“Goodnight, David.” She still sounded as dazed as I felt.
“’Night.”
She opened the door as quietly as she could. “Hey…I love you.”
My head was too full of her, the blood beginning to return there. I didn’t know what else to say. “I love you, too.”
When she shut the door, I turned over in bed and pulled the pillow over my head to drown it all out. I ached all over, like I’d drunk a poison that was turning my insides to acid, but my throbbing cock was stiffening again, even now, at the thought of her. This was insane.
I rolled over and stared at the dull light of the moon on the ceiling, Everything had a silver sheen to it, like quicksilver, slippery and shifting. I closed my eyes, deciding to try to get some sleep. Maybe when I opened them again in the light of day, things would look more clear. It was all I could hope for.
Chapter Four
I spent the morning on the telephone ringing potential employers while Dawn moaned and groaned from the sofa that I was being too sodding loud. Mum had ripped her a new one at the breakfast table, after dragging her down in the first place. When they left for work, she crawled to the living room, probably because she couldn’t make it all the way back upstairs, and between bouts of snoring, saw fit to berate me for even existing on the same planet.
I wasn’t having much luck, anyway, although I did manage to schedule one interview later in the week, so I took a break and got myself a glass of milk and a couple of custard cremes. Hearing my sister groaning again, I dug to the back of the fridge and found an Irn-Bru-a bright orange fizzy drink. She was lying on her back on the sofa with an arm thrown over her eyes. Her shiny, pink robe had pulled apart a little, exposing her thigh and a little bit of pubic hair.
“Hey.” I squatted down and tried to avoid looking between her legs, remembering last night. It wasn’t easy. “I brought you some Irn-Bru. Great for hangovers.”
She groaned but peeked out from under her arm at me. “Ta.”
Blinking and squinting, she sat up, reaching for the drink. I opened it for her and handed it over, watching how her robe split apart even further, showing me the curve of her breasts, the roundness of her belly and thighs. I watched her swallowing, the way her throat moved, and couldn’t seem to find my breath. She handed the empty bottle back to me.
“Ta, Davey,” she murmured. “You’re a love.” She collapsed back onto the couch, her robe gaping now, and I found myself overcome with an urge to run my hands over her. I knew she wouldn’t appreciate it, considering, and I was still fighting with my own demons. I grabbed a blanket off the back of the sofa and covered her instead.
Smiling, she mumbled, “I’m sorry I called you a fuckwit.”
“What else are little brothers for?” I watched her turn away from the light, pulling the blanket with her.
I decided to give her a break from the noise and go sit out on the patio to finish looking at the paper. My sister was missing out on another perfect sun-bathing day, although there was more of a wind, and I had to struggle to keep my paper still. I sat and highlighted possibilities, but my mind wasn’t on the task at hand anymore. All the blood had been diverted from my brain.
The sight of Dawn’s pubic hair, even just a little exposed under her robe, made me remember how she tasted in my mouth. I still couldn’t believe that the first cunt I ever tasted was my own sister’s. The thought made me flush, with both shame and excitement. I closed my eyes, remembering the softness of her flesh against my tongue, the soft cries she made, that little “uh, uh, uh” before she came. It was like I was addicted to it, now. I couldn’t seem to think about anything else.
I sighed, giving up on my paper and walked over to the shed, my cock leading the way. I dug my favourite porn mag, Naughty Bits, out from under the wood pile, flipping it open to the page. There she was… laying on her tummy on the bed, her legs open, her cunt exposed for me. I flipped the page, and found that it was even more thrilling to me now, imagining that it was her brother coming in to disrupt her in this picture, now that things between Dawn and I were hotting up.
I’d thought she looked like my sister, and she did-but now I realised that her cunt was different. Dawn’s was fuller, fleshier, thicker-and even more pink. My cock was aching now, and I undid my jeans and freed it, rubbing my thumb over the tip with a shiver.
I started wanking, my eyes on the sweet pink of her cunt. Now I knew what it felt like to touch one. I knew what it tasted like, what my fingers sounded like moving in and out of that hot, moist flesh. Now I wanted it more than ever.
When I flipped the page, I remembered that first morning that she and I had been together. I could close my eyes and see her finger-fucking herself, her breasts trembling and shaking with the effort, her soft moans. My mind skipped forward to the first time I’d licked her, right there on the sofa she was inside asleep on, and the first time I’d felt her mouth wrapped around my cock.
My hand, moving up and down my shaft faster now, was a poor substitute, I realised. It got me to thinking… if her mouth felt that much better-really, exponentially better-than my hand… what would her cunt feel like? I groaned, my eyes opening back up to the picture of the girl who looked so much like my sister on the glossy magazine page, flipping it again to see her exposing her cunt with both hands. What would Dawn’s cunt feel like when I slid into it?
I caught myself with a start. When… That was the thought. Not if, but when. God, I didn’t want to admit it, but it was true-I wanted to fuck my sister. My cock was swollen and aching with my lust for her. I turned the page to my all-time favourite pic, the girl’s arse up in the air, his cum sliding down her arsehole and cunt.
Seeing Dawn’s writing there in the margin made me want her even more, and the girl in the picture paled in comparison. I closed my eyes and imagined my sister’s cunt instead, imagined what it would be like to slide my thick, throbbing length into her wetness. I licked my palm and slid it over my shaft, making my thumb and finger tight like the opening to her cunt. It felt great, and I made my fist tighter, like I was slipping up into the slippery sleeve of her wetness. Oh, Christ, I wanted her.
I could hear her voice in my head, “Don’t you want to fuck me?” My cock jerked in response, my hand pumping hard, now, picturing my sister’s arse up in the air, watching my cock slide in and out of her. Would she let me come inside of her? I moaned, imagining spurting my cum deep into her cunt, and that did it. My cock began to spasm, spilling hot jets of creamy white fluid all over my hand.
And I still couldn’t get the image of my sister out of my head, even when I was spent. I was thinking about her as I cleaned up and stashed the magazines. I was still thinking about her when I went into the house. She wasn’t sleeping on the sofa anymore, and the shower was running upstairs. I decided I was going to have to get out of the house. Maybe getting a job as soon as possible wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
I decided on cold pizza for lunch. Dawn came down, wearing her robe, her hair wet. She smiled at me as she passed by, sorting through the cupboards, but she turned away empty handed with a sigh, opening the fridge. I chewed my pizza, washing it down with a soda, watching her rummage through, looking for something.
“How are you feeling?” I swallowed down the last of my food.
“Better. Ta.” She put some lettuce, tomatoes and cucumbers on the counter. “I think that Irn-Bru really works.”
“Always does for me when I’ve gotten tanked up.” I watched her cut lettuce and put it into a bowl. She licked her fingers after cutting the tomato. Bloody hell, my cock was knocking at my zipper, and I was just watching her holding a cucumber in her hand!
I sighed, taking my dishes to the sink and rinsing them. I felt her press in behind me, resting her cheek against my back. Her body was incredibly warm, her breasts soft against me as she slipped her arms around my waist.
“Davey…” She rubbed against me. “You’re so good.”
“I’m not.” I swallowed hard as she slid her hands under my shirt, moving them over the bare skin of my belly, making me shiver. “I’m really, really not.”
“You are.” She moved her hand down over my jeans. I cringed, knowing she would find how hard I was. Part
