deeper, more, more, more… I didn’t know until I felt her cunt spasm, actually felt her muscles flutter and tighten around my prick as she reached her climax and I realised this was no act, at least, not anymore. She was coming under me, shuddering, biting my shoulder to keep in her screams, which came anyway, wails of pleasure torn out of her throat with every thrust.
And Dawn was yelling at my door, knocking fast and hard, thrusting against the chair I’d propped there to keep anyone out. “David! Christ! The bloody neighbours can hear you!”
“Fuck off!” I gasped, looking down into Julie’s pained expression, the exquisite torture etched there making me feel protective and affectionate all of a sudden. I wanted to scoop her up, crawl inside her, die. And I hadn’t even come. Wasn’t going to, either. I pulled out, collapsing next to her on the bed as she purred like a kitten and cooed like a pigeon, curling her soft body against mine. I rolled to my side, hiding my still throbbing erection, letting her spoon against me and pull the covers up.
“How was that?” she murmured, kissing my shoulder blade, the tickle of her nails along my side as she slid an arm under mine a sweet reminder of her femininity.
“A stellar performance, ta.” God, that was mean. I realised it right away and meant to take it back, but I didn’t know how. Still, she didn’t say anything. Neither did my sister. Dawn had given up and gone away – or was still listening outside the door.
Either way, it didn’t matter. I closed my eyes against all of it, my head spinning, and slipped toward sleep.
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The ache of beer sitting in my bladder like a thousand stone woke me up, and I slid out from under Julie’s arm, stumbling toward the bog in the dark. The edge of the chair was still wedged under the door and I set it aside. Everything was quiet, the hallway a dark tunnel as I felt my way.
I shut the door and turned on the light out of habit. Mum insisted my aim at the toilet bowl was bad enough during the day, let alone at a sleepy two in the morning darkness. I was mid-stream in a heavy flow, my kidneys ridding themselves of the copious amounts of alcohol I’d consumed all night, when the door opened. I’d forgotten to lock it. Afraid it might be Ken, I turned my back towards the door, calling over my shoulder, “Give me a minute!”
“Just one?” The door snicked closed and my sister turned the lock behind her.
I shook off, my heart hammering, and dropped my shirt to cover myself-my shorts and trousers were in my room-turning to face her. She was wearing Ken’s shirt, navy blue button down, open from neck to the tail ends that hung almost to her knees.
“Jesus, Dawn-don’t you know how to knock? What if it had been Julie in here?”
“So what if it was?” My sister cocked her head at me, her eyes slightly narrowed as she slid up onto the counter while I turned on the tap to wash my hands. “I’d like to have a talk with that skank.”
“Look who’s talking.” I reached across her to dry my hands and she grabbed my arm, pulling it around her back.
“What makes me more of a slut?” she whispered, hooking her bare foot behind my knee and spreading her legs to pull me in close. “Letting Ken take my arse tonight or me wanting to fuck my own brother?”
My breath caught and I chided my cock for rising at the thought of my sister’s arse in the air, that puckered hole she had asked me to finger waiting for the plunge of something much larger and demanding. It wasn’t listening, though, my cock. It had a mind of its own. It knew just what it wanted-and what it wanted was sitting right here splayed on the washroom counter in the treacherous form of my sister.
“Come on, baby brother.” Dawn slipped her arms around my neck, her breath hot against my ear. “Enquiring minds want to know. Which is worse?”
“Dawn…” I swallowed and closed my eyes as she shifted, hooking her other leg around me and snuggling her crotch right up against mine. “God…”
“I was thinking about you the whole time.”
Her whispered words stopped everything inside of me. It was what I’d been afraid of and secretly – or not so secretly – hoping for. I slid my arms around her waist, under Ken’s shirt, which reeked of some awful cologne and was giving me a headache. Her skin was soft as down and I wanted to bury every part of myself in it.
I almost choked on my own words. “I was thinking of you, too. I couldn’t help myself.”
She sighed and melted in my arms, turning her face up to be kissed. I hated the thought of her mouth anywhere near the twat sleeping right now in her bed, but I didn’t taste a trace of him on her when I slipped my tongue in to touch hers. She tasted just like she always did-sweet, a little like almonds and honey-and I had a feeling she hadn’t, at any point, kissed Ken tonight like she was kissing me now, her mouth hungry and eager, her hands roaming all over my body as if making sure I was real, solid, and here to stay. At least, I hoped she hadn’t.
“Did you like his cock in your arse?” I bit the words off, each one, leaving angry red love bites on her neck as I pulled the shirt down over her shoulders. She slipped her arms out of the sleeves, lifting my shirt off so she could press herself fully against me, her breasts flattening against my chest as her mouth sought mine again.
But I wouldn’t kiss her. Instead, I cupped her chin, squeezing her mouth with my thumb and first finger, tugging gently at her lower lip. “Answer me. Did you like his cock in your tight little arse?”
I’d seen plenty of pictures of anal sex-Naughty Bitsdid a whole issue devoted to it once-but I don’t think my sister knew how much I’d thought about it, how that sweet, dark hole intrigued and called me into its humid depths. The thought of my sister’s arse up in the air being fucked made me want to bend her over right now and shove it into her with a force that would wake both Julie and Ken and make Dawn wail.
“Why? Are you jealous?” Her tone was teasing as she jerked her head out of my hand and reached between us, grabbing onto the steel length of me and squeezing out a torturous rhythm.
I rolled my eyes convincingly-I hoped. “Why should I be jealous of him? The guy’s all foam and no beer.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
I snorted. “His chimney’s clogged…he doesn’t have all his Weetabix in one box…his lift doesn’t go all the way to the top…he forgot to pay his brain bill…”
“David, stop!”
“You deserve better than him. Kenny Moore is living proof that evolution can go in reverse!”
She tried to look cross, but she couldn’t help smiling. “Well… I have to admit, his aerial doesn’t pick up all the channels…” Dawn giggled and even I had to grin at her attempt to play my game. “But he’s a good kisser.”
That did it. I grabbed her bottom and pulled her off the sink, crushing her mouth to mine. She tried to gasp, breathe, something, but I wouldn’t let her, my tongue probing hers, my hands spreading her arse cheeks, kneading her flesh with my fingers. We parted breathless, and I looked down into her glazed eyes for a moment, waiting for her to say something. Instead, she sank to her knees and took me into her mouth.
“Oh God, Dawnie…”
Her tongue ran like silk around the sensitive head of my cock, her fingernails tickling the hair on my balls, her other hand stroking me as she began to suck, the mischievous tilt of her eyes never leaving mine. I could have watched her suck me forever-the pink slide of her lips taut around my shaft, the stretch of her tongue to reach my balls when she took all of me in, the reddened swelling of her mouth as she rubbed the head against her cheek before taking me again-could have watched her until she made me shoot the load I’d been saving for her all night right down that sweet, swallowing little throat. But Dawn had other ideas. Better ideas. And who was I to argue?
“I heard you fucking her…” My sister whispered her words as she outlined her mouth with the head of my cock like she was using a lipstick tube, spreading my precum over her lips. “Did you like her pussy, baby brother? Did she make you come hard?”
I didn’t want to think about the girl sleeping in my bed. I didn’t want to admit to my sister that I’d had sex with anyone else but her, and the absurd, twisted paradox of it threatened to make my skull explode as Dawn stood and let me taste the pre-cum gloss on her lips.
“Did you like hers as much as mine?” She brought my hand between her legs and the heat there threatened to burn my palm as I cupped her bare flesh and slid a finger into her wetness. She sighed and shifted her hips forward, leaning her hands back against the counter and already involuntarily trying to fuck my hand, her eyes half- closing. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, before or since, and I wanted her more than I was willing to admit, even to myself. I couldn’t resist, and there was no point trying. I sank to my knees and pressed my face to
