her pussy, the motion of my lips and tongue making her gasp and then moan and rock against me.
“You licked her, didn’t you?” Dawn’s hands moved in my hair as she eased her bottom onto the sink and spread her legs wider. “You ate her hot, wet little cunt until she came all over your face, didn’t you, Davey?”
I made a muffled, choking noise against her flesh and then sucked the tiny nub of her clit into my mouth, making her head go back, a low growling sound coming from her throat. She tasted like a fig, just as wrinkled and puckered, too, my tongue finding its way through the folds in her flesh. I thought she was going to give me her come, let me take it, draw it out of her like a bee’s search for a sweet meal, but Dawn had, as I said, other ideas. Better ones.
“I bet she didn’t let you fuck her arse, did she?”
I groaned, even with my tongue pressed into the juicy hole of her pussy, my nose rubbing up against her clit. She pulled my head back, my face smeared with her juices, and slid down to stand onto the floor again. Her eyes were on mine, that mischievous look back in them again, a light I’d come to recognise and love.
“But you’d like to get your prick into a tight little arsehole, wouldn’t you?” Her thumb rubbed her wetness over my lips and chin, her eyes following her fingers’ trail. “Especially if it was your own sister’s tight little arsehole… wouldn’t you, baby brother?”
I couldn’t speak. I could barely think. The only thing leading me was the hot throb of my prick, pointing straight up from my lap like an arrow pointing the way as my sister turned around and bent over the sink. When she opened her legs, reaching both of her hands back to spread her cheeks, I saw it all – the swollen, fleshy part of her pussy lips, the pink glistening through, and especially the fluted pucker above it, winking at me like a teasing promise.
“You want that?” She furrowed her arsehole, squeezing her muscles and releasing. “Tell me, baby brother. Tell me you want to fuck your sister’s arse.” I groaned as she pressed one of her fingers to that groove, watching as the tip disappeared. My cock drooled at the sight of it and I gripped it tight, as if I could keep it collared.
“Dawnie…”
She fucked the pucker of her arse with one finger, her eyes watching me for a reaction. I felt dazed, sick with my own lust, but my cock didn’t care. Never mind that the girl I’d brought home was still asleep in my bed, and the bloke I’d heard my sister fucking was just down the hall. Never mind we were shut up in the loo. Never mind that the arse in front of me belonged to my own sister. My cock wanted what it wanted, and I knew we were going in.
“Wait!” Dawn squealed as I pressed the mushroom head of my prick between her open cheeks. She whirled around, her eyes wide, wagging a finger in my face. She looked so much like she used to when I was a tot that for a moment I froze. I flashed to the time she took me to the corner shop and caught me stealing, and I was so lost in the memory that, for a moment, I didn’t even register what she was saying. “Don’t ever try to put your cock into a girl’s arse without lubing up first, you twat!”
Before I knew what was happening, she grabbed a bottle of lotion off the washroom counter, rubbing the thick stuff between her fingers to warm it before slathering it over my prick. I groaned, watching as she worked it up and down my shaft like a salve with her greasy hands. She was still shaking her head and muttering to herself about how daft I was, just like she had when she dragged me back to the store to apologise for stealing, yanking at my dick now like she’d yanked at my hand then, urging me to keep up.
That memory stayed, superimposed on the moment, and I remembered how long her strides had been, how shiny and blonde her hair was in the sun as she swung it over her shoulder and looked down at me with that sharp, disapproving look in her eyes. I’d never wanted to please anyone else more than in that moment and was filled with the shame of disappointing her. I didn’t care so much about the sweets in my pocket or even that it was wrong to steal – which, of course, I knew. My longing had overcome my young moral sense. I’d wanted it so much, had stood there shifting my weight from foot to foot while my sister turned the pages of a teenager’s magazine from the rack and I just ached for it.
Just like I’m aching for her, now.
I watched, feeling as if time had slipped into some sort of lapse, as my sister stood, just as tall and beautiful as she’d been then, and leaned in to kiss me. My body was shaking in anticipation, and although I was taller than she was now, I still felt young as she instructed me on what to do and how to do it, turning to bend over the sink again.
“You have to go slow, David. Slowwwww.” She dragged the last word out, glaring over her shoulder. “Do you hear me?”
Her voice was chastising, the quintessential older sister, and I nodded my head earnestly, not trusting my voice. I thought it would come out in a squeak or the tenor of my youth, before my voice changed. I pressed the head of my cock against my sister’s arsehole and remembered that moment, wanting it, longing for it, aching. I didn’t have any money left and she wouldn’t buy it for me and so I’d taken it. Just slipped it into my pocket-a secret, shameful, burning delight.
My mistake was taking it out to admire it before we got home. I thought Dawn was too involved with her magazine, but I was wrong. She saw it out of the corner of her eye, and although I stuffed it quickly into my pocket again before she could turn her head, she knew.
“Oh! God! Easy, David!” Dawn’s voice drew me back to the present and I looked down to where her trembling hands held her buttocks open as I inched my way in. I could see my sister’s face in the mirror as she bit her lip, her eyelids fluttering closed and then open again, her eyes trying to focus on mine. “Feels so…big! “
Flushing with an instant feeling of pride, I still hesitated, worried about her. “Does it hurt?” I asked, and began to pull back, but she shook her head, arching and pressing against me, forcing the head of my cock to inch further in, making me groan at the sensation. It was sotight!
“Don’t stop!” She insisted, spreading herself even wider, the softly fluted hole of her arse accepting me in little flutters, the feel of it around my cock like the hottest, tightest little mouth in the world. I stood transfixed, wondering at the darkness I was slowly sinking into, when Dawn gave a sharp gasp and reached back with both hands to grab my hips and pull me into her completely.
“Ohhhhh fuck!” I wasn’t expecting it and just the knowledge that my cock was buried in my sister’s arse nearly made me lose it right then and there. Add to that the swell of Dawn’s quivering behind settled into the saddle of my hips, her greasy hands gripping my thighs, and the way her breath fogged the mirror as she begged me to fuck her- “Fuck my arse! Do it! Do it!”-and it was almost hopeless. The only way I could keep from coming was to close my eyes, throw my head back, and remember the feeling of disappointing my sister that day, the critical look on her face, the shame of returning to the shop, my sweaty, nervous little hand tucked into hers.
“Dawn,” I croaked, gripping her hips. “Hold still.” Thank God she did as I asked. I took a few deep breaths before daring to open my eyes and meet hers in the mirror. She had that sly smirk, that mischievous look, and that’s when I felt the tight hole of her arse squeezing itself around my cock. “Oh God… Dawn…”
“You like being in my arse?” She was teasing, the pink tip of her tongue raking over her teeth as she flipped her hair over her shoulder and glanced back at me. “Is that tight, baby brother? Is that nice and tight and hot around your big cock?”
“Yes!” I groaned, leaning into her and sliding my hands down into the V of her crotch. “You know it is.”
“Yesssss…” She smiled, meeting my eyes in the mirror and wiggling back against me. “And I love you in my arse… feels so much better than Kenny’s wee little thing…”
She knew exactly what her words were doing to me. My fingers found the soft, open part of her pussy lips, seeking the hard nub of her clit. She sighed and shifted, letting me know I’d found it, moving her hips in delicious circles and forcing my cock deeper inside of her. “Ahhh yes, yes… that’s it…”
“You really like it?” I searched her eyes in the mirror, seeking her approval, her assent, and found it. She rocked back against me, spreading her legs wide to allow me to rub her clit faster. She was beautiful bent over the washroom sink, propped up on her elbows, her heavy breasts swaying as I started to really fuck her. God, but that hole was tight! The head of my cock deliciously grazed the hot, spasming band of muscle before sinking deep again. My sister’s eyes fluttered closed and opened again, her cheek resting against the mirror, her breath making a fine mist over its surface as she moaned softly with each stroke.
“Yes, baby,” she whispered, tilting her hips, an offering, a question – More? More? “Oh God, baby brother, I was thinking about you the whole time…” Our bodies slapped together now, my cock sinking deep into her tight channel, the lotion she’d coated me with easing the way, and still, it was so snug! “I was wishing it was you… oh Davey, I wanted you. I wantedyour cock in my arse. I wanted this… I wanted this…”
