Yank

by Selena Kitt

Looking at her dungarees and trainers on the floor, I found myself remembering my dream, me sitting between my mum and dad, watching Dawn do a headstand and showing me her pussy. My face flushed at the thought.

  “Are you okay?” I kissed her hair, wondering what time it was and how soon my mum and dad would be home.

  “Mmmm.” She snuggled up and fitted her head right under my chin. “More than okay.”

  “Me too.” I realised in that moment that it was the truth.

  “Want to do it again?” She wiggled in my lap.

  I groaned, but her bum squirming like that against my thighs made my cock perk up almost immediately. I couldn’t believe it, but it was true.

  I’d fucked a girl I was supposed to only think of with brotherly affection, and I knew I should feel ashamed—the part of me that was listening for my mum and dad sure knew it. Still, another part of me had been awakened this afternoon, and that part wanted nothing except to keep doing what we were doing.

  Maybe that was the trick of this whole thing. Was this my hell on earth? The more I had of her, the more I wanted? Maybe I really was doomed.

  Chapter Seven

  Mum decided to install a notice board in the kitchen so we could all “communicate more.” I thought she was off her head and refused to use the thing, but Dawn kept putting notes up on it in her fat, girlish handwriting.

  Gone to market

  Out with Laurie at the cinema

  I hardly noticed them anymore, but a name caught my eye while I was standing at the refrigerator, swigging milk out of the carton. I choked when I read it, milk dribbling down my chin and wetting my bare chest.

  At the cinema with Ken. Be back…whenever. She had scrawled a big, fat smiley face in the corner with little devil horns on it.

  I wiped at the milk with the back of my hand and put the carton back in the fridge, yanking the note out from under the pushpin. It was her handwriting all right.

  That can’t be right. Bugger-all if it wasn’t, though. After all her mithering about Ken (not to mention her seducing the hell out of me) she was off playing tonsil tennis with Ken in the back of the cinema, probably letting him feel her up—or worse. It was the “worse” that made me slam my bedroom door and tell Mum to sod off when she came up asking me what the matter was.

  “Your dad and I are going out,” she said, finally giving up on trying to pull it out of me.

  “Fine!” I yelled into my pillow. Everyone was going out on a date except me. Great. Just great.

  “David, what is the matter—?”

  “Nothing!” I rolled over and glowered at her, my arms crossed over my chest. “Just go! Go and…and have a good time!”

  She gave me a hurt, puzzled look, but she shut the door and left me alone. And that was exactly what I wanted. I dug out an old copy of The Hobbit and tried to read, but the words just kept swimming in front of my eyes and an image of Dawn would sneak in somehow. Unfortunately, the image of Ken kept coming into my head along with her. I kept seeing him sliding a hand up her thigh, feeling the fat swell of her cunt through her skirt in the darkness of the cinema. Would she be wet? I wondered—as wet as she was with me—the gusset of her knickers slick, almost oily with her juices?

  Fuck, that thought made my cock hard.

  Not that it was uncommon, my imagining the degree of moisture that currently existed between Dawn’s legs. Lately, all I could think about was Dawn’s pussy and how much I wanted it. I couldn’t deny it anymore, even to myself—all I could do was try to resist the temptation.

  But Ken—he didn’t have to resist, did he? No. He could slide his cock into her wet, waiting cunt without a twinge of guilt or regret. And would she like it? I knew how hot she was, how randy, how much she liked to be fucked and licked, how much she loved to come. She wouldn’t say no—why would she? Why should she? She’d at least get down on her knees right there in the back of the cinema and suck him off while she played with herself. The thought of her hand up under her skirt diddling her clit made my cock pulse, pressed between the mattress and my belly, and I threw the paperback across the room with a groan.

  “Blimey!” I was talking to no one at all as I threw open my bedroom door, listening for my parents. They were obviously gone already. “If she can get laid, so can I.”

  At least, that was the theory. I rang Will to see what trouble we might be able to get into.

  “Want to go down to the pub for a pint?” I asked, pulling on my jacket. I was going, whether he was or not.

  “The Bulldog?”

  “I’m leaving now.”

  “Right. Meet you there.”

  It was easy to meet Will at The Bulldog. Easy to sit down with a pint of Harp Lager and watch the girls walk by and talk about the firmness or size of each of their assets. The problem was, I kept comparing them to Dawn. Breasts not as big. Smile not as bright. Eyes not…hers. I tried drinking more and ordered another pint.

  “David Watson! Is that you?”

  The voice was vaguely familiar but when I turned around and saw her, I knew immediately.

  “Julie Entwistle.” She was taller than I remembered, probably because of the heels, but mostly because we weren’t in sixth form anymore. The dress she had on looked like she was poured into it. I couldn’t help but wonder, when I glanced at the rather short hemline, if she still wore nothing under her skirts.

  “It’s so good to see you!” she gushed, giving me a hug and pressing her all grown up assets against my chest. They were considerable—which reminded me of Dawn. Julie, though, had dark hair and eyes and I figured her nipples were dark, too, not pink. The thought of finding out, though, was compelling.

  “Want a beer?” I offered, holding up the pint.

  “Oh, I’ve already had too much!” Julie giggled as she squeezed down into the chair between me and Will. It was crowded and there wasn’t a lot of room in here tonight. We all had to practically yell to hear each other.

  “Then, by all means, have some more!” Will grinned. I raised an eyebrow at him and saw Julie checking him out.

  “This is my friend, Will. Will, this is Julie Entwistle. We were in sixth form together.”

  “He always tried to look up my skirt.” Julie gave me a sideways look.

  “Did he now?” Will got a clean glass from the bar and poured her a draft. She drank half of it in a few gulps and then licked her lips.

  “It wasn’t just me, you know,” I said, defending myself. “Rumor had it Julie didn’t wear any knickers. I was just trying to see if it was true.”

  “And was it?” Will cocked his head at her, still grinning. Julie flushed but she was smiling.

  “The truth is…” She leaned in and cupped her hand around Will’s ear, whispering something.

  “Is that so?” He grinned over at me and then glanced down at Julie’s crossed legs, one tanned thigh over the other. I was wondering how she got so tanned, and that, too, reminded me of Dawn…in her bikini…rubbing oil all over herself…

  “No fair,” I protested, nudging Julie under the table. “You can’t tell him and not tell me.”

  “I just did.” She winked as she stood, leaning in toward Will again and asking, “Want to dance?”

  He stood up and let her lead him to the dance floor while I poured myself another draft and watched. So much for getting laid tonight. Julie clearly already had a thing for my best friend, and in spite of her considerable assets, I still couldn’t keep my mind off Dawn. Thinking about whether Julie was wearing knickers tonight just made me remember the smell of Dawn’s when I picked them up in the washroom.

  Christ, I was sick. I drank down the rest of my beer in three gulps and poured myself another. I needed to stop and I knew it. The only thing that could keep my mind off Dawn’s cunt, I reasoned, was finding another one to take her place. I glanced around the pub, checking out the prospects. Fact was, Julie was one of the prettiest girls there, and since I already knew her, that was quite spawny. I could even offer to take her home, since Mum had
said she and dad wouldn’t be back until the next day—something about staying in a guest house overnight in Gatwick after some show.

  Of course, that meant I was going to have to fight Will for her. I looked out at the dance floor and saw his hands already sneaking down past her waist toward her arse. Guess I was going to have to turn on the charm, I decided, downing another beer. I made up my mind, standing up and turning toward the dance floor, and that’s when I saw them. My height gave me a clear vantage point and there was no mistaking her dirty-blonde hair and the mischievous smile she gave him over her shoulder. It was Dawn, all right, leading Ken into the pub by the hand.

  I sat back down, wondering if she had seen me, but she was clearly too interested in Ken. She stopped amidst the crowd for a minute, pulling his arms around her waist from behind and leaning her head back so she could say something into his ear. My eyes followed the long curve of her neck down the V of her white blouse, low-cut and showing off the tanned tops of her breasts. She had some red sparkly skirt on with shoes to match, like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, only I don’t think Dorothy had ever worn anything so short and tight.

  I sank into my seat as they passed, sure she would see me now, but no—she was a girl on a mission, leading Ken toward the dance floor. She’d clearly come to dance tonight and wasn’t letting him out of it although I saw him give a lingering look toward the bar. He looked like he forgot all about it, though, once they were out there. I maneuvered myself in my seat so I could watch Dawn wrapping her arms around his neck, rubbing up against him as the music pounded. It was 80’s nostalgia night. Rick Springfield was wishing he had Jessie’s Girl, and I rather knew how he felt. They were snogging, pressed up close, and even as far away as I was, I could have sworn I saw Ken’s tongue in her mouth.

  I bit the inside of my cheek as I poured myself another beer, finishing off the pint. I told myself not to look, but I couldn’t help it. Ken’s hands were massaging Dawn’s arse through her skirt, pulling up the material, and if it weren’t for the tables in my way, I was sure I could have seen her knickers. If she was wearing any. Was she wearing any? Fuck! I saw Julie dancing with Will a few feet away, laughing at something he said. I stood up and threaded my way through the crowd, going around so Dawn wouldn’t see me as I cut in between Julie and Will.

  “You two look like you’re having too much fun,” I said, slipping between them and winking at Julie. I looked over my shoulder. “Pint’s gone, Will—your turn to order.”

  He shrugged, heading back to the table, and Julie shook her head, putting her arms around my neck. She seemed amenable to the change in partners and I was relieved. Now if I could just focus on the girl in front of me and not pay any attention to the one behind me in the red skirt…

  “So what have you been up to since sixth form?” I asked, my hands finding the soft curve of her hips. She was a little thinner than Dawn, but not too skinny, and I liked that. “Did you graduate?”

  “With honours.” She nodded. “You?”

  “By the skin of my teeth.”

  She laughed. “Too busy trying to look up other girls’ skirts?”

  I grinned. “Something like that.”

  Julie felt good in my arms and when the music turned slow, she snuggled closer, putting her head on my shoulder, and that felt good too. It gave me a chance to look around, though, and that was a mistake. I saw Dawn and Ken swaying together in a similar posture—except Dawn’s eyes were open and she was looking right at me. Something inside me froze, seeing the way she was watching us. She didn’t make any sign of acknowledgment—she didn’t move, she didn’t even blink—but her eyes said it all.

  “You feel nice.” Julie tilted her head up, her eyes half closed and sleepy looking. I could smell alcohol on her breath—definitely more than beer—and knew she’d probably really had way too much to drink.

  “You feel nice too,” I admitted, letting my eyes flit toward Dawn once as Julie advanced. Dawn was still watching, eyes wide and blazing. Then we were kissing, Julie’s mouth soft, opening under mine, her body melting against me. I got lost in the sensation for a moment, I admit it, the press of her breasts against my chest, the curve of her hips moving under my hands. Even my cock responded, growing thickly down my thigh as we danced—that was, until I heard Dawn’s voice.

  “Prick!”

  I knew she was talking about me, even though it was Ken she left on the dance floor as she turned and stalked off toward the lav. The song was over and I stepped back, looking down at Julie.

  “Listen, I have to take a piss. Meet you back at the table?”

  “Sure.”

  I passed Ken at the bar. He was standing there ordering a pint and didn’t seem too concerned about his date’s outburst. I found her in the lav, standing at the mirror between two other women, putting on mascara. I didn’t think twice about going in after her in spite of the wide-eyes of the girl in the pink training suit who was leaving as I burst in.

  “David!” Dawn blinked fast, staring at me in the mirror. “What in the hell are you doing in here?”

  “Uh, wrong room,” said the ginger next to Dawn, tucking her red hair behind her overly-pierced ears. “Blokes are down the hall.”

  “Kenny Moore?” I sneered. “Like we both don’t know what he wants?”

  “Look who’s talking!” Dawn’s eyes blazed again, that same look I saw when she was watching me out on the dance floor. “Julie Entwistle? She hasn’t worn knickers since we were all in primary!”

  The two women on either side of her shrank back as we fought, hustling quickly out the door.

  “You do realise there’s no vaccine against stupidity?” I asked, folding my arms and frowning at her. “Besides, Kenny Moore just wants to get into your knickers.”

  She glared at me, mascara in hand. “So? What if I want him to?”

  “Oh, so now you want him to? God, Dawn…” Our eyes locked in the mirror, and mine were just as on fire as hers. “You were the one crying to me about him the other night and now you’re going to let him just…have you?”

  “It’s none of your business, David.” She shoved the end of the mascara back in the tube, zipping it angrily into her makeup bag. Then she looked up at me, curling her lip in a half-smile, half-sneer. “You’re like my brother… remember?”

  “Right.” I felt my jaw tighten and swallowed hard. “And you’re such a slag you’ll let anyone fuck you?” Her eyes widened at that as I stepped forward, trapping her against the sink. I felt the swell of her bottom, the way her body was meant to bend over as I pressed my weight against her and hissed in her ear, “Even me!”

  She narrowed her eyes at me, shoving her makeup bag back into her purse and scowling. “Not anymore.”

  “The hell you won’t.” I grabbed her arm as she turned and tried to move past me. “If you’re going to fuck Kenny Moore, you can damn well share some of it with me.”

  “David—”

  I kissed her hard, pressing her back against the sink, forcing her legs apart. She struggled at first, squirming in my grip as I shoved my tongue into her mouth, my crotch between her thighs. I was impossibly hard already and when Dawn started kissing me back, her arms going around my neck, my cock started leaking like the Coedety Dam.

  “David, hurry,” she urged, hiking her skirt up and pulling her knickers aside. They were red too, like her skirt and her shoes. I groaned, seeing her cunt splayed open on the white porcelain as she rubbed herself. She watched me as I unbuckled my belt and shoved my jeans and shorts down my hips, gasping when my cock sprang free, reaching for it, squeezing hard.

  I wanted all of her and slipped my hand down into the V of her blouse as she stroked me, finding her nipple and squeezing it through her bra.

  “Come on.” She tugged me closer, lifting her feet up and hooking her red heels on the edge of the sink. This pushed her bottom out, and her pussy, too, opening it for me. “Take what you want—if you really want it.” Her eyes dared me, her voice low, and she licked her l
ips as she glanced toward the door. If anyone came in—

  “Dawn…” I hesitated now, looking back over my shoulder, but then she slid the head of my cock between her lips, rubbing me up and down her slit. “Ohhhh god…”

  “Here you go,” she whispered, aiming me, pushing her hips up as far as she could. It was downright filthy, the way she was splayed out in the sink, and I reached in and grabbed her tits, pulling them out of her bra as I shoved forward, sinking my cock into her. The top button on her blouse popped open as I kneaded her flesh and when I glimpsed her heavy breasts overflowing their cups, I wanted more.

  “David!” She hissed at me as I pulled her blouse open further, watching her tits sway as I fucked her, pounding myself deep into her pussy. I thumbed her nipples and she moaned, balancing herself on the sink with her hands behind her, lifting her arse to meet me. Her thighs were splayed, thick, the muscles quivering, and the juicy sound of her pussy was driving me crazy as I slid into her tight little crevice.

  “Wait, wait,” she gasped, arching, biting her lip as I grabbed her hips, driving my cock deeper. “I can’t…like this…anymore…”

  I pulled her forward, helping her down, kissing her hard as I did. Her tongue melted against mine, her body soft in my arms as I turned her around and bent her over the sink. The swell of her arse filled my hands as I shoved her skirt up over her hips and pulled her knickers down to her knees. She spread for me right away, arching her back and lifting her bottom, showing me what she wanted. I aimed my cock at her hole, watching in amazement as I disappeared into her, sliding forward until I was just gone, buried somewhere in the deepest, most secret part of her body.

  “Play with yourself, Dawnie,” I urged, grabbing her hips and starting to fuck her. I wasn’t going to last long at all—and that was probably a good thing, I wagered, glancing back at the door, which had still not opened…yet. “Make yourself come for me.”

  She whimpered as I slammed her into the sink, reaching underneath to find her clit, rubbing it fast and hard. Her face was a beautiful mask of pleasure in the mirror, her breath fogging it as she panted toward her finish line, her pussy squeezing me every so often, making my cock jerk in response. Just watching her touch herself made me want to come. I felt it building as she moaned and gasped, her tits completely out of her blouse and slapping against the faucets as I fucked her.