dangerous? It's not like they were caught fucking each other!

"Mom, that makes no sense! It wasn't anything serious! It was just due to our heats and even then how could it be dangerous?"

"What if you would have bonded pan!" bulma shouted.

"Were brother and sister no matter what we couldn't bond, even if we wanted to?"

At this, bulma's eyes widened and she hastily left the room, leaving pan baffled and dumbfounded.

"Was it something I said?" pan ask out loud, wide eyed with confusion.

Pan had spent all day thinking of her mother. What a weird reaction to the statement of a simple, well known fact?

Pan thoughts continued as she snuggled under her warm comforters.

Her thinking suddenly turned on Trunks.

"And what's up with him! God I hate the feeling that people are keeping shit from me!"

Her rage and curiosity finally got the better of her as her tired, fed-up mind drifted into slumber

Pans eyes opened. She had a horrible, tingling sensation in between her legs and the sudden need for Trunks. The type of need that if she didn't see him soon she would burst into tears, similar to the feeling you get when you wake up from a bad dream.

She slid out of her bed and slowly felt her way to the other side of the long hallway that led to trunks's wing. She came to the door that led to his bedchamber and slowly slipped in.

She could feel trunks looking at her as she walked closer to his bed.

"Panny?"

She could feel his worried ki as he waited for a response.

"Trunks can I sleep with you?" she said as she slipped under the sheets

"Of course you can."

She could sense the sudden change of worry to relief as she snuggled into trunk's arms.

As she lie there in the warmth of her brother's arms, the craving between her legs and the need she had, growing instead of declining since she joined his side, came to the conclusion that she wanted him, she desired him, she needed him!

"Trunks…I know were siblings…but I can't hold it in anymore…I want you, no, I need you."

She leaned in to a soft kiss, slowly sliding her tongue in between trunks's lips allowing him to search every crevasse of her mouth. She had to admit; he was a very good kisser.

Soon his hands began to roam the regions of her curvaceous body. Lower and lower they crept until they finally found the hem of her silk night gown and quickly he tore it over her head leaving her bear chested, of course she didn't care. Let him look, let him gaze upon her body all that he wanted to.

In the back of her mind though, she screamed against what she just thought.

"Wait this isn't me! Why should I let him look at me! He's my brother! Oh my god, we just kissed! Oh my god he's feeling me and touching me as if I were his mate…" her thoughts were put on pause however, as she met his eyes after they had crawled up every last inch of her naked body. They began another passionate kiss. This one was different though; they battled, battled for dominance. Pan quickly wins this battle as she creeps onto his torso, straddling his waist as her upper half dangles tauntingly over his face. He gently pulls her down to him, allowing her bosoms to meet the slickness of his tongue. He roused the immense feeling of his tongue and teeth on her delicate nipples. Small spasms jerked down her spine and through her groin as he continued his assault on her tender breasts. She began to moan in ecstasy as he masterfully bit and sucked at just the right pressure. After many moments of this she abruptly stops him and smiles slyly. She wasn't gonna let him have all the dominance now was she. Oh no, her saiyin genes would not allow this. Her small hands slip under the band of his underwear and then she tugs them off, carelessly throwing them over her shoulder. She slides down his stomach until she reaches his pubic line where she gives one final devious grin before she engulfed him. She could tell by the sudden upward arch of his hips that he was in complete rapture. Up and down her mouth went as it rode his shaft in blissful waves. She began committing torturous tongue rolls just to remind him of who was in control. She felt the beginning of his climax as his muscles tightened and pulsed under her touch. Soon she felt spasms running through his body as he came. She milked him as he rode off his high. For that moment in time, it did not matter that they were brother and sister, that it was forbidden by god and country, that they had destroyed the sanctity of love. No, all that mattered was this moment, this one instant that both boy and girl felt complete, and not just complete with in themselves, but with each other.