by Selena Kitt
“Oh yes, yes!” she murmured, reaching down to spread her lips wide so I could delve deep with my tongue, my nose rubbing against the nub of her clit. Her taste was darker, stronger – god, I didn’t want to keep comparing them. I shoved the thought out of my head, just focusing on her clit, watching her belly undulate as her hips rolled, her hands cupping her own breasts, pulling at her nipples. My cock pressed hard against the bedclothes and I fucked them slowly, watching her and imagining my cock sliding into the wetness my fingers were probing.
“Oh fuck, fuck, that’s it! That’s so fucking IT!” Her hips shot up against my mouth and I had to grab her with both hands, lashing my tongue over her pussy with great fervor, working hard for her come, wanting it, and she gave it to me in hot, rolling waves, her whole body shuddering with pleasure. She came down slowly, whispering, “oh… oh… ohhh,” her head going back and forth on the pillow. I was dizzy with lust now, blind with it, and I sucked my fingers drenched in her juices.
“I want to fuck you,” I told her, grabbing her hips and rolling her quickly to her belly. I wanted to see that tattoo, watch it while she fucked back against my aching cock. She gasped but acquiesced, lifting her arse in the air, using two fingers from underneath to spread her lips, showing me the way – but my cock already knew. I let him lead, closing my eyes and just driving forward, finding that sweet, wet hole and thrusting deep.
“Oh god!” She moaned, and I felt her fingers staying there, rubbing at her little clit. I knew I wasn’t going to last long, and I grasped her hips for leverage, my thumbs rubbing over that black lightning tattoo, massaging and spreading it as I began to fuck her. She was hot inside, very tight and oh-so-sweet, like driving into wet silk, and I rolled my hips, trying to hold out a little. The head of my cock felt the size of a football shoved inside her, rubbing into the soft niches of her flesh.
“Ahhhh yes,” I groaned, feeling her pussy squeeze my length. “You feel so fucking good!”
“You like that?” She rolled her hips in circles to match mine, squeezing her pussy and releasing, driving me batty. “Feel good all over that hard cock?”
“Fuck!” I tried to hold it, I tried, but her pussy clenched and clenched, milking me.
“I love you fucking me,” she moaned, slapping back against me, my balls brushing her hand where she was furiously rubbing her clit. “That’s it! Harder! Fuck that pussy hard, baby!”
Oh, bloody fucking hell. There was no holding out. I couldn’t possibly.
“Julie!” I cried out her name, reassuring myself, knowing it was Julie’s body writhing against me, Julie’s cunt squeezing me and on the verge of coming again, too. “Oh fuck, Julie, you’re going to make me come!”
She moaned, reaching back to feel my cock plunging into her. “Come all over my arse!” she begged me. “I want to feel it!”
Oh damn. I was right there! I jerked myself quickly out of the wet warmth of her cunt, and the first blast hit the fingers she was using to bring herself off. She gasped in surprise, then moaned and began to shudder, her arse rolling with her orgasm. I knew she was coming, too, because she told me.
“Oh yesss! Coming! Coming!” She shook with it. I watched her body roll and grabbed my spurting cock, aiming it last-minute at her arse, shooting thick, white spurts over the hot splash of her tattoo, watching it drip down in clearish white streams, my cock jerking, my balls so tight, drawn up to empty their load completely, every spasm bringing a wicked shudder of pleasure.
The first thing I wanted to ask, once I could breathe and speak normally again, was if Julie had really been trying to tell me that she’d been with her own sister. But I couldn’t get up the nerve. Instead, we took a long, hot shower, soaping each other up. It was sexy and sweet, but I was too hungry and too worried about what might be going on at home to think about having another go.
“What do you want for brekkie?” Julie stood on one foot in front of the open refrigerator when I came in wearing just my trousers and drying my hair with a towel.
“Food,” I replied, sitting at the table. “Hungry!”
“How about a fry-up?” Julie starting pulling things out of the refrigerator. “Eggs and sausages?”
“Sounds fantastic.” I glanced over at the phone, knowing I should call, but not wanting to. It was ten in the morning and Mum was going to be furious. I was surprised she hadn’t rung already, off her head. “Can I use your phone?”
Julie glanced over, smiling. “Got to call your Mum?”
“If I don’t, I’m gonna be completely jaspered.” I didn’t tell her I was worried maybe Mum had seen or heard something she shouldn’t have. As comfortable as Julie seemed about knowing I’d slept with my sister, I still just wasn’t all that used to the idea yet.
“Mum?”
“David? Oh good,” she said. I blinked at the phone. She didn’t sound mad at all. “Are you at Julie’s then?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.” Good again? What in the bloody hell was going on? “Just be home at a decent time tonight.”
“Yeah,” I repeated, knowing my voice sounded strange, rather strangled, but I couldn’t help it. I’d already stayed out all night long, and not only was she not pitching a fit, she wasn’t insisting I come home immediately to accept my punishment! Who was this woman, and what had she done with my Mum?
“Bye, then!” With that, Mum hung up.
That was it? I stared at Julie, bewildered. The thing in my belly that had been there since Dawn and I had started up was churning.
“How did it go?” Julie was frying up eggs.
“Mum wasn’t upset.” I stared at the phone in my hand, still incredulous. “Said I should just get home at a decent hour tonight.”
“That’s rare then?” She reached for the salt and pepper, and I couldn’t help notice how her t-shirt rode up, showing me the curve of her bottom.
“Rare as rocking horse shit,” I agreed. There was something wrong with this picture, I just couldn’t put my finger on it.
“Well, then, we have all day.” She winked at me, stirring the sausages in another pan. “Joanna won’t be back until late tonight.”
I put the phone on the table and went over to her. “Maybe we should kick her out for the whole week,” I said, kissing her neck. She turned her head to let me, and I swear if she was a cat, she would have purred. “Just stay in bed.”
She laughed. I loved that laugh. “You’re going to get me sacked! Just because you don’t have a job…”
“I’m going to have to find one.” I sighed, burying my face in and breathing the scent of her clean hair. “Dad’s threatening to cut off my pocket money starting next week.”
“You’ll find one.” She flipped the eggs. “You’re resourceful.”
“That’s true.” I peered over her shoulder, sliding my hands around to cup her breasts and thumb her nipples. “I’m also hungry. Let’s eat!”
“Mmmm!” She shivered, pressing her bottom back against me. “Hold your horses, sexy. Everything in due time.”
Everything.
That’s what I wanted.
Everything.
And that’s just what I couldn’t have.
—
“Mum?”
She was sitting on the sofa when I came in, flipping through the telly. I could count on one hand the times I’d seen my Mum just sitting in front of the telly.
“Oh, there you are.” She smiled at me, but she seemed distracted. “Did you have fun at Julie’s?”
Fun? What I’d had at Julie’s couldn’t be called anything but, I suppose, but she said it like I was five and coming home from a play date at a friend’s house. She had to have known what we were doing.
“Uh… yeah.” It was a Sunday evening, and I expected Dad to be the one on the sofa snoozing in front of the telly, Dawn to be up in her room playing music loud enough for Mum to tell her to turn it down while she read a book in the chair next to Dad… “Where is everyone?”
Mum shrugged. “Out.�
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I decided not to press my luck and went upstairs, glancing at Dawn’s room at the end of the hall just out of habit as I opened my bedroom door. What I saw made me stop and stare.
Her door was open, but there was nothing in it. Nothing – her bed, her desk, her computer, her stereo, even the posters of Sting on the wall. It was all gone. I had to check for myself I wasn’t hallucinating, going past Mum & Dad’s closed bedroom door, and pushing my sister’s door fully open.
The carpet was pink – it had been since she was twelve and Mum had gone through a redecorating phase – the walls covered with a shiny white wallpaper, like striped satin. Her curtains were still the pink roses she’d picked out when we were twelve – mine were blue stars and moons because I’d been going through an outer space thing at the time. It looked like a little girl’s room completely, now that her stuff was out of it.
And just what was her stuff doing out of it?
I bounded down the stairs, and Mum turned her face to me as I stopped in front of her. “Mum? Where’s all Dawn’s stuff?”
She didn’t even blink. “Oh, she’s moved into Laurie’s flat.”
My heart sunk and I just knew… Mum had heard. Had heard, and had acted, quickly and cleanly, kicking Dawn out of the house. No wonder she hadn’t cared how long I stayed at Jules’!
“Is she there now?”
Mum shook her head, going back to the telly. “She’s at the health club, giving her notice.”
“Her…” Notice? She’s quitting her job?
Mum ignored my confusion. “Laurie’s got her in. They needed another shop assistant.”
“I’m going out.” I couldn’t think. I needed to see my sister, talk to her…
“Again?”
“I’ll be back in an hour.”
At least, I thought I would.
—
She was coming out as I was going in. We stood there for a moment, just looking at each other, the weight of what we’d done, how we felt, what we knew, hovering over us like an anvil. And then it fell. She threw her arms around me and I held her, right there in front of the health club with people walking in and out around us.
“I’m so sorry, David,” she whispered against my neck, and I felt the hot wetness of her tears.
“We need to go somewhere.” I meant away from the entrance of the health club – at least, that’s what I meant out loud. What I really meant was we had to go away together, run away somewhere, live happily ever after.
“Come on.” She took my hand and led me around the side of the building. Parking was in back, so it was quiet here, and she squeezed my hand as she stopped. “Mum knows.”
I nodded. “I know.”
“Did she say anything to you?”
“No.” I shook my head. “What did she say to you?”
“She told me she and dad had talked about it and decided I needed to find my own place.”
I stared at her. “Did she say… she heard… or saw…?”
“Mum?” Dawn snorted. “She’d never. No… she just said she’d already talked to Laurie, who said I could move in with her. Dad rented a truck and helped me move my stuff. It happened… very fast.”
“Overnight!” I shook my head, shoving my hands into my pockets. “She told me to stay at…”
“Julie’s.” Dawn swallowed, looking at me. “David, I did an awful thing…”
“More awful than what we’ve been doing?”
“That hasn’t been awful!” She slipped her arms around me, resting her head against my chest. “Do you think it’s been awful?”
I didn’t want to tell her how amazing, how beautiful, how incredible… “I know you told Jules.”
“Oh, David, I’m so sorry.”
I kissed the top of her blonde head. “She doesn’t care.”
“She’s…” I felt her sobs. She was doing it silently, as if I wouldn’t know. I wanted to make it all okay, and I just couldn’t. She gave a hitching breath and said, “She’ll be good for you.”
“I want…” I lifted her face in my hands, kissed the tears off her cheeks. Her eyes said everything, and I knew mine must, too. “Oh Dawnie, I want you. God help me. I do.”
“I know.” Tears just continued to fall from her eyes like rain. “But you know we can’t.”
I didn’t want to know it, but I did. I kissed her as if to chase it away, tasting the salt of her tears, licking it from her lips. I didn’t want any evidence of pain left when we were through.
“David…”
I shook my head, pulling her to me again and holding her. “I’m going to leave home. Move in with Jules.”
“That’s probably best.” She trembled in my arms as if it were cold outside instead of a warm summer evening. “Mum and Dad…”
“They won’t ever talk about it again, Dawnie.”
“No.” The flat tone of her voice told me she knew it was true. We wouldn’t ever have to say anything to them, to admit to our parents what we’d done. But they would always know. And so would we.
“Oh, I meant to tell you…” She moved away, wiping at her cheeks with her hands, trying to compose herself. “I gave my notice and talked you up quite a bit. My boss was very interested. The job’s yours if you want it.”
“Thank you.” I didn’t know what else to say.
She smiled, a brave-girl sort of smile, the kind she always gave me whenever Mum and Dad were fighting when we were little and she was trying to cheer me up and let me know it was all going to be okay. “I’m going to miss you.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” I reached out to clasp her hand, wanting more of her and afraid to ask for it. “I’m your brother.”
“You know what I mean.” She squeezed back.
“Yeah. Yeah I do.”
She pulled away, slinging her purse over her shoulder. “I’m going to go home.”
I was going to say let’s go together, and then I realized, we didn’t live in the same home together anymore. “All right.”
“I love you, David.” Her eyes were shining, and they said it all. The words meant nothing, everything, and I fought the urge to reach for her again, to give into what I knew was wrong and wanted anyway.
“I love you, too.”
I think she heard me as she was ‘rounding the corner. I hope she did.
—
Mum and Dad were at work, and all my stuff was already over at Julie’s. My room was completely empty, with its sky blue carpet and glowing stars on the ceiling, looking as stuck-in-time as Dawn’s had when she’d left.
There was just one thing left to do. I took a large rubbish bag and headed out to the shed. They were all still there, the dirty mags I’d hidden so Mum and Dad wouldn’t find them. I’d been so afraid of being discovered. And now…
I grabbed a handful of magazines and shoved them into the bag, my eyes stinging, my vision blurred. The pages were slippery, and one of the magazines slid out of my hands, spilling onto the floor. Naughty Bits. I picked it up, flipping through, remembering how many times I’d come out to this shed to look at these pictures, imagining what it might be like to be with a woman like this.
There… there was the page. Dawn’s writing in the margin, fat and curly with a heart over the “i”: “She looks like me.”
She really did.
I tore the page out, folding it carefully, and put it into my back pocket. Then I finished bagging the rest, swiping at my eyes before tossing the heavy bag into the bin with the rest of the rubbish.
The End
ABOUT SELENA KITT
Like any feline, Selena Kitt loves the things that make her purr—and wants nothing more than to make others purr right along with her! Pleasure is her middle name, whether it’s a short cat nap stretched out in the sun or a long kitty bath. She makes it a priority to explore all the delightful distractions she can find, and follow her vivid and often racy imagination wherever it wants to lead her.
This sassy, outrageous author lives with her husband
and children in the rural Midwest, all of whom she thinks are the cat’s meow. Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch out—this kitty also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.
When she isn’t pawing away at her keyboard, she loves spending her time belly dancing, attending drum circles, gathering in women’s groups, and taking beautiful pictures of everything in her world.
Her e-publishing credits include: Rosie’s Promise published by Samhain and Torrid Teasers #49 published by Whiskey Creek Press featuring two short stories, French Lessons and I’ll Be Your Superman in 2008. Her stories and poems are in the following anthologies: Coming Together: For The Cure, Coming Together: Under Fire and Coming Together Volume 1 and Volume 3. Two stories, Sacred Spots and Happy Accident, have been published by Phaze Publishing, and her novels Christmas Stalking, Blind Date, The Surrender of Persephone and The Song of Orpheus are coming soon. She has also been published online in The Shadow Sacrament: a journal of sex and spirituality, The Erotic Woman, and her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of “exceptional literary quality,” out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read “blind” (without author’s name available.) She can be reached on her website at www.selenakitt.com or email [email protected]
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Leah and Erica have been best friends and have gone to the same Catholic school since just about forever. Leah spends so much time with the Nolan’s—just Erica and her handsome father, now, since Erica’s mother died—that she’s practically part of the family. When the girls find something naughty under Mr. Nolan’s bed, their strict, repressive upbringing makes it all the more exciting as they begin their sexual experimentation. Leah’s exploration presses deeper, and eventually she finds herself torn between her best friend and her best friend’s father—but even she couldn’t have predicted the shocking and bittersweet outcome of their affair.