by Selena Kitt
"Ta—for all your help, David," Dad said as I pounded in the last nail on my side and he put tools away in the toolbox.
"Nothing like two big, strong, sweaty men working on a project." Dawn shaded her eyes as she looked over at us. She was grinning.
"Cheeky." Dad smiled fondly at her. Jesus. If he had any idea! My mouth went dry at the thought.
"I'm going to need a shower." I stood and arched my back. It hurt from being bent over so long. "Mind if I go, Dad?"
"Go ahead." He was closing up the shed. I was pretty sure my porn collection was safe from prying eyes, but I was clearly going to have to find a new hiding spot.
Dawn smiled at me as I passed, nudging me with her toe, but I ignored her. I was going to go jerk off in the shower and come all over the wall as I imagined fucking her so hard she screamed—but I wasn't going to let on.
I ran the water in the shower, stripping as I waited for it to get hot. My cock was still hard—it felt like I had been hard for hours. The thought of Dawn's exposed pussy, her teasing smile and that little "o" of her mouth, had my erection aiming skyward the minute it was free from my boxers.
I stood holding it in my hand, squeezing it, trying to appease it a little and ease the ache as I adjusted the water temperature. The hot water felt incredible and I stood there for a minute, just getting wet. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Dawn’s cunt, her thick lips and pink centre.
I washed my hair but my hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it snaked down to my cock, pumping it gently as I remembered how she looked as she fingered herself. Jesus, but she was hot. What would it feel like to fuck her, I wondered? What would it feel like to slip my prick between those fat lips and sink deep inside of her? My hand moved faster at the thought.
"David?" The knock on the door made me jump. It was Dawn! "I have to pee!"
Oh christ. We only had one washroom. "Okay," I called. She opened the door and came in. The shower curtain was pulled tight, but I heard her peeing and the sound was strangely erotic. My hand moved even faster.
"Don't flush!" I reminded her. If she did, I'd be standing under a well-needed cold shower.
"I won't." She peeked around the curtain.
"Hey!" I jumped, my hand moving immediately away from my erection.
I flicked water at her and she grinned, pulling the curtain aside and stepping in, completely nude. She looked down at my cock, which hadn't flagged in the least. I stared at her in shock, but she nuzzled up to me, sucking at the skin of my neck and pressing her sun-warmed, oily body against mine.
"You know you want to." She hooked her leg around mine and ground her cunt against me. My cock was trapped, pressed into her belly.
"My mum and dad," I whispered, groaning when her hand squeezed my cock.
"They're in the kitchen, eating." She tugged gently between my legs, rubbing the tip of me all over her oily belly. "Don't you want to have something too?"
She took my hand and pressed it over her mound. Her lips were full and swollen, hot to the touch, even under the water. She leaned against the back wall of the shower, putting her leg up and spreading her lips.
"Eat it." She showed me with her fingers. I went down on my knees like a starving man, the water of the shower hot against my back as I dove into her pussy, licking and sucking with all the lust I'd been holding in over the past few hours. I forgot about everything—I forgot my parents might catch us, I forgot how incredibly wrong it all was. The smell and feel and taste of her made me forget, and I drowned myself in her juices, licking and swallowing her like I couldn't get enough.
"Oh hell!" She rocked her hips against my mouth, her fingers tugging at her nipples. "That's it. You're so good! Lick my cunt!"
The sound of the words made me crazy and I grabbed her hips, wiggling my tongue and face against her snatch, faster and faster. She moaned, grabbing my wet hair and grinding against my face, just using my tongue now to get herself off. It was so hot I thought I might come right there—my cock was throbbing for release. That was when she started making those little Dawnie "uh-uh-uh's" and I thought I would just die.
"I'm gonna come all over your face!" She arched her back and came in my mouth, her body shaking and quivering. She nearly collapsed but I caught her, standing and holding her body against me, the water rushing around us both. She was biting and kissing my shoulder and upper arm, still gasping and shivering.
"Oooooo god…"She looked up at me with a half-smile and half-closed eyes, her wet hair turning dark. "I can't get enough of you."
"I know how you feel." I leaned in and kissed her mouth. She met my kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck and tugging at the back of my hair. She reached around me for the soap and the flannel, starting to wash me up, running her hands all over my body. It felt incredible and I watched her, seeing her eyes following her hands, over my chest, my belly, down to my cock.
She was all business between my legs, washing and scrubbing, but refusing to spend too much time. I was still unbearably hard. She made me turn around and then scrubbed my back, her little fingers slipping between the crack of my arse, making me jump.
"My turn," I said, taking the flannel from her and starting to wash her. She moaned when I rubbed the cloth over her breasts, tweaking her nipples with my fingers. I washed under them, lifting them in my hands, feeling their incredible weight.
Her belly was soft and rounded and turning brown. Her breasts were pale in comparison now, showing the triangle of her bikini lines. I washed between her legs, pinning her to the wall with my body and rubbing the flannel there, over and over, watching her eyes flutter closed, her tongue moving to touch the corner of her mouth as she rocked against my hand.
"You're beautiful," I whispered into her ear, turning her around and washing the sloping curve of her back, the rise of her hips, the sweet globes of her arse. I slid my fingers in there too, and she moaned and opened her legs when I did. That surprised me, and I touched her there for a moment, her little arsehole puckered and tight.
"I like that," she murmured over her shoulder and it made me smile.
She let me wash her hair and we both rinsed off under the water, which was beginning to turn from hot to lukewarm. I thought we'd been in here a long time—too long. I was starting to get nervous.
I turned off the water and pulled the shower curtain open, grabbing the towel and rubbing her down with it. I only had one but I used it damp on myself, drying what I could. My cock wouldn't give me a break and it pointed directly at her as she sat on the loo, smiling at me.
"Come here." She crooked her finger. I'd been hard so long it almost hurt, but her hand was like silk as she began stroking me. I groaned when she took the head into her mouth, running her tongue around and around.
"You have such a nice cock." She kissed the tip, looking up at me, her eyes, god, her eyes! When she looked at me like that, I felt like I wanted to give her anything, everything.
"I want it." She rubbed her thumb over the head, making me shudder with pleasure. "I want you to pound my pussy until I come all over your cock."
I groaned, feeling her tongue again, looking down to watch her suck me. Her eyes never left mine and they were pleading, begging me, I could feel it in every motion, every look, every breath. I pushed my hips forward, sliding myself deeper into her mouth, imagining how sweet her pussy would feel wrapped around me.
"Come on." She stood and slid herself up on the washroom counter and opening her legs. I loved looking at her like that, open and ready, her eyes full of lust. "Put it in me."
"Dawn!" I shook my head. "We can't."
"Yes." She reached out and grabbed my cock. "Yes, we can. It's easy." She slipped the head of my prick up and down her slit. She was wet and slick. She aimed me at her hole, wiggling.
"See? Just push in." She rolled her hips. I felt her pussy lips working around the head of my cock. Why did it seem like such a huge distance between this, and sliding in until I was buried inside of her? It seemed impossible.
"It feels soooo good," she encouraged. "Don't you want to know what my cunt feels like?"
I took a shuddering breath, shaking my head. "I can't."
She sighed, her mouth turning to a little pout and my heart ached. "I want your cock," she begged, and she sounded like she was in as much pain as I was feeling. "Oh god, please?"
I shook my head, closing my eyes, and I felt her hand on me again and jumped. She was stroking me against her pussy, rubbing me up and down.
"This isn't fucking." She stroked me harder now, right against her clit. I nodded, watching her pussy lips moving as she tugged on my shaft. Dawn was rolling her hips, whimpering. She looked around and then reached over, grabbing one of the candles that my mum used when she took a bath. It was thick and long.
Dawn turned it upside down, so the wick end was pointing toward me. "Fuck me." She handed it to me. I didn't hesitate this time. I slid it between her lips and up into her pussy. She moaned, arching her back and pressing against me.
"That's it." She raised her legs, putting them up over my shoulders. I looked down, watching the candle disappearing into her flesh as I pushed it in and out of her. She was biting her lip, her eyes closed.
"Oh David!" She grabbed my cock and tugged on it. She rubbed it against her clit again, stroking it there as I worked the candle in and out of her cunt.
Her little hand pumped hard and the feel of her wet lips, the hard bud of her clit, was almost too much. I thrust into her hand, moving the candle deeper into her, twisting it, loving the sweet, wet, squelching noises it made as I fucked her.
"Dawnie," I groaned, feeling my orgasm fast approaching as she squeezed and rubbed me over her wet cunt. She was panting, meeting my thrusts, and I could almost imagine being shoved up inside her, fucking her hard like this, rocking toward heaven.
"I want you to come all over me," she whispered, her voice low with lust. "Shoot it all over my cunt."
I hissed as she rammed my cock hard up against her clit, pulling and tugging fast and furious now, and I shuddered, biting my lip to keep from crying out as jets of thick, hot fluid erupted from the tip of my cock, coating her clit and slipping down her slit toward the candle I was still fucking her with.
"Uh-uh-uh!" Her voice was barely above a whisper, and I felt the candle moving by itself in my hand as she came, like her pussy was trying to suck it deeper and deeper inside of her. She lay there for a moment, her whole body quivering, and I couldn't remember ever seeing anything more beautiful in my life.
She sat up with a smile and a sigh, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me on the mouth. I heard the candle slip out of her with a little "plop" and it fell to the floor between our legs.
"David?"
We both jumped when the knock sounded and Mum's voice wafted through the door. We looked at each other with wide eyes.
"Yeah?"
"Hurry up, your dad wants a shower too," Mum said.
Dawn's hand was over her mouth, but her eyes were bright, like she was smiling under there.
"Okay, almost done!" I called. I grabbed the towel and wiped my cum off Dawn’s pussy, working it between her legs, making her squirm.
"That was close," I whispered as she hugged me.
"Not close enough," she whispered back, working her hips against mine and I groaned. I knew what she wanted, and god help me, I wanted it, too.
I couldn't seem to think about anything else, and while things were getting more and more out of hand, I still had a feeling she was going to get her way this summer, one way or another.
I just didn't think I could hold out much longer.
Chapter Six
I came into the house around mid-afternoon, pulling off my tie and throwing my suit jacket over a chair in the living room. I found myself calling for Dawn, but there was no answer. The house was quiet. I went into the kitchen, getting a glass of water at the sink, half-expecting to see her lying out in the garden in the lounge chair, but she wasn’t there either.
I’d spent the morning waiting in a queue of people for an interview at an insurance office. It was the only interview I had managed to get, and I was pretty sure I’d cocked it up completely. Just remembering it made me flush and the thought of having to relate it all at the dinner table was really disheartening.
I considered turning on the telly for a while but was too knackered and figured I’d fall asleep on the sofa, so I just went upstairs. I took my suit pants and shirt off, hanging them over my doorknob for safekeeping, and then I climbed into bed in my boxers, not even bothering to crawl under the duvet. I hugged my pillow and drifted off.
I don’t know how long I slept, but I was dreaming about Dawn doing a headstand. When we were younger, she used to do headstands against the wall. She would practice for hours at a time, her face turning practically purple from being upside down for so long.
In my dream, she was wearing a skirt and no knickers, and she kept opening her legs wide and closing them again, grinning at me. My mum and dad were sitting right there watching the telly, and I was watching her from between them on the sofa, my cock as hard as a rock watching her pussy spreading every time she opened her legs. I couldn’t believe they weren’t telling her to stop, but I couldn’t keep myself from watching either.
Then she collapsed on the floor and started crying, but my mum and dad still didn’t notice. I went over to her and was trying to comfort her, but she wouldn’t stop crying. I don’t know when I realised the crying wasn’t in my dream anymore.
The light had changed in the room, so I knew I’d been sleeping a while, but I could still hear someone crying somewhere in the house.
“Dawn?” I called, still foggy, rolling over onto my back and looking toward my open door. No answer, but the crying continued. I stumbled out of bed, realising she was in her room. “Dawnie?”
I found her face down on her bed, wearing dungarees, still in her trainers, sobbing into her pillow. I sat next to her, putting my hand on her hair, which was in plaits.
“What is it?” I rubbed her shoulder.
“It’s Ken!” Her voice was muffled and then she turned her face to the side, giving a deep, hitching sigh. “Laurie and I went to the pictures this afternoon and we saw him there. He…he…”
“Don’t tell me.” I shook my head with a frown. “He was there with some slag?”
She turned over, crossing her arms over her chest. “How did you know?”
“Because, love.” I wiped at her tears with my thumb. “Kenny Moore has the I.Q. of lint.”
She smiled through her tears. “Shut up.”
“It’s true. Who was it?” I nudged her over and stretched out, leaning on my elbow next to her.
“Penny Thompson.” She sniffed and made a face.
“Ah, see.” I smiled, putting my other arm around her middle and pulling her belly to mine. “Now that proves it.”
“What?” She wiped at her face with her hands, getting rid of the evidence.
“If he’s choosing Penny over you?” I rolled my eyes. “Then I know he’s an idiot. Besides, if sex was fast food, Penny’d have an arch over her head.”
She laughed and the sound was like music. It made me warm all over to see her smiling.
“What film did you see?”
“Pride and Prejudice.”
I made a face. “Could you have picked a bigger chick flick? There’s no way Kenny Moore was at the cinema to see Pride and Prejudice. He can’t even spell it.”
She smiled. “No. I think they were seeing something else.” She frowned then and I saw tears in her eyes again. “I don’t think they were seeing much of anything really, the way they were snogging in the lobby.”
“Hey.” I turned her face toward mine. I recognized the burning feeling in my chest. It was jealousy. The thought of her being with some other guy was actually making me jealous now. I’m doomed. I’m bloody well doomed.
She looked up at me and the emotion in her eyes made me melt. My dream had reminded me of when we wer
e kids, and in her dungarees, with her hair in plaits, she looked almost like she used to when she would hold my hand and walk me to the corner shop and buy me sweets even though my mum told her not to.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” I leaned in to kiss her. She made a little noise in her throat, kissing me back, her mouth soft. She even tasted like sweets—she must have been eating some at the cinema, because her lips were still sticky with it.
Her hand slipped behind my head and she pulled me in, her tongue finding mine, probing between my lips, darting in and out of my mouth. She tasted even sweeter now, a little like peppermint, and I sucked on her tongue, wanting more. Her leg found its way around mine, the heel of her trainer digging into my thigh, making me wince.
She seemed to sense my discomfort and toed off her shoes, pulling me over onto her, hugging me between her thighs as we kissed. The fasteners on the front of her dungarees were digging into my chest and I fumbled with them, tossing the straps over her shoulders and pulling down the front over her black t-shirt. She may have been dressed like when we were kids, but the full, firm breasts with their hard nipples under my hand weren’t a little girl’s and I felt my erection growing against the thick seam between her legs.
“Would you like them off me?” she whispered in my ear, licking my neck and making me shiver as she slid her hands up and down my bare back, her nails raking lightly.
“Yes.” I looked down at her. She smiled again, eyes bright, but not with tears.
She pushed me over onto my side and slid out from under me, letting her dungarees fall to her hips as she stood. Turning her back to me, she looked over her shoulder as she wiggled them over her bum. If someone had told me a week ago that I would be lying on Dawn’s bed, rubbing my cock through my boxers as I watched her strip, I would have told them they were crackers.
But here I was—and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her knickers were white cotton and there was a little lace along the edge of the elastic around the legs. My eyes followed it around the curve and up between her thighs, where the gusset of her knickers was tucked between her lips. I could clearly see the indentation there when she bent over and stepped out of her dungarees.