by Selena Kitt
“Oh hell!” She rocked her hips against my mouth, her fingers tugging at her nipples. “That’s it. You’re so good, baby brother. 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 that 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 hard as hard as a rock. She made me turn around and then she 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 was pointing 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, little brother.”
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 could feel 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, baby brother,” 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 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 was pumping 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, little brother.”
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 that I was still fucking her with.
“Uh-uh-uh!” Her voice was barely above a whisper, and I could feel 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 my sister’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 kne
w 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 laying 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 just 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 my sister 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. 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 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 that 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 my sister 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, realizing that 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 my sister 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 were 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 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 could feel 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 was smiling again and her eyes bright, but no longer 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 my sister’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.
She turned to me, still wearing her knickers and t-shirt and white ankle socks, her hair in plaits making her look more my age than hers. She even had sparkly little hair slides on either side, pulling her fringe back. The juxtaposition of her full, woman’s body and the little girl accessories was darkly exciting to me, and I slipped my hand under my boxers to squeeze my aching cock.
“Do you really want me?” She stepped a little closer to the bed, close enough that I touched her thigh just to feel the satiny smoothness of it under my fingers. I couldn’t believe she didn’t know how incredible she was, how much I wanted her, how much any man in his right mind would want her! My sister was the sexiest woman I’d ever seen, and I struggled with how to tell her that.
“I want to fuck you.” I slid my hand up her inner thigh and massaging her pussy through her knickers. Her eyes widened and she moaned, rocking against my fingers.
“Do you mean it?” she whispered, and I realised I did. I couldn’t deny it anymore. She was the hottest, sweetest, most delicious woman I’d ever met, and I wanted her
more than I’d ever wanted anything before. I thought about her, dreamed about her, fantasized about her—hell, I loved her. I’d loved her my whole life.
“Yes.” I nodded, watching her peel her t-shirt off over her head, revealing a shiny, lace-edged black bra underneath that made me gasp. It was such a shock, to see something so sexy paired with her innocent looking white cotton knickers, and it made my cock jump in my hand.
She leaned over and kissed my belly, her tongue making lazy circles as she crawled back onto the bed in her bra and knickers. Her mouth kissed its way down from my navel, following the line of dark hair that disappeared from sight. Her breath was warm as she worked her way toward my cock, inching my boxers down as she went.
I let her take over down there and pulled her arse close to me, running my hands over it through her knickers, cupping her mound, just feeling the heat of her. She made a little noise when I did, wiggling back against me, arching, and I groaned when her hand wrapped around my shaft, squeezing it and tugging.
She lifted her leg, positioning herself over me and inching back. I could smell her already, even through her knickers. She had me in her mouth now, working her tongue and lips up and down my cock, moaning and making wet sucking noises. The sound of her alone was making me batty, and the sensation was far beyond.
“Lick me,” she murmured as her mouth came up on my cock. I slipped my hand under the elastic of her knickers but she moved her hips, edging away.
“Through my knickers.” She opened her legs wider and wiggled toward my mouth. I groaned, wrapping my arms around her hips and pulling her in to me. I could smell her strong now, with my nose buried in the gusset, and I realised that it retained her scent. The heat of her was incredible, even through the material.
I licked at the soft cloth, making it wetter and wetter with my tongue, trying to find her clit through the layers. Her moan of pleasure told me I’d found the right place and I moved my mouth over it again and again until her knickers were soaked and I couldn’t tell whether it was from my saliva or her juices.