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Naughty Bits
By Selena Kitt
David has been brightening up his gray Surrey, England days with the porn collection hidden in his parents' shed, but when he finds that his older sister, Dawn, has discovered his magazines, things really begin to heat up.
Their parents insist that their just-graduated son look for a job, but their daughter has the week off and is determined to work on her tan. Distracted David finds himself increasingly tempted by his seductive older sister, who makes it very clear what she wants.
Her teasing ways slowly break down the taboo barrier between brother and sister until they both give in to their lust, but what are they going to do about the feelings that have developed between them in the meantime?
Warnings: 18+ ONLY This title contains erotic situations, step-sibling incest, graphic language, anal sex, and makes mention of pornography, hammers, interesting uses for rubber bands, dungarees, bikinis, and lots of Britishisms you may or may not have to look up.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
If my mum and dad found out about my collection of porn in the shed, I knew they’d both kick-off and I’d be sleeping under a bench in the Underground, buying papers to keep me warm—instead of buying them like I was now, looking for a job. As it was, they were on at me to find something, and fast. I didn’t get why I had to figure it all out, what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. What was the rush?
My sister, Dawn, got to preen around the health club at her summer job. So why was I supposed to find something "responsible?" Dawn had been living at home since she finished school, aside from a couple of disastrous attempts at living with a roommate that my parents had ended up paying more for in the long run, anyway.
My parents made all sorts of exceptions for her. I had hoped that her laziness, or as my mother put it, her "lack of focus," might pave the way for me to spend some time loafing off after I finished school, too, but no—apparently, Dawn got the welcome mat, but I got threatened with the boot. I didn’t get it.
I shut the back door and looked up at the sky. We didn’t get days like this in Surrey very often—so bright and blue and clear. We spent most of our time walking around in the usual London grey, looking at a hazy kind of film over the sun. Days like today made me remember being a kid, endless summers with no responsibilities, no cares, no worries. So much for that, I thought, flopping the paper down on the patio table and glaring at it.
I sat in one of the folding chairs and took a highlighter out of my pocket. The first thing I circled was a construction company. Maybe I could find something working outside—get a tan, build some muscle. That might lead to getting a girlfriend, I thought hopefully. That got me to thinking about Julie Entwistle, the girl rumoured to wear nothing under her skirts in sixth form. She sat right next to me in English, but I never did see anything—not that I didn’t try. For a girl who was supposed to be a slag, she sure kept her legs together a lot.
Thinking about Julie’s skirt, and more importantly, what might be found under her skirt, made my jeans uncomfortably tight. I shifted in the chair, shoving at my crotch and turning the page of the newspaper, re-focusing my efforts. The ad that caught my eye read: Exotic dancers wanted to perform at private, solo, and bachelor parties... I snorted—so much for trying to focus. Now my cock was officially hard. I glanced over at the shed, thinking of the boards my dad stored in there that "might come in handy" some day. They came in handy for hiding my porn collection.
I folded the paper up and tucked it under my arm, heading toward the shed. My dad’s toolbox doubled as a step stool and was perfect for sitting on. I dug under the boards, pulling out my meagre collection. Two Playboys and a Penthouse, although the latter was a "Letters" edition, and the stories were pretty hot. The last one was my favourite, a magazine called Naughty Bits, which was way more hardcore than the others. I’d never seen another one before or since, although believe me, I’d looked.
I opened it up to my favourite page, and there she was. Blonde, although clearly dyed because her pubes were dark, a full-breasted and full-bodied girl—really unusual for most spreads nowadays where the models were like stick figures. This woman was, well... a woman.
The next best part was the layout itself—a girl all alone on her bed looking at porn. Did girls do that? I loved how she rolled over and spread her legs, revealing that there was nothing under her skirt. She started masturbating, and would you look at that, next page, here comes her brother. Probably it was her boyfriend, but I had this fantasy in my head that it was her brother. And the next thing you know, she’s sucking him off. God, how I wished it was that easy. Hi there, whoops, didn’t mean to interrupt, but since I’m here, zzziiiip, flop, here’s this hard cock you can suck...
I unzipped my jeans and tugged them down a little, slipping my hand into my boxers. Nowhere near as big as the guy positioning his cock at her pink little hole (I loved that picture, her fingers spreading herself open for him like that. Gah! Did girls do that?) but respectable enough—nice and thick, and most definitely stiff. She did it for me, every time. I started masturbating, my eyes skipping from the wet pink of her cunt to her thick, dark pink nipples. I spent some time there, wanking away and staring at the slit between her legs. She spread it open with both hands, and there was a little hole there, right where I wanted to slide my cock, a small dark hollow leading to heaven.
I got myself good and worked up before starting to turn the next page, because it was my favourite, and it was the image I always came to—her arse up in the air, his cum sliding down her arsehole and cunt. I was looking forward to that image, still staring between her legs. I only stopped for a moment, breathless, to turn the page, and I saw something that made my cock jump and my heart race. There was writing in the margin, near the page number. An arrow toward the girl (God, look how that thick cum slid down that pink slit!) and the words, "She looks like me."
That was Dawn’s handwriting—the fat, curly letters, the heart over the "i." My sister had been looking at my porn? Why, I wondered? If she wanted to get me in trouble, she could have taken it to my mum. Instead, she just wrote in the margins. And what she’d written! I flushed. I knew the girl looked remarkably like my sister—the dyed blonde hair, the full body, the mischievous eyes, the slanted smile—that was Dawn. Was she just making an observation? Was she implying that I lusted after her?
I didn’t have any more time to think about it. Someone was knocking on the shed door! I stood, tucking my cock back in and zipping up, shoving the magazines back under the pile of boards.
"David!" It was Dawn. Of course, who else? My parents wouldn’t be home for hours—it was only ten in the morning.
"What?" I called, trying to sound impatient. I tucked my paper back under my arm, grabbed a can of insect spray off the shelf and opened the door.
She was standing there in a white bikini, the flesh of her breasts spilling over the top. My cock, with barely enough chance to wane as it was, jumped to life again at the sight.
"Jesus, Dawn!" I made a face. "Put some clothes on.”
"It’s gonna be sunny and warm all day." She put her hands on her hips and drew my eyes there. "I’m spending my time catching rays!"
"Whatever." I stepped out of the shed into the fresh air.
"What were you doing in there?" She smirked, peering into the dim shed.
I waved the insect repellant at her. "Big-arse spider out on the patio table."
"Sure there was." She moved toward the lounge chair where she had spread a towel. How long had she been out here, I wondered?
I put the can on the table. "There was. It’s obviously crawled off somewhere. Maybe it’s on your lounge chair."
She stuck her tongue out at me. "Quit being such a pain in the arse. I’m in a good mood and you’re not going to spoil it."
Dawn positioned her chair, looking up toward the sun as she did, and then crawled on. Her bikini bottoms rode up between her cheeks and I flashed on the picture in Naughty Bits that I’d found the writing on—her arse up in the air, cum sliding down her slit. I sat down at the table, putting the paper in my lap to cover my erection.
"What’s got you so perky?" I scowled.
She was lying on her back, now, and she lifted her sunglasses to look at me. "It’s my first day on holiday, you git! Two whole weeks off work!"
I turned my chair away from her, opening my paper back up. My cock was still throbbing and watching her oil herself up out of the corner of my eye wasn’t helping. She was slathering lotion all over, rubbing it into the creases, even between her toes. I could smell the stuff, like coconuts, as if a tropical smell was supposed to make you turn darker.
"You find anything in there yet?" She dropped the lotion next to her chair and leaned back. Her breasts jiggled in the white bikini top when she did, and I couldn’t help watching. Seeing real flesh move was different from looking at a picture in a magazine. I found myself wondering what it would feel like to touch her there, just the top of her breast, all shiny from the oil. I flushed.
"No." I turned my eyes back to the paper. "There’s nothing out there."
"Well, mum and dad won’t let you scrounge off them forever, you know." She threw an arm up over her head.
"Sod off!" I rolled my eyes. "I’m not the one who’s still living with my parents at twenty-five."
I stood up, deciding to go into the house. Maybe take another shower. I felt hot and sweaty, although it wasn’t really that warm out here, yet.
"Hey." Dawn lifted her sunglasses again. Her eyes were soft, and so was her smile. "You wanna do something for me?"
"If it involves lotion and your back, forget it." I reached for the back door. "I’m your brother, remember?"
She stuck her tongue out. "If you’re going in the house... maybe you could bring out one of dad’s bottles of wine?"
I raised my eyebrows at her. "The good stuff?"
"Yeah." She grinned. "Why not? Let’s celebrate my holiday. You’re eighteen now."
I opened the door, heading into the house. The kitchen was to the right, and I threw the paper on the table, squatting down in front of the wine rack. I found a bottle of dad’s favourite wine. It was almost full, but had been uncorked. I grabbed it, turning back to the door. Dawn was adjusting her straps when I looked out, lifting her breasts as she did. I sighed, going out.
"Here." I put the bottle next to her chair.
"Ta," she smiled. I turned to go and she grabbed my arm, lowering her voice. "Come on, David. Don’t be mean. Stay and keep me company. Pull up a chair and soak up some sun."
I pulled a lounge chair over next to hers and adjusted it. From this vantage point, I didn’t have to worry about her seeing where my eyes were going—and they were running—up and down the lengths of her legs, over her full hips and soft belly, toward the rise of her breasts. They lingered there, watching her breathe, and my cock felt like it was going to burst. I was going to have to take a very long shower.
She picked up the bottle, uncorking it. "No glasses?" She turned to smile at me.
I shrugged. "You want me to go get some?"
"I don’t have the lurgy." She took a swig and held the bottle out to me. "Here."
I grabbed the bottle and took a taste, making a face. I wasn’t much of a drinker—the stuff tasted awful. I handed it back to her.
"Aren’t you hot?" she asked. "Why don’t you strip down to your pants?"
I flushed. If I stripped, she might see my erection. She slid her sunglasses down her nose, raising her eyebrows.
"Come on, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before, you know."
I shrugged, unbuttoning my shirt and tossing it over on the table. I stood to undo my jeans, and I saw Dawn’s eyes move to my crotch as she took another swig of wine. She handed it to me, and I took a long swallow, my eyes burning. I took my time, willing my cock into submission. It partially worked. I pushed my jeans down my hips, stepping out of them and laying back on the lounger wearing just my boxers
She handed me the wine again, and I drank some more, starting to feel the effects already. My head felt lighter.
"So do you have any interviews?" She took another drink from the wine bottle and passed it.
"I had one." I took a swig. I was getting used to the taste. "But it was some insurance thing. It was all a bit dodgy."
"Nothing else?"
"Can we change the subject?" I glowered at the wine bottle as I held it up to my lips. It glittered in the sun. "I’m tired of talking about ‘my future.’"
She cocked her head at me, frowning. "Poor little bit." She sighed. "Being grown-up sucks."
"Wish someone would have told me." I shaded my eyes against the sun. It was really bright. "I thought it was gonna be crackin’, you know, getting to do whatever you want..."
She laughed. "I wish." She handed me the bottle again. "I know you’ll find something. You just have to keep at it."
I snorted. "You sound just like mum. ‘You need to try harder, David.’"
"Let’s change the subject," she agreed. "Let’s talk about sex."
I choked on the wine going down my throat, some of it dribbling onto my chin. "Not the conversation I need to be having with my sister. Let’s talk about me finding a bloody job, all right?"
"Have you ever fucked a girl?" She took the bottle back. "Come on, David, you can tell me."
I flushed, staring directly at the sun and then closing my eyes, seeing a bright spot where it had been. "No."
"I didn’t think so." She nudged my arm with the bottle.
"Is it that obvious?" I took a swallow, handing it back with my eyes still closed.
Her voice was soft as she said, "No wonder you toss-off so much in the shed."
My eyes flew open, my jaw dropped. My face burned and I couldn’t say anything.
Dawn was holding the bottle up. "Crikey! This is almost gone!"
"How long have you known?" I swallowed hard.
"Long enough." She smiled
"Are you gonna tell mum and dad?"
She was grinning now. "Oh, I don’t know, that depends."
"On what?" I sat up and turned toward her.
"You know mum will throw a wobbly if she finds out you’ve got porn."
"Why do you think it’s hidden in the shed?" I sighed miserably. "Are you going to tell?"
"I was just teasing." She sat up in her chair and faced me. "What are we, ten? I’m not a grass. So you look at porn. What bloke doesn’t, right?"
I sighed, relieved. I looked at her, remembering the words written in the margins. "Say, Dawn... did you... were you looking at it?"
She grinned. "She looks an awful lot like me, doesn’t she?"
I nodded, meeting her eyes. "She’s my favourite."
She stood, grabbing onto the back of the chair for a moment. She started toward the house. When she got to the door, she looked back at me. "Come on."
I followed her after a moment, finding her standing in the kitchen, leaning against the table. Her bikini top was on the table, too, and I was staring at her breasts. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t even breathe.
"You like what you see?" She cupped them and pulled on her nipples. My face was burning, but my cock was stiffening in response. "They look a lot like hers, don’t they?"
I nodded in agreement. Blimey, almost exactly like the girl in Naughty Bits! The same little areolas, the dark pinkish nipples. My cock jumped as I watched her rub her hands over them.
"Dawn, what are you doing?" I heard the hoarseness in my own voice.
"Well, I’m a bit pissed," she admitted. "And I’m really randy, especially after watching you wanking in the shed."
"Oh, God," I groaned, putting my hand to my forehead. She was moving toward me, and my eyes fell from her breasts down to her bikini bottoms. Now that I’d seen the top, I wanted to see the rest.
"You wanna suck these?" she purred, pulling on her nipples. "Do you wanna shove your cock in my cunt, baby brother?"
I had backed up to the wall and she was leaning in toward me, not touching me, but close. She slid her hand down into her bikini, and I could see the top edge of her pubic hair.
"You wanna fuck me?" Her hand moved between her legs.
I groaned, closing my eyes against it. "Dawnie," I pleaded. "Please. Stop."
"You want to," she whispered, and I jumped when she squeezed my crotch. My cock throbbed against her hand through my boxers. "You’ve been wanking in the shed and looking at that girl who looks just like me and wishing it was really me all along, haven’t you?"
She moved her hand between my legs, rubbing it up and down the length of my shaft through the thin material.
I groaned, "Yes. Oh God, Dawn, yes." I grabbed her hand, pushing it away. "You gotta stop. We really can’t do this."
She pouted, her brow knitting. "Why not?"
"Because," I choked. "Because you’re my sister."
She sighed, moving back and sliding up to sit on the table. She smiled, then, her eyes getting that mischievous glint they used to whenever we were gonna do something we’d get in big trouble for. "Well... what if we don’t touch each other?"
I frowned. "What do you mean?"
She bit her lip, leaning back on the table so she was lying down. I gasped at the sight of her, spread out on the table topless, the bikini bottoms showing the clear outline of her cunt, swollen and thick. God, I wanted to see. My cock was tenting my boxers, and there wasn’t a damned thing I could do about it.
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 gaze 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, okay?"
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 eyed 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 tabletop 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."
"All right, 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, lying 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 around 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."