by Selena Kitt
I frowned. Considering my own response to her outfit, I could imagine the general masculine consensus in the pub. "Maybe not," I said, changing my mind. "I'd go with the trouser suit."
She made a face. "It's too dowdy—I look like your mum in that. This is a date, not a job interview."
"So?" I sat up and looked at her body filling out the clothes. "It's—it's sophisticated. Guys like that."
She snorted. "Guys like skin. I think I'm showing enough, don't you?"
I cleared my throat. "You've got a ladder in your tights." I pointed to it, high up on her thigh. It must have started near the gusset and worked its way down.
"Bugger!" she swore, twisting to look. "Oh, hell. I just won't wear any."
I watched as she kicked off her heels, pulling her skirt up to her waist and sliding the tights down over her knickers. The fake tan material revealed the creamy, smooth white skin of her thighs and calves as she worked them down. Her knickers were red, too, with white lace edging, riding up into the crack of her arse.
"Dawn!" I exclaimed, sounding shocked, or rather, trying to sound shocked.
She grinned back at me, the tights in her hand, slipping her heels back on. "What? It's not anything you haven't seen, right?"
"What if my mum comes up?" I hissed, watching her wiggle her skirt back down her hips.
Dawn glanced toward the stairway. "She wouldn't think anything." Smiling at me, she advanced into the room, standing by me near the bed. "After all, we're supposed to act like brother and sister, right? That would be..." She put her foot up between my legs on the bed, nudging my crotch with her shoe. "Wrong...wouldn't it?"
I was staring straight up her skirt, past the swell of her thighs, right at the swollen gusset of her knickers. "Dawn, you can be really crude sometimes." I pushed her leg away and stood up. "Clear off!"
She sighed, tossing her thick blonde hair over her shoulder. She paused to look into the mirror over my bureau. "I like this one." She turned sideways again, assessing her profile.
"Yeah." I leaned against the wall with a sigh, crossing my arms over my chest. "Me, too."
"I knew you did." She turned back to me, looking chuffed with herself. "Ken will like it."
"That twit?" I tossed myself back on my bed, grabbing my book and pretending to read.
"He is not!"
I looked at her over my book. "I just think you should mention it."
She looked over her shoulder at me, narrowing her eyes. "Mention what?"
"You might want to let him know that he's really missed."
She turned fully to me now, lips thin, arms crossed. "David, don't be obtuse."
I grinned, turning over on my belly, dismissing her. "Since, you know, some village somewhere is being totally deprived of their idiot."
She made an angry sound in her throat and I waited for her to tackle me but she didn't. Instead, she walked out and slammed my door hard enough to shake the wall.
I listened to her go down the stairs and heard the murmur of her talking to my mum and dad. So she was going out to the pub—dressed like a tart. Still, why should it be any concern of mine? What the hell was wrong with me?
I went back to reading my book, but I didn't realise how intently I was paying attention to what was going on downstairs until I heard her best friend, Laurie's, voice for a moment, and then it was quiet again after the front door closed. Dawn had hooked up with all the old crowd. Laurie had been one of the kids who played Orange and Lemons with us when Dawn used to live here.
But now they were gone. That was when I stopped grinding my teeth and my jaw relaxed for the first time in an hour. I rubbed at it—it ached—and for some reason all I could imagine was what Dawn looked like with her foot wedged against my crotch.
* * * *
"David?"
I woke up with a grunt, hearing my name being hissed from beside the bed. It was dark, but I could make out her outline in the moonlight coming through the window. She was on her hands and knees, crawling toward me.
"Dawn?" I felt her find the bed with a thud.
"Ow." She whimpered.
"Christ!" I reached for her, groping in the dark. My hand found her arm, helping her up into the bed. "What are you doing?"
"Ta," she said, thanking me. I could smell the alcohol on her now. "It's a long way when you're legless."
"Shhhh!" I looked toward my door. I was listening for my Mum or Dad but didn't hear them. "C'mon, let's get you to bed."
"That's where I am." She crawled up against me in the dark and pressed me down, snuggling up against my bare chest. "Hey, you sleep naked! When did you start that?"
"Since I was fourteen," I whispered. "Keep your voice down, Dawn."
"I am." She kissed my shoulder. "You feel good."
"Okay." I tried to untangle her limbs from mine. "You are pretty well lashed, and I think this is a bad idea. C'mon, let's go."
"Noooo!" She slid her bare foot up the inside of my calf. She'd lost her heels somewhere, I noticed, but I could feel the skirt and blouse pressed against me, her body full and warm underneath, flushed from the alcohol. "Don't make me go."
"I think you'd better." I tried to sit, but she was clinging to me too tightly.
"I'll scream," she whispered into my ear, her breath hot against my neck.
"You will not." I edged my way out from under her.
I heard her intake of breath and knew she really meant to do it. What was wrong with her? Panicked, I rolled onto her, finding her mouth with my hand in the dark and pressing it there, hard.
"Button it!" I hissed, feeling her wiggling and squirming underneath me. Her skirt was riding high up and I felt her bare thighs against mine, her skin like velvet.
"Unbutton it," she murmured when I moved my hand away from her mouth, her fingers working her blouse from top to bottom between us. She pulled her shirt open, sliding her breasts against my chest, back and forth. Her nipples were hard, her breath hot with alcohol against my face, her hands roaming over my back. Why was she coming onto me like this all of a sudden? I didn’t get it.
"Dawn," I whispered, and I knew she could feel my cock growing against her leg, insisting that my denial was empty. "Please, let's just—"
"I've been thinking about this all night." Her hands slid down my arse and she ground her hips up and wrapped her legs around me. "I can't think about anything but your prick—how big and hard you get for me and how much I want you."
I groaned softly against her neck, my cock finding its way between her legs somehow, pressed right up to the soft, satiny red gusset of her knickers as she rocked herself beneath me.
"Please, David." She was reaching her hand down between her legs, and I felt her pulling her knickers aside, exposing her wetness.
"No," I whispered, feeling helpless as she worked my cock with her hand, rubbing it up and down her slick folds of flesh. "No, no, god, please, no."
"Oh yes!" She rubbed the head of my cock right over her clit. "Yes, yes."
Her hand slanted my cock toward the hot little target she was now aiming for, rocking her hips up, determined to put me inside of her. I gritted my teeth, pulling back and rolling to the side. She followed me, kissing me in the dark, sucking at my lips, my tongue, and I knew for certain that it was tequila she had been drinking, the taste unmistakable in her mouth.
"Don't you want to fuck me?" she whispered against my cheek, rolling her hips and trapping my cock between us.
"It isn't about want," I gasped as she sat up on me.
In the moonlight, her hair and eyes were like silver, her skin like milk, and she reached between her breasts to unhook her bra, spilling her generous flesh for my view. Then she reached for my hands, cupping them over her breasts as she slid her knickers up and down against my shaft, the dampness spreading.
"Oh yes," she whispered as I began to give in, kneading her flesh in my hands, thumbing her nipples. "It's all about want." She reached between us, wrapping her hand around me and saying, "I want, I want
, I want." She punctuated each "want" with a tug on my cock that made me gasp.
"We can't." I grabbed her hips and slid her up away from my cock. I could smell her cunt as I edged her up my chest and I wanted it. Just the smell of it now made me drool like some Pavlovian response. I shoved her leather skirt up higher, sliding my fingers under the elastic of her knickers and exploring her flesh. She was soaking wet.
"You want to lick my cunt?" I felt her hands sliding past mine, rubbing herself.
"No," I lied.
She rubbed her wet fingers over my mouth, giving me a taste of her. I licked my lips, moaning, and then I licked hers, slipping her knickers aside and plunging my tongue into her flesh. Her sigh was a relieved "Finally!" and she moved her cunt against me, her hips rocking in my hands.
She tasted sweet tonight, her juices coating my chin as I focused my tongue on her little clit. I could see her pulling at her nipples in the moonlight and her toes curled against my sides. My cock poked the sheet straight up and I rocked my hips, remembering how her cunt felt rubbing against me. I wanted to be inside of her—I could feel it like a gnawing hunger, growing more intense with every encounter.
"Oh fuck, baby, lick my cunt!" She moaned softly and rotated her hips in my hands, forcing my tongue into little circles over her clit. Her moans kept getting louder the faster I licked, and her hands gripped the headboard, rocking it against the wall as she moved. The more turned on she got, the more she said, and while my cock was drooling at her words, my brain was screaming that if she got much louder, we were sure to get nicked. And if that happened, life as we knew it would come to a horrible, crashing end.
"Dawn!" I pushed her hips back, my face soaked with her. "You have to be quiet!"
"Ohhh, I don't give a toss!" She pressed her hips forward again, searching for my mouth with her cunt.
"You will when my dad comes in here and turns on the light!"
She was wiggling in my hands, the leather skirt shifting and moving over her hips. It was hard to hold her still and I could smell her all over me, permeating my senses—it was intoxicating and I felt more drunk with her now than she'd been when she crawled into my room. I wanted to eat her little cunt until she came all over my face. I wanted it so much my cock was in agony with the desire.
I said the only thing I could think of. "If you can't be quiet, then keep your mouth busy, all right?"
She giggled and the sound thrilled me for some reason—that girlish little giggle as she sat on my chest and I licked at her juices coating my mouth.
"You want me to suck you off, Davey?"
My cock seemed to be lunging toward her voice. She was sliding out of my hands, turning herself over on me. She stood over me on the bed and slipped her knickers down, stepping out of them before straddling my head, this time facing my aching crotch.
"Is this what you wanted?" She swiped the sheet away and wrapped her hand around my shaft. "You want me to keep my mouth busy all over this hard cock?" She began licking it, using her tongue to paint saliva all over the tip.
I groaned, gripping her arse in my hands as her mouth worked me up and down. I still couldn't believe how incredible it was to have a girl's mouth wrapped around my cock. I forgot about everything the minute she started to suck me, all my attention centred on the exquisite anguish between my thighs.
"Oh god." I moaned when she used her tongue around my foreskin again, tickling the sensitive skin underneath. I heard her giggle with her tongue rolling around my shaft.
"Shhhh, David," she whispered, teasing me, and I felt her breath over my crotch. "You have to be quiet, remember?"
"Right," I said, remembering with a jolt. God, it was hard to concentrate on anything with her mouth moving up and down my flesh like that.
"Don't want to wake your mum and dad." She came up on me, rolling her tongue around the tip before sinking back down again. Mum and Dad? Who are they? I wondered, shuddering and closing my eyes as I thrust up into her throat. I couldn't help it—the heat of her mouth was irresistible—I didn't care anymore that this was a girl I was supposed to think of as a sister, that she could get kicked out of her study program and I could be grounded for life if we got caught, that for all those reasons and more, this was unquestionably wrong in so many ways. All I cared about was the wonderful feeling of her mouth sliding wetly up and down over my cock.
"Hey," she murmured around the swollen head of my shaft, wiggling her arse over me. "You're forgetting something."
Oh, right. It wasn't that I'd completely forgotten about Dawn's wet cunt spread inches from my face in the darkness—I could smell her and still taste her in my throat. The thought of putting my mouth there made my cock stiffen more than I thought possible. I was just...distracted.
Dawn "mmmm'd" around the shaft in her mouth when I began probing between her lips. It was dark and my perspective was skewed—things were shifted and upside down. I tried to find the right direction, her swollen folds of flesh like a slick, wet labyrinth I tried to trace with my tongue. Dawn spread her lips open and rubbed her clit, encouraging me to find it. I followed her fingers, locating the hard little button of flesh and flicking my tongue there.
She sighed and rolled her hips, whispering, "Faster,” against my cock head. I obliged, now that I'd found the right spot, working my tongue over and over it. I loved the way she tasted, the way she pushed down against me when she wanted it harder. It was difficult to concentrate on giving pleasure while receiving it, but if I forgot, Dawn reminded me with her hips, grinding them into my face. I would have happily licked her forever, but I wasn't going to last that long.
In fact, I was rather close. All her sucking and tugging, her body half-naked and writhing on me, the little sounds she was starting to make that I was beginning to associate with her being ready to come, that little "uh, uh, uh," were all pushing me toward the brink. I felt it swelling like some incredible tidal wave rushing toward shore.
"Come for me!" She stroked my cock against her cheek. "Come all over my face!" I gave a low grunt and did as she asked, pumping my hips into her hand, feeling her mouth over my cock trying to catch wave after wave of my cum with her waiting tongue.
The knock on my door nearly propelled Dawn off me when I jumped, but I grabbed her hips just in time. My heart leaped to my throat and my voice was hoarse, thank God, a little sleepy sounding in my dazed confusion when I called out, "Yes?"
"David?" It was my mother's voice, right outside the door. Oh, sodding hell! We were in trouble now. Dawn sank down flat onto me and I pulled the sheet up to my neck, all just in time, too, as my mother opened my door a crack.
"Yeah, Mum? What time is it?" I mumbled, my heart still hammering like a race horse in my chest. She didn't have the hall light on, and that was good, or she would have seen the shape lying on me under the sheet, I was sure. I could only see Mum’s outline and I assumed she could only see mine.
"Did you hear Dawn come in?"
"No." I tried to keep my voice from shaking.
"Sorry to wake you, sweetheart," she said. "It's just late, that's all."
She pulled the door closed and I heard her moving toward the loo. Dawn let out a sigh of relief, throwing the sheet off. Neither of us said a word, frozen in place until we heard the toilet flush and we listened to my mum pad back down the hall and close her bedroom door.
"You need to go to bed." My voice was really trembling. Even my hands were shaking. Holy fuck! The realization that my mother knocking on my door in the middle of the night could have turned out very differently just then hit me square in the chest. I could barely breathe.
"I will," Dawn whispered. "As soon as I come all over your face."
"God," I breathed, feeling her mouth back on my limp cock, feeling it responding to her tongue in spite of the fact I'd just come minutes before. "We really shouldn't...Oh, fuck, Dawn!"
"Lick me!" She positioned herself over my face again, spreading herself with her fingers. And I did—god help me, I did, my blood still pumping
adrenaline-compelled ice through my veins from the interruption by my mum. I licked and sucked her cunt harder and faster than I ever had before, no more looking for the right spot or trying to figure out what to do. I just went after her like a nutter, lapping and sucking and swallowing the whole of her cunt.
Dawn was breathing hard, whispering, "fuck, uh, uh, uh, fuck, fuck!" as I ate her. She remembered my cock then and put it back into her mouth, sucking me with all the earnest lust I seemed to be feeling, taking me to the hilt and gagging silently on my cock as she did and then taking some more. There was just no stopping it, no stopping us—we were doomed, and it felt like being sentenced to an eternity of ecstatic hell.
I felt her coming, her whole body tightening and releasing with it, bucking so hard I had to hold her arse in my hands and plaster my mouth over her slit, staying glued to her as she writhed against me.
She rolled off me then, tumbling to the floor. I held my breath, sure the noise would bring my mum running down the hall, but it didn't.
"Jesus," Dawn whispered. "That was—"
I felt it, too. It felt like I was floating somewhere near the ceiling.
"Go to bed, Dawn," I whispered. "Before we really do get caught." She crawled toward the door, using the handle to steady herself as she stood.
"Goodnight, David." She still sounded as dazed as I felt.
"'Night."
She opened the door as quietly as she could. "Hey…I’m not your sister, you know."
My head was too full of her, the blood beginning to return there. I didn't know what else to say. "I know."
I knew. Logically, I understood the fact—biologically, we weren’t related. But I couldn’t help how wrong it felt to be doing this thing. We’d grown up together. She’d lived in our house for over a year, treating me like an older sister would treat a pesky younger brother. And now, all of a sudden—this. How had we gotten here?
When she shut the door, I turned over in bed and pulled the pillow over my head to drown it all out. I ached all over, like I'd drunk a poison that was turning my insides to acid, but my throbbing cock was stiffening again, even now, at the thought of her. This was insane.
