by Selena Kitt
She had all but forgotten about my cock, which stood throbbing straight up in her hand. I could feel her breath against my thigh, my belly, my balls, as she rocked on me and moaned. She slipped her hand between her legs, tucking her knickers deeper into her slit, into the crack of her arse.
“Here.” She pressed her index finger against the material, showing me. “Lick me here.”
I followed her direction, finding the place with my tongue, realizing after a moment that I was licking her little arsehole! I could feel it, puckered and tight under my tongue through the cloth as it got wetter and wetter. She squirmed and moaned and seemed to really like it, so I licked faster, probing it with my tongue, making her gasp.
“Yesssss!” She put her hand over her knickers and rubbed as I continued to lick her arse. “Oh fuck, David, yes!”
I could feel her body tightening, her belly quivering, and I knew she was close. Her fingers were rubbing her knickers all over her pussy, back and forth, ‘round and ‘round, and I could hear how wet she was.
I grabbed her hips, shoving my tongue into her arse through her knickers as deep as I could, wiggling my tongue, probing hard. She came then, shuddering and crying out louder than I’d ever heard her, nearly screaming, panting and thrashing on top of me like some wild thing. I had to hold her tight to keep her from bucking right off, and she shivered against me as I continued to lick and suck at the gusset of her knickers.
She collapsed onto me, panting, her hand squeezing my cock so hard I thought it must have turned purple. It took her a moment, but she sat up on me, still gasping, turning around and straddling my chest. She had a lazy, Cheshire cat smile on, and that, along with the feel of her cunt through her knickers against my skin, her wetness and heat, made me dizzy with lust.
She stroked my cheek, her eyes bright. “You are so fucking good, baby brother,” she murmured, running a hand through my hair. I loved and hated it when she reminded me like that. There were moments I could almost forget that she was my big sister, but then she would say something like that and bring it rushing forward again. It was so wrong, but it felt too good to stop. I couldn’t be strong anymore—I wanted her too much.
I reached up and cupped her breasts in my hands through her bra. She arched her back a little, her hips rocking as she did, moving her wetness over my belly and chest. Her nipples were hard, and I wanted them. I wanted to see them, suck them, feel them get fat and swollen in my mouth. I struggled with the hook at the front of her bra and she pushed my hand away, undoing it with a smile.
I watched in awe as her breasts tumbled out with a sweet, gentle bounce, her dark pink nipples settling to point to the wall behind my head. I reached for them, grasping them both in my hands and rubbing them together, flicking my thumbs over her nipples. She moaned when I did that, and I wrapped my arms around her back, pulling her in to me and sucking her nipple into my mouth.
It grew swollen as I worked it with my tongue, sucking hard, while I tugged the other one in my fingers, making her shiver. She pressed her hands against the wall behind my head, trying to steady herself as her hips rocked on me, her thighs tightening at my sides.
Her moans grew louder when I switched breasts, sucking the other nipple into my mouth, working it the same way I had worked the other, making it swollen and fat. I looked over at her other nipple, playing with it, rubbing it with my thumb. It was cherry red now, the skin around it pursed, making it stand out even further.
“God!” she cried when I pressed her breasts together, moving my tongue back and forth between her nipples, making a wet trail over her skin. Her hips were rolling on me fast now, making circles, grinding against my belly, her breath coming in short gasps.
She wiggled in my hands, almost like she was trying to get away, and her pussy edged further and further downward until her arse was nestled in the saddle of my hips and my cock was standing straight up, resting against the crack of her bum.
“Hey.” I slid my hands down her sides. She was looking down at me, licking her lips, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. I slid my hand between her legs, feeling her wetness, sliding my finger under the elastic and teasing her clit. She whimpered and then moaned. “Take off your knickers.”
She slithered off me and slid them down her legs. I pulled my boxers the rest of the way off, holding my hand out to her. Our eyes locked, and we both knew in that moment what was about to happen. The electricity of our knowing passed between us, like a low communication. It was like a slow buzz or hum that I could feel deep in my belly.
She leaned in and kissed me, sliding the full softness of her body over mine, and I tasted her sweetness again, like peppermint candy. Inching her hips downward until my cock was trapped between us, rock hard against her belly, she continued to explore my mouth with her tongue.
When she broke the kiss to sit up on me, she did something that surprised me. Unsnapping the hair slides on the side of her head, she tossed them over on the night table, and then she took the rubber bands off the ends of her plaits, wrapping them around her wrist.
I watched as she unplaited her hair, running her fingers through it, shaking her head and letting it go wild. It was kinky and wavy now, and when she leaned back over and kissed me, it hung over me like a curtain and tickled my cheeks.
Then she slid down between my legs, taking the elastic bands and wrapping them each twice around the base of my cock. I stared, open-mouthed. It was tight, but not uncomfortable.
“What—?” I couldn’t get the words out, because she was licking and sucking the head now, making smacking noises with her lips.
“It’s your first time.” She crawled up me. “It will make you last longer. Otherwise you’ll shoot your cum right away inside me.”
I groaned at the thought of shooting my cum into her. Oh my God, the reality that I was going to fuck my sister, that I was going to come up inside of her cunt, made my cock jump and throb—or maybe it was the restricted blood flow there, now?
“I want you,” she whispered against my mouth, rocking her hips on me. I could feel her pussy, wet and open, my cock working between her slit. It was almost like being inside of her and I suddenly realised that I wanted to be—deep, deep inside of her.
“I want your cock, David. Don’t say no,” Dawn pleaded, her eyes on mine as she reached between us and squeezed my shaft. I groaned at her touch, her little hand rubbing me up and down her slit. “Please don’t say no. I couldn’t stand it.”
I shook my head and I could see the disappointment on her face. “No,” I said quickly. “I won’t say no. I want you, too.”
She kissed me in response, her mouth slanting across mine, and I felt her positioning me between her legs, guiding me. The head of my cock was pressing against her, I could feel the soft give of her flesh, opening to me.
“Say it,” she whispered against my mouth. “Tell me you want to fuck me.”
I groaned, my voice shaking. “I want to fuck you.” I rubbed her back, her hips, her body like a magnet for my hands. I couldn’t seem to get enough of her flesh. I looked up into her eyes and saw what she wanted, and I said it, feeling my flush, “I want to fuck you, big sister.”
She moaned, biting her lip and rewarding me as she rocked a little, moving her hips, and beginning to slide her pussy down onto my throbbing shaft.
“Oh God!” I grabbed her hips, feeling the smooth, tight tunnel of her cunt enveloping me as she slid further and further down. I groaned and jerked against her when she hit bottom. She wiggled there and I could feel the meaty head of my cock pressing into some impossibly soft tissue deep inside of her. “Oh my God!”
“Yes!” She sat up on me, her hands on my chest. I looked down and saw her pussy lips spread open around my shaft. I could feel her all around me, a tight, wet heat, and as if she’d read my mind, she squeezed her muscles there, making me moan.
“Oh God, Dawn,” I gasped. I had imagined it would feel good, ten times, a hundred times better than my hand or her mouth—but I had never im
agined anything like this.
Then, she began to move.
That’s when I understood why she had used the elastic bands. The moment she started riding me, I wanted to come. Just looking up at her made me want it, the visual stimulation so intense I could feel my balls aching for release. I closed my eyes against it, the sight of her breasts bouncing and swaying, her hair falling over her soft, rounded shoulders, her hands holding herself steady on my belly, and oh God, the sight of my cock slipping up between her pussy lips, watching it actually disappear into her flesh! I could never have stopped from shooting my load into her, but somehow I couldn’t, quite, like the pressure between my legs was almost too intense now.
My hands rode with her hips as she began to really start sliding up and down my shaft, the soft wetness of her cunt swallowing the length of me again and again. I peeked out, I couldn’t help it, the sight of her was incredible. She reached down to rub her clit, and I saw her eyes closed, her head back. Her breath was coming faster, her hips rocking and rolling under my hands.
Elastic bands or no, I couldn’t stand it much longer. She looked down at me, her eyes barely slits. I saw her smile a little, and it must have been at the look on my face.
“I love your cock, baby brother.” She slid up on me until I was almost out of her, and then came all-l-l-l the way back down. She stopped there, catching her breath, still rubbing her clit in slow circles.
“I want you to fuck me.” She climbed off me. I groaned when my cock lost contact with her pussy. I had never known such a feeling, such a driving animal force. I wanted to throw her down and shove it back into her.
“I thought I was!” I gulped, watching her crawl back onto the bed. She edged me over, getting up on her hands and knees.
“No.” She lifted her arse up in the air. “I want to be fucked. Like this.”
Oh bloody hell. It was like looking at the picture in my porn mag, my favourite one, her bum in the air, his cock sliding into her from behind. Except this was real. And the girl in front of me was my sister. My cock throbbed, and I saw that it was still slick from her juices, from base to tip. The elastic bands at the base made it a deep, dark red.
She put her shoulders to the bed and her hands on her arse, spreading herself open, showing me. It was like she was offering herself to me, and oh, crickey, I could actually see the little gape of her hole. My cock seemed to move forward all on its own at that sight. There was nothing that was going to keep me from being inside of her. I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t care if it was my sister—hell, part of me was now actually willing to admit that I wanted her because she was my sister.
I positioned myself between her legs, sliding the head of my cock against that hot, pink hole. The anticipation was almost too much. I knew exactly what she felt like inside now, and I knew I could never get enough of that feeling. I felt bewitched by her pussy—damned, a condemned man, ruined for anything else but this.
“Wait.” She looked back at me. “Take off the bands.”
I did, wincing as I felt the constricted blood flow beginning again. My cock was tingling, like it had an itch it wanted scratched. I couldn’t stop myself. It was like I didn’t have any control over my own body. I grabbed her hips, sinking myself as deeply as I could into her flesh, and she gasped and wiggled under my hands, making me moan.
This was entirely different from having her on top of me. The motion, the sensation, the delicious friction between our legs. When I started moving inside of her, watching my cock disappearing, seeing her pussy lips moving around my shaft, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven—or hell. It really didn’t matter anymore.
“Oh fuck yes!” Dawn reached her hand between her legs, and I knew she was rubbing at her clit. “Yes! Yes! Fuck me!”
I did. I couldn’t possibly do anything else. I squeezed her hips and fucked her harder, and now I really knew what she meant when she said she wanted to be fucked. I was fucking her now, thrusting my cock into her over and over, the wet sound of her pussy and her moans and her writhing driving me on, faster, harder. It was like some primal thing had taken me over. A rational part of my brain had shut off and something brutish and carnal had come forth to take its place.
“Fuck me, little brother!” She moaned, and I felt her cunt squeezing me, the muscles pulling me tight. Hearing her say that, calling me her little brother, made my cock jump, and my balls tightened. I was so fucking close. I didn’t even know how I’d lasted this long.
“Do you like fucking your sister’s cunt?” She panted, moving back against me now, bucking and moaning. Her movements were driving me crazy. “Tell me, David. Tell me how much you love it.”
“Fuck!” I felt my climax fast approaching. I knew what she wanted to hear and I wanted it, too. I didn’t want to deny it anymore. I was fucking my sister and it was exactly what I wanted to be doing—now and forever, bucking together in an endless dance of wild, wicked lust.
“Yes, yes! God, I love fucking your hot cunt, big sister!” I shoved myself into her, grunting with every delicious thrust now. Looking down, watching myself go into her, was almost too much. I reached down to feel it, the stretch of her pussy sliding over my shaft, and felt faint.
I couldn’t resist, looking down at the dark, puckered hole of her arse, seeing it winking at me every time I slammed into her again—I slid my finger over it, gently stroking.
“Oooooo!” She squealed, wiggling against my finger like she wanted it, and so I pressed it there, seeing just the tip disappear.
“Oh hell!” She really seemed to like it so I pushed it slowly in and out while I fucked her, and it wasn’t long before she was making her little Dawnie noises. That was all it took for me, those little “uh-uh-uh’s” that told me she was about to come.
“Dawn, I can’t hold back!” I groaned, feeling something coming to a deep, rolling boil in my testicles.
“Oh God, yessss! Fill me with your hot cum, baby brother!”
I shuddered and bucked hard, my cock beginning to spasm inside of her. All around my shaft, her pussy was fluttering, her muscles tightening and releasing, like she was milking my cock as I poured streams of hot fluid into her, over and over and over.
My thighs were actually quivering, and I had to put my hand against the wall to keep from falling over. She was panting, flushed, and I stared down at her, breathless, too. I was loathe to pull out of her, but I had to sit back on my heels, still dizzy.
“Jesus!” I leaned my head against my arm on the wall and watching in awe as my cum began to slide out of her hole, slipping down her slit. My cock, spent and growing limp, jumped at the sight of it dripping slowly from her raised, open cunt down onto the sheet.
Dawn sat up, turning and crawling into my lap, and snuggling up close. I leaned back against the wall and held onto her, stroking her sweat-dampened hair. It was wavy and silky under my fingers.
Looking at her dungarees and trainers on the floor, and found myself remembering my dream, me sitting between Mum and Dad, watching her do a headstand and showing me her pussy. My face was flushed at the thought.
“Are you okay?” I kissed her hair, wondering what time it was and how soon Mum and Dad would be home.
“Mmmm.” She snuggled up and fitted her head right under my chin. “More than okay.”
“Me too.” I realised in that moment that it was the truth.
“Want to do it again?” She wiggled in my lap.
I groaned, but her bum squirming like that against my thighs made my cock perk up almost immediately. I couldn’t believe it, but it was true.
I’d fucked my own sister, and I knew I should feel ashamed—the part of me that was listening for Mum and Dad sure knew it. Still, another part of me had been awakened this afternoon, and that part wanted nothing except to keep doing what we were doing.
Maybe that was the trick of this whole thing. Was this was my hell on earth? The more I had of her, the more I wanted? Maybe I really was doomed.
Chapter Seven
/> Mum decided to install a notice board in the kitchen so we could all “communicate more.” I thought she was off her head and refused to use the thing, but Dawn kept putting notes up on it in her fat, girlish handwriting.
Gone to market
Out with Laurie at the cinema
I hardly noticed them anymore, but a name caught my eye while I was standing at the refrigerator, swigging milk out of the carton. I choked when I read it, milk dribbling down my chin and wetting my bare chest.
At the cinema with Ken. Be back… whenever. She had scrawled a big, fat smiley face in the corner with little devil horns on it.
I wiped at the milk with the back of my hand and put the carton back in the fridge, yanking the note out from under the pushpin. It was her handwriting alright.
That can’t be right. Bugger-all if it wasn’t, though. After all her mithering about Ken, she was off playing tonsil tennis with him in the back of the cinema, probably letting him feel her up—or worse. It was the “worse” that made me slam my bedroom door and tell Mum to sod off when she came up asking me what the matter was.
“Your dad and I are going out,” she said, finally giving up on trying to pull it out of me.
“Fine!” I yelled into my pillow. Everyone was going out on a date except me. Great. Just great.
“David, what is the matter—?”
“Nothing!” I rolled over and glowered at her, my arms crossed over my chest. “Just go! Go and… go and have a good time!”
She gave me a hurt, puzzled look, but she shut the door and left me alone. And that was exactly what I wanted. I dug out an old copy of The Hobbit and tried to read, but the words just kept swimming in front of my eyes and an image of my sister would sneak in somehow. Unfortunately, the image of Ken kept coming into my head along with her. I kept seeing him sliding a hand up her thigh, feeling the fat swell of her cunt through her skirt in the darkness of the cinema. Would she be wet, I wondered—as wet as she was with me—the gusset of her knickers slick, almost oily with her juices?