shoved forward, sinking my cock into her. The top button on her blouse popped open as I kneaded her flesh and when I glimpsed her heavy breasts overflowing their cups, I wanted more.
“David!” She hissed at me as I pulled her blouse open further, watching her tits sway as I fucked her, pounding myself deep into her pussy. I thumbed her nipples and she moaned, balancing herself on the sink with her hands behind her, lifting her arse to meet me. Her thighs were splayed, thick, the muscles quivering, and the juicy sound of her pussy was driving me crazy as I slid into her tight little crevice.
“Wait, wait,” she gasped, arching, biting her lip as I grabbed her hips, driving my cock deeper. “I can’t… like this… anymore…”
I pulled her forward, helping her down, kissing her hard as I did. Her tongue melted against mine, her body soft in my arms as I turned her around and bent her over the sink. The swell of her arse filled my hands as I shoved her skirt up over her hips and pulled her knickers down to her knees. She spread for me right away, arching her back and lifting her bottom, showing me what she wanted. I aimed my cock at her hole, watching in amazement as I disappeared into her, sliding forward until I was just gone, buried somewhere in the deepest, most secret part of my sister’s body.
“Play with yourself, Dawnie,” I urged, grabbing her hips and starting to fuck her. I wasn’t going to last long at all-and that was probably a good thing, I wagered, glancing back at the door, which had still not opened… yet. “Make yourself come for me.”
She whimpered as I slammed her into the sink, reaching underneath to find her clit, rubbing it fast and hard. Her face was a beautiful mask of pleasure in the mirror, her breath fogging it as she panted toward her finish line, her pussy squeezing me every so often, making my cock jerk in response. Just watching her touch herself made me want to come. I felt it building as she moaned and gasped, her tits completely out of her blouse and slapping against the faucets as I fucked her.
“Ohhhh fuccckkkk!” She whispered, her mouth open as she pressed her cheek against the mirror, her tongue sneaking to the corner of her mouth. “I’m gonna come for you, David. Oh God, baby… baby… nowwwww.”
I felt it, the sweet shudder, the quivering spasms of her cunt around me as she came. I grabbed her hips and held her still on my cock, feeling my own orgasm hovering right at the edge. If I hadn’t closed my eyes, the sight and sound of her together would have pushed me over. As it was, just the quivering edge to her voice as she came, the low tremble and tremor of her, nearly sent me.
“Dawnie,” I warned, my fingers digging into her hips and arse. “Oh fuck, Dawn, I’m-”
She was quick, shifting her hips forward and turning to take me into her mouth before I knew what was happening. Now I could look at her, squatting on the washroom floor in her red heels, her skirt pushed up, her blouse open, her eyes big as she took my full length into her mouth. There was no holding back at the sight of her. I grabbed the back of her head, moaning as I thrust against the soft ease of her tongue, the sweet resistance of her palate.
She made soft noises as she began to swallow and I watched her through half-closed eyes, giving all my cum to her in huge, trembling waves. My hips bucked uncontrollably, my balls tight as they emptied themselves over my sister’s eager tongue. She moaned and sucked me harder, making me shudder as she sucked me dry, my cock began to go almost immediately soft in her mouth.
“Dawnie, Dawnie,” I whispered, easing myself back, pulling her up to me. I kissed her, grabbing her bottom, still bare under her skirt. “What are you doing here with him? I couldn’t stand seeing you-”
“Don’t.” She kissed me back, quick and light, then pulled her knickers up and started tucking herself back in. I adjusted myself, too, pulling up my shorts and jeans, watching her run her fingers through her hair in the mirror.
“Don’t what?” I swallowed, moving in behind her, putting my arms around her. She sighed, leaning back against me for a moment.
“Youare my brother… remember?”
Her words cut me, reminding me of what I didn’t want to be reminded of, and I took a step back. “So what now?” I thought I saw her lip tremble, but she turned to me and said, “Now I go back out to my date… and you go back out to yours.”
I shook my head, denying it. “That’s… that’s just bloody wrong, Dawn.”
“No.” She pressed her fingers to my lips. “This is.”
I pulled away from her as she started to walk past me. “Then why doesn’t it feel wrong?” I called. “It does.” She glanced over her shoulder at me, her expression caught between that mischievous Dawnie smile and something else, something sadder. “That’s why it feels so good.”
She pushed the door open and went out. I stood there for a minute, leaning against the sink, trying to remember how to breathe. When a little goth girl came into the washroom, she stood at the door with her mouth hanging open so far I could see her tongue stud. It wasn’t until then I remembered where I was.
“What are you staring at, you bloody bint?”
I shoved past her and went out into the pub, determined not to look for my sister.
Chapter Eight
Julie was right in the middle of giving me such a bad blowjob-including teeth, a grip like a vice and a bruising Hoover-like suck-that it felt like she was going to pop the head of my cock like some blistered spot. I knew I was going to have to stop her and was just about to when she sat up and asked, “Where’s the loo?”
“First door on your left.” I was glad she had to go. It didn’t just give my poor dick a break-it gave me time to think about ways to get rid of her. I could only vaguely remember her hanging on my arm earlier in the night while I watched my sister grind on the dance floor with Ken. When the pub closed down, and Dawn gave me her little finger-wagging wave on the way out, somehow Julie ended up tagging along after me while I trudged home, talking the whole while, although I’m not sure what about.
I heard a flush and sighed, yanking my jeans up over my waning cock. I knew it was crazy – I had a girl, a perfectly willing, more than sufficiently sloshed and decidedly randy girl – in my very own bedroom, and I was about to ask her to leave. And why? Because all I could do was think about my damned sister and the way she felt earlier all over me as I fucked her in the washroom of the pub? What kind of knob was I turning into?
“What are you doing here?” Dawn’s voice carried clearly through my door and I bolted out of bed to find her standing in the landing, Ken coming up the stairs behind her. Julie blocked their way down the hall, her top still half undone. I noticed Ken noticing and gritted my teeth. “What the hell, David? Mum and Dad take a trip and you decide to turn the house into a knocking shop?”
I snorted, looking pointedly at Ken, and picked up an imaginary telephone. “Hello, Pot? This is Kettle. You’re black.”
Dawn had the decency to blush, at least. “Ken’s place is… unavailable.”
“Spraying it for fleas?”
“Shut up, David.”
“Julie.” I held my hand out to her and she smiled and melted rather nicely against me in the doorway. I enjoyed the look of fury on Dawn’s face. “Let’s get back to knocking.”
“I’m telling Mum.”
“You do that.” I pulled Julie past me, into the room, and lowered my voice. “And I’ll have lots of interesting things to tell Mum about my…older… sister… the one who’s supposed to be looking out for herbaby brother…”
She glanced back at Ken and then hissed. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
I grinned as she stamped her foot, her hands balled into fists at her sides, but I shut the door before she could start her building tirade and shoved a chair under the door handle so she couldn’t burst in. Julie sidled up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist and taking steps back toward the bed.
“Don’t you hate having a sister?”
“You have no idea.”
She put her hand over my crotch and sighed. “You must be really ready to blow.”
“You have no idea.”
