She moved her hand between my legs, rubbing it up and down the length of my shaft through the thin material.

I groaned, “Yes. Oh God, Dawn, yes.” I grabbed her hand, pushing it away. “You gotta stop. We really can’t do this.”

She pouted, her brow knitting. “Why not?”

“Because,” I choked. “Because you’re my sister.”

She sighed, moving back and sliding up to sit on the table. She smiled, then, her eyes getting that mischievous glint they used to whenever we were gonna do something we’d get in big trouble for. “Well… what if we don’t touch each other?”

I frowned. “What do you mean?”

She bit her lip, leaning back on the table so she was laying down. I gasped at the sight of her, spread out on the table topless, the bikini bottoms showing the clear outline of her cunt, swollen and thick. God, I wanted to see. My cock was tenting my boxers, and there wasn’t a damned thing I could do about it.

She put her feet up on the table and lifted her hips, sliding the white bikini bottoms down her thighs. Then she spread her legs, and I could see her cunt, shapely and bulbous, the dark hair trimmed. My whole body responded, wanting to climb inside her somehow, bury myself there. My cock knew exactly what it wanted, even if my head was telling me no. She leaned up on one elbow with a smile, using her other hand to reach down and open her lips, showing me the pink inside.

“Oh, God,” I groaned, grabbing for my cock. I couldn’t help it.

“Let me see, too.” She nodded toward the hand kneading my boxers. I flushed, but I pulled them down, my erection springing free, and I couldn’t help noticing how it was aiming directly at my sister’s glistening cunt. I watched her hand move between her legs, rubbing her clit.

I knew it was a clit, I just hadn’t ever seen a real one before. I’d seen pictures, up close pictures even, but this was entirely different from looking at a magazine, and my cock knew it. It was leading me toward the table as I watched her rub herself. She breathed harder, her eyes half closed, her feet up on the table and her legs spread wide.

“Dawnie,” I whispered, nearing the edge of the table and looking down at her. “I want to look at it.”

She smiled, using both hands and reaching down to open herself up for me. Oh, God, it was just like in the picture, only this was real. I bent down to take a peep, my eyes caressing the delicate folds and creases of her, dipping down to that lovely dark hole, where I felt like if I stared long enough, I could just get lost. I realised I could smell her. This was the smell of cunt! Tangy, a little musky. I could actually feel the heat of it against my face.

“I’m so randy,” she murmured, slipping one of her fingers into the hole as I watched. That’s where my cock would go, I thought, and it jumped in my hand as if to say, “Hell yes! Come on, man!” I stood, swallowing hard. So quiet, it was almost a sigh, she said, “I’m just going to rub myself off, ok?”

I nodded, watching her finger fuck herself, listening to the sloppy wet noises she made. My cock felt three times its normal size, like I could split the world open with it. As I began to pump it, I was actually surprised my hand could reach around it, that’s how huge it felt. Dawn was moaning, using one hand on her cunt, the other pulling and tugging at her nipples.

My hand moved faster, and I could see her eyes half-open, looking down between her legs. I wondered if she was staring at my cock, and if she liked what she saw. Did girls like looking at us as much as we liked looking at them? I stroked the shaft, squeezing the tip, slick with pre-cum. My cock was pointed directly at her cunt, less than a foot away.

“Faster, David,” she whispered, still frigging herself, her whole body moving with it, her hips rolling on the table. “Wank it faster. I want to see.”

I did, shuttling my hand up and down, watching her flesh move under her hands, her lips swollen, the pinkness moving toward red. It matched the head of my cock, which was so red now it was almost purple as I stroked it. I could feel it building-it wouldn’t be long. She was making these little noises in her throat, “uh, uh, uh” over and over, her head rolling from side to side.

“Ohhhhhh fuck!” Her eyes opened to look at me. “I’m gonna come!”

I groaned, pumping my cock furiously now, watching her come. She moaned and gasped, her whole body shuddering.

“Oh bloody hell!” I felt my own climax beginning. She slipped her feet off the table and scooted to the edge, grabbing my pulsing cock in her hand. That was more than enough to send me over, but then she pointed my spurting cock directly at her cunt. I groaned and jerked against her, shooting jets of hot, sticky cum onto her mound, watching as thick, ropey strands of it clung to her pubic hair, and some even dribbled down between her lips. I watched its descent, fascinated, my cock still throbbing in my hand.

When I was spent, she smiled, lifting her hand to her mouth. I watched, caught somewhere between horror and fascination, as she licked my cum off her hand.

“We taste good together, baby brother.” She smiled.

I tucked my traitorous cock back into my boxers, flushing with embarrassment now. “Dawn… what are we doing?”

“I don’t know.” She slipped off the edge of the table. She turned to pick up her bikini bottoms that had fallen to the floor and my cock jumped in spite of the fact that it had just been sated. She turned and kissed me on the cheek, chaste, like a sister would, still bollock naked. “But don’t you want to do it again?”

I shook my head no, but there were other, more treacherous parts of me that were saying “Yes!” with a great deal of vigour and enthusiasm.

Chapter Two

Mum knocked on my door for the third time that morning, and I groaned, covering my head with the pillow.

“David, c’mon now!”

“Okay!” I called, my voice muffled, hiding from the sun that was starting to peek through my window. I didn’t want to face them. I didn’t want to face anyone. Thinking about what happened yesterday made me want to stay under my pillow for just about forever.

I rolled over and tucked the pillow behind my head, staring up at the ceiling. How was I going to sit across the same breakfast table from her, considering what had happened on that table less than twenty-four hours ago? With Mum and Dad sitting right there? I swallowed hard, putting my arm over my eyes. Maybe if I just pretended nothing happened-and avoided Dawn. It was time to call my mates and see if there was somewhere I could hang all day-for the next two weeks.

I rolled out of bed, opening my door and looking down the hall. I could hear Mum wittering on downstairs to Dad about something. Dawn’s door was closed. Grabbing a flannel and a towel out of the closet, I locked the door to the toilet with a relieved sigh. I started the shower running and cleaned my teeth while the water got hot. When I went to put my toothbrush back, I saw something white on the floor.

“Oh, bugger me,” I whispered as I picked it up-a pair of Dawn’s knickers! I sat on the toilet and stared at them. They were plain white with a little lace edging. The water running in the shower was hot enough to create steam now, but I ignored it, turning her knickers inside out and touching the gusset. They still felt damp! I looked around, as if someone could possibly see me, and lifted them to my nose.

Oh my God-that was the smell of my sister’s cunt! My cock jumped in response, and I remembered in living, vivid colour the sight and sound and smell of my sister finger-fucking herself on the table downstairs. With that image, coupled with the wet, pungent knickers against my nose, my cock went into a full betrayal and tented my boxers. A knock on the door made me jump and I nearly screamed like a girl.

“David!” It was Dawn. I threw her knickers on the floor like they were on fire.

“What?”

“Hurry up in there, ya git!”

“Naff off!” I hoped my voice wasn’t trembling as much as the rest of me. I got into the shower and finished as quickly as I could, not because of Dawn’s insistence but because I wanted to get out of the house. Dad was at

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