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  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 someone who’s practically 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 couldn’t believe I’d admitted it. I couldn’t even believe she’d asked me. What was wrong with her? Who was she and what had she done with the Dawn I knew?

  "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 my mum and dad?"

  She was grinning now. "Oh, I don't know, that depends."

  "On what?" I sat up and turned toward her. So this was what it was all about. She was looking to get me into some sort of trouble.

  "You know your 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, frowning. "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. So if this wasn’t about getting me in trouble…what was it about then? "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 stiffened in response. "They look a lot like hers, don't they?"

  I nodded in agreement. Blimey, almost exactly like the girl in Yank! 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. If we got nicked, we’d be in big trouble, and no one knew it better than she did.

  "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 gaze 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?"

  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 like my sister. And there are rules. You remember what my mum said when you moved in?"

  It felt like a million years ago, but my mum had read us both the riot act, especially after seeing how grown-up Dawn really had become, about the rules they had in the Study Abroad program—no “relations” were allowed between occupants. “You’re to treat each other as brother and sister,” she insisted. Not that it had been that hard, really. Dawn annoyed me just like an older sister would, and she said I was worse than having a little brother, so it had worked out pretty well.

  Until now.

  Dawn 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 grabbed 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 her 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 saw 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 orgasm. 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." 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 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 her cunt! My cock jumped in response and I remembered in living, vivid colour the sight and sound and smell of her 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’d 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. 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 his ward’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. She was so much like my sister, she even called my parents Mum and Dad, and they thought of her so much as a daughter that neither of them minded. It had been weird to me at first, but I was used to it now. We all were.

  "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 table top 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!" Dawn nudged me in the side with her elbow, and I watched as her breast shifted with the movement. This was the Dawn I knew—treating me like a juvenile, constantly complaining about me to my parents.

  "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 David."

  Dawn 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’d 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 you find a job? Everyone here in this family contributes. I work. Your mother works. Even 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?"

  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 remembered 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.