“Okay, almost done!” I called. I grabbed the towel and wiped my cum off my sister’s pussy, working it between her legs, making her squirm.
“That was close,” I whispered as she hugged me.
“Not close enough,” she whispered back, working her hips against mine and I groaned. I knew what she wanted, and God help me, I wanted it, too.
I couldn’t seem to think about anything else, and while things were getting more and more out of hand, I still had a feeling she was going to get her way this summer, one way or another.
I just didn’t think I could hold out much longer.
Chapter Six
I came into the house around mid-afternoon, pulling off my tie and throwing my suit jacket over a chair in the living room. I found myself calling for Dawn, but there was no answer. The house was quiet. I went into the kitchen, getting a glass of water at the sink, half-expecting to see her laying out in the garden in the lounge chair, but she wasn’t there, either.
I’d spent the morning waiting in a queue of people for an interview at an insurance office. It was the only interview I had managed to get, and I was pretty sure I’d cocked it up completely. Just remembering it made me flush, and the thought of having to relate it all at the dinner table was really disheartening.
I considered turning on the telly for a while, but was too knackered and figured I’d just fall asleep on the sofa, so I just went upstairs. I took my suit pants and shirt off, hanging them over my doorknob for safekeeping, and then I climbed into bed in my boxers, not even bothering to crawl under the duvet. I hugged my pillow and drifted off.
I don’t know how long I slept, but I was dreaming about my sister doing a headstand. When we were younger, she used to do headstands against the wall. She would practice for hours at a time, her face turning practically purple from being upside down for so long.
In my dream, she was wearing a skirt and no knickers, and she kept opening her legs wide and closing them again, grinning at me. Mum and Dad were sitting right there watching the telly, and I was watching her from between them on the sofa, my cock as hard as a rock watching her pussy spreading every time she opened her legs. I couldn’t believe they weren’t telling her to stop, but I couldn’t keep myself from watching, either.
Then she collapsed on the floor and started crying, but Mum and Dad still didn’t notice. I went over to her and was trying to comfort her, but she wouldn’t stop crying. I don’t know when I realised that the crying wasn’t in my dream anymore.
The light had changed in the room, so I knew I’d been sleeping a while, but I could still hear my sister crying somewhere in the house.
“Dawn!?” I called, still foggy, rolling over onto my back and looking toward my open door. No answer, but the crying continued. I stumbled out of bed, realizing that she was in her room. “Dawnie?”
I found her face down on her bed, wearing dungarees, still in her trainers, sobbing into her pillow. I sat next to her, putting my hand on her hair, which was in plaits.
“What is it?” I rubbed her shoulder.
“It’s Ken!” Her voice was muffled, and then she turned her face to the side, giving a deep, hitching sigh. “Laurie and I went to the pictures this afternoon and we saw him there. He… he…”
“Don’t tell me.” I shook my head with a frown. “He was there with some slag?”
She turned over, crossing her arms over her chest. “How did you know?”
“Because, love.” I wiped at her tears with my thumb. “Kenny Moore has the I.Q. of lint.”
She smiled through her tears. “Shut up.”
“It’s true. Who was it?” I nudged her over and stretched out, leaning on my elbow next to her.
“Penny Thompson.” She sniffed and made a face.
“Ah, see.” I smiled, putting my other arm around her middle and pulling her belly to mine. “Now that proves it.”
“What?” She wiped at her face with her hands, getting rid of the evidence.
“If he’s choosing Penny over you?” I rolled my eyes. “Then I know he’s an idiot. Besides, if sex was fast food, Penny’d have an arch over her head.”
She laughed, and the sound was like music. It made me warm all over to see her smiling.
“What film did you see?”
“Pride and Prejudice.”
I made a face. “Could you have picked a bigger chick flick? There’s no way Kenny Moore was at the cinema to seePride and Prejudice . He can’t even spell it.”
She smiled. “No. I think they were seeing something else.” She frowned then and I saw tears in her eyes again. “I don’t think they were seeing much of anything, really, the way they were snogging in the lobby.”
“Hey.” I turned her face toward mine. I recognized the burning feeling in my chest. It was jealousy. The thought of my sister being with some other guy was actually making me jealous, now. I’m doomed. I’m bloody well doomed.
She looked up at me, and the emotion in her eyes made me melt. My dream had reminded me of when we were kids, and in her dungarees, with her hair in plaits, she looked almost like she used to when she would hold my hand and walk me to the corner shop and buy me sweets even though Mum told her not to.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” I leaned in to kiss her. She made a little noise in her throat, kissing me back, her mouth soft. She even tasted like sweets-she must have been eating some at the cinema, because her lips were still sticky with it.
Her hand slipped behind my head and she pulled me in, her tongue finding mine, probing between my lips, darting in and out of my mouth. She tasted even sweeter now, a little like peppermint, and I sucked on her tongue, wanting more. Her leg found its way around mine, the heel of her trainer digging into my thigh, making me wince.
She seemed to sense my discomfort, and toed off her shoes, pulling me over onto her, hugging me between her thighs as we kissed. The fasteners on the front of her dungarees were digging into my chest and I fumbled with them, tossing the straps over her shoulders and pulling down the front over her black t-shirt. She may have been dressed like when we were kids, but the full, firm breasts with their hard nipples under my hand weren’t a little girl’s, and I could feel my erection growing against the thick seam between her legs.
“Would you like them off me?” she whispered in my ear, licking my neck and making me shiver as she slid her hands up and down my bare back, her nails raking lightly.
“Yes.” I looked down at her. She was smiling again and her eyes bright, but no longer with tears.
She pushed me over onto my side and slid out from under me, letting her dungarees fall to her hips as she stood. Turning her back to me, she looked over her shoulder as she wiggled them over her bum. If someone had told me a week ago that I would be lying on my sister’s bed, rubbing my cock through my boxers as I watched her strip, I would have told them they were crackers.
But here I was-and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her knickers were white cotton and there was a little lace along the edge of the elastic around the legs. My eyes followed it around the curve and up between her thighs, where the gusset of her knickers was tucked between her lips. I could clearly see the indentation there when she bent over and stepped out of her dungarees.
She turned to me, still wearing her knickers and t-shirt and white ankle socks, her hair in plaits making her look more my age than hers. She even had sparkly little hair slides on either side, pulling her fringe back. The juxtaposition of her full, woman’s body and the little girl accessories was darkly exciting to me, and I slipped my hand under my boxers to squeeze my aching cock.
“Do you really want me?” She stepped a little closer to the bed, close enough that I touched her thigh just to feel the satiny smoothness of it under my fingers. I couldn’t believe she didn’t know how incredible she was, how much I wanted her, how much any man in his right mind would want her! My sister was the sexiest woman I’d ever seen, and I struggled with how to tell her that.
“I want to fuck you.” I slid my hand up her inner thigh and massaging her pussy through her knickers. Her
