by Selena Kitt
She put her feet up on the table and lifted her hips, sliding the white bikini bottoms down her thighs. Then she spread her legs, and I could see her cunt, shapely and bulbous, the dark hair trimmed. My whole body responded, wanting to climb inside her somehow, bury myself there. My cock knew exactly what it wanted, even if my head was telling me no. She leaned up on one elbow with a smile, using her other hand to reach down and open her lips, showing me the pink inside.
“Oh, God,” I groaned, grabbing for my cock. I couldn’t help it.
“Let me see, too.” She nodded toward the hand kneading my boxers. I flushed, but I pulled them down, my erection springing free, and I couldn’t help noticing how it was aiming directly at my sister’s glistening cunt. I watched her hand move between her legs, rubbing her clit.
I knew it was a clit, I just hadn’t ever seen a real one before. I’d seen pictures, up close pictures even, but this was entirely different from looking at a magazine, and my cock knew it. It was leading me toward the table as I watched her rub herself. She breathed harder, her eyes half closed, her feet up on the table and her legs spread wide.
“Dawnie,” I whispered, nearing the edge of the table and looking down at her. “I want to look at it.”
She smiled, using both hands and reaching down to open herself up for me. Oh, God, it was just like in the picture, only this was real. I bent down to take a peep, my eyes caressing the delicate folds and creases of her, dipping down to that lovely dark hole, where I felt like if I stared long enough, I could just get lost. I realised I could smell her. This was the smell of cunt! Tangy, a little musky. I could actually feel the heat of it against my face.
“I’m so randy,” she murmured, slipping one of her fingers into the hole as I watched. That’s where my cock would go, I thought, and it jumped in my hand as if to say, “Hell yes! Come on, man!” I stood, swallowing hard. So quiet, it was almost a sigh, she said, “I’m just going to rub myself off, ok?”
I nodded, watching her finger fuck herself, listening to the sloppy wet noises she made. My cock felt three times its normal size, like I could split the world open with it. As I began to pump it, I was actually surprised my hand could reach around it, that’s how huge it felt. Dawn was moaning, using one hand on her cunt, the other pulling and tugging at her nipples.
My hand moved faster, and I could see her eyes half-open, looking down between her legs. I wondered if she was staring at my cock, and if she liked what she saw. Did girls like looking at us as much as we liked looking at them? I stroked the shaft, squeezing the tip, slick with pre-cum. My cock was pointed directly at her cunt, less than a foot away.
“Faster, David,” she whispered, still frigging herself, her whole body moving with it, her hips rolling on the table. “Wank it faster. I want to see.”
I did, shuttling my hand up and down, watching her flesh move under her hands, her lips swollen, the pinkness moving toward red. It matched the head of my cock, which was so red now it was almost purple as I stroked it. I could feel it building—it wouldn’t be long. She was making these little noises in her throat, “uh, uh, uh” over and over, her head rolling from side to side.
“Ohhhhhh fuck!” Her eyes opened to look at me. “I’m gonna come!”
I groaned, pumping my cock furiously now, watching her come. She moaned and gasped, her whole body shuddering.
“Oh bloody hell!” I felt my own climax beginning. She slipped her feet off the table and scooted to the edge, grabbing my pulsing cock in her hand. That was more than enough to send me over, but then she pointed my spurting cock directly at her cunt. I groaned and jerked against her, shooting jets of hot, sticky cum onto her mound, watching as thick, ropey strands of it clung to her pubic hair, and some even dribbled down between her lips. I watched its descent, fascinated, my cock still throbbing in my hand.
When I was spent, she smiled, lifting her hand to her mouth. I watched, caught somewhere between horror and fascination, as she licked my cum off her hand.
“We taste good together, baby brother.” She smiled.
I tucked my traitorous cock back into my boxers, flushing with embarrassment now. “Dawn... what are we doing?”
“I don’t know.” She slipped off the edge of the table. She turned to pick up her bikini bottoms that had fallen to the floor and my cock jumped in spite of the fact that it had just been sated. She turned and kissed me on the cheek, chaste, like a sister would, still bollock naked. “But don’t you want to do it again?”
I shook my head no, but there were other, more treacherous parts of me that were saying “Yes!” with a great deal of vigour and enthusiasm.
Chapter Two
Mum knocked on my door for the third time that morning, and I groaned, covering my head with the pillow.
“David, c’mon now!”
“Okay!” I called, my voice muffled, hiding from the sun that was starting to peek through my window. I didn’t want to face them. I didn’t want to face anyone. Thinking about what happened yesterday made me want to stay under my pillow for just about forever.
I rolled over and tucked the pillow behind my head, staring up at the ceiling. How was I going to sit across the same breakfast table from her, considering what had happened on that table less than twenty-four hours ago? With Mum and Dad sitting right there? I swallowed hard, putting my arm over my eyes. Maybe if I just pretended nothing happened—and avoided Dawn. It was time to call my mates and see if there was somewhere I could hang all day—for the next two weeks.
I rolled out of bed, opening my door and looking down the hall. I could hear Mum wittering on downstairs to Dad about something. Dawn’s door was closed. Grabbing a flannel and a towel out of the closet, I locked the door to the toilet with a relieved sigh. I started the shower running and cleaned my teeth while the water got hot. When I went to put my toothbrush back, I saw something white on the floor.
“Oh, bugger me,” I whispered as I picked it up—a pair of Dawn’s knickers! I sat on the toilet and stared at them. They were plain white with a little lace edging. The water running in the shower was hot enough to create steam now, but I ignored it, turning her knickers inside out and touching the gusset. They still felt damp! I looked around, as if someone could possibly see me, and lifted them to my nose.
Oh my God—that was the smell of my sister’s cunt! My cock jumped in response, and I remembered in living, vivid colour the sight and sound and smell of my sister finger-fucking herself on the table downstairs. With that image, coupled with the wet, pungent knickers against my nose, my cock went into a full betrayal and tented my boxers. A knock on the door made me jump and I nearly screamed like a girl.
“David!” It was Dawn. I threw her knickers on the floor like they were on fire.
“What?”
“Hurry up in there, ya git!”
“Naff off!” I hoped my voice wasn’t trembling as much as the rest of me. I got into the shower and finished as quickly as I could, not because of Dawn’s insistence but because I wanted to get out of the house. Dad was at the table reading the paper.
He looked up when I skidded into the kitchen, heading for the Weetabix. “I set aside the jobs section for you, Davey.” He tapped the folded up paper next to him.
“Ta,” I said through a mouthful. I was eating them out of the box.
“A spoon and bowl?” Mum put them in front of me, giving me a look.
“Ta,” I said again, pouring them in. Mum handed me the milk and I splashed some on, sitting across from Dad and shovelling cereal in as fast as I could, hoping to be done before Dawn came down.
Mum sat back down at the table next to Dad, folding her serviette in her lap and eating her toast. She always sat with her leg curled under her like that, and it occurred to me that Dawn often did, too.
“Any interviews?” Dad asked from behind the paper.
I shook my head, chewing fast and swallowing. “Not yet. I’m going to ring Will today and see if he can get me in over there.”
I heard Dawn on the stairs and I choked on my cereal as she came around the corner. She had on the same white bikini she had been wearing yesterday.
Mum looked up and raised an eyebrow. “A bit parky to be wearing that out, isn’t it?”
“It’s my holiday,” Dawn reminded her, sitting down next to me and curling her leg under her just like Mum. She reached into the middle of the table for a piece of toast and began spreading it with blackcurrant jam. I could see the way her arse and thighs spread on the chair, and I remembered how she had been spread out on the table. This very table.
Dawn sprang up and flounced over to the cupboard, taking out a box of Frosted Shreddies, and said over her shoulder with her mouth still full of toast: “I’m going to get a suntan even if it kills me.”
“It might just.” Dad lowered his paper and eyeed my sister’s attire. I was eyeing it too, as if I hadn’t gotten enough of it yesterday. “You aren’t really going out in that—even in the yard—I hope?”
Dawn rolled her eyes. “I thought I would just lie on the table and sun myself in here!” She looked directly at me, smiling as she filled her bowl full of cereal.
I felt my cheeks getting hot and I lifted my bowl, drinking my milk to hide my face.
“Mum, can I borrow your black jumper?” Dawn asked through a mouthful of Frosted Shreddies, coming to sit next to me again.
“Where are you going?” Mum handed me a piece of toast as I reached for it.
Dawn smiled. “Ken gave me a quick snog at the pub last weekend—I think he fancies me. Laurie and I are going back up there tonight.”
“Alone?” Dad asked. “You should take David with you. He’s eighteen now.”
Dawn and I looked at each other, aghast, and we both said, “No!” at the same time.
“Mum!” we both exclaimed, looking at her and back at each other. I noticed a bit of milk dribbling down Dawn’s chin, and I flashed on yesterday’s table top adventure and the delicious sight of my cum dribbling down her slit. I averted my eyes, looking at the toast in my hand, but not before I saw her smirk at me and stretch her tongue out to lick at the white stuff.
“Mum, he’s such a baby! I can’t have him tagging along with me!” My sister nudged me in the side with her elbow, and I watched as her breast flesh shifted with the movement.
“Dawn, stop your whingeing!” Mum stood up and began to clear the table. “You can borrow my jumper, and you don’t have to take your brother.”
My sister and I both let out our breath. I got up, edging around her chair. Dad looked over his paper at me.
“Where are you off to?” He tapped the jobs section of the paper on the table.
I froze and saw that Dawn was looking at me, still munching on her cereal. She had the same mischievous look in her eyes that she had yesterday, and it made my stomach drop.
“I thought I’d ring Will—” I started, but his look stopped me.
“David, do I need to remind you that it is imperative that you find a job? Everyone here in this family contributes. I work. Your mother works. Dawn works.”
I snorted. “Right, tramping it up at the health club, that’s working.”
Dawn stuck her tongue out at me but she was giving me the finger under the table where Dad and Mum couldn’t see. I used my middle finger to scratch my forehead, looking pointedly at her.
“A job is a job.” My father held the paper out to me. “And I suggest you find one.”
“Alright, keep your hair on!” I sighed, coming over to pick it up.
Mum called over from where she was washing up. “David, don’t speak back to your father!”
I nudged Dawn’s chair on my way by, taking the paper and storming up to my room. I turned on my radio—loud—and waited for them all to leave. Mum poked her head in the door and saw the paper still sitting on my desk.
She frowned at it, and then at me. “David, please try.”
“I am trying!”
She came over to the bed and put her hand on my forehead, like she was checking for a fever. “You’ve been awfully stroppy lately. What is it?”
Your daughter is trying to book me a first class ticket to hell, I thought. I shrugged and rolled away from her, going to the window, and there was Dawn, laying out on the lounge chair, like some surreal deja-vu. Her face was obscured by a book, but I could see the rest of her well enough.
“I’ll find something, Mum. Give me a chance.”
“See you tonight.” She pulled the door closed. I hadn’t moved from the window—I couldn’t. Dawn was adjusting the straps on her bikini again, her breasts moving with the material, and I was remembering seeing her dark pink nipples for the first time. My cock seemed to like the thought, because it was starting to make my jeans more uncomfortable. “Oh, and David—behave!”
I turned my face to the door, incredulous, but she was gone. Behave? Hell, I was trying—I was really trying—but there was a very pointed part of me that wanted to be very, very naughty. Dawn was putting more lotion on now, slathering it over her belly, the tops of her breasts, the insides of her thighs. She parted her legs for the latter, and I remembered how she looked laid out like that, all wide open and frigging herself until she came. Fuck. I was doomed.
I spent the whole morning in my room, listening to music and trying to concentrate on finding a job. Dawn spent all morning on the lounge chair. I know because I spent fifteen minutes out of every sixty standing at the window, rubbing my cock and telling myself I was trying to get my erection to disappear. It was useless. I couldn’t think about anything now but my sister’s sweet, pink cunt.
I crept downstairs when I got hungry. A fizzy pop and a bag of crisps were handy and I was starting back to my room with them when Dawn came in the back door. She smiled and winked as she came toward me.
“I have a question for you.” She stopped in front of me and looked up. My eyes were on her breasts. I swallowed hard.
“What?”
“Do you think it’s working?” She reached behind her neck and untied the thin white straps that held up her bikini top. My jaw dropped as she lowered them and the two small triangles covering her breasts. There they were again—heavy, creamy white flesh topped with a brownish-pink nipple apiece that pointed straight towards me. My eyes flicked up to her face, and I saw that mischievous Dawnie smile playing on her lips.
“Can you see any lines?” She lifted her breasts, turning to the side a little.
“Dawn, quit it.” I cleared my throat and moved to go past her. “This is so wrong I don’t even know where to start.”
“I’m serious!” She edged around me and stopped in my way again.
“So am I.”
“Don’t be mean,” she purred, turning her back to me and pulling her bikini bottoms up so they rode between her arse cheeks. She looked over her shoulder at me. “Do you see lines?”
“No.” I stared at the full, round globes of her arse. “I think you’re going to have to stay out there longer.”
“Oh, hell,” she muttered, turning back around. Her breasts were still exposed and they swayed a little when she moved. “Ooo, crisps!” She snatched the bag out of my hand, opening them and heading toward the back 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 a
round 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.”