“Mum and Dad,” I whispered, groaning when her hand squeezed my cock.
“They’re in the kitchen, eating.” She tugged gently between my legs, rubbing the tip of me all over her oily belly. “Don’t you want to have something, too?”
She took my hand and pressed it over her mound. Her lips were full and swollen, hot to the touch, even under the water. She leaned against the back wall of the shower, putting her leg up and spreading her lips.
“Eat it.” She showed me with her fingers. I went down on my knees like a starving man, the water of the shower hot against my back as I dove into her pussy, licking and sucking with all the lust I’d been holding in over the past few hours. I forgot about everything-I forgot she was my sister, I forgot my parents might catch us, I forgot how incredibly wrong it all was. The smell and feel and taste of her made me forget, and I drowned myself in her juices, licking and swallowing her like I couldn’t get enough.
“Oh hell!” She rocked her hips against my mouth, her fingers tugging at her nipples. “That’s it. You’re so good, baby brother. Lick my cunt!”
The sound of the words made me crazy, and I grabbed her hips, wiggling my tongue and face against her snatch, faster and faster. She moaned, grabbing my wet hair and grinding against my face, just using my tongue now to get herself off. It was so hot that I thought I might come right there-my cock was throbbing for release. That was when she started making those little Dawnie “uh-uh-uh’s” and I thought I would just die.
“I’m gonna come all over your face!” She arched her back and came in my mouth, her body shaking and quivering. She nearly collapsed, but I caught her, standing and holding her body against me, the water rushing around us both. She was biting and kissing my shoulder and upper arm, still gasping and shivering.
“Oooooo God…”She looked up at me, with a half-smile and half-closed eyes, her wet hair turning dark. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“I know how you feel.” I leaned in and kissed her mouth. She met my kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck and tugging at the back of my hair. She reached around me for the soap and the flannel, starting to wash me up, running her hands all over my body. It felt incredible, and I watched her, seeing her eyes following her hands, over my chest, my belly, down to my cock.
She was all business between my legs, washing and scrubbing, but refusing to spend too much time. I was still hard as hard as a rock. She made me turn around and then she scrubbed my back, her little fingers slipping between the crack of my arse, making me jump.
“My turn,” I said, taking the flannel from her and starting to wash her. She moaned when I rubbed the cloth over her breasts, tweaking her nipples with my fingers. I washed under them, lifting them in my hands, feeling their incredible weight.
Her belly was soft and rounded, and turning brown. Her breasts were pale in comparison now, showing the triangle of her bikini lines. I washed between her legs, pinning her to the wall with my body and rubbing the flannel there, over and over, watching her eyes flutter closed, her tongue moving to touch the corner of her mouth as she rocked against my hand.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered into her ear, turning her around and washing the sloping curve of her back, the rise of her hips, the sweet globes of her arse. I slid my fingers in there, too, and she moaned and opened her legs when I did. That surprised me, and I touched her there for a moment, her little arsehole puckered and tight.
“I like that,” she murmured over her shoulder, and it made me smile.
She let me wash her hair, and we both rinsed off under the water, which was beginning to turn from hot to lukewarm. I thought we’d been in here a long time-too long. I was starting to get nervous.
I turned off the water and pulled the shower curtain open, grabbing the towel, and rubbing her down with it. I only had one, but I used it damp on myself, drying what I could. My cock wouldn’t give me a break, and it was pointing directly at her as she sat on the loo, smiling at me.
“Come here.” She crooked her finger. I’d been hard so long it almost hurt, but her hand was like silk as she began stroking me. I groaned when she took the head into her mouth, running her tongue around and around.
“You have such a nice cock.” She kissed the tip, looking up at me, her eyes, God, her eyes! When she looked at me like that, I felt like I wanted to give her anything, everything.
“I want it.” She rubbed her thumb over the head, making me shudder with pleasure. “I want you to pound my pussy until I come all over your cock, little brother.”
I groaned, feeling her tongue again, looking down to watch her suck me. Her eyes never left mine, and they were pleading, begging me, I could feel it in every motion, every look, every breath. I pushed my hips forward, sliding myself deeper into her mouth, imagining how sweet her pussy would feel wrapped around me.
“Come on.” She stood and slid herself up on the washroom counter and opening her legs. I loved looking at her like that, open and ready, her eyes full of lust. “Put it in me.”
“Dawn!” I shook my head. “We can’t.”
“Yes.” She reached out and grabbed my cock. “Yes, we can. It’s easy.” She slipped the head of my prick up and down her slit. She was wet and slick. She aimed me at her hole, wiggling.
“See? Just push in.” She rolled her hips. I could feel her pussy lips working around the head of my cock. Why did it seem like such a huge distance between this, and sliding in until I was buried inside of her? It seemed impossible.
“It feels soooo good, baby brother,” she encouraged. “Don’t you want to know what my cunt feels like?”
I took a shuddering breath, shaking my head. “I can’t.”
She sighed, her mouth turning to a little pout and my heart ached. “I want your cock,” she begged, and she sounded like she was in as much pain as I was feeling. “Oh God, please?”
I shook my head, closing my eyes, and I felt her hand on me again and jumped. She was stroking me against her pussy, rubbing me up and down.
“This isn’t fucking.” She stroked me harder now, right against her clit. I nodded, watching her pussy lips moving as she tugged on my shaft. Dawn was rolling her hips, whimpering. She looked around and then reached over, grabbing one of the candles that Mum used when she took a bath. It was thick and long.
Dawn turned it upside down, so the wick end was pointing toward me. “Fuck me.” She handed it to me. I didn’t hesitate this time. I slid it between her lips and up into her pussy. She moaned, arching her back and pressing against me.
“That’s it.” She raised her legs, putting them up over my shoulders. I looked down, watching the candle disappearing into her flesh as I pushed it in and out of her. She was biting her lip, her eyes closed.
“Oh David!” She grabbed my cock and tugged on it. She rubbed it against her clit again, stroking it there as I worked the candle in and out of her cunt.
Her little hand was pumping hard, and the feel of her wet lips, the hard bud of her clit, was almost too much. I thrust into her hand, moving the candle deeper into her, twisting it, loving the sweet, wet, squelching noises it made as I fucked her.
“Dawnie,” I groaned, feeling my orgasm fast approaching as she squeezed and rubbed me over her wet cunt. She was panting, meeting my thrusts, and I could almost imagine being shoved up inside her, fucking her hard like this, rocking toward heaven.
“I want you to come all over me,” she whispered, her voice low with lust. “Shoot it all over my cunt, little brother.”
I hissed as she rammed my cock hard up against her clit, pulling and tugging fast and furious now, and I shuddered, biting my lip to keep from crying out as jets of thick, hot fluid erupted from the tip of my cock, coating her clit and slipping down her slit toward the candle that I was still fucking her with.
“Uh-uh-uh!” Her voice was barely above a whisper, and I could feel the candle moving by itself in my hand as she came, like her pussy was trying to suck it deeper and deeper inside of her. She lay there for a moment, her whole body quivering, and I couldn’t remember ever seeing anything more beautiful in my life.
She sat up with a smile and a sigh, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me on the mouth. I heard the candle slip out of her with a little “plop” and it fell to the floor between our legs.
“David?” We both jumped when the knock sounded and Mum’s voice wafted through the door. We looked at each other with wide eyes.
“Yeah?”
“Hurry up, your Dad wants a shower, too,” Mum said.
Dawn’s hand was over her mouth, but her eyes were bright, like she was smiling under there.
