by Selena Kitt
She freed my cock, and I leaned back against the wall to have something to hold me up. Her pink tongue was licking her lips, wetting them, as she began to stroke me.
“Dawn, no!”
“A nice, long blowjob.” She kissed the tip. “Isn’t that what you really want?”
Once her mouth opened and took me in, I was lost. I had never felt anything so incredible in my life! Her mouth was actually still cold but soon warmed up as she showed me with her lips and tongue just exactly what she had done outside to the lolly.
I had imagined what it would be like to feel a girl’s mouth on my cock, but my imagination hadn’t gone nearly far enough.
Her tongue painted liquid velvet strokes all over the tip, using her hand to hold the skin down tight. She bobbed her head on it then, taking more and more with every motion, working her way down to the base. Her mouth was like a tight, wet core of heat all around me, and she never took her eyes off mine as she sucked, deeper and deeper.
I watched as I disappeared into her mouth until—for fuck’s sake! She was gagging—my sister was gagging on my cock! Her head moved faster and faster, still, in spite of her discomfort. I felt my knees go weak and they started to buckle. Dawn stopped then, her mouth gone from pink to red, now.
“Let’s get more comfy.” She tugged at my cock as she stood. She used it as a leash, leading me with her as she moved to the sofa. I watched her hips sway, the way the bikini bottoms hugged her and rode up a little. She pushed me down and pulled my jeans the rest of the way off, and then my boxers, too. She knelt between my legs, batting at my cock with her fingertips, her nails grazing the shaft lightly.
“How do you like it so far, little brother?” Her mouth was inches from the tip. I could feel her breath, and could even smell it, the cherry pink lolly. I wondered if she still tasted like it, and found myself wanting to kiss her. That seemed so much more wrong than anything we’d done, somehow.
“Dawn…” I reached out to touch her hair and tucking it behind her ear.
“Don’t say no.” She shook her head and smiled, moving her mouth back over me now, covering me and taking me in. I groaned, moving my hips with her, I couldn’t help it.
“Oh, hell,” I moaned. “This is so wrong!” Her mouth was heaven, slick, hot heaven up and down on me, her fingernails grazing my balls now.
She came up for air, still stroking me. “That’s why it feels so good,” she whispered, her eyes on mine. She was right, and I knew it. Aside from the physical sensation, which was unbelievable, it was also the fact that Dawn was my sister, and that we were both round the twist to even be thinking about this, let alone actually doing it on our parents’ sofa.
She went back to work on me, and I could feel my pent-up lust for her ready to explode. I reached my hand down, tentative at first, feeling her breast through her bikini top. She smiled around my cock, still working it in and out of her mouth, and she didn’t miss a beat as she reached around and undid it, exposing her flesh to me. Oh my God, she was incredible.
I rolled her nipples in my fingers as she sucked me and that made her move up and down faster and moan around my cock, sending vibrations down my shaft. Her tits swayed as she moved, brushing up against my thighs. I put my hand on the top of her head, pressing her down a little until she gagged. I groaned, and she smiled again around my shaft, still not letting up. I wasn’t going to last much longer, and I think she knew it.
That’s when she stopped, using her tongue to roll around tip, slipping under my foreskin to reach the sensitive flesh underneath, making me buck and groan against her. She stood then, slipping her bikini bottoms down and untying her bikini top, letting them both drop to the floor. Then she spread her pussy lips open, moving between my legs so I could see her.
“Do you want to touch me?” She put one foot up on my thigh so her lips were slightly open. I nodded, reaching my hand out and brushing it over the soft skin of her vulva, stroking in the direction of her trimmed bush, all the hairs seeming to direct my fingers between her lips. I spread her with one hand, using my thumb and forefinger, peering into the pink. The closest I’d come to a cunt was a brief feel down Sara Bailey’s knickers in a dark bedroom at some party, just enough to feel hair and wetness before she pushed me away.
Dawn was wide open to me, in full daylight, and I took my time exploring her, running my fingers through the soft folds of flesh, parting them, watching them glisten. She moaned when my fingers brushed her clit, and I stopped there, pulling the little hood back so I could see it, just a tiny little thing. It amazed me that something so small could give her such pleasure, but it was clear it did from the way she rocked her hips and her nostrils flared and her head went back when I rubbed it.
“I want you to lick it.” Dawn ran a hand through my hair. I looked up at her, surprised. She smiled and nudged me aside, lying down on the sofa and putting one foot up on the back and dangling the other towards the floor. I knelt down and stretched out between her legs, breathing in the smell of her. I hesitated—I didn’t know what to do.
“Here.” She looked down, opening herself with her fingers and pointing to her clit, stroking it with her fingernail as I watched. “Right here. Put your tongue—”
I didn’t need a second invitation. I edged her fingers out of the way, rubbing my tongue over the little button, back and forth. She tasted tangy, strong, and I could smell her sweat from lying out in the sun all morning.
She gasped, rolling her hips a little as my tongue mashed against her, lapping and licking and swallowing the taste of her. It stayed in my throat, thick and rich. I watched her belly quiver, her breasts heaving, her breath coming faster as I moved my face between her thighs, my tongue exploring the sweet ridges and folds.
“Put your fingers in me.” She bucked her hips. I slipped a finger down, between her slit, searching for that dark little entrance I’d seen yesterday.
Dawn squealed, her eyes flying open. “Higher.” She reached her hand down and found mine, leading my fingers upward. I flushed, realizing that I must have been pressing against her anus. She moved against me and I could feel the soft, smooth walls inside of her. She started to rock, encouraging me to move my fingers in and out.
“Lick.” She pointed to her clit. I did, my tongue moving over her flesh. She moaned, still moving her hips, and I pressed my fingers in her, trying to catch a rhythm between my lapping tongue and my plunging fingers. It felt a little like trying to walk and chew gum at the same time at first, but I got the hang of it. I knew for sure that I did when she hissed and grabbed at my hair, smashing my face between her legs.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, and I could feel the muscles in her fanny tightening. I licked faster, looking up and seeing her pinching and pulling on her nipples. My cock was dripping pre-cum now, throbbing against the sofa, and I knew there would probably be a stain there, but I didn’t care. She tasted so good, and the way she moved and sounded and felt was almost enough to make me come myself.
“Oh fuck, David!” she cried, breathless, shaking. “Oooooo make me come, baby brother!”
I grunted, moving my whole head as I licked her, plunging my fingers deep. She strained against me, rolling back and forth, making those same little noises she had yesterday, that little, “uh, uh, uh” until she stiffened and shuddered under me. I could feel the muscles inside fluttering against my fingers when she came, her cunt wetter than ever now.
She reached for me as I sat up, grabbing onto my shirt and pulling me on top of her. My cock was pressed against her cunt, all wet and slippery, and I groaned. She kissed me, plunging her tongue deep into my mouth, exploring the insides of my cheeks, licking my teeth, her hands running up under my shirt and squeezing my nipples, making me jump.
“Dammit, Dawn,” I murmured against her mouth, feeling her hand working my cock between her legs, aiming me. I moaned. “Ohhh fuck, no, we can’t do this.”
“We are doing this,” she said. “I want to feel you inside me.”
“Noooo
,” I groaned, sitting up and leaning back on the sofa, my eyes closed, panting. “Dawn, I can’t. I just can’t. You’re my sister!”
She crawled across the sofa towards me on her hands and knees, her tits swaying prettily, licking her lips. “God, I love the taste of my cunt, don’t you?”
I wiped my mouth with my hand, still wet with her juices. I could taste her, smell her, and my cock was a throbbing, weeping pulse between my legs, standing straight up and defying my better judgement. She stretched out next to me, reaching her hand out to stroke me. It was a lazy, easy motion, but I was beyond any edge I had ever known—I was that close.
“Did you like licking my cunt, baby brother?” She tilted her head up to look at me. Why did she keep calling me that? It was driving me crackers, forcing me to try to choose between my lust and my conviction. I couldn’t forget for a moment that this was my sister—she wouldn’t let me. And I was beginning to realise that it didn’t matter, because lust was winning—it was kicking conviction’s arse.
“Fuck, Dawn.” I watched her hand on my shaft. Her arse was rising up, her feet swinging behind her. She was beautiful, and I wanted her. God help me, but I wanted her. “You still taste so good in my mouth. I could lick your cunt forever.”
“I might take you up on that.” She grinned. “But first, I think you have an itch you need scratched.” She grazed her fingernails over the head of my cock, tickling the frenulum. I groaned. She moved in, pressing her breasts against my thigh and taking my cock fully into her mouth.
When she came up on me, she pressed herself up with her arms and kissed me for a minute, the words husky and thick in her throat, “I’m going to suck you until you come in my mouth, and I’m going to swallow every last drop. Are you ready?”
“Yes!” I pressed her head down to my lap. “Oh, God, Dawnie, suck me off.”
She settled back down into my lap, nuzzling and nosing my cock, murmuring sweetness around it as she began to suck, holding the skin down tight with her fingers at the base and using just her mouth and throat, up and down the shaft. I knew it wouldn’t take long and so did she, her tongue wrapped around, her hand cupping my balls as she worked, determined.
Her arse rose up in the air and I watched her tits moving as she swayed, reaching my hand out to cup one, pulling at the nipple. She moaned, moving faster, and I liked that, so I squeezed and kneaded her flesh some more. I was trying hard to hold back, wanting it to go on forever, watching my sister’s head bobbing up and down in my lap, seeing her sweet, rounded arse moving like she was fucking some invisible cock back there.
It was that thought—and more, the thought of my own cock sliding into that smooth, velvet pink hole—that sent me over. I growled, thrusting into her throat, and I heard her gag a little and that made it even better, my cum shooting in shuddering waves into her mouth. She was making little noises, and I heard her swallowing, swallowing, I could see her throat working, her eyes wide, her mouth stretched over my cock.
“Ohhhhh God!” I bucked with the last of it, my hand in her hair, pulling her back, my cock just sensitive, throbbing heat between my legs now. Dawn sat up, leaning back against the arm of the sofa, licking her lips.
“Mmmmm, I love your cock, baby brother.” She nudged me with her bare foot. I looked down at it, slumping now, spent. Conviction was winning again, and I glanced over at her, shaking my head.
“Quit calling me that.” I stood up and reached for my jeans and boxers.
“Blimey!” She stood and gathered up her bikini. “You know you were arching for it! Now you’re all high and mighty? Knob off!”
She stormed up the stairs and I heard her slam her bedroom door. I stood there, holding my jeans in my hand and looking at the couch. I was right, there was a stain on the side that I was going to have to clean up before Mum saw, or we’d get nicked.
Oh, hell. I knew Dawn was right. I was off my damned head, but I wanted exactly what she had given me—and more. So very much more.
Chapter Three
First there was the trouser suit—white with blue trim. Awful looking thing, but her arse looked great in it, I had to admit. Then there was the jeans and jumper combination. I liked how tight the jumper was across her breasts, how her jeans moulded over her flesh. That was my favourite until the red leather skirt and white blouse sailed by my bedroom door, the perfect combination of low cut, hip-hugging, and up-the-thigh-riding perfection.
I was lying on my bed, pretending to read while watching Dawn move back and forth between her room and the washroom. Every time she passed, she was wearing something different. Once in a while, she would pause in my doorway and ask, “This one?” Most of the time, she wouldn’t even stop to listen to my response.
“I like that one!” I called, hearing her in the washroom again. She came around the corner, and I saw she was wearing red high heels with it, too. Hot. Definitely hot.
“This one? Are you sure?” She turned slightly, showing me her behind.
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 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 my sister’s 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 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 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 said, pushing her leg away and standing 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, her lips thin, her 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 o
ut 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 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. 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 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.”
