“Let me make you forget all about her.”
I sighed. Good luck with that. “Let’s give it a try.”
Afraid to let her at my poor, aching cock again, I rolled her over onto her back as we kissed, sliding down and finishing unbuttoning her top. She made happy noises and even helped me with her bra strap when I fumbled behind her back for the hooks. Her breasts were almost as full in my hands as Dawn’s, but I was right about her nipples – small and dark, like little pebbles under my tongue. I pressed her tits together and buried my face between them, feeling a little dizzy, probably still more than a little drunk. I didn’t want to admit, even to myself, that I was imagining my sister, the velvet feel of her skin, the way she gripped my hair, guiding me lower, lower…
“Oh David, yes.” Julie whimpered and wiggled, but the sound of her voice broke my little trance, brought me back to the present, where it wasn’t Dawn in my bed after all.
“SHH!” I urged her, a little too harshly, and she jumped. Even in the dark I could feel her draw back. “Sorry… It’s just… my sister… down the hall…”
“Right.”
“I’m sorry.” I really was sorry. What was I thinking? Here was this girl, a nice girl by all rights, although a little bit slutty to be willing to do this on a first date – not even a date, really. But I could forgive her, considering we’d known each other so long. Here was this nice, willing girl, and I was feeling withdrawn and hateful. I lowered my head to her breasts again in apology, licking at her nipples. She sighed and arched, her breath coming faster as I sucked them into my mouth. I experimented, pressing them together, running my tongue back and forth between her nipples.
“Oh God! YES!”
Both of us froze at the sound of my sister’s voice. It carried all the way down the hall, frenzied and loud. “Yes! Yes! YES!”
I blinked fast, glad for the darkness so Julie couldn’t see the rising colour in my face. She would have mistaken it for embarrassment anyway, but it wasn’t. I was furious.
Julie giggled. “And you thoughtI was being loud?”
“Fucking hell!” Gritting my teeth against my sister’s moans, I pinched Julie’s nipples, probably a little too hard, making her squeal. “You like that?” She yelped as I sucked one of them into my mouth, working the other one between my thumb and first finger, and then she moaned, her head going back, her hips pressing up against me.
I was furious with Dawn and taking it out on Julie, but I’m pretty sure the girl in my bed mistook my newfound fervour as passion and saw it as a welcome change from my former laissez-faire attitude. She grabbed my head, pressing me lower, lifting her skirt up over her hips. I heard my sister making that tell-tale “uh-uh-uh” and knew, whatever they were doing, that she was going to come. The thought made me crazy and I pressed my face between Julie’s legs with a pained groan, finding the gusset of her knickers wet, the smell of her making me even more dizzy.
“Yes, Davey,” Julie whispered. It was the name they used to call me in sixth form-the name my sister used when she teased me. “Yes, yes, please, lick it, please…”
I yanked the material aside, exposing the soft, dark down of her pubic hair. I was grateful she wasn’t shaved smooth – I didn’t want any more reminders of Dawn.
“Tell me,” I insisted, parting her lips with my fingers, hearing her whimper. “Tell me you want it.”
“Oh God.” Her hips rocked up toward my mouth. “Please, yes. I want it. I want it!”
My sister was getting fucked. I knew the steady, staccato sound of her voice, rising with her orgasm, as a cock slammed into her again and again. That little weasel was fucking my sister. Never mind that I wanted to be that bloke – never mind that Ihad been that bloke, earlier tonight, rutting between my own sister’s legs like some wild boar that didn’t know the difference between food and rubbish. What was I turning into? My cock ached, listening to the rolling rise of her voice, the sweet catch in it, the way it lowered when she begged, “Fuck me hard! Harder! Come on! Come on!”
Was she thinking about me, I wondered? And what if she wasn’t? The thought made me go cold inside, remembering what she’d said earlier, about how wrong what we were doing really was. As if I didn’t know that? As if I hadn’t agonised over it from the beginning? Now thatI’d given in, she was…
It came to me that she was doing this on purpose-being loud, putting on a show-to prove something? But what?
Julie wriggled out of her knickers, spreading her legs wide again, inviting me with every rock and sigh. Listening to my sister was making me insane with jealousy and lust. I wanted to go down there, burst into the room, kick Ken’s whiny little arse from one end of the room to the other, and then give my sister the spanking she deserved-but I knew I couldn’t. I knew I shouldn’t even be thinking about it, shouldn’t even care. But I did. Far too much.
The girl whose legs were spread for me seemed to notice my hesitation, sense my dilemma. God, I hope not. I couldn’t see her face in the dark, but she was quiet now, her breathing slower. I made a decision, then and there, that I was going to make Julie feel so good she’d scream with pleasure-and maybe, just maybe, give Dawn a little dose of her own medicine.
“Louder,” I urged, parting her lips again with my fingers. “Tell it to me louder.”
I don’t know if she understood. Part of me thought she did, from the way she froze for a moment, her breath caught-but she did it anyway. That act alone excited me.
“Lick my cunt!” she insisted and I knew her voice was carrying down the hall, all the way into my sister’s bedroom. I smiled in triumph, lowering my face to Julie’s waiting pussy, my tongue parting the soft folds of flesh, searching for her clit.
“Oh yes,” she whispered, lifting her hips to my mouth. Then her hands were in my hair, mashing my lips and tongue against her, grinding her wetness against my face, and her voice rose louder, no longer asking or begging, but insisting, demanding. “Lick it! Yes! Oh God! Don’t stop! Make me come!”
That was my plan, of course, but it was out of my hands, now. Julie was using me, my mouth, taking herself there, and every word and moan reverberated through me. I was all tongue for her, letting her rub herself against my face, and I found myself unzipping my jeans, stroking my throbbing cock through the material as she twisted against me.
I couldn’t hear my sister at all now as Julie thrashed and bucked on my bed, and I was so relieved I might have sworn eternal loyalty to her or some such rot if she’d asked me in that moment. The girl was coming, and coming hard, her moans filling my head as she flooded my mouth with the sweetness of her cum. She rubbed herself off on my face until I couldn’t breathe and didn’t care, and then she pulled my head back, still panting from her climax, and whispered, “Now… let’s give them a real show. Get up here and fuck me.”
Hardly believing what I was hearing, I crawled up between her legs, my face smeared with her juices, and she kissed me, sucking my tongue deep into her mouth as she wrapped her legs around my waist. Her hand was searching between us and I helped her, shoving my jeans down, groaning when she wrapped her fingers around my cock.
“Julie…” I said her name, like an apology, and somehow I think she knew it, but it didn’t matter. She was going to give me what I wanted-and I was grateful for that, too. She guided me into her wetness and it was like sliding through butter. Wiggling underneath me, she arched and pressed into the saddle of my hips, digging her bare heels into my lower back to make me fit more perfectly inside of her. Her muscles were taut and stretched around my cock, making me heady with the sensation, eager to thrust toward completion, but I held back, caught between my desire and my fear of where it might lead.
“Come on! Give me that big, hard dick!” Julie’s nails dug into my back as she began to move underneath me, her body twisting and turning in my arms. I gave her what she wanted. Not just because she wanted it-and it was clear to me she really did-or even because I wanted it, but because I knew my sister was listening. I couldfeel her listening, could sense the rising colour in her cheeks, the troubled pallor underneath.
As much as I later would have liked to say I fucked Julie that first time because I really wanted her, it wasn’t about that in the least. I fucked her because I wanted to be fucking my sister-I wanted to make Dawn jealous, wanted her to wish it was my cock thrusting into her, my mouth muffling her moans as I rode her squalls of pleasure.
And Julie put on quite a show. She gave such an outstanding performance I couldn’t tell anymore whether she was acting or not when she threw her head back and called my name, begging me to fuck her harder, faster,
