the table reading the paper.
He looked up when I skidded into the kitchen, heading for the Weetabix. “I set aside the jobs section for you, Davey.” He tapped the folded up paper next to him.
“Ta,” I said through a mouthful. I was eating them out of the box.
“A spoon and bowl?” Mum put them in front of me, giving me a look.
“Ta,” I said again, pouring them in. Mum handed me the milk and I splashed some on, sitting across from Dad and shovelling cereal in as fast as I could, hoping to be done before Dawn came down.
Mum sat back down at the table next to Dad, folding her serviette in her lap and eating her toast. She always sat with her leg curled under her like that, and it occurred to me that Dawn often did, too.
“Any interviews?” Dad asked from behind the paper.
I shook my head, chewing fast and swallowing. “Not yet. I’m going to ring Will today and see if he can get me in over there.”
I heard Dawn on the stairs and I choked on my cereal as she came around the corner. She had on the same white bikini she had been wearing yesterday.
Mum looked up and raised an eyebrow. “A bit parky to be wearing that out, isn’t it?”
“It’s my holiday,” Dawn reminded her, sitting down next to me and curling her leg under her just like Mum. She reached into the middle of the table for a piece of toast and began spreading it with blackcurrant jam. I could see the way her arse and thighs spread on the chair, and I remembered how she had been spread out on the table. This very table.
Dawn sprang up and flounced over to the cupboard, taking out a box of Frosted Shreddies, and said over her shoulder with her mouth still full of toast: “I’m going to get a suntan even if it kills me.”
“It might just.” Dad lowered his paper and eyeed my sister’s attire. I was eyeing it too, as if I hadn’t gotten enough of it yesterday. “You aren’t really going out in that-even in the yard-I hope?”
Dawn rolled her eyes. “I thought I would just lie on the table and sun myself in here!” She looked directly at me, smiling as she filled her bowl full of cereal.
I felt my cheeks getting hot and I lifted my bowl, drinking my milk to hide my face.
“Mum, can I borrow your black jumper?” Dawn asked through a mouthful of Frosted Shreddies, coming to sit next to me again.
“Where are you going?” Mum handed me a piece of toast as I reached for it.
Dawn smiled. “Ken gave me a quick snog at the pub last weekend-I think he fancies me. Laurie and I are going back up there tonight.”
“Alone?” Dad asked. “You should take David with you. He’s eighteen now.”
Dawn and I looked at each other, aghast, and we both said, “No!” at the same time.
“Mum!” we both exclaimed, looking at her and back at each other. I noticed a bit of milk dribbling down Dawn’s chin, and I flashed on yesterday’s table top adventure and the delicious sight of my cum dribbling down her slit. I averted my eyes, looking at the toast in my hand, but not before I saw her smirk at me and stretch her tongue out to lick at the white stuff.
“Mum, he’s such a baby! I can’t have him tagging along with me!” My sister nudged me in the side with her elbow, and I watched as her breast flesh shifted with the movement.
“Dawn, stop your whingeing!” Mum stood up and began to clear the table. “You can borrow my jumper, and you don’t have to take your brother.”
My sister and I both let out our breath. I got up, edging around her chair. Dad looked over his paper at me.
“Where are you off to?” He tapped the jobs section of the paper on the table.
I froze and saw that Dawn was looking at me, still munching on her cereal. She had the same mischievous look in her eyes that she had yesterday, and it made my stomach drop.
“I thought I’d ring Will-” I started, but his look stopped me.
“David, do I need to remind you that it is imperative that you find a job? Everyone here in this family contributes. I work. Your mother works. Dawn works.”
I snorted. “Right, tramping it up at the health club, that’s working.”
Dawn stuck her tongue out at me but she was giving me the finger under the table where Dad and Mum couldn’t see. I used my middle finger to scratch my forehead, looking pointedly at her.
“A job is a job.” My father held the paper out to me. “And I suggest you find one.”
“Alright, keep your hair on!” I sighed, coming over to pick it up.
Mum called over from where she was washing up. “David, don’t speak back to your father!”
I nudged Dawn’s chair on my way by, taking the paper and storming up to my room. I turned on my radio- loud-and waited for them all to leave. Mum poked her head in the door and saw the paper still sitting on my desk.
She frowned at it, and then at me. “David, please try.”
“I am trying!”
She came over to the bed and put her hand on my forehead, like she was checking for a fever. “You’ve been awfully stroppy lately. What is it?”
Your daughter is trying to book me a first class ticket to hell, I thought. I shrugged and rolled away from her, going to the window, and there was Dawn, laying out on the lounge chair, like some surreal deja-vu. Her face was obscured by a book, but I could see the rest of her well enough.
“I’ll find something, Mum. Give me a chance.”
“See you tonight.” She pulled the door closed. I hadn’t moved from the window-I couldn’t. Dawn was adjusting the straps on her bikini again, her breasts moving with the material, and I was remembering seeing her dark pink nipples for the first time. My cock seemed to like the thought, because it was starting to make my jeans more uncomfortable. “Oh, and David-behave!”
I turned my face to the door, incredulous, but she was gone. Behave? Hell, I was trying-I was really trying- but there was a very pointed part of me that wanted to be very, very naughty. Dawn was putting more lotion on now, slathering it over her belly, the tops of her breasts, the insides of her thighs. She parted her legs for the latter, and I remembered how she looked laid out like that, all wide open and frigging herself until she came. Fuck. I was doomed.
I spent the whole morning in my room, listening to music and trying to concentrate on finding a job. Dawn spent all morning on the lounge chair. I know because I spent fifteen minutes out of every sixty standing at the window, rubbing my cock and telling myself I was trying to get my erection to disappear. It was useless. I couldn’t think about anything now but my sister’s sweet, pink cunt.
I crept downstairs when I got hungry. A fizzy pop and a bag of crisps were handy and I was starting back to my room with them when Dawn came in the back door. She smiled and winked as she came toward me.
“I have a question for you.” She stopped in front of me and looked up. My eyes were on her breasts. I swallowed hard.
“What?”
“Do you think it’s working?” She reached behind her neck and untied the thin white straps that held up her bikini top. My jaw dropped as she lowered them and the two small triangles covering her breasts. There they were again-heavy, creamy white flesh topped with a brownish-pink nipple apiece that pointed straight towards me. My eyes flicked up to her face, and I saw that mischievous Dawnie smile playing on her lips.
“Can you see any lines?” She lifted her breasts, turning to the side a little.
“Dawn, quit it.” I cleared my throat and moved to go past her. “This is so wrong I don’t even know where to start.”
“I’m serious!” She edged around me and stopped in my way again.
“So am I.”
“Don’t be mean,” she purred, turning her back to me and pulling her bikini bottoms up so they rode between her arse cheeks. She looked over her shoulder at me. “Do you see lines?”
“No.” I stared at the full, round globes of her arse. “I think you’re going to have to stay out there longer.”
“Oh, hell,” she muttered, turning back around. Her breasts were still exposed and they swayed a little when she moved. “Ooo, crisps!” She snatched the bag out of my hand, opening them and heading toward the back
