“I wanted it, too.” My admission burned through me. “I want you. All of you. All the time. I can’t stop… God, Dawn, you’re…”
“Harder, David!” She insisted, rolling her hips, driving me on. I wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. The sweet pull of her arse, that shockingly stretched dimple of flesh swallowing my cock again and again, was sending me past the point of reason or thought or anything but pure sensation. She had given it to me, had longed for me, wanted me, ached for this as much as I had, and now she submitted completely and lost herself. I couldn’t argue, I couldn’t resist, I couldn’t do anything but surrender to her lust and my own.
And so I did the only thing I could do-I fucked her harder, driving both of us toward a delicious finish, her little clit swollen against my fingers. I wanted to bury all of myself into her, climb inside her somehow, and I shoved my fingers into her pussy, making her gasp and writhe. I felt my cock slipping into her arse, felt it through that thin barrier of flesh, and groaned at the sensation.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” She repeated it over and over, her eyes unfocused, her tongue sneaking out to touch the corner of her mouth. She rubbed her cheek against the coolness of the mirror, her lips pressing there, too, as if she were kissing herself, or some smooth, one-dimensional twin. The sight was incredibly hot and I felt that delicious buzzing in my balls, the sweet tightening that meant there was no going back.
“Dawnie, I’m gonna come,” I groaned, working the head of my cock back and forth at the hot opening of her arse. “Can I…? Can I…?”
“Come in my arse!” Her hands pressed, palms flat, against the mirror and she arched her back. “Fill my arse, baby brother! Fill it with all your hot cum!”
There was no stopping it. My cock slid deep as her hand covered mine, rocking her pussy against my fingers, bringing herself off, too. I felt her spasms, her pussy clamping down on my fingers, drawing them in, while her arsehole contracted, as if trying to push me out. This paradox was delightful, my cock caught right in the middle of the exquisite mesh of it all, pushed and pulled to the brink.
I growled low in my throat as I felt the first surge, coming up deep from my pelvis and finally spewing in delicious jets from the end of my cock, filling the dark, hot cavity of my sister’s arse. Our bodies melded together in that moment, both of us quivering with sensation, Dawn’s sweet climax coming in bursts like sunspots, almost blinding in their beauty. I closed my eyes to it and ground my hips into hers, unable to stop the wicked pleasure that flooded through me as I filled the most secret part of my sister’s body with my cum.
I could barely stand-my legs still shook with the force of my orgasm. Dawn’s body was sticky, and so was mine, but her skin gave off a bronze heat, and she was like velvet in my arms when she turned and wrapped her arms around my neck, giving me a long, soft, sweet kiss. I just held her, both of us still breathing hard, pretending that the washroom was some other world, not connected to our house or the people who lived in it-us included.
“We need to stop doing this.” Dawn’s eyes met mine. She looked sad and her words made me want to double over in pain.
Instead, I buried my face in her neck and breathed in her musky scent, and used an oft-repeated and used sibling phrase between us, only half joking, “You started it.”
Dawn laughed. It bubbled up from the softness of her belly and made me shiver with its light. “You’re a brat.”
“It’s all your fault.” I feathered kisses over her collarbone, amazed and bemused that my cock was stirring again at the feel of her in my arms. “You started it, and now I can’t stop…”
“I know.” She sighed, this time in pleasure, as she tilted her head back for my kisses. “I don’t want to stop, either.”
“You don’t?” I lifted my head to meet her eyes and saw that it was true. The realisation sunk in and I swallowed, glancing at the door and for the first time in a while wondering if someone might be standing on the other side of it, aghast at what they had heard.
“I don’t.” Dawn shook her blonde head, biting her lip. “I want you, David. I can’t stop… wanting you.”
I closed my eyes again and pulled her close. “What are we going to do?”
“I don’t know.” Her voice was a whisper and she buried her face against my chest. “I just don’t know.”
Chapter Nine
“David, who is this Julie who keeps ringing?”
“Mum, please!” I groaned and pulled the sofa cushion over my head. Dad was gone to a football game-I had declined the invitation for the sole purpose of catching forty-winks while no one rode me about a job. I’d flopped on the sofa with the pretence of watching a bit of the telly and had soon dozed off.
“That’s Davey’s new little bit o’fluff!” Dawn flew around the corner from the kitchen, carrying a bowl of Weetabix and dribbling milk down her chin onto the tops of her exposed, tanned breasts.
“Piss off!” I peeked around the cushion and glared at her, but it was hard to stay mad, watching the white liquid slide down her cleavage. It reminded me instantly of the way my cum looked covering her breasts and that made my cock jump.
Bloody hell! I shook my head to clear it, rubbing my eyes and blinking. I was just sick! Sick sick sick. And Mum was looking right at me. I was thinking about shooting cum all over my sister’s tits and Mum…
Christ! I needed help.
“Don’t you want to talk to your girlfriend, Davey?” Dawn smirked, wrinkling her nose at me.
“Girlfriend?” Mum folded her arms and frowned between us. Just the look in Mum’s eyes made me feel guilty – even though she knew nothing about what Dawn and I had been doing together.
“Davey’s dating no-knickers-Entwistle,” Dawn informed her, wiping her chin with her fist. I rolled my eyes and threw the cushion at her. She laughed and sidestepped it rather gracefully, not even upending her cereal bowl.
“She’s better than Ken the Knob-end,” I snarled, getting up and pushing past both of them. “Can’t you two leave a bloke alone for five minutes?”
“David!” Mum’s tone stopped me at the landing. “Your no-knickers girlfriend is on the phone.”
“Now?” I ducked back down to look at her. “Right now?”
“Why do you think I interrupted your cat-nap?”
I bounded back down the stairs and ignored Dawn’s raised eyebrows as I stumbled my way to the kitchen. Our phone wasn’t the cordless sort – it was one of those with the long, curly, stretchy cords, and I dragged it with me to the larder and shut myself in with the biscuits and blackcurrant jam.
“Jules?”
“Hey sexy.” Just the sound of her voice made something warm spread through my belly. “Are we still on for tonight?”
I looked at my watch. “Seven, right?” Crickey, I’d slept longer than I thought!
“I can’t wait.” Her voice dropped a little, and I knew she was talking from work. She had a cushy job in a posh office as a front desk clerk, and I kept asking her to get me in. “Guess what I’m not wearing?”
“You are very naughty.” My cock throbbed and I rubbed it through my trousers. I could imagine the exposed triangle of her cunt, just waiting to be parted by my fingers, my tongue. It made my mouth water.
“You have no idea.” Her voice was low and teasing.
“You better stop.” I grabbed a box of biscuits off the shelf, trying to distract myself. “You’re making me hard.”
“I should hope so!” Julie laughed – I was beginning to love her laugh. She was an incredibly fun girl, and she laughed a lot.
“Davey!” Dawn whinged, pounding on the larder door, trying to get in, but my back was to it. “I need the phone!”
“Buggar!”
“Go on.” Julie was still laughing. “I just wanted to remind you about tonight.”
“Definitely.”
She lowered her voice again, this time to the sweetest whisper. “Miss you.” “I miss you, too.”
