by Selena Kitt
“Now?” I ducked back down to look at her. “Right now?”
“Why do you think I interrupted your cat-nap?”
I bounded back down the stairs and ignored Dawn’s raised eyebrows as I stumbled my way to the kitchen. Our phone wasn’t the cordless sort – it was one of those with the long, curly, stretchy cords, and I dragged it with me to the larder and shut myself in with the biscuits and blackcurrant jam.
“Jules?”
“Hey sexy.” Just the sound of her voice made something warm spread through my belly. “Are we still on for tonight?”
I looked at my watch. “Seven, right?” Crickey, I’d slept longer than I thought!
“I can’t wait.” Her voice dropped a little, and I knew she was talking from work. She had a cushy job in a posh office as a front desk clerk, and I kept asking her to get me in. “Guess what I’m not wearing?”
“You are very naughty.” My cock throbbed and I rubbed it through my trousers. I could imagine the exposed triangle of her cunt, just waiting to be parted by my fingers, my tongue. It made my mouth water.
“You have no idea.” Her voice was low and teasing.
“You better stop.” I grabbed a box of biscuits off the shelf, trying to distract myself. “You’re making me hard.”
“I should hope so!” Julie laughed – I was beginning to love her laugh. She was an incredibly fun girl, and she laughed a lot.
“Davey!” Dawn whinged, pounding on the larder door, trying to get in, but my back was to it. “I need the phone!”
“Buggar!”
“Go on.” Julie was still laughing. “I just wanted to remind you about tonight.”
“Definitely.”
She lowered her voice again, this time to the sweetest whisper. “Miss you.” “I miss you, too.”
When I pulled open the larder door, Dawn was standing there, hand out for the phone. She mimicked me as I gave it to her. “I miss you tooooooo.”
“Shut up!” I stalked past her, unable to keep my eyes from dipping down to the delicious swell of her breasts. “And put some damned clothes on!”
“Mum!” My sister appealed to our mother, who was standing at the sink washing up.
Mum didn’t even look away from the dishes. “Dawn, you really should get dressed some time today.”
“I’m trying to get a tan!” Dawn adjusted her top – blimey, she had fantastic tits! Then she started dialing the phone.
“Looks like you’ve succeeded,” I grumbled, sitting down at the kitchen table with the paper and trying not to notice how her suit rode up, revealing a thin line of pale skin around the edges. The rest of her was a beautiful bronze.
“Ken?” Her voice changed instantly as she cradled the phone against her ear. “Hi sweetie, I got your message, you said to call—”
I flipped idly through the paper, my trusty notebook beside me. Dad was due home soon.
“But I thought…” Dawn’s finger twirled the cord. She turned away from both of us. Mum was done washing up and slipped out the back door. I heard the low rumble of Ken’s voice through the receiver, but it was just a buzz – I couldn’t hear any real words. Dawn’s head lowered and she tried to say something – but it came out in a breathy, unidentifiable vowel sound as she leaned against the counter, still facing away from me.
I circled an ad, pretending I wasn’t listening, pretending I didn’t care. She was quiet for a long time—a long, long time. Finally, I gave up pretending and just stared, waiting.
“Fine then.” That was all she said before she turned around and put the phone back. When she turned to me, her face was three shades of pale—not easy to do with the tan she’d managed to get in the past two weeks. “We aren’t going out tonight.”
I nodded, but I didn’t say anything.
“We’re not going out any night, ever again.” She crossed her arms and leaned back against the counter, and for a minute, she looked all for the world like Mum when she was off her head. “He’s back with his ex.”
I wanted to go to her, hug her, tell her it was going to be okay, and just generally be as brotherly as possible. But another part of me… I couldn’t believe how relieved I felt – how jealous I had been of that fuckwit. The thought of him touching my sister made me balmy, but more than that – it was the thought of him touching her instead of me that made me totally hatstand. I sat there, struggling with these two parts, the part of me that loved my sister the way I always had – as the girl who teased a lot but let me tag along when I wanted – and the part of me that had been fucking her at every possible turn for the better part of a week.
I’m pretty sure that’s why I said what I did.
“I told you he was a scrote!”
She burst into tears and ran from the kitchen. I listened to the sound of her feet pounding up the stairs with a sick, sinking feeling in my gut. Mum came in then, and didn’t know what had happened, so she started talking to me about how well her flowers were doing this year and I just nodded and circled random ads and tried to quell the burning in my mid-section. Later, Dad would ask me why I’d circled an ad for a trolley dolly and another one for a dental assistant, but by then, it wouldn’t really matter.
I pushed off from the table and stood. “I’ve got to get ready to go out.”
“With Julie?” Mom looked up from where she was arranging roses in a vase.
“We’re going to a club.” I didn’t wait for her response. Upstairs, Dawn’s door was closed, and I stood outside it and thought about knocking, about what I should say, what I was going to say. Finally, I just opened the door and went in without knocking at all, sitting on the edge of her bed.
“I’m sorry.” I touched her back, the feel of her skin like satin under my fingers as I rubbed her shoulderblade, not knowing what else to do. She was still wearing her bikini. I expected her to yell at me, to tell me to get the hell out in her usual big-sister way. Instead, she rolled to her back and reached for me, her eyes wet from crying. When I saw that, my heart melted and I pulled her into my arms, stroking the soft gold of her hair. She clung to me, trembling and we stayed like that for a while, the silence heavy with possibility.
“I never really liked him.” Dawn sniffed, snuggling her head under my chin. “Not any more than you like that manky Julie Entwistle.”
I blinked at the wall, swallowing but not responding. The fact was, I did like Jules. I liked her a lot. But I couldn’t say that, not now. After a moment, I felt my sister’s body stiffen, and I realized she expected me to answer, to reassure her. I figured taking a different route might distract her best.
“What were you doing fucking him, then?”
“Oh I don’t know, Davey.” She sighed, laying back on the bed and putting her hands behind her head. “Why am I fucking you?”
“I guess they’re both good questions.”
“Well…” Her lips curved into a smile, sliding her hand over my thigh and settling over the bulge in my trousers. I couldn’t be within a foot of her anymore without sporting wood. “Maybe if we don’t ask the questions, we never need to learn the answers.”
“I don’t think it works that way.”
“Maybe I should just keep my mouth busy, then.” My sister slithered down onto the floor between my legs, looking up at me with that mischievous smile. I should have stopped her, but her hand rubbing the already stiffening length of my cock felt so good, and the promise of her mouth as she unzipped my trousers, those eager red lips and hungry pink tongue…
“Oh hell…” I watched through half-closed eyes as she took me into her mouth, half-hard but growing with every slow suck up and down my cock. I glanced toward the door and it occurred to me that Mum was right downstairs, that she could come up at any time, calling for either one of us. The thought made my heart leap and my stomach drop. “We can’t! Dawn!”
She didn’t stop, so I grabbed onto her hair, pulling her gently off. Her lips were even redder now, after just a few moments of sucking me. Her eyes were hungry,
and she licked her lips, looking up at me, her smile downright wicked. “What’s the matter, baby brother?”
“Mum could come in!” I hissed, glancing at the door again.
Dawn nodded, her hand moving up and down between my legs, my cock straining towards the warm wetness of her mouth. God, she could suck a cock! I wanted her. I wanted to shove that bikini top down and bury myself in the abundance of her breasts. I imagined the smooth, shaved swell of her pussy lips, sliding my cock head between them…
“Doesn’t that make it even hotter?” she whispered, stroking my cock against her tits, tucking the head between her cleavage. “Knowing we could get caught… at any minute…”
She stood quickly, untying her bikini top and letting it fall, her breasts heavy and ripe and so luscious they made me actually begin to salivate. Then she pulled her bottoms down and turned around. I groaned softly when she reached back with both hands to spread herself wide, the round curve of her arse sloping down to reveal that hot, pink cleft, the place I dreamed about at night, so beautiful I thought if I looked there too long, I’d lose myself or die. She wiggled her arse back and forth slowly, looking at me from between her legs, her face framed by the pendulous sway of her breasts, her hair brushing the floor.
“Want some of that?” It was then – when she reached between her legs and grabbed hold of my cock – that I lost it. I forgot everything else – I forgot that Mum was downstairs arranging flowers and Dad was due home any minute and I was supposed to be going on a date with Jules in half an hour. I forgot everything but the captivating appeal of my sister’s pussy, and even if I’d tried, even if I’d made the attempt to remember all of those things, there was no way to resist when she deftly positioned me against her hole and slid all the way down onto my cock like a fireman sliding down a pole.
“Oh Jesus!” I whispered, grabbing her arse and pulling the weight of her into the saddle of my hips. She leaned back, her hair spilling over my shoulder as she steadied herself with her palms on my thighs. My hands went naturally around, cupping her heavy breasts, their nipples hard and growing harder as I rolled them between thumb and finger. The feel of my cock so deep inside of her was bliss, so good I thought I would pass out – and then she began to move.
It wasn’t a proper fuck – there was no thrusting involved. She moved her hips in splendid circles, grinding her arse down against me, making my cock writhe inside the encompassing heat of her flesh. She took my hand, moving it between her legs, helping me find her clit.
“Rub it, Davey,” she murmured, dancing around on my prick . “Faster, baby, faster! Yes… yes! That’s good!” I found the rhythm she liked, trying to keep up with her, our breath coming in short, harsh pants as we rocked together on the edge of the bed. Gasping, she slowed, digging her nails into my thighs, her hips still rocking slightly, more with the motion of my hand than anything else.
“Oh god… oh god… baby… sweet baby, yes, yes, make me come!” Her voice was barely above a whisper, urging me on, and my cock swelled inside of her at the thought of her impending orgasm. I worked at it, my fingers sliding through the wet heat of her flesh, moving across the hood of her sensitive, hidden clit, feeling her shiver in my lap. “Ummm… Ummmm… Ummmmmm…” The sound of her drove me starkers and I reached up with my other hand to grab her breast, squeezing and rolling her nipple, feeling her tense and stiffen.
“Oh!” Her orgasm surprised her, and the feel of her pussy spasming around my cock nearly ambushed me into climax, too. It was a delicious pull, the lure of the siren, the steady, rhythmic contractions of her flesh as she shuddered and rocked, losing her breath and finding it again a moment later in sharp gasps. She whimpered and sighed, sliding off my prick, leaving me wet and throbbing and aching for the heat of her cunt. Collapsing onto her belly the bed, she looked over at me, now all content and satisfied.
“You are so fucking good.” Her praise made both my ego and cock swell in unison. She reached between my legs, wrapping a lazy hand around me and thumbing the tip, back and forth, making me moan.
“Dawnie, please…”
She gave me a saucy smile, stroking me a little faster. “What’s the matter, baby brother?”
I groaned, trying not to think anymore about the possibility of getting caught. I was peripherally aware, my ears tuned to the sound of someone on the stairs, the squeaky board on the landing, but the feel of my sister’s hand tugging at my cock was too delicious to ignore. I wanted her – I wanted to fuck her senseless, make her scream. I wanted to come inside her so hard I saw stars and my ears rang.
“You started this.” I got up, grabbing her hips and pulling her to her knees on the bed. She gave a short, surprised squeal but her body didn’t protest. Her arse rose into the air, her pussy still swollen from her delectable dance on my cock. I slid my fingers through the wetness for a moment, taking myself in hand and pressing the head to the wet, peeking hole I ached to fill.
“Come on, Davey.” She was teasing, squeezing the muscles of her pussy against the head of my dick. “Take that pussy. You know you want it.”
That was a fucking understatement.
“You want to fuck your sister’s cunt, don’t you?” she murmured, the devilish tone in her voice taking me ‘round the twist.
“Yes!” I hissed, grabbing her arse and driving myself deep. She moaned and arched back, meeting my thrust. “Fuck yes!”
I wanted it. I wanted it, and more importantly, I was taking it. She was mine, completely and utterly. No more Ken the wanker, nothing between us, we were flesh against flesh, buried again and again, like an exquisite secret I never wanted to be revealed. I took her because she was mine, she had always been mine, and as much as I wanted to deny it, to pretend it wasn’t true – maybe I was afraid because I knew it really was so – fucking her was the closest I was ever going to come to complete. I never wanted it to end.
But Dawn was making those little squeaky noises again, her tell-tale “uh, uh, uh,” and I was so close, I was getting loopy – the world was fading in and out with every thrust. When she came again, her fingers working between her legs, her tits swaying beneath her against the bed, she let out several long, low moans, each one successively louder – way too loud to be mistaken for anything other than they were. I heard something – I thought for sure I heard something, that squeaky step on the landing, maybe? Panicked, I looked toward the door, worried Mum had heard and was coming to investigate. I pumped faster into my sister’s cunt, watching my cock disappear between the hot pink flesh, determined to come, come, come, I told myself I didn’t care who might interrupt us at any minute…
“No!” Dawn shifted her hips forward, and although I grabbed for her, she was too fast and out of my reach. “I want it!” she insisted, turning and grabbing my aching cock. “I want your cum. Make me swallow it all, baby brother.”
Fuck. That was it. I grabbed her by the hair, growling and thrusting my cock to the very back of her throat, not caring if she gagged – and she did, but she didn’t seem to mind.
“Ahhhhh fuck!” I groaned. “Swallow it! Swallow it all, Dawnie!”
She grabbed the clench of my arse in her hands and pulled me in deeper, the sounds she made in her throat urging me on, and I exploded, convulsing uncontrollably and shooting hot jets of cum into her eager, waiting mouth. I heard her swallowing, and I gave her more, more, blasting her with so much of the stuff I wondered, for a brief, dizzy moment, if a man could hemorrhage from loss of semen.
She grinned at me, wiping her chin, her eyes bright. “Mmmm… more?”
“You’re bad,” I whispered, stroking her hair, feeling my cock waning wetly against my thigh.
“You like me that way.”
She was right.
“Oh fuck!” I grabbed for my underwear and trousers, yanking them on. “I’m late.”
“What for?” Dawn pulled a cover over her, looking disheveled and distracting with one thigh peeking out from under the sheet.
I sighed. “My date.�
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“Oh right.” She rolled her eyes. “Jules the twat face?”
I reached for the doorknob, not wanting to look back at her. “Button it!”
“Don’t you want to stay here with me?” Dawn pulled the sheet aside a little – I did look back, I couldn’t help it – and I caught a glimpse of the sweetness I’d been buried in moments ago. “Mum and Dad are supposed to go out later.”
I actually considered it. I stood there and weighed the appeal of my own sister as opposed to Julie. Then I shook my head, grimacing, and told her, “Dawn, no. I have to go.”
I turned away from her pouty look, tried to block it out as I shut her door and headed down the hall. I went into the washroom, did a quick shave, brushed my hair and washed my teeth. I didn’t notice Mum on the landing until I started down the stairs. I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sight of her sitting there—just… sitting there.
“Mum?”
She looked up at me, and I knew. She knew. Fuck. Her eyes were blank. “Going out, Davey?”
I nodded, swallowing past a lump in my throat. “You all right, Mum?”
“Fine.” Her voice was distant. “Your dad will be home soon.”
“I’ll be late,” I said, stepping past her on the stairs. “Real late.”
“That’s fine.”
I wanted to escape. The thought that Mum knew – what had she heard? Anything? Did she really know? Why else would she be sitting on the landing, practically catatonic? I glanced back when I hit the bottom of the stairs. She was looking my way, but it was like she was looking past me.
What could I do? Undecided, I stood there another moment longer, looking at the front door, then back at Mum. Then it occurred to me – she was right. Dad would be home soon. If she had heard something… suspected something… and she told Dad when he came home? I didn’t want to be anywhere near the house when that happened!
I put on my shoes, grabbed my jacket, and headed out the door.
Chapter Ten
I was supposed to meet Julie at the I was supposed to meet Julie at the club, and she was standing outside waiting for me when I got there – decidedly late.
