by Selena Kitt
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
I snorted. “His chimney’s clogged…he doesn’t have all his Weetabix in one box…his lift doesn’t go all the way to the top…he forgot to pay his brain bill…”
“David, stop!”
“You deserve better than him. Kenny Moore is living proof that evolution can go in reverse!”
She tried to look cross, but she couldn’t help smiling. “Well… I have to admit, his aerial doesn’t pick up all the channels…” Dawn giggled and even I had to grin at her attempt to play my game. “But he’s a good kisser.”
That did it. I grabbed her bottom and pulled her off the sink, crushing her mouth to mine. She tried to gasp, breathe, something, but I wouldn’t let her, my tongue probing hers, my hands spreading her arse cheeks, kneading her flesh with my fingers. We parted breathless, and I looked down into her glazed eyes for a moment, waiting for her to say something. Instead, she sank to her knees and took me into her mouth.
“Oh God, Dawnie…”
Her tongue ran like silk around the sensitive head of my cock, her fingernails tickling the hair on my balls, her other hand stroking me as she began to suck, the mischievous tilt of her eyes never leaving mine. I could have watched her suck me forever—the pink slide of her lips taut around my shaft, the stretch of her tongue to reach my balls when she took all of me in, the reddened swelling of her mouth as she rubbed the head against her cheek before taking me again—could have watched her until she made me shoot the load I’d been saving for her all night right down that sweet, swallowing little throat. But Dawn had other ideas. Better ideas. And who was I to argue?
“I heard you fucking her…” My sister whispered her words as she outlined her mouth with the head of my cock like she was using a lipstick tube, spreading my precum over her lips. “Did you like her pussy, baby brother? Did she make you come hard?”
I didn’t want to think about the girl sleeping in my bed. I didn’t want to admit to my sister that I’d had sex with anyone else but her, and the absurd, twisted paradox of it threatened to make my skull explode as Dawn stood and let me taste the pre-cum gloss on her lips.
“Did you like hers as much as mine?” She brought my hand between her legs and the heat there threatened to burn my palm as I cupped her bare flesh and slid a finger into her wetness. She sighed and shifted her hips forward, leaning her hands back against the counter and already involuntarily trying to fuck my hand, her eyes half-closing. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, before or since, and I wanted her more than I was willing to admit, even to myself. I couldn’t resist, and there was no point trying. I sank to my knees and pressed my face to her pussy, the motion of my lips and tongue making her gasp and then moan and rock against me.
“You licked her, didn’t you?” Dawn’s hands moved in my hair as she eased her bottom onto the sink and spread her legs wider. “You ate her hot, wet little cunt until she came all over your face, didn’t you, Davey?”
I made a muffled, choking noise against her flesh and then sucked the tiny nub of her clit into my mouth, making her head go back, a low growling sound coming from her throat. She tasted like a fig, just as wrinkled and puckered, too, my tongue finding its way through the folds in her flesh. I thought she was going to give me her come, let me take it, draw it out of her like a bee’s search for a sweet meal, but Dawn had, as I said, other ideas. Better ones.
“I bet she didn’t let you fuck her arse, did she?”
I groaned, even with my tongue pressed into the juicy hole of her pussy, my nose rubbing up against her clit. She pulled my head back, my face smeared with her juices, and slid down to stand onto the floor again. Her eyes were on mine, that mischievous look back in them again, a light I’d come to recognise and love.
“But you’d like to get your prick into a tight little arsehole, wouldn’t you?” Her thumb rubbed her wetness over my lips and chin, her eyes following her fingers’ trail. “Especially if it was your own sister’s tight little arsehole… wouldn’t you, baby brother?”
I couldn’t speak. I could barely think. The only thing leading me was the hot throb of my prick, pointing straight up from my lap like an arrow pointing the way as my sister turned around and bent over the sink. When she opened her legs, reaching both of her hands back to spread her cheeks, I saw it all – the swollen, fleshy part of her pussy lips, the pink glistening through, and especially the fluted pucker above it, winking at me like a teasing promise.
“You want that?” She furrowed her arsehole, squeezing her muscles and releasing. “Tell me, baby brother. Tell me you want to fuck your sister’s arse.” I groaned as she pressed one of her fingers to that groove, watching as the tip disappeared. My cock drooled at the sight of it and I gripped it tight, as if I could keep it collared.
“Dawnie…”
She fucked the pucker of her arse with one finger, her eyes watching me for a reaction. I felt dazed, sick with my own lust, but my cock didn’t care. Never mind that the girl I’d brought home was still asleep in my bed, and the bloke I’d heard my sister fucking was just down the hall. Never mind we were shut up in the loo. Never mind that the arse in front of me belonged to my own sister. My cock wanted what it wanted, and I knew we were going in.
“Wait!” Dawn squealed as I pressed the mushroom head of my prick between her open cheeks. She whirled around, her eyes wide, wagging a finger in my face. She looked so much like she used to when I was a tot that for a moment I froze. I flashed to the time she took me to the corner shop and caught me stealing, and I was so lost in the memory that, for a moment, I didn’t even register what she was saying. “Don’t ever try to put your cock into a girl’s arse without lubing up first, you twat!”
Before I knew what was happening, she grabbed a bottle of lotion off the washroom counter, rubbing the thick stuff between her fingers to warm it before slathering it over my prick. I groaned, watching as she worked it up and down my shaft like a salve with her greasy hands. She was still shaking her head and muttering to herself about how daft I was, just like she had when she dragged me back to the store to apologise for stealing, yanking at my dick now like she’d yanked at my hand then, urging me to keep up.
That memory stayed, superimposed on the moment, and I remembered how long her strides had been, how shiny and blonde her hair was in the sun as she swung it over her shoulder and looked down at me with that sharp, disapproving look in her eyes. I’d never wanted to please anyone else more than in that moment and was filled with the shame of disappointing her. I didn’t care so much about the sweets in my pocket or even that it was wrong to steal – which, of course, I knew. My longing had overcome my young moral sense. I’d wanted it so much, had stood there shifting my weight from foot to foot while my sister turned the pages of a teenager’s magazine from the rack and I just ached for it.
Just like I’m aching for her, now.
I watched, feeling as if time had slipped into some sort of lapse, as my sister stood, just as tall and beautiful as she’d been then, and leaned in to kiss me. My body was shaking in anticipation, and although I was taller than she was now, I still felt young as she instructed me on what to do and how to do it, turning to bend over the sink again.
“You have to go slow, David. Slowwwww.” She dragged the last word out, glaring over her shoulder. “Do you hear me?”
Her voice was chastising, the quintessential older sister, and I nodded my head earnestly, not trusting my voice. I thought it would come out in a squeak or the tenor of my youth, before my voice changed. I pressed the head of my cock against my sister’s arsehole and remembered that moment, wanting it, longing for it, aching. I didn’t have any money left and she wouldn’t buy it for me and so I’d taken it. Just slipped it into my pocket—a secret, shameful, burning delight.
My mistake was taking it out to admire it before we got home. I thought Dawn was too involved with her magazine, but I was wrong. She saw it out of the corner of her eye, and although I stuffed it quickly
into my pocket again before she could turn her head, she knew.
“Oh! God! Easy, David!” Dawn’s voice drew me back to the present and I looked down to where her trembling hands held her buttocks open as I inched my way in. I could see my sister’s face in the mirror as she bit her lip, her eyelids fluttering closed and then open again, her eyes trying to focus on mine. “Feels so… big!“
Flushing with an instant feeling of pride, I still hesitated, worried about her. “Does it hurt?” I asked, and began to pull back, but she shook her head, arching and pressing against me, forcing the head of my cock to inch further in, making me groan at the sensation. It was so tight!
“Don’t stop!” She insisted, spreading herself even wider, the softly fluted hole of her arse accepting me in little flutters, the feel of it around my cock like the hottest, tightest little mouth in the world. I stood transfixed, wondering at the darkness I was slowly sinking into, when Dawn gave a sharp gasp and reached back with both hands to grab my hips and pull me into her completely.
“Ohhhhh fuck!” I wasn’t expecting it and just the knowledge that my cock was buried in my sister’s arse nearly made me lose it right then and there. Add to that the swell of Dawn’s quivering behind settled into the saddle of my hips, her greasy hands gripping my thighs, and the way her breath fogged the mirror as she begged me to fuck her— “Fuck my arse! Do it! Do it!”—and it was almost hopeless. The only way I could keep from coming was to close my eyes, throw my head back, and remember the feeling of disappointing my sister that day, the critical look on her face, the shame of returning to the shop, my sweaty, nervous little hand tucked into hers.
“Dawn,” I croaked, gripping her hips. “Hold still.” Thank God she did as I asked. I took a few deep breaths before daring to open my eyes and meet hers in the mirror. She had that sly smirk, that mischievous look, and that’s when I felt the tight hole of her arse squeezing itself around my cock. “Oh God… Dawn…”
“You like being in my arse?” She was teasing, the pink tip of her tongue raking over her teeth as she flipped her hair over her shoulder and glanced back at me. “Is that tight, baby brother? Is that nice and tight and hot around your big cock?”
“Yes!” I groaned, leaning into her and sliding my hands down into the V of her crotch. “You know it is.”
“Yesssss...” She smiled, meeting my eyes in the mirror and wiggling back against me. “And I love you in my arse… feels so much better than Kenny’s wee little thing…”
She knew exactly what her words were doing to me. My fingers found the soft, open part of her pussy lips, seeking the hard nub of her clit. She sighed and shifted, letting me know I’d found it, moving her hips in delicious circles and forcing my cock deeper inside of her. “Ahhh yes, yes… that’s it…”
“You really like it?” I searched her eyes in the mirror, seeking her approval, her assent, and found it. She rocked back against me, spreading her legs wide to allow me to rub her clit faster. She was beautiful bent over the washroom sink, propped up on her elbows, her heavy breasts swaying as I started to really fuck her. God, but that hole was tight! The head of my cock deliciously grazed the hot, spasming band of muscle before sinking deep again. My sister’s eyes fluttered closed and opened again, her cheek resting against the mirror, her breath making a fine mist over its surface as she moaned softly with each stroke.
“Yes, baby,” she whispered, tilting her hips, an offering, a question – More? More? “Oh God, baby brother, I was thinking about you the whole time...” Our bodies slapped together now, my cock sinking deep into her tight channel, the lotion she’d coated me with easing the way, and still, it was so snug! “I was wishing it was you… oh Davey, I wanted you. I wanted your cock in my arse. I wanted this… I wanted this…”
“I wanted it, too.” My admission burned through me. “I want you. All of you. All the time. I can’t stop… God, Dawn, you’re…”
“Harder, David!” She insisted, rolling her hips, driving me on. I wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. The sweet pull of her arse, that shockingly stretched dimple of flesh swallowing my cock again and again, was sending me past the point of reason or thought or anything but pure sensation. She had given it to me, had longed for me, wanted me, ached for this as much as I had, and now she submitted completely and lost herself. I couldn’t argue, I couldn’t resist, I couldn’t do anything but surrender to her lust and my own.
And so I did the only thing I could do—I fucked her harder, driving both of us toward a delicious finish, her little clit swollen against my fingers. I wanted to bury all of myself into her, climb inside her somehow, and I shoved my fingers into her pussy, making her gasp and writhe. I felt my cock slipping into her arse, felt it through that thin barrier of flesh, and groaned at the sensation.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” She repeated it over and over, her eyes unfocused, her tongue sneaking out to touch the corner of her mouth. She rubbed her cheek against the coolness of the mirror, her lips pressing there, too, as if she were kissing herself, or some smooth, one-dimensional twin. The sight was incredibly hot and I felt that delicious buzzing in my balls, the sweet tightening that meant there was no going back.
“Dawnie, I’m gonna come,” I groaned, working the head of my cock back and forth at the hot opening of her arse. “Can I…? Can I…?”
“Come in my arse!” Her hands pressed, palms flat, against the mirror and she arched her back. “Fill my arse, baby brother! Fill it with all your hot cum!”
There was no stopping it. My cock slid deep as her hand covered mine, rocking her pussy against my fingers, bringing herself off, too. I felt her spasms, her pussy clamping down on my fingers, drawing them in, while her arsehole contracted, as if trying to push me out. This paradox was delightful, my cock caught right in the middle of the exquisite mesh of it all, pushed and pulled to the brink.
I growled low in my throat as I felt the first surge, coming up deep from my pelvis and finally spewing in delicious jets from the end of my cock, filling the dark, hot cavity of my sister’s arse. Our bodies melded together in that moment, both of us quivering with sensation, Dawn’s sweet climax coming in bursts like sunspots, almost blinding in their beauty. I closed my eyes to it and ground my hips into hers, unable to stop the wicked pleasure that flooded through me as I filled the most secret part of my sister’s body with my cum.
I could barely stand—my legs still shook with the force of my orgasm. Dawn’s body was sticky, and so was mine, but her skin gave off a bronze heat, and she was like velvet in my arms when she turned and wrapped her arms around my neck, giving me a long, soft, sweet kiss. I just held her, both of us still breathing hard, pretending that the washroom was some other world, not connected to our house or the people who lived in it—us included.
“We need to stop doing this.” Dawn’s eyes met mine. She looked sad and her words made me want to double over in pain.
Instead, I buried my face in her neck and breathed in her musky scent, and used an oft-repeated and used sibling phrase between us, only half joking, “You started it.”
Dawn laughed. It bubbled up from the softness of her belly and made me shiver with its light. “You’re a brat.”
“It’s all your fault.” I feathered kisses over her collarbone, amazed and bemused that my cock was stirring again at the feel of her in my arms. “You started it, and now I can’t stop…”
“I know.” She sighed, this time in pleasure, as she tilted her head back for my kisses. “I don’t want to stop, either.”
“You don’t?” I lifted my head to meet her eyes and saw that it was true. The realisation sunk in and I swallowed, glancing at the door and for the first time in a while wondering if someone might be standing on the other side of it, aghast at what they had heard.
“I don’t.” Dawn shook her blonde head, biting her lip. “I want you, David. I can’t stop… wanting you.”
I closed my eyes again and pulled her close. “What are we going to do?”
Chapter Nine
“David, who is this Julie who keeps ringing?”
“Mum, please!” I groaned and pulled the sofa cushion over my head. Dad was gone to a football game—I had declined the invitation for the sole purpose of catching forty-winks while no one rode me about a job. I’d flopped on the sofa with the pretence of watching a bit of the telly and had soon dozed off.
“That’s Davey’s new little bit o’fluff!” Dawn flew around the corner from the kitchen, carrying a bowl of Weetabix and dribbling milk down her chin onto the tops of her exposed, tanned breasts.
“Piss off!” I peeked around the cushion and glared at her, but it was hard to stay mad, watching the white liquid slide down her cleavage. It reminded me instantly of the way my cum looked covering her breasts and that made my cock jump.
Bloody hell! I shook my head to clear it, rubbing my eyes and blinking. I was just sick! Sick sick sick. And Mum was looking right at me. I was thinking about shooting cum all over my sister’s tits and Mum…
Christ! I needed help.
“Don’t you want to talk to your girlfriend, Davey?” Dawn smirked, wrinkling her nose at me.
“Girlfriend?” Mum folded her arms and frowned between us. Just the look in Mum’s eyes made me feel guilty – even though she knew nothing about what Dawn and I had been doing together.
“Davey’s dating no-knickers-Entwistle,” Dawn informed her, wiping her chin with her fist. I rolled my eyes and threw the cushion at her. She laughed and sidestepped it rather gracefully, not even upending her cereal bowl.
“She’s better than Ken the Knob-end,” I snarled, getting up and pushing past both of them. “Can’t you two leave a bloke alone for five minutes?”
“David!” Mum’s tone stopped me at the landing. “Your no-knickers girlfriend is on the phone.”