coming faster as I moved my face between her thighs, my tongue exploring the sweet ridges and folds.
“Put your fingers in me.” She bucked her hips. I slipped a finger down, between her slit, searching for that dark little entrance I’d seen yesterday.
Dawn squealed, her eyes flying open. “Higher.” She reached her hand down and found mine, leading my fingers upward. I flushed, realizing that I must have been pressing against her anus. She moved against me and I could feel the soft, smooth walls inside of her. She started to rock, encouraging me to move my fingers in and out.
“Lick.” She pointed to her clit. I did, my tongue moving over her flesh. She moaned, still moving her hips, and I pressed my fingers in her, trying to catch a rhythm between my lapping tongue and my plunging fingers. It felt a little like trying to walk and chew gum at the same time at first, but I got the hang of it. I knew for sure that I did when she hissed and grabbed at my hair, smashing my face between her legs.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, and I could feel the muscles in her fanny tightening. I licked faster, looking up and seeing her pinching and pulling on her nipples. My cock was dripping pre-cum now, throbbing against the sofa, and I knew there would probably be a stain there, but I didn’t care. She tasted so good, and the way she moved and sounded and felt was almost enough to make me come myself.
“Oh fuck, David!” she cried, breathless, shaking. “Oooooo make me come, baby brother!”
I grunted, moving my whole head as I licked her, plunging my fingers deep. She strained against me, rolling back and forth, making those same little noises she had yesterday, that little, “uh, uh, uh” until she stiffened and shuddered under me. I could feel the muscles inside fluttering against my fingers when she came, her cunt wetter than ever now.
She reached for me as I sat up, grabbing onto my shirt and pulling me on top of her. My cock was pressed against her cunt, all wet and slippery, and I groaned. She kissed me, plunging her tongue deep into my mouth, exploring the insides of my cheeks, licking my teeth, her hands running up under my shirt and squeezing my nipples, making me jump.
“Dammit, Dawn,” I murmured against her mouth, feeling her hand working my cock between her legs, aiming me. I moaned. “Ohhh fuck, no, we can’t do this.”
“We are doing this,” she said. “I want to feel you inside me.”
“Noooo,” I groaned, sitting up and leaning back on the sofa, my eyes closed, panting. “Dawn, I can’t. I just can’t. You’re my sister!”
She crawled across the sofa towards me on her hands and knees, her tits swaying prettily, licking her lips. “God, I love the taste of my cunt, don’t you?”
I wiped my mouth with my hand, still wet with her juices. I could taste her, smell her, and my cock was a throbbing, weeping pulse between my legs, standing straight up and defying my better judgement. She stretched out next to me, reaching her hand out to stroke me. It was a lazy, easy motion, but I was beyond any edge I had ever known-I was that close.
“Did you like licking my cunt, baby brother?” She tilted her head up to look at me. Why did she keep calling me that? It was driving me crackers, forcing me to try to choose between my lust and my conviction. I couldn’t forget for a moment that this was my sister-she wouldn’t let me. And I was beginning to realise that it didn’t matter, because lust was winning-it was kicking conviction’s arse.
“Fuck, Dawn.” I watched her hand on my shaft. Her arse was rising up, her feet swinging behind her. She was beautiful, and I wanted her. God help me, but I wanted her. “You still taste so good in my mouth. I could lick your cunt forever.”
“I might take you up on that.” She grinned. “But first, I think you have an itch you need scratched.” She grazed her fingernails over the head of my cock, tickling the frenulum. I groaned. She moved in, pressing her breasts against my thigh and taking my cock fully into her mouth.
When she came up on me, she pressed herself up with her arms and kissed me for a minute, the words husky and thick in her throat, “I’m going to suck you until you come in my mouth, and I’m going to swallow every last drop. Are you ready?”
“Yes!” I pressed her head down to my lap. “Oh, God, Dawnie, suck me off.”
She settled back down into my lap, nuzzling and nosing my cock, murmuring sweetness around it as she began to suck, holding the skin down tight with her fingers at the base and using just her mouth and throat, up and down the shaft. I knew it wouldn’t take long and so did she, her tongue wrapped around, her hand cupping my balls as she worked, determined.
Her arse rose up in the air and I watched her tits moving as she swayed, reaching my hand out to cup one, pulling at the nipple. She moaned, moving faster, and I liked that, so I squeezed and kneaded her flesh some more. I was trying hard to hold back, wanting it to go on forever, watching my sister’s head bobbing up and down in my lap, seeing her sweet, rounded arse moving like she was fucking some invisible cock back there.
It was that thought-and more, the thought of my own cock sliding into that smooth, velvet pink hole-that sent me over. I growled, thrusting into her throat, and I heard her gag a little and that made it even better, my cum shooting in shuddering waves into her mouth. She was making little noises, and I heard her swallowing, swallowing, I could see her throat working, her eyes wide, her mouth stretched over my cock.
“Ohhhhh God!” I bucked with the last of it, my hand in her hair, pulling her back, my cock just sensitive, throbbing heat between my legs now. Dawn sat up, leaning back against the arm of the sofa, licking her lips.
“Mmmmm, I love your cock, baby brother.” She nudged me with her bare foot. I looked down at it, slumping now, spent. Conviction was winning again, and I glanced over at her, shaking my head.
“Quit calling me that.” I stood up and reached for my jeans and boxers.
“Blimey!” She stood and gathered up her bikini. “You know you were arching for it! Now you’re all high and mighty? Knob off!”
She stormed up the stairs and I heard her slam her bedroom door. I stood there, holding my jeans in my hand and looking at the couch. I was right, there was a stain on the side that I was going to have to clean up before Mum saw, or we’d get nicked.
Oh, hell. I knew Dawn was right. I was off my damned head, but I wanted exactly what she had given me- and more. So very much more.
Chapter Three
First there was the trouser suit-white with blue trim. Awful looking thing, but her arse looked great in it, I had to admit. Then there was the jeans and jumper combination. I liked how tight the jumper was across her breasts, how her jeans moulded over her flesh. That was my favourite until the red leather skirt and white blouse sailed by my bedroom door, the perfect combination of low cut, hip-hugging, and up-the-thigh-riding perfection.
I was lying on my bed, pretending to read while watching Dawn move back and forth between her room and the washroom. Every time she passed, she was wearing something different. Once in a while, she would pause in my doorway and ask, “This one?” Most of the time, she wouldn’t even stop to listen to my response.
“I like that one!” I called, hearing her in the washroom again. She came around the corner, and I saw she was wearing red high heels with it, too. Hot. Definitely hot.
“This one? Are you sure?” She turned slightly, showing me her behind.
I frowned. Considering my own response to her outfit, I could imagine the general masculine consensus in the pub. “Maybe not,” I said, changing my mind. “I’d go with the trouser suit.”
She made a face. “It’s too dowdy-I look like mum in that. This is a date, not a job interview.”
“So?” I sat up and looked at her body filling out the clothes. “It’s-it’s sophisticated. Guys like that.”
She snorted. “Guys like skin. I think I’m showing enough, don’t you?”
I cleared my throat. “You’ve got a ladder in your tights.” I pointed to it, high up on her thigh. It must have started near the gusset and worked its way down.
“Bugger!” she swore, twisting to look. “Oh, hell. I just won’t wear any.”
I watched as she kicked off her heels, pulling her skirt up to her waist and sliding the tights down over her knickers. The fake tan material revealed the creamy, smooth white skin of my sister’s thighs and calves as she
