straight up and I rocked my hips, remembering how my sister’s cunt felt rubbing against me. I wanted to be inside of her-I could feel it like a gnawing hunger, growing more intense with every encounter.
“Oh fuck, baby, lick my cunt!” She moaned softly and rotated her hips in my hands, forcing my tongue into little circles over her clit. Her moans kept getting louder the faster I licked, and her hands gripped the headboard, rocking it against the wall as she moved. The more turned on she got, the more she said, and while my cock was drooling at her words, my brain was screaming that if she got much louder, we were going to get nicked.
“Dawn!” I pushed her hips back, my face soaked with her. “You have to be quiet!”
“Ohhh, I don’t give a toss!” She pressed her hips forward again, searching for my mouth with her cunt.
“You will when Dad comes in here and turns on the light!”
She was wiggling in my hands, the leather skirt shifting and moving over her hips. It was hard to hold her still, and I could smell her all over me, permeating my senses-it was intoxicating, and I felt more drunk with her now than she’d been when she crawled into my room. I wanted to eat her little cunt until she came all over my face. I wanted it so much my cock was in agony with the desire.
I said the only thing I could think of. “If you can’t be quiet, then keep your mouth busy, alright?”
She giggled, and the sound thrilled me for some reason-the girlish little giggle of my sister as she sat on my chest and I licked at her juices coating my mouth.
“You want me to suck you off, Davey?”
My cock seemed to be lunging toward her voice. She was sliding out of my hands, turning herself over on me. She stood over me on the bed and slipped her knickers down, stepping out of them before straddling my head, this time facing my aching crotch.
“Is this what you wanted?” She swiped the sheet away and wrapped her hand around my shaft. “You want me to keep my mouth busy all over this hard cock?” She began licking it, using her tongue to paint saliva all over the tip.
I groaned, gripping her arse in my hands as her mouth worked me up and down. I still couldn’t believe how incredible it was to have a girl’s mouth wrapped around my cock. I forgot about everything the minute she started to suck me, all my attention centred on the exquisite anguish between my thighs.
“Oh, God.” I moaned when she used her tongue around my foreskin again, tickling the sensitive skin underneath. I heard her giggle with her tongue rolling around my shaft.
“Shhhh, David,” she whispered, teasing me, and I felt her breath over my crotch. “You have to be quiet, remember?”
“Right,” I said, remembering with a jolt. God, it was hard to concentrate on anything with her mouth moving up and down my flesh like that.
“Don’t want to wake Mum and Dad.” She came up on me, rolling her tongue around the tip before sinking back down again. Mum and Dad? Who are they, I wondered, shuddering and closing my eyes as I thrust up into her throat. I couldn’t help it-the heat of her mouth was irresistible-I didn’t care anymore that it was my sister’s mouth that I was fucking, that this was unquestionably wrong in so many ways. I didn’t even care about getting caught, in that moment. All I cared about was the wonderful feeling of her mouth sliding wetly up and down over my cock.
“Hey, little brother,” she murmured around the swollen head of my shaft, wiggling her arse over me. “You’re forgetting something.”
Oh, right. It wasn’t that I’d completely forgotten about Dawn’s wet cunt spread inches from my face in the darkness-I could smell her and still taste her in my throat.
The thought of putting my mouth there made my cock stiffen more than I thought possible. I was just… distracted.
Dawn “mmmm’d” around the shaft in her mouth when I began probing between her lips. It was dark and my perspective was skewed-things were shifted and upside down. I tried to find the right direction, her swollen folds of flesh like a slick, wet labyrinth that I was trying to trace with my tongue. Dawn spread her lips open and rubbed her clit, encouraging me to find it. I followed her fingers, locating the hard little button of flesh and flicking my tongue there.
She sighed and rolled her hips, whispering, “Faster,” against my cock head. I obliged, now that I’d found the right spot, working my tongue over and over it. I loved the way she tasted, the way she pushed down against me when she wanted it harder. It was difficult to concentrate on giving pleasure while receiving it, but if I forgot, Dawn would remind me with her hips, grinding them into my face. I would have happily licked her forever, but I wasn’t going to last that long.
In fact, I was rather close. All her sucking and tugging, her body half-naked and writhing on me, the little sounds she was starting to make that I was beginning to associate with her being ready to come, that little “uh, uh, uh,” were all pushing me toward the brink. I could feel it swelling like some incredible tidal wave rushing toward shore.
“Come for me!” She stroked my cock against her cheek. “Come all over my face, baby brother.” I gave a low grunt and did as she asked, pumping my hips into her hand, feeling her mouth over my cock trying to catch wave after wave of my cum with her waiting tongue.
The knock on my door nearly propelled Dawn off me when I jumped, but I grabbed her hips just in time. My heart was in my throat, and my voice was hoarse, thank God, a little sleepy sounding in my dazed confusion when I called out, “Yes?!”
“David?” It was my mother’s voice, right outside the door. Oh, sodding hell! We were in trouble, now. Dawn sank down flat onto me and I pulled the sheet up to my neck, all just in time, too, as my mother opened my door a crack.
“Yeah, Mum? What time is it?” I mumbled, my heart still hammering like a race horse in my chest. She didn’t have the hall light on, and that was good, or she would have seen the shape of my sister lying on me under the sheet, I was sure. I could only see her outline, and I assumed she could only see mine.
“Did you hear your sister come in?”
“No.” I tried to keep my voice from shaking.
“Sorry to wake you, sweetheart,” she said. “It’s just late, that’s all.”
She pulled the door closed, and I heard her moving toward the loo. Dawn let out a sigh of relief, throwing the sheet off. Neither of us said a word, frozen in place until we heard the toilet flush and we listened to Mom pad back down the hall and close her bedroom door.
“You need to go to bed.” My voice was really trembling. Even my hands were shaking. Holy fuck! The realization that my mother knocking on my door in the middle of the night could have turned out very differently just now hit me square in the chest. I could barely breathe.
“I will,” Dawn whispered. “As soon as I come all over your face, little brother.”
“God,” I breathed, feeling her mouth back on my limp cock, feeling it responding to her tongue in spite of the fact that I’d just come minutes before. “We really shouldn’t… Oh, fuck, Dawn!”
“Lick me!” She positioned herself over my face again, spreading herself with her fingers. And I did-God help me, I did, my blood still pumping adrenaline-compelled ice through my veins from the interruption by our Mum. I licked and sucked her cunt harder and faster than I ever had before, no more looking for the right spot or trying to figure out what to do. I just went after her like a nutter, lapping and sucking and swallowing the whole of her cunt.
Dawn was breathing hard, whispering, “fuck, uh, uh, uh, fuck, fuck!” as I ate her. She remembered my cock then and put it back into her mouth, sucking me with all the earnest lust that I seemed to be feeling, taking me to the hilt and gagging silently on my cock as she did and then taking some more. There was just no stopping it, no stopping us-we were doomed, and it felt like being sentenced to an eternity of ecstatic hell.
I felt her coming, her whole body tightening and releasing with it, bucking so hard I had to hold her arse in my hands and plaster my mouth over her slit, staying glued to her as she writhed against me.
She rolled off me, then, tumbling to the floor. I held my breath, sure that the noise would bring Mum running down the hall, but it didn’t.
“Jesus,” Dawn whispered. “That was-”
I could feel it, too. It felt like I was floating somewhere near the ceiling.
“Go to bed, Dawn,” I whispered. “Before we really do get caught.” She crawled toward the door, using the handle to steady herself as she stood.
