Chapter Five

"David!"

Oh bugger. Mum again. I buried my head under my pillow and pretended for the third time that I hadn't heard her. Couldn't a bloke sleep in on a Saturday?

I used to live for the weekends. Now they had turned into endless days of chores that Mum found needed doing around the house, and of course Dad seemed to be in agreement- he said I needed to keep busy, since I wasn't at school anymore.

"David!"

Oh hell. It was Dad this time. She had called in the big guns. I threw the pillow off my head and grabbed a pair of jeans from next to my bed, tugging them on. He opened my door without knocking just as I was pulling on a t-shirt. "Oh, good, glad you're up."

"Yeah." I sighed, running a hand through my hair and waiting. I knew it was coming.

"I've got to fix your mother's planters," Dad said. "Get some breakfast and come out back to help me, would you?"

"Okay." I gave him a little salute as he shut the door. Damn. Doing chores for Mum was better than spending the day handing tools over to Dad-listening to him swear at whatever piece or part wouldn't fit into the correct spot and then taking it out on me just because I handed him the wrong spanner or whatever.

All that meant that when I stormed into the kitchen, I was in a fairly black mood. Mum was washing up the breakfast dishes and I grabbed a bowl and a box of Frosties, standing at the window and shoveling in bites while I watched Dad pulling Mum's planters out. Dawn was lying in the sunlounger watching him, wearing her white bikini and soaking up the near-afternoon sun.

"So what's wrong with the planters you have?" I asked through a mouth full, glancing over at Mum. "They look fine to me."

"They're rotting in the back." She reached over me for a tea towel. "Your father said he didn't use the treated wood but he's got some in the shed he's going to replace it with."

I stared at her for a moment, milk dribbling down my chin as I turned back to look out the window. Dad was heading for the shed now-to get the wood for the planter, I assumed. The very wood that my porn collection was hidden under! Fuck! I threw my bowl in the sink, still half-full, and bolted for the back door.

"David!" Mum called after me, sounding disgusted. "You didn't even finish-"

I didn't hear the rest. I burst out of the door in my bare feet, jumping down the steps and landing in front of Dad just as he was about to open the shed door. He took a step back when I barrelled out in front of him and stood staring at me with his mouth open.

"Hey!" I slapped him on the shoulder. "Here I am! Reporting for duty! What can I do? Can I get something for you out of the shed?"

Dawn sat half-up, lowering her sunglasses to look at us. I glanced over his shoulder at her, pleading her with my eyes.

"Actually, you can go down to the basement and get my toolbox." Dad moved to step around me. I matched his movement, still blocking the way.

"That wood is kind of heavy, Dad." I looked over at Dawn for some help. "Let me carry it for you. Dawn can go get your tool box."

"I will not!" She snorted, leaning back and sliding her sunglasses up.

"Come on, David." Dad stepped around me and grabbed the shed door. "Go on and get my toolbox."

I widened my eyes at Dawn and she shrugged but was silently laughing. Some help she was! I bounded up the back steps, pulling open the door and running through the kitchen, nearly knocking Mum over on my way toward the basement.

"David!" she cried, sounding exasperated, but I didn't stop. I flew down the stairs and turned the corner toward Dad's work room. His toolbox was under the work bench and I leaned under to grab it, hitting my head on the table as I came up.

"Fuck!" I swore, rubbing my head as I lugged the toolbox back up the stairs, slowed down now by the weight.

"Everything all right?" Mum asked as she opened the back door for me.

"Ta," I panted, answering cryptically, "I'll know in a minute."

Dawn sat up again as I came back out, wearing a crooked smile. Dad was still in the shed. I set the toolbox down and peered inside the shed door. He was fishing through the boards, whistling something. It didn't sound or look like he'd found anything-yet. I let out a sigh of relief.

"Hey, Dad," I called in. "I have your toolbox. Want me to carry any of that?"

Dad looked up from where he was kneeling. From the angle I was watching from, I could actually see the corner of one of my porn mags resting under the boards just on the other side of his knee. The sight of it so close to discovery made me feel dizzy and ill.

"You're awfully helpful today." Dad stood and brushed his hands off. "Here, take these four outside." He pointed to the boards he had laid aside. I grabbed them and propped them over my shoulder, carrying them out of the shed.

"Come on, Dad." I set the boards on the ground between his toolbox and the planter. "Let's get this project started!"

Dawn was silently laughing, her belly and breasts shaking as she covered her mouth so my Dad wouldn't hear her. I gave her the finger and she made a wanking motion between her legs, sticking her tongue out at me.

I'd been so panicked about the possibility of Dad finding my porn collection that I'd barely noticed her in her white bikini, but now the motion of her hand between her legs drew my eyes there and I found myself staring.

"All right, Davey." Dad slapped me on the shoulder as he came out. "Let's get to work!"

At that point, I was just thankful that no one was poking around the shed anymore and I was pretty much willing to do anything. Dawn laid back down to soak up some sun and Dad and I got to work, pulling apart the old planter.

Mum hadn't planted anything in it this year because the wood had rotted so we didn't have to worry about that. The wood had split in several places though, making it harder to pull apart. I was using the claw end of the hammer at one end and Dad was at the other, trying to pry the nails up.

"Next time," I grunted, wiping sweat off my brow with the tail end of my t-shirt. "Don't use such long-arse nails!"

Dad yanked a nail free and it tinkled on the cement. "Come on." He started on another one, grunting with the effort. "Don't be a nancy boy. Just give it some welly!"

"Yeah!" Dawn called, dropping her sunglasses and looking at me. She had that Dawnie-grin on. "Give it some welly, David!"

"Nosey Parker!" I made a face at her and, grabbing my hammer, started to work on the board again. By the time we got the back taken off, I was sweating like mad, and I pulled off my t-shirt. Dawn whistled and I threw her a dirty look.

"Come on, go starkers." She grinned. "No one can see."

"Good thing." I tossed my t-shirt at her. It landed shy of her chair. "You might as well be, in that thing."

Dad glanced over at her, frowning. "The boy has a point."

"Oh, naff off, both of you!" Dawn turned over on her belly on the lounge chair, never afraid to speak her mind. Her bikini bottoms pulled across her arse and I could actually see the outline of her lips in them. She swung her feet, not looking at us, her body glistening with oil. I noticed she was actually getting a little more brown.

"Don't get cheeky, Miss." Dad tossed aside the old boards and headed toward the shed.

"Whoa! Ho!" I grabbed his arm. "Hey, Dad, where are you going?"

He looked down at my hand on his arm and back up at me, his eyebrows raised. "I need my saw," he said slowly, taking my hand off his arm. "Are you all right?"

I nodded, my eyes shifting to the shed. "Fine."

"You're a bit wonky today." He frowned, setting off toward the shed.

My jaw was clenching and unclenching as I sat on one of the patio chairs, waiting for him as he rummaged around in there.

"What's the matter?" Dawn smiled over at me. "Afraid you're going to get caught?"

I glanced over at her and saw she had turned onto her back and was tracing the outline of her nipples through her bikini top. They were hard and poking through the material. My eyes nearly popped out of my head.

"Dawn!" I hissed, glancing toward the shed. I could still hear Dad sorting through things in there. I was just praying he didn't go near the boards again.

"What?" She pinched her nipples through the material, making them even harder, and I felt my cock responding, remembering how they felt in my mouth, how they looked when she was sitting up on the counter, letting me fuck her with the cucumber. Holy hell.

"Fancy these?" She lifted her breasts, rubbing her hands over the material. She slipped one hand under the white cloth, from the top, and I could see her working her hand over her bare skin.

I watched, transfixed. She pulled her bikini top down over her breasts completely then, shaking her shoulders, making her breasts sway. I stared, my cock an iron rod in my jeans now, my breath caught in my throat.

"Dawn," I gulped, glancing toward the shed and realizing I couldn't hear my Dad anymore. She smiled, pulling her top back up and stretching her arms over her head with a fake yawn as my Dad came out of the shed carrying a saw.

"Damned thing was hiding," he mumbled, calling over to me. "Come hold this steady, David!"

"Coming…" My voice was faint as I stood. She was staring at my crotch and I flushed, knowing my erection must be clearly outlined.

I went over to help my Dad, but I couldn't help looking over at Dawn. She was watching us, lying back on her elbows, her feet pressed together, legs open. The outline of her pussy under the material was making me loopy. It was all I could think about.

Dad was sawing a board he'd put up onto a breeze block and I was supposed to be holding it steady. His back was to Dawn, but I was facing her and had a clear view of her full body, lying there glistening in the sun. She saw me watching her and grinned. I inwardly groaned but couldn't look away as she started teasing her nipples again.

Dad sawed through that board and began measuring another, his back still to her display. She continued to tease me, pinching and pulling her nipples through the material, making a little "o" with her mouth.

"Hold this." Dad put another board up. I put my knee on it, my eyes on Dawn's body. She was rubbing her hands over her belly, sliding them lower and lower. I licked my lips as I watched, my cock throbbing in my jeans now.

Dad was sawing away, grunting and wiping sweat from his brow. The sensation made me think of fucking, and I couldn't help but think of fucking Dawn. I had the brief fantasy of just pulling her bikini bottoms aside and plunging my cock into her right there on the lounge chair-that's how much I wanted her.

Dawn slipped her fingers under the top elastic band of the bikini bottoms and I watched, wide-eyed, as she began to play with herself. I saw her hand working underneath the material, and remembered exactly what she felt like inside, how soft and smooth and warm.

She saw me watching her and grinned, pulling the material aside with one finger and showing me her cunt. I glanced down at Dad, who was still sawing away, and then back to Dawn, exposing herself to me. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, lying there with her cunt spread open, sliding her fingers up and down her slit.

When she started fingering herself, I lost it. I think I was unconsciously leaning forward, to get a better view, because my knee slipped off the board and it went flying up, nearly hitting me in the bollocks.

"Flippin' 'eck!" Dad looked at me with a frown. "David, will you concentrate?"

"Sorry." I glanced back at Dawn, who had stopped playing, but was now licking her fingers. Oh god. I could almost taste her pussy. She grinned at me and blew a kiss. My whole body felt flushed and I was grateful that it was hot out.

I tried to keep my mind off her and just pay attention to helping my Dad. We got the rest of the boards cut and Dawn rolled over onto her belly and thankfully appeared to fall asleep. Her sunglasses were askew and she was drooling onto the towel underneath, her hand trailing down on the patio. Her bikini bottoms rode up her sweet, rounded arse, and I wanted to touch her so badly it almost hurt.

I grabbed a hammer and started pounding along with Dad, helping him nail the boards along the back of the planter. I pounded as hard as I could, hoping if I expended enough energy, I might eliminate the throbbing ache between my legs.

It actually seemed to have the opposite effect, especially when Dawn rolled onto her back again, throwing her arm over her eyes and giving me a clear view of her rising and falling breasts, the material pulled taut over them.

"Ta-for all your help, David," Dad said as I pounded in the last nail on my side and he put tools away in the toolbox.

"Nothing like two big, strong, sweaty men working on a project." Dawn shaded her eyes as she looked over at us. She was grinning.

"Cheeky." Dad smiled fondly at her. Jesus. If he had any idea! My mouth went dry at the thought.

"I'm going to need a shower." I stood and arched my back. It hurt from being bent over so long. "Mind if I go, Dad?"

"Go ahead." He was closing up the shed. I was pretty sure my porn collection was safe from prying eyes, but I was clearly going to have to find a new hiding spot.

Dawn smiled at me as I passed, nudging me with her toe, but I ignored her. I was going to go jerk off in the shower and come all over the wall as I imagined fucking her so hard she screamed-but I wasn't going to let on.

I ran the water in the shower, stripping as I waited for it to get hot. My cock was still hard-it felt like I had been hard for hours. The thought of Dawn's exposed pussy, her teasing smile and that little "o" of her mouth, had my erection aiming skyward the minute it was free from my boxers.

I stood holding it in my hand, squeezing it, trying to appease it a little and ease the ache as I adjusted the water temperature. The hot water felt incredible and I stood there for a minute, just getting wet. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Dawn’s cunt, her thick lips and pink centre.

I washed my hair but my hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it snaked down to my cock, pumping it gently as I remembered how she looked as she fingered herself. Jesus, but she was hot. What would it feel like to fuck her, I wondered? What would it feel like to slip my prick between those fat lips and sink deep inside of her? My hand moved faster at the thought.

"David?" The knock on the door made me jump. It was Dawn! "I have to pee!"

Oh christ. We only had one washroom. "Okay," I called. She opened the door and came in. The shower curtain was pulled tight, but I heard her peeing and the sound was strangely erotic. My hand moved even faster.

"Don't flush!" I reminded her. If she did, I'd be standing under a well-needed cold shower.

"I won't." She peeked around the curtain.

"Hey!" I jumped, my hand moving immediately away from my erection.

I flicked water at her and she grinned, pulling the curtain aside and stepping in, completely nude. She looked down at my cock, which hadn't flagged in the least. I stared at her in shock, but she nuzzled up to me, sucking at the skin of my neck and pressing her sun-warmed, oily body against mine.

"You know you want to." She hooked her leg around mine and ground her cunt against me. My cock was trapped, pressed into her belly.

"My mum and dad," I whispered, groaning when her hand squeezed my cock.

"They're in the kitchen, eating." She tugged gently between my legs, rubbing the tip of me all over her oily belly. "Don't you want to have something too?"

She took my hand and pressed it over her mound. Her lips were full and swollen, hot to the touch, even under the water. She leaned against the back wall of the shower, putting her leg up and spreading her lips.

"Eat it." She showed me with her fingers. I went down on my knees like a starving man, the water of the shower hot against my back as I dove into her pussy, licking and sucking with all the lust I'd been holding in over the past few hours. I forgot about everything-I forgot my parents might catch us, I forgot how incredibly wrong it all was. The smell and feel and taste of her made me forget, and I drowned myself in her juices, licking and swallowing her like I couldn't get enough.

"Oh hell!" She rocked her hips against my mouth, her fingers tugging at her nipples. "That's it. You're so good! Lick my cunt!"

The sound of the words made me crazy and I grabbed her hips, wiggling my tongue and face against her snatch, faster and faster. She moaned, grabbing my wet hair and grinding against my face, just using my tongue now to get herself off. It was so hot I thought I might come right there-my cock was throbbing for release. That was when she started making those little Dawnie "uh-uh-uh's" and I thought I would just die.

"I'm gonna come all over your face!" She arched her back and came in my mouth, her body shaking and quivering. She nearly collapsed but I caught her, standing and holding her body against me, the water rushing around us both. She was biting and kissing my shoulder and upper arm, still gasping and shivering.

"Oooooo god…"She looked up at me with a half-smile and half-closed eyes, her wet hair turning dark. "I can't get enough of you."

"I know how you feel." I leaned in and kissed her mouth. She met my kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck and tugging at the back of my hair. She reached around me for the soap and the flannel, starting to wash me up, running her hands all over my body. It felt incredible and I watched her, seeing her eyes following her hands, over my chest, my belly, down to my cock.

She was all business between my legs, washing and scrubbing, but refusing to spend too much time. I was still unbearably hard. She made me turn around and then scrubbed my back, her little fingers slipping between the crack of my arse, making me jump.

"My turn," I said, taking the flannel from her and starting to wash her. She moaned when I rubbed the cloth over her breasts, tweaking her nipples with my fingers. I washed under them, lifting them in my hands, feeling their incredible weight.

Her belly was soft and rounded and turning brown. Her breasts were pale in comparison now, showing the triangle of her bikini lines. I washed between her legs, pinning her to the wall with my body and rubbing the flannel there, over and over, watching her eyes flutter closed, her tongue moving to touch the corner of her mouth as she rocked against my hand.

"You're beautiful," I whispered into her ear, turning her around and washing the sloping curve of her back, the rise of her hips, the sweet globes of her arse. I slid my fingers in there too, and she moaned and opened her legs when I did. That surprised me, and I touched her there for a moment, her little arsehole puckered and tight.

"I like that," she murmured over her shoulder and it made me smile.

She let me wash her hair and we both rinsed off under the water, which was beginning to turn from hot to lukewarm. I thought we'd been in here a long time-too long. I was starting to get nervous.

I turned off the water and pulled the shower curtain open, grabbing the towel and rubbing her down with it. I only had one but I used it damp on myself, drying what I could. My cock wouldn't give me a break and it pointed directly at her as she sat on the loo, smiling at me.

"Come here." She crooked her finger. I'd been hard so long it almost hurt, but her hand was like silk as she began stroking me. I groaned when she took the head into her mouth, running her tongue around and around.

"You have such a nice cock." She kissed the tip, looking up at me, her eyes, god, her eyes! When she looked at me like that, I felt like I wanted to give her anything, everything.

"I want it." She rubbed her thumb over the head, making me shudder with pleasure. "I want you to pound my pussy until I come all over your cock."

I groaned, feeling her tongue again, looking down to watch her suck me. Her eyes never left mine and they were pleading, begging me, I could feel it in every motion, every look, every breath. I pushed my hips forward, sliding myself deeper into her mouth, imagining how sweet her pussy would feel wrapped around me.

"Come on." She stood and slid herself up on the washroom counter and opening her legs. I loved looking at her like that, open and ready, her eyes full of lust. "Put it in me."

"Dawn!" I shook my head. "We can't."

"Yes." She reached out and grabbed my cock. "Yes, we can. It's easy." She slipped the head of my prick up and down her slit. She was wet and slick. She aimed me at her hole, wiggling.

"See? Just push in." She rolled her hips. I felt her pussy lips working around the head of my cock. Why did it seem like such a huge distance between this, and sliding in until I was buried inside of her? It seemed impossible.

"It feels soooo good," she encouraged. "Don't you want to know what my cunt feels like?"

I took a shuddering breath, shaking my head. "I can't."

She sighed, her mouth turning to a little pout and my heart ached. "I want your cock," she begged, and she sounded like she was in as much pain as I was feeling. "Oh god, please?"

I shook my head, closing my eyes, and I felt her hand on me again and jumped. She was stroking me against her pussy, rubbing me up and down.

"This isn't fucking." She stroked me harder now, right against her clit. I nodded, watching her pussy lips moving as she tugged on my shaft. Dawn was rolling her hips, whimpering. She looked around and then reached over, grabbing one of the candles that my mum used when she took a bath. It was thick and long.

Dawn turned it upside down, so the wick end was pointing toward me. "Fuck me." She handed it to me. I didn't hesitate this time. I slid it between her lips and up into her pussy. She moaned, arching her back and pressing against me.

"That's it." She raised her legs, putting them up over my shoulders. I looked down, watching the candle disappearing into her flesh as I pushed it in and out of her. She was biting her lip, her eyes closed.

"Oh David!" She grabbed my cock and tugged on it. She rubbed it against her clit again, stroking it there as I worked the candle in and out of her cunt.

Her little hand pumped hard and the feel of her wet lips, the hard bud of her clit, was almost too much. I thrust into her hand, moving the candle deeper into her, twisting it, loving the sweet, wet, squelching noises it made as I fucked her.

"Dawnie," I groaned, feeling my orgasm fast approaching as she squeezed and rubbed me over her wet cunt. She was panting, meeting my thrusts, and I could almost imagine being shoved up inside her, fucking her hard like this, rocking toward heaven.

"I want you to come all over me," she whispered, her voice low with lust. "Shoot it all over my cunt."

I hissed as she rammed my cock hard up against her clit, pulling and tugging fast and furious now, and I shuddered, biting my lip to keep from crying out as jets of thick, hot fluid erupted from the tip of my cock, coating her clit and slipping down her slit toward the candle I was still fucking her with.

"Uh-uh-uh!" Her voice was barely above a whisper, and I felt the candle moving by itself in my hand as she came, like her pussy was trying to suck it deeper and deeper inside of her. She lay there for a moment, her whole body quivering, and I couldn't remember ever seeing anything more beautiful in my life.

She sat up with a smile and a sigh, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me on the mouth. I heard the candle slip out of her with a little "plop" and it fell to the floor between our legs.

"David?"

We both jumped when the knock sounded and Mum's voice wafted through the door. We looked at each other with wide eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Hurry up, your dad wants a shower too," Mum said.

Dawn's hand was over her mouth, but her eyes were bright, like she was smiling under there.

"Okay, almost done!" I called. I grabbed the towel and wiped my cum off Dawn’s pussy, working it between her legs, making her squirm.

"That was close," I whispered as she hugged me.

"Not close enough," she whispered back, working her hips against mine and I groaned. I knew what she wanted, and god help me, I wanted it, too.

I couldn't seem to think about anything else, and while things were getting more and more out of hand, I still had a feeling she was going to get her way this summer, one way or another.

I just didn't think I could hold out much longer.

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