Naughty Bits

Chapter Eight

Julie was right in the middle of giving me such a bad blowjob-including teeth, a grip like a vice and a bruising Hoover-like suck-that it felt like she was going to pop the head of my cock like some blistered spot. I knew I was going to have to stop her and was just about to when she sat up and asked, “Where’s the loo?”

“First door on your left.” I was glad she had to go. It didn’t just give my poor dick a break-it gave me time to think about ways to get rid of her. I could only vaguely remember her hanging on my arm earlier in the night while I watched my sister grind on the dance floor with Ken. When the pub closed down, and Dawn gave me her little finger-wagging wave on the way out, somehow Julie ended up tagging along after me while I trudged home, talking the whole while, although I’m not sure what about.

I heard a flush and sighed, yanking my jeans up over my waning cock. I knew it was crazy – I had a girl, a perfectly willing, more than sufficiently sloshed and decidedly randy girl – in my very own bedroom, and I was about to ask her to leave. And why? Because all I could do was think about my damned sister and the way she felt earlier all over me as I fucked her in the washroom of the pub? What kind of knob was I turning into?

“What are you doing here?” Dawn’s voice carried clearly through my door and I bolted out of bed to find her standing in the landing, Ken coming up the stairs behind her. Julie blocked their way down the hall, her top still half undone. I noticed Ken noticing and gritted my teeth. “What the hell, David? Mum and Dad take a trip and you decide to turn the house into a knocking shop?”

I snorted, looking pointedly at Ken, and picked up an imaginary telephone. “Hello, Pot? This is Kettle. You’re black.”

Dawn had the decency to blush, at least. “Ken’s place is… unavailable.”

“Spraying it for fleas?”

“Shut up, David.”

“Julie.” I held my hand out to her and she smiled and melted rather nicely against me in the doorway. I enjoyed the look of fury on Dawn’s face. “Let’s get back to knocking.”

“I’m telling Mum.”

“You do that.” I pulled Julie past me, into the room, and lowered my voice. “And I’ll have lots of interesting things to tell Mum about my…older… sister… the one who’s supposed to be looking out for herbaby brother…”

She glanced back at Ken and then hissed. “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

I grinned as she stamped her foot, her hands balled into fists at her sides, but I shut the door before she could start her building tirade and shoved a chair under the door handle so she couldn’t burst in. Julie sidled up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist and taking steps back toward the bed.

“Don’t you hate having a sister?”

“You have no idea.”

She put her hand over my crotch and sighed. “You must be really ready to blow.”

“You have no idea.”

“Let me make you forget all about her.”

I sighed. Good luck with that. “Let’s give it a try.”

Afraid to let her at my poor, aching cock again, I rolled her over onto her back as we kissed, sliding down and finishing unbuttoning her top. She made happy noises and even helped me with her bra strap when I fumbled behind her back for the hooks. Her breasts were almost as full in my hands as Dawn’s, but I was right about her nipples – small and dark, like little pebbles under my tongue. I pressed her tits together and buried my face between them, feeling a little dizzy, probably still more than a little drunk. I didn’t want to admit, even to myself, that I was imagining my sister, the velvet feel of her skin, the way she gripped my hair, guiding me lower, lower…

“Oh David, yes.” Julie whimpered and wiggled, but the sound of her voice broke my little trance, brought me back to the present, where it wasn’t Dawn in my bed after all.

“SHH!” I urged her, a little too harshly, and she jumped. Even in the dark I could feel her draw back. “Sorry… It’s just… my sister… down the hall…”

“Right.”

“I’m sorry.” I really was sorry. What was I thinking? Here was this girl, a nice girl by all rights, although a little bit slutty to be willing to do this on a first date – not even a date, really. But I could forgive her, considering we’d known each other so long. Here was this nice, willing girl, and I was feeling withdrawn and hateful. I lowered my head to her breasts again in apology, licking at her nipples. She sighed and arched, her breath coming faster as I sucked them into my mouth. I experimented, pressing them together, running my tongue back and forth between her nipples.

“Oh God! YES!”

Both of us froze at the sound of my sister’s voice. It carried all the way down the hall, frenzied and loud. “Yes! Yes! YES!”

I blinked fast, glad for the darkness so Julie couldn’t see the rising colour in my face. She would have mistaken it for embarrassment anyway, but it wasn’t. I was furious.

Julie giggled. “And you thoughtI was being loud?”

“Fucking hell!” Gritting my teeth against my sister’s moans, I pinched Julie’s nipples, probably a little too hard, making her squeal. “You like that?” She yelped as I sucked one of them into my mouth, working the other one between my thumb and first finger, and then she moaned, her head going back, her hips pressing up against me.

I was furious with Dawn and taking it out on Julie, but I’m pretty sure the girl in my bed mistook my newfound fervour as passion and saw it as a welcome change from my former laissez-faire attitude. She grabbed my head, pressing me lower, lifting her skirt up over her hips. I heard my sister making that tell-tale “uh-uh-uh” and knew, whatever they were doing, that she was going to come. The thought made me crazy and I pressed my face between Julie’s legs with a pained groan, finding the gusset of her knickers wet, the smell of her making me even more dizzy.

“Yes, Davey,” Julie whispered. It was the name they used to call me in sixth form-the name my sister used when she teased me. “Yes, yes, please, lick it, please…”

I yanked the material aside, exposing the soft, dark down of her pubic hair. I was grateful she wasn’t shaved smooth – I didn’t want any more reminders of Dawn.

“Tell me,” I insisted, parting her lips with my fingers, hearing her whimper. “Tell me you want it.”

“Oh God.” Her hips rocked up toward my mouth. “Please, yes. I want it. I want it!”

My sister was getting fucked. I knew the steady, staccato sound of her voice, rising with her orgasm, as a cock slammed into her again and again. That little weasel was fucking my sister. Never mind that I wanted to be that bloke – never mind that Ihad been that bloke, earlier tonight, rutting between my own sister’s legs like some wild boar that didn’t know the difference between food and rubbish. What was I turning into? My cock ached, listening to the rolling rise of her voice, the sweet catch in it, the way it lowered when she begged, “Fuck me hard! Harder! Come on! Come on!”

Was she thinking about me, I wondered? And what if she wasn’t? The thought made me go cold inside, remembering what she’d said earlier, about how wrong what we were doing really was. As if I didn’t know that? As if I hadn’t agonised over it from the beginning? Now thatI’d given in, she was…

It came to me that she was doing this on purpose-being loud, putting on a show-to prove something? But what?

Julie wriggled out of her knickers, spreading her legs wide again, inviting me with every rock and sigh. Listening to my sister was making me insane with jealousy and lust. I wanted to go down there, burst into the room, kick Ken’s whiny little arse from one end of the room to the other, and then give my sister the spanking she deserved-but I knew I couldn’t. I knew I shouldn’t even be thinking about it, shouldn’t even care. But I did. Far too much.

The girl whose legs were spread for me seemed to notice my hesitation, sense my dilemma. God, I hope not. I couldn’t see her face in the dark, but she was quiet now, her breathing slower. I made a decision, then and there, that I was going to make Julie feel so good she’d scream with pleasure-and maybe, just maybe, give Dawn a little dose of her own medicine.

“Louder,” I urged, parting her lips again with my fingers. “Tell it to me louder.”

I don’t know if she understood. Part of me thought she did, from the way she froze for a moment, her breath caught-but she did it anyway. That act alone excited me.

“Lick my cunt!” she insisted and I knew her voice was carrying down the hall, all the way into my sister’s bedroom. I smiled in triumph, lowering my face to Julie’s waiting pussy, my tongue parting the soft folds of flesh, searching for her clit.

“Oh yes,” she whispered, lifting her hips to my mouth. Then her hands were in my hair, mashing my lips and tongue against her, grinding her wetness against my face, and her voice rose louder, no longer asking or begging, but insisting, demanding. “Lick it! Yes! Oh God! Don’t stop! Make me come!”

That was my plan, of course, but it was out of my hands, now. Julie was using me, my mouth, taking herself there, and every word and moan reverberated through me. I was all tongue for her, letting her rub herself against my face, and I found myself unzipping my jeans, stroking my throbbing cock through the material as she twisted against me.

I couldn’t hear my sister at all now as Julie thrashed and bucked on my bed, and I was so relieved I might have sworn eternal loyalty to her or some such rot if she’d asked me in that moment. The girl was coming, and coming hard, her moans filling my head as she flooded my mouth with the sweetness of her cum. She rubbed herself off on my face until I couldn’t breathe and didn’t care, and then she pulled my head back, still panting from her climax, and whispered, “Now… let’s give them a real show. Get up here and fuck me.”

Hardly believing what I was hearing, I crawled up between her legs, my face smeared with her juices, and she kissed me, sucking my tongue deep into her mouth as she wrapped her legs around my waist. Her hand was searching between us and I helped her, shoving my jeans down, groaning when she wrapped her fingers around my cock.

“Julie…” I said her name, like an apology, and somehow I think she knew it, but it didn’t matter. She was going to give me what I wanted-and I was grateful for that, too. She guided me into her wetness and it was like sliding through butter. Wiggling underneath me, she arched and pressed into the saddle of my hips, digging her bare heels into my lower back to make me fit more perfectly inside of her. Her muscles were taut and stretched around my cock, making me heady with the sensation, eager to thrust toward completion, but I held back, caught between my desire and my fear of where it might lead.

“Come on! Give me that big, hard dick!” Julie’s nails dug into my back as she began to move underneath me, her body twisting and turning in my arms. I gave her what she wanted. Not just because she wanted it-and it was clear to me she really did-or even because I wanted it, but because I knew my sister was listening. I couldfeel her listening, could sense the rising colour in her cheeks, the troubled pallor underneath.

As much as I later would have liked to say I fucked Julie that first time because I really wanted her, it wasn’t about that in the least. I fucked her because I wanted to be fucking my sister-I wanted to make Dawn jealous, wanted her to wish it was my cock thrusting into her, my mouth muffling her moans as I rode her squalls of pleasure.

And Julie put on quite a show. She gave such an outstanding performance I couldn’t tell anymore whether she was acting or not when she threw her head back and called my name, begging me to fuck her harder, faster, deeper, more, more, more… I didn’t know until I felt her cunt spasm, actually felt her muscles flutter and tighten around my prick as she reached her climax and I realised this was no act, at least, not anymore. She was coming under me, shuddering, biting my shoulder to keep in her screams, which came anyway, wails of pleasure torn out of her throat with every thrust.

And Dawn was yelling at my door, knocking fast and hard, thrusting against the chair I’d propped there to keep anyone out. “David! Christ! The bloody neighbours can hear you!”

“Fuck off!” I gasped, looking down into Julie’s pained expression, the exquisite torture etched there making me feel protective and affectionate all of a sudden. I wanted to scoop her up, crawl inside her, die. And I hadn’t even come. Wasn’t going to, either. I pulled out, collapsing next to her on the bed as she purred like a kitten and cooed like a pigeon, curling her soft body against mine. I rolled to my side, hiding my still throbbing erection, letting her spoon against me and pull the covers up.

“How was that?” she murmured, kissing my shoulder blade, the tickle of her nails along my side as she slid an arm under mine a sweet reminder of her femininity.

“A stellar performance, ta.” God, that was mean. I realised it right away and meant to take it back, but I didn’t know how. Still, she didn’t say anything. Neither did my sister. Dawn had given up and gone away – or was still listening outside the door.

Either way, it didn’t matter. I closed my eyes against all of it, my head spinning, and slipped toward sleep.

–

The ache of beer sitting in my bladder like a thousand stone woke me up, and I slid out from under Julie’s arm, stumbling toward the bog in the dark. The edge of the chair was still wedged under the door and I set it aside. Everything was quiet, the hallway a dark tunnel as I felt my way.

I shut the door and turned on the light out of habit. Mum insisted my aim at the toilet bowl was bad enough during the day, let alone at a sleepy two in the morning darkness. I was mid-stream in a heavy flow, my kidneys ridding themselves of the copious amounts of alcohol I’d consumed all night, when the door opened. I’d forgotten to lock it. Afraid it might be Ken, I turned my back towards the door, calling over my shoulder, “Give me a minute!”

“Just one?” The door snicked closed and my sister turned the lock behind her.

I shook off, my heart hammering, and dropped my shirt to cover myself-my shorts and trousers were in my room-turning to face her. She was wearing Ken’s shirt, navy blue button down, open from neck to the tail ends that hung almost to her knees.

“Jesus, Dawn-don’t you know how to knock? What if it had been Julie in here?”

“So what if it was?” My sister cocked her head at me, her eyes slightly narrowed as she slid up onto the counter while I turned on the tap to wash my hands. “I’d like to have a talk with that skank.”

“Look who’s talking.” I reached across her to dry my hands and she grabbed my arm, pulling it around her back.

“What makes me more of a slut?” she whispered, hooking her bare foot behind my knee and spreading her legs to pull me in close. “Letting Ken take my arse tonight or me wanting to fuck my own brother?”

My breath caught and I chided my cock for rising at the thought of my sister’s arse in the air, that puckered hole she had asked me to finger waiting for the plunge of something much larger and demanding. It wasn’t listening, though, my cock. It had a mind of its own. It knew just what it wanted-and what it wanted was sitting right here splayed on the washroom counter in the treacherous form of my sister.

“Come on, baby brother.” Dawn slipped her arms around my neck, her breath hot against my ear. “Enquiring minds want to know. Which is worse?”

“Dawn…” I swallowed and closed my eyes as she shifted, hooking her other leg around me and snuggling her crotch right up against mine. “God…”

“I was thinking about you the whole time.”

Her whispered words stopped everything inside of me. It was what I’d been afraid of and secretly – or not so secretly – hoping for. I slid my arms around her waist, under Ken’s shirt, which reeked of some awful cologne and was giving me a headache. Her skin was soft as down and I wanted to bury every part of myself in it.

I almost choked on my own words. “I was thinking of you, too. I couldn’t help myself.”

She sighed and melted in my arms, turning her face up to be kissed. I hated the thought of her mouth anywhere near the twat sleeping right now in her bed, but I didn’t taste a trace of him on her when I slipped my tongue in to touch hers. She tasted just like she always did-sweet, a little like almonds and honey-and I had a feeling she hadn’t, at any point, kissed Ken tonight like she was kissing me now, her mouth hungry and eager, her hands roaming all over my body as if making sure I was real, solid, and here to stay. At least, I hoped she hadn’t.

“Did you like his cock in your arse?” I bit the words off, each one, leaving angry red love bites on her neck as I pulled the shirt down over her shoulders. She slipped her arms out of the sleeves, lifting my shirt off so she could press herself fully against me, her breasts flattening against my chest as her mouth sought mine again.

But I wouldn’t kiss her. Instead, I cupped her chin, squeezing her mouth with my thumb and first finger, tugging gently at her lower lip. “Answer me. Did you like his cock in your tight little arse?”

I’d seen plenty of pictures of anal sex-Naughty Bitsdid a whole issue devoted to it once-but I don’t think my sister knew how much I’d thought about it, how that sweet, dark hole intrigued and called me into its humid depths. The thought of my sister’s arse up in the air being fucked made me want to bend her over right now and shove it into her with a force that would wake both Julie and Ken and make Dawn wail.

“Why? Are you jealous?” Her tone was teasing as she jerked her head out of my hand and reached between us, grabbing onto the steel length of me and squeezing out a torturous rhythm.

I rolled my eyes convincingly-I hoped. “Why should I be jealous of him? The guy’s all foam and no beer.”

“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 sotight!

“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 wantedyour 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?”

“I don’t know.” Her voice was a whisper and she buried her face against my chest. “I just don’t know.”