“Ohhh yes.” Her eyes closed, her hips pushing forward, making my cock shift to a delicious angle inside of her. “Rub it faster, Davey… faster…”
Hearing her call me Davey made me instantly think of my sister, and I didn’t want to go there. I tried closing my eyes against it, but that brought her nearer – I could see Dawn’s eyes glinting, the turn of her mouth and that mischievous smile. I’m not fucking my sister. I said it over and over in my head. Not Dawn. Julie. Julie. Julie.
“Julie!” I grabbed her hips, surprising her, I think. She was catching a good rhythm and losing herself and I had stopped that. “I… my…” What the hell was I going to say? Stop, because I keep thinking you’re my sister? Christ! “I’m getting a cramp… can we…?”
“Oh!” She moved off me quickly, still startled, looking like she didn’t know where to go, what to do, whether she should kneel or stand. She crossed her arms over her chest, biting her lip, and looked at me. I realized I was supposed to have a cramp and started rubbing my thigh.
“How about the bedroom?” I suggested, standing too, and pulling her against me, She looked so awkward and alone, and I wanted one of us, at least, to feel at ease. “Soft bed… soft music… soft skin…”
She grinned, reaching down to grasp my length. “As long as I get a hard cock.”
“100% guaranteed.”
“I’ll meet you in my room.” She kissed me softly on the cheek. “I have to use the loo.”
Her room was twice the size of mine with a bed big enough for three. I turned on a lamp sitting on the nightstand, tossed my shirt aside and flopped on. I heard the sound of water running in the washroom next door and wondered what she was thinking. I wondered if she was thinking about what I was thinking. Hell, I didn’t even want to be thinking what I was thinking.
I put my hands behind my head and closed my eyes, willing Julie to come back, because I was afraid to be with my own thoughts. I kept seeing the disappointment on Dawn’s face when I left, the strangely catatonic look in Mum’s eyes as I passed by. The guilt filling my chest threatened to choke me and I wanted to throw open a window and yell until my lungs felt free of it. I felt some sort of huge pressure, something weighing me down. It felt like everyone wanted a piece of me, wanted me to be something or do something for them. My head hurt. It felt like it was going to explode.
“Hey, luv.” Julie sat on the edge of the bed on the other side. She had put on a t-shirt, a long one with Betty Boop on the front. “Do you want to talk about it?”
I stared at her, feeling a lump growing in my throat. “About how I keep all my brains in my dick, you mean?”
“I suppose.” She smiled when she turned to look at me, but it wasn’t the Julie smile I’d come to recognize. It was sadder, and full of a deeper understanding than I’d experienced with anyone I’d ever known. “She told me, David.”
My heart stopped. Literally fucking stopped. “Who… what?”
“Dawn.” Julie sighed, crawling up next to me and resting her head on the pillow beside mine. “Your sister?”
I didn’t want to know. I asked anyway. “She told you… what?”
“She told me she was fucking you.”
“Oh Christ.” I covered my eyes with my arm, my stomach lurching. This couldn’t be happening. What in the hell was Dawn thinking?
“And she told me to leave you alone.”
“Oh… god…” I remembered my jealousy about Ken, how I’d fantasized about killing him. Had my sister really felt the same? “You must think…”
She touched my arm. “I’m here, aren’t I?”
She was. The woman knew the worst possible thing I’d ever done (it isn’t, it isn’t, you love her, you know you do, admit it, you love your sister and it isn’t just a sisterly sort of love) and still she was here. The next question that came to me made me sad: Why?
So now I was judging Julie for not judging me? What was wrong with me?
“I’m sorry.” I wasn’t sure who I was apologizing to – her, me or… everyone.
“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked again.
“I don’t know.”
“Why don’t we just lie here then.” She reached over me and turned out the light, snuggling up to my side. Her breath smelled like toothpaste, and I realized she’d brushed her teeth.
“All right.”
“Things might look different in the morning.”
Morning? That was my last thought before I drifted off.
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It wasn’t quite dawn yet when I woke from terribly conflicted dreams filled with painfully archetypal unseen monsters and long quests. I knew immediately I wasn’t home in my bed, but for a moment I forgot everything entirely, the disorienting feeling of being of nothing, lost, not knowing where or even who I was, completely overwhelming.
Then I felt her shift beside me, her breath against my shoulder, her arm folded in behind me like a soft wing, and I remembered -Julie.
“Morning, sexy.” Her arm unfolded and she slid a hand down my belly.
I swallowed, afraid of my own voice. “How can you even look at me?”
“How could I not?” Her hand snuck slowly south, petting my skin, making me shiver. “You’re a mighty fine sight in my bed in the morning.”
I blinked, stunned. “You’re quite something.”
“Thank you.” Her hand moved lower, finding me at a quarter-mast – I was always at least a little hard in the morning. “Now, I think I remember someone promising me a hard cock and a little attention on a certain part of my anatomy…”
“That’s right, isn’t it?” I turned and kissed her, trying to put every grateful feeling I had into that kiss. She arched and sighed and pressed her naked thigh between mine, like the slide of satin, her breasts full against my chest.
“I dreamed about fucking you,” she whispered, her hands in my hair, leading me – as if I needed leading – to the rising mounds of her breasts. Her nipples were hard already and I licked and sucked them, listening to her moan as she told me about her dream. “I was bent over the kitchen table, and you were spanking me, telling me what a bad girl I was.” The thought made my cock spring to full attention, and I traced faster circles with my tongue around her nipple. “And every time you spanked my bottom, I felt it in my pussy.”
I groaned, slipping my hand down to her mound, rocking it over the fullness of her pussy. She moaned, too, getting a little more breathless, but she didn’t stop telling me.
“You kept saying I needed to be punished,” she murmured, pressing with her hips against my hand, begging with her body for more. “And then you spread my legs and put your cock inside me.”
That thought had my cock throbbing and I reached a hand down to quell the ache a little. She didn’t stop: “You fucked me hard, right from the first.” Julie sighed and opened wider when my fingers found their way through her wet, pink flesh, parting the dark, curly hair and probing. “And every time you… oh!” My fingers slid in deep and she shuddered, clutching me. “Every time you shoved into me, you said ‘Bad!’… mmmmm… like that…” She moved her hips in circles, her pussy squeezing my fingers. “Just like that… you kept saying, ‘bad, bad, bad’…”
“I’m the bad one,” I confessed, feeling somehow connected to her dream. Had I been punishing her somehow for what I had done with my sister? “Julie, I wish she hadn’t told you…”
“I’m glad she told me,” she insisted, putting her hand over mine between her thighs. “I don’t want to have any secrets between us.”
“Christ!” I shook my head, blinking at her. “This isn’t a secret, it’s a… an abomination!”
“Things happen. It was a natural mistake.” She rocked, rocked, her eyes half-closed. “You were lonely… and, I imagine, really fucking randy.”
“You don’t find me disgusting?”
“Rather not…” She smiled. “I just want to know one thing.” I knew what the question was and I didn’t want to answer it. I was afraid of my response. “Do you want to keep on with her?”
Fuck. Did I? My head was filled with Dawn’s mischievous smile, her full hips, her nasty talk and hot fucking
