Looking at her dungarees and trainers on the floor, and found myself remembering my dream, me sitting between Mum and Dad, watching her do a headstand and showing me her pussy. My face was flushed at the thought.
“Are you okay?” I kissed her hair, wondering what time it was and how soon 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 my own sister, and I knew I should feel ashamed-the part of me that was listening for 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 was 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 alright.
That can’t be right. Bugger-all if it wasn’t, though. After all her mithering about Ken, she was off playing tonsil tennis with him 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… go 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 ofThe Hobbit and tried to read, but the words just kept swimming in front of my eyes and an image of my sister 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 made my cock hard to think about.
Not that it was uncommon, my imagining the degree of moisture that currently existed between my sister’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 my sister’s 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 tonight.
“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 like my sister’s. 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 said with a grin. 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 my sister… 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 my sister. 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 my sister’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,
