since Mum had said she and dad wouldn’t be back until the next day-something about staying in a guest house over night in Gatwick after some show.
Of course, that meant I was going to have to fight Will for her. I looked out at the dance floor and saw his hands already sneaking down past her waist toward her arse. Guess I was going to have to turn on the charm, I decided, downing another beer. I made up my mind, standing up and turning toward the dance floor, and that’s when I saw them. My height gave me a clear vantage point, and there was no mistaking her dirty-blonde hair and the mischievous smile she gave him over her shoulder. It was my sister, alright, leading Ken into the pub by the hand.
I sat back down, wondering if she had seen me, but she was clearly too interested in Ken. She stopped amidst the crowd for a minute, pulling his arms around her waist from behind and leaning her head back so she could say something into his ear. My eyes followed the long curve of her neck down the V of her white blouse, low- cut and showing off the tanned tops of her breasts. She had some red sparkly skirt on with shoes to match, like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, only I don’t think Dorothy had ever worn anything so short and tight.
I sank into my seat as they passed, sure she would see me now, but no-she was a girl on a mission, leading Ken toward the dance floor. She’d clearly come to dance tonight, and wasn’t letting him out of it, although I saw him give a lingering look toward the bar. He looked like he forgot all about it though, once they were out there. I maneuvered myself in my seat so I could watch Dawn wrapping her arms around his neck, rubbing up against him as the music pounded. It was 80’s nostalgia night and Rick Springfield was wishing he had Jessie’s Girl, and I rather knew how he felt. They were snogging, pressed up close, and even as far away as I was, I could have sworn I saw Ken’s tongue in my sister’s mouth.
I bit the inside of my cheek as I poured myself another beer, finishing off the pint. I told myself not to look, but I couldn’t help it. Ken’s hands were massaging my sister’s arse through her skirt, pulling up the material, and if it weren’t for the tables in my way, I was sure I could have seen her knickers. If she was wearing any. Was she wearing any? Fuck! I saw Julie dancing with Ken a few feet away, laughing at something he said. I stood up and threaded my way through the crowd, going around so Dawn wouldn’t see me as I cut in between Julie and Will.
“You two look like you’re having too much fun,” I said, slipping between them and winking at Julie. I looked over my shoulder. “Pint’s gone, Will-your turn to order.”
He shrugged, heading back to the table, and Julie shook her head, putting her arms around my neck. She seemed amenable to the change in partners, and I was relieved. Now, if I could just focus on the girl in front of me, and not pay any attention to the one behind me in the red skirt…
“So what have you been up to since sixth form?” I asked, my hands finding the soft curve of her hips. She was a little thinner than my sister, but not too skinny, and I liked that. “Did you graduate?”
“With honours.” She nodded “You?”
“By the skin of my teeth.”
She laughed. “Too busy trying to look up other girls’ skirts?”
I grinned. “Something like that.”
Julie felt good in my arms and when the music turned slow, she snuggled closer, putting her head on my shoulder, and that felt good, too. It gave me a chance to look around, though, and that was a mistake. I saw Dawn and Ken swaying together in a similar posture-except Dawn’s eyes were open and she was looking right at me. Something inside me froze, seeing the way my sister was watching us. She didn’t make any sign of acknowledgment-she didn’t move, she didn’t even blink-but her eyes said it all.
“You feel nice.” Julie tilted her head up, her eyes half closed and sleepy looking. I could smell alcohol on her breath-definitely more than beer-and knew she probably really had had way too much to drink.
“You feel nice, too,” I admitted, letting my eyes flit toward Dawn once as Julie advanced. My sister was still watching, eyes wide and blazing. Then we were kissing, Julie’s mouth soft and opening under mine, her body melting against me. I got lost in the sensation for a moment, I admit it, the press of her breasts against my chest, the curve of her hips moving under my hands. Even my cock responded, growing thickly down my thigh as we danced-that was, until I heard my sister’s voice.
“Prick!”
I knew she was talking about me, even though it was Ken she left on the dance floor as she turned and stalked off toward the lav. The song was over and I stepped back, looking down at Julie.
“Listen, I have to take a piss. Meet you back at the table?”
“Sure.”
I passed Ken at the bar. He was standing there ordering a pint and didn’t seem too concerned about my sister’s outburst. I found her in the lav, standing at the mirror between two other women, putting on mascara. I didn’t think twice about going in after her, in spite of the wide-eyes of the girl in the pink training suit who was leaving as I burst in.
“David!” Dawn blinked fast, staring at me in the mirror. “What in the hell are you doing in here?”
“Uh, wrong room,” said the ginger next to my sister, tucking her red hair behind her overly-pierced ears. “Blokes are down the hall.”
“Kenny Moore?” I sneered. “Like we both don’t know what he wants?”
“Look who’s talking!” Dawn’s eyes blazed again, that same look I saw when she was watching me out on the dance floor. “Julie Entwistle? She hasn’t worn knickers since we were all in primary!”
The two women on either side of her shrank back as we fought, hustling quickly out the door.
“You do realise there’s no vaccine against stupidity?” I asked, folding my arms and frowning at her. “Besides, Kenny Moore just wants to get into your knickers.”
She glared at me, mascara in hand. “So? What if I want him to?”
“Oh, so now you want him to? God, Dawn…” Our eyes locked in the mirror, and mine were just as on fire as hers. “You were the one crying to me about him the other night and now you’re going to let him just… have you?”
“It’s none of your business, David.” She shoved the end of the mascara back in the tube, zipping it angrily into her makeup bag. Then she looked up at me, curling her lip in a half-smile, half-sneer. “You’rejust my brother… remember?”
“Right.” I felt my jaw tighten and swallowed hard. “And you’re such a slag you’ll let anyone fuck you?” Her eyes widened at that as I stepped forward, trapping her against the sink. I could feel the swell of her bottom, the way her body was meant to bend over as I pressed my weight against her and hissed in her ear, “Even your own brother!”
She narrowed her eyes at me, shoving her makeup bag back into her purse and scowling. “Not anymore.”
“The hell you won’t.” I grabbed her arm as she turned and tried to move past me. “If you’re going to fuck Kenny Moore, you can damn well share some of it with me.”
“David-”
I kissed her, hard, pressing her back against the sink, forcing her legs apart. She struggled at first, squirming in my grip as I shoved my tongue into her mouth, my crotch between her thighs. I was rock hard already and when Dawn started kissing me back, her arms going around my neck, my cock started leaking like the Coedety Dam.
“David, hurry,” she urged, hiking her skirt up and pulling her knickers aside. They were red, too, like her skirt and her shoes. I groaned, seeing her cunt splayed open on the white porcelain as she rubbed herself. She watched me as I unbuckled my belt and shoved my jeans and shorts down my hips, gasping when my cock sprang free and reaching for it, squeezing, hard.
I wanted all of her and slipped my hand down into the V of her blouse as she stroked me, finding her nipple and squeezing it through her bra.
“Come on, baby brother,” she tugged me closer, lifting her feet up and hooking her red heels in the edge of the sink. This pushed her bottom out, and her pussy, too, opening it for me. “Take what you want-if you really want it.“ Her eyes dared me, her voice low, and she licked her lips as she glanced toward the door. If anyone came in “Dawn…” I hesitated now, looking back over my shoulder, but then she slid the head of my cock between her lips, rubbing me up and down her slit. “Ohhhh God…”
“Here you go,” she whispered, aiming me, pushing her hips up as far as she could. It was downright filthy, the way she was splayed out in the sink, and I reached in and grabbed her tits, pulling them out of her bra as I
