door.
“Hey!”
“So come and get ‘em,” she teased, waving the bag and winking. “Oh, David-it’s hot out here. Would you get me an iced lolly? Please?”
I sighed, turning back toward the fridge and fulfilling her request. When I walked outside, she was back in the lounge chair, her top done up again, munching on the crisps.
“Let’s trade,” I said, holding out the lolly and pointing at the crisps. She handed me the bag and I gave her the lolly, watching her unwrap it as I opened my Coke. I sat at the patio table, stuffing crisps into my mouth and washing them down with sweet carbonation. It was enough to make my eyes water, but if that didn’t do it, then watching Dawn suck her lolly would have.
It was pink and it made her lips and tongue turn colour as she licked it. She turned it around and around in her mouth, making little happy noises. She saw me looking at her and really started putting on a show, trailing her tongue from the base to the tip, swirling it around and then-holy fuck! She took the whole iced lolly into her mouth, all the way to the stick! I choked on my fizzy drink, feeling my cock aching.
“You like that?” she asked after she’d pulled it from her throat, wet and pink and glistening. I nodded, not trusting my voice.
“Have you ever had a girl do that?” I shook my head, watching her twirl the lolly against her pinkened tongue.
“Do you want to?” She swung her legs off the side of the lounge chair and sat up. “I love doing it. Sliding a big, thick prick into my mouth. I can take a lot ‘til I gag on it.” She showed me, with the lolly, just how much she could take again, all the way to the stick.
“I’m not saying I mind gagging.” She grinned. “You should gag a little on a bloke’s cock. They like it. Makes them think they’re much too big for your tiny little mouth.”
Oh, holy hell. My cock was raging in my pants now, and I felt like I was in some sort of a trance, listening to her, watching her. The thought of my cock in her mouth was making me loopy, and the thought that she might gag a little on it?! Christ! I shook my head, as if to clear it, standing up.
“I need to look for a job.” I wasn’t sure if I was reminding her or myself. I made it all the way to the living room before she caught up with me. She didn’t have the lolly anymore, but her mouth was pink and sticky with it as she smiled up at me.
“You don’t need to look anymore.” She pressed herself against me. I could feel her sun-warmed skin, like she was a little running heater.
“What?” I wasn’t thinking clearly at all. She ran her hand up the inside leg of my jeans to my crotch, cupping and rubbing her hand there. I gritted my teeth, willing myself not to respond. I was already as hard as a rock.
“You don’t need to look for a job.” She sank to her knees in front of me. Oh God. My sister on her knees, looking up at me while she unzipped my pants, was just too much. “I’m going to give you one.”
She freed my cock, and I leaned back against the wall to have something to hold me up. Her pink tongue was licking her lips, wetting them, as she began to stroke me.
“Dawn, no!”
“A nice, long blowjob.” She kissed the tip. “Isn’t that what you really want?”
Once her mouth opened and took me in, I was lost. I had never felt anything so incredible in my life! Her mouth was actually still cold but soon warmed up as she showed me with her lips and tongue just exactly what she had done outside to the lolly.
I had imagined what it would be like to feel a girl’s mouth on my cock, but my imagination hadn’t gone nearly far enough.
Her tongue painted liquid velvet strokes all over the tip, using her hand to hold the skin down tight. She bobbed her head on it then, taking more and more with every motion, working her way down to the base. Her mouth was like a tight, wet core of heat all around me, and she never took her eyes off mine as she sucked, deeper and deeper.
I watched as I disappeared into her mouth until-for fuck’s sake! She was gagging-my sister was gagging on my cock! Her head moved faster and faster, still, in spite of her discomfort. I felt my knees go weak and they started to buckle. Dawn stopped then, her mouth gone from pink to red, now.
“Let’s get more comfy.” She tugged at my cock as she stood. She used it as a leash, leading me with her as she moved to the sofa. I watched her hips sway, the way the bikini bottoms hugged her and rode up a little. She pushed me down and pulled my jeans the rest of the way off, and then my boxers, too. She knelt between my legs, batting at my cock with her fingertips, her nails grazing the shaft lightly.
“How do you like it so far, little brother?” Her mouth was inches from the tip. I could feel her breath, and could even smell it, the cherry pink lolly. I wondered if she still tasted like it, and found myself wanting to kiss her. That seemed so much more wrong than anything we’d done, somehow.
“Dawn…” I reached out to touch her hair and tucking it behind her ear.
“Don’t say no.” She shook her head and smiled, moving her mouth back over me now, covering me and taking me in. I groaned, moving my hips with her, I couldn’t help it.
“Oh, hell,” I moaned. “This is so wrong!” Her mouth was heaven, slick, hot heaven up and down on me, her fingernails grazing my balls now.
She came up for air, still stroking me. “That’s why it feels so good,” she whispered, her eyes on mine. She was right, and I knew it. Aside from the physical sensation, which was unbelievable, it was also the fact that Dawn was my sister, and that we were both round the twist to even be thinking about this, let alone actually doing it on our parents’ sofa.
She went back to work on me, and I could feel my pent-up lust for her ready to explode. I reached my hand down, tentative at first, feeling her breast through her bikini top. She smiled around my cock, still working it in and out of her mouth, and she didn’t miss a beat as she reached around and undid it, exposing her flesh to me. Oh my God, she was incredible.
I rolled her nipples in my fingers as she sucked me and that made her move up and down faster and moan around my cock, sending vibrations down my shaft. Her tits swayed as she moved, brushing up against my thighs. I put my hand on the top of her head, pressing her down a little until she gagged. I groaned, and she smiled again around my shaft, still not letting up. I wasn’t going to last much longer, and I think she knew it.
That’s when she stopped, using her tongue to roll around tip, slipping under my foreskin to reach the sensitive flesh underneath, making me buck and groan against her. She stood then, slipping her bikini bottoms down and untying her bikini top, letting them both drop to the floor. Then she spread her pussy lips open, moving between my legs so I could see her.
“Do you want to touch me?” She put one foot up on my thigh so her lips were slightly open. I nodded, reaching my hand out and brushing it over the soft skin of her vulva, stroking in the direction of her trimmed bush, all the hairs seeming to direct my fingers between her lips. I spread her with one hand, using my thumb and forefinger, peering into the pink. The closest I’d come to a cunt was a brief feel down Sara Bailey’s knickers in a dark bedroom at some party, just enough to feel hair and wetness before she pushed me away.
Dawn was wide open to me, in full daylight, and I took my time exploring her, running my fingers through the soft folds of flesh, parting them, watching them glisten. She moaned when my fingers brushed her clit, and I stopped there, pulling the little hood back so I could see it, just a tiny little thing. It amazed me that something so small could give her such pleasure, but it was clear it did from the way she rocked her hips and her nostrils flared and her head went back when I rubbed it.
“I want you to lick it.” Dawn ran a hand through my hair. I looked up at her, surprised. She smiled and nudged me aside, lying down on the sofa and putting one foot up on the back and dangling the other towards the floor. I knelt down and stretched out between her legs, breathing in the smell of her. I hesitated-I didn’t know what to do.
“Here.” She looked down, opening herself with her fingers and pointing to her clit, stroking it with her fingernail as I watched. “Right here. Put your tongue-”
I didn’t need a second invitation. I edged her fingers out of the way, rubbing my tongue over the little button, back and forth. She tasted tangy, strong, and I could smell her sweat from lying out in the sun all morning.
She gasped, rolling her hips a little as my tongue mashed against her, lapping and licking and swallowing the taste of her. It stayed in my throat, thick and rich. I watched her belly quiver, her breasts heaving, her breath
