by Selena Kitt
I rolled over and stared at the dull light of the moon on the ceiling. Everything had a silver sheen to it, like quicksilver, slippery and shifting. I closed my eyes, deciding to try to get some sleep. Maybe when I opened them again in the light of day, things would look clearer. It was all I could hope for.
Chapter Four
I spent the morning on the telephone ringing potential employers while Dawn moaned and groaned from the sofa that I was being too sodding loud. My mum had ripped her a new one at the breakfast table, after dragging her down in the first place. They even pulled out threats of sending her back to America, which had made her sober up. At least a little. When my parents left for work, she crawled to the living room, probably because she couldn't make it all the way back upstairs, and between bouts of snoring, saw fit to berate me for even existing on the same planet.
I wasn't having much luck anyway, although I did manage to schedule one interview later in the week, so I took a break and got myself a glass of milk and a couple of custard cremes. Hearing Dawn groaning again, I dug to the back of the fridge and found an Irn-Bru—a bright orange fizzy drink. She was lying on her back on the sofa with an arm thrown over her eyes. Her shiny, pink robe had pulled apart a little, exposing her thigh and a little bit of pubic hair.
"Hey." I squatted down and tried to avoid looking between her legs, remembering last night. It wasn't easy. "I brought you some Irn-Bru. Great for hangovers."
She groaned but peeked out from under her arm at me. "Ta."
Blinking and squinting, she sat up, reaching for the drink. I opened it for her and handed it over, watching how her robe split apart even further, showing me the curve of her breasts, the roundness of her belly and thighs. I watched her swallowing, the way her throat moved, and couldn't seem to find my breath. She handed the empty bottle back to me.
"Ta, Davey," she murmured. "You're a love." She collapsed back onto the couch, her robe gaping now, and I found myself overcome with an urge to run my hands over her. I knew she wouldn't appreciate it, considering, and I was still fighting with my own demons. I grabbed a blanket off the back of the sofa and covered her instead.
Smiling, she mumbled, "I'm sorry I called you a fuckwit."
"What else are little brothers for?"
“You’re not my brother,” she mumbled and I watched her turn away from the light, pulling the blanket with her.
I decided to give her a break from the noise and go sit out on the patio to finish looking at the paper. Dawn was missing out on another perfect sun-bathing day, although there was more of a wind and I had to struggle to keep my paper still. I sat and highlighted possibilities but my mind wasn't on the task at hand anymore. All the blood had been diverted from my brain.
The sight of Dawn's pubic hair, even just a little exposed under her robe, made me remember how she tasted in my mouth. I closed my eyes, remembering the softness of her flesh against my tongue, the soft cries she made, that little "uh, uh, uh" before she came. It was like I was addicted to it now. I couldn't seem to think about anything else.
I sighed, giving up on my paper and walking over to the shed, my cock leading the way. I dug my favourite porn mag, Yank, out from under the wood pile, flipping it open to the page. There she was...lying on her tummy on the bed, her legs open, her cunt exposed for me. I flipped the page and found that it was even more thrilling to me now that things between Dawn and I were hotting up.
I'd thought she looked like Dawn, and she did—but now I realised that her cunt was different. Dawn's was fuller, fleshier, thicker—and even more pink. My cock ached now and I undid my jeans and freed it, rubbing my thumb over the tip with a shiver.
I started wanking, my eyes on the sweet pink of her cunt. Now I knew what it felt like to touch one. I knew what it tasted like, what my fingers sounded like moving in and out of that hot, moist flesh. Now I wanted it more than ever.
When I flipped the page, I remembered that first morning she and I had been together. I could close my eyes and see her finger-fucking herself, her breasts trembling and shaking with the effort, her soft moans. My mind skipped forward to the first time I'd licked her, right there on the sofa she was asleep on, and the first time I'd felt her mouth wrapped around my cock.
My hand, moving up and down my shaft faster now, was a poor substitute, I realised. It got me to thinking...if her mouth felt that much better—really, exponentially better—than my hand...what would her cunt feel like? I groaned, my eyes opening back up to the picture of the girl who looked so much like Dawn on the glossy magazine page, flipping it again to see her exposing her cunt with both hands. What would Dawn's cunt feel like when I slid into it?
I caught myself with a start. When...
That was the thought. Not if, but when. God, I didn't want to admit it, but it was true—I wanted to fuck her. My cock was swollen and aching with my lust for her. I turned the page to my all-time favourite pic, the girl's arse up in the air, his cum sliding down her arsehole and cunt.
Seeing Dawn's writing there in the margin made me want her even more, and the girl in the picture paled in comparison. I closed my eyes and imagined Dawn’ cunt instead, imagined what it would be like to slide my thick, throbbing length into her wetness. I licked my palm and slid it over my shaft, making my thumb and finger tight like the opening to her cunt. It felt great, and I made my fist tighter, like I was slipping up into the slippery sleeve of her wetness. Oh christ, I wanted her.
I could hear her voice in my head, "Don't you want to fuck me?" My cock jerked in response, my hand pumping hard now, picturing her arse up in the air, watching my cock slide in and out of her. Would she let me come inside of her? I moaned, imagining spurting my cum deep into her cunt, and that did it. My cock began to spasm, spilling hot jets of creamy white fluid all over my hand.
And I still couldn't get the image of Dawn out of my head, even when I was spent. I was thinking about her as I cleaned up and stashed the magazines. I was still thinking about her when I went into the house. She wasn't sleeping on the sofa anymore and the shower was running upstairs. I decided I was going to have to get out of the house. Maybe getting a job as soon as possible wasn't such a bad idea after all.
I decided on cold pizza for lunch. Dawn came down wearing her robe, her hair wet. She smiled at me as she passed by, sorting through the cupboards, but she turned away empty handed with a sigh, opening the fridge. I chewed my pizza, washing it down with a soda, watching her rummage through, looking for something.
"How are you feeling?" I swallowed down the last of my food.
"Better. Ta." She put some lettuce, tomatoes and cucumbers on the counter. "I think that Irn-Bru really works."
"Always does for me when I've gotten tanked up." I watched her cut lettuce and put it into a bowl. She licked her fingers after cutting the tomato. Bloody hell, my cock was knocking at my zipper, and I was just watching her holding a cucumber in her hand!
I sighed, taking my dishes to the sink and rinsing them. I felt her press in behind me, resting her cheek against my back. Her body was incredibly warm, her breasts soft against me as she slipped her arms around my waist.
"Davey…" She rubbed against me. "You're so good."
"I'm not." I swallowed hard as she slid her hands under my shirt, moving them over the bare skin of my belly, making me shiver. "I'm really, really not."
"You are." She moved her hand down over my jeans. I cringed, knowing she would find how hard I was. Part of me really wanted her to and another part of me was embarrassed still. Especially in the light of day. "Ohhh...yeah. Really, really good."
I groaned, her hand small and warm against my crotch, her breasts moving against my back as she rubbed me. She popped my button open with her other hand, unzipping my jeans. I let her. My cock wanted her, and the more she touched me, the more my head was starting to agree.
"Turn around," she whispered. I did, watching her pull my jeans down to my knees and kneel in front of me. She slipped my cock between her lips, looking up at
me. My memory hadn't failed me. It was ten, a hundred times better than my hand.
I looked down at her. God, her eyes. She looked like she loved doing it, like it was the biggest turn-on in the world to have my cock sliding down her throat. That drove me wild. I grunted, thrusting deep into her mouth. She slid her nails up my thighs, grazing them over my balls. Oh christ, that was good! She cupped them in her hand, rolling them around. Gah! My knees felt like they were going to buckle.
"You like that?" Her hand stroked my shaft. I nodded, looking at her through half-closed eyes. She reached down and opened her robe, shrugging it off her shoulders. It fell onto the linoleum in a pink, satiny puddle, exposing her body to my eyes.
Then she stood, pressing against me the whole way, her nipples grazing my thighs, my belly, her hand still wrapped around my cock. She stood on her tiptoes, putting her other hand behind my head and pulling my mouth to hers.
The kiss was long and slow and she tasted like toothpaste. My tongue tried to draw hers further in and my hands slid over her back, down the curve of her arse. My cock pulsed against the soft flesh of her belly and she wiggled against it, making me moan into her mouth.
Without breaking the kiss, she took my hands and put them on her breasts. I still couldn't get over the fact that I was actually doing this—tweaking her nipples, making her gasp and writhe and roll her hips. Her nipples were fat and grew fatter in my fingers as I tugged and pulled on them.
I reached my arms down and locked them behind her arse, lifting her up until her breasts were pressed against my face. I sucked at them, first one, then the other, rolling my tongue around the thick buds.
Dawn moaned and gripped my shoulders, her head going back. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I held her there, now sucking her nipple hard, drawing it deep into my mouth.
She got heavy after a minute, so I turned toward the counter, propping her up on the edge. This freed my hands and one went to the breast my mouth wasn't covering while the other quickly found its way between her open legs.
She groaned when I parted her lips with my fingers. She was soaking wet! My cock pointed straight up, as if aiming for her. The thought kept returning, as hard as I tried to push it away. I wanted to get inside her.
"Put your fingers in me," she panted. I searched through the wet folds of flesh, looking for her centre. I wasn't fast enough and Dawn guided me, showing me her opening. I slowly sank a finger into her. She was so smooth inside it was actually shocking to me. How could anything be that soft?
"Two fingers." She rocked against my hand.
I slid another one in, moving my fingers at an easy pace, in and out of her cunt. It made a deliciously sloppy wet sound that had my cock swelling, like it was stretching higher, eager to do its part. The thought of making those sounds with my cock inside of her was too much. My head was just getting in the way now, my thoughts racing, and I wanted to turn it off and let my body take over.
"Put three in." She leaned back on her elbows, putting her feet up in the counter and opening her knees. I could look down now and watch my fingers slipping in and out of her.
"More?" I watched my two fingers stretching her flesh. I pulled them out for a moment, her juices thick, clinging to my fingers in clear strands.
"Unless you want to put your cock in me?"
I met her eyes and then looked down at her cunt again—open, wet, waiting. All I had to do was slide inside. She wanted me to fuck her; I wanted to fuck her. Why wasn't I fucking her, then?
"Come on." She slid her arse to the edge of the counter and opened her lips with her fingers. "Put that hard cock in me. You know you want to."
Fuck yes, I wanted to! My cock most definitely wanted to be buried balls-deep inside of her—it was the voice in my head that was the problem. If we crossed that line, there was just no going back. Somehow I could rationalize everything up to that point, like some virgin girl who thought oral or anal sex wasn't "real sex." It was strange, but true.
"God, I have to have your cock!" She moaned, slipping two of her own fingers inside. "Please, Davey. Fuck me. Put it in me."
"Oh hell!" I groaned, taking my cock in my hand and aiming it for her. Her eyes were bright and she grabbed me, sliding me up and down her wet slit. Oh christ, that didn't just feel good—that was fucking incredible! She worked me up over her clit and back down, her eyes half-closed, her breath coming fast.
"You gonna fuck me?" She slipped the tip of my cock down toward her hole. I winced, grabbing her hips and pushing her back a little on the counter.
"Dawn, we can't." I gritted my teeth. My cock was wet with her juices and longing for more of her warmth.
"Oh, hell!" She swore, rolling her eyes and leaning back on her elbows. "Are you serious?"
I closed my eyes. I was off my trolley. I had to be. I had a willing, waiting, wet cunt in front of me and I was saying no? I was definitely off my head. But my head was the problem.
"You can't leave me like this," she pleaded. "David, I have to have your cock. Please!"
"I'll lick you," I said, a peace offering.
She sighed. "Noooo... Oh my god, I want you so much..."
I groaned, leaning over her and pressing my face against the flesh of her belly. She smelled clean, like soap. "Dawnie, I can't. I just can't." I looked up, pleading with my eyes. "You're like my sister."
“But I’m not,” she pleaded.
“I know,” I agreed, gulping. “But we could get into so much trouble…”
She frowned for a moment, realizing I really wasn’t going to do it, and then her eyes left mine, moving over the counter beside her. She smiled, getting that mischievous Dawnie look in her eye again. I watched as she picked up the cucumber that she had put on the counter to cut up for her salad.
"Here." She handed it to me, grinning. "Then you can fuck me with this."
My eyes widened, but I took it. "With this?"
"If I can't have you, then this will have to do." She nodded, opening her legs wide.
I hesitated. It was far larger than my cock, thicker through the middle for sure. Could she take this inside of her? How? I found myself curious to see.
"Come on." She spread her lips open, showing me her cunt. "I want to be fucked."
There was no way! That tiny little hole, and she wanted me to slide this huge cucumber in there?
I pressed the tip to her flesh and she shivered. "Cold," she murmured. "Go on." Further. I watched her lips spreading over it, taking it in. "Deeper. Come on, David."
I slid it steadily into her, watching in awe as her pink, wet flesh stretched to take it in, bit by bit.
When it was about halfway in, she squirmed. "No further than that...okay?" I nodded, my breath coming fast.
"Lick me."
I leaned in toward her, nosing her clit, finding it with my tongue. She moaned, wiggling, and ran a hand through my hair, guiding my head. "Yessssss, right there."
I licked at her, holding the cucumber, buried halfway in. She started rocking against me, whimpering. Her cunt tasted clean and sweet and I swallowed her, wanting more.
"Now fuck me!" She rolled her hips. I started moving the cucumber out of her and then back in, slow and easy, keeping my mouth fastened against her, my tongue teasing her clit.
"Faster," she begged, and I obeyed, moving it in and out of her more rapidly, the thick length of the vegetable opening her wide. "Oooohhh, yes, harder!"
I was shoving it in her now, my tongue making circles around and around her clit, catching a rhythm. She was fucking back, lifting her hips, rolling them, and I struggled to keep my tongue moving where I knew she wanted it.
"Ooooo! You fuck me so good!" she moaned. "Harder!"
So I did, as hard as I could, looking up at her, propped on her elbows and watching me fuck her with the cucumber, my tongue licking fast at her clit.
She looked at me through half-closed eyes and whispered, "Don't you wish it was your cock?"
I groaned against her flesh at the cruel wor
ds, twisting the cucumber in her cunt and making her gasp. She seemed to like that, so I continued to twist it as I fucked her, back and forth, in and out.
"Ohhhh god, I wish it was you." She looked down at me. "I wish it was your big, hard cock fucking me like that."
Oh hell. Me, too, I thought, plunging it deeper still, ignoring what she'd said earlier about "no further." She didn't seem to care, she was breathing fast and bucking against me, taking more and more of the dark green shaft into her cunt. I worked it hard and fast inside of her, my face coated in her juices, my cock a steel rod throbbing for release.
She started to make that sweet, telltale noise, "uh, uh, uh," and I moaned against her flesh, fucking her a little harder, licking faster still.
"Ohhhh you're so good," she whispered. "So fucking goooooood!" She gasped and shuddered and grabbed my hair, pushing her hips up to meet me and shoving my mouth against her so hard I couldn't breathe and I didn't care. She was flooding my face with her sweetness, her cunt spasming around the cucumber again and again.
She collapsed on the counter, moaning still, and I looked down at the vegetable still half-submerged inside of her, slick and wet. I slid it out, slow, and she moaned as if she didn't want to let it go. She breathed a sigh, reaching for me, and I helped her sit.
Smiling, she took the cucumber from me, licking at the tip, tasting herself on it.
"Want to see something?" There was that Dawnie look, so mischievous. I nodded, grabbing my cock as I watched her. It was begging for attention and I just couldn't help stroking it a little as her tongue ran over the phallic vegetable, licking it just like I remembered her licking my cock.
I groaned when she took it into her mouth, watching her lips stretch over the impossible girth of the thing, taking more and more and more still! She worked it in, gagging a little, and that made my hand move even faster over my shaft, until it was two thirds of the way into her mouth. I stared, fascinated, and then she took it out, slow, meeting my eyes.
"Neat trick, huh?"
"Show me again," I said, my voice hoarse, squeezing the tip of my cock until it was red, bordering on purple.
