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  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 Dawn’s sweet, pink cunt.

  I crept downstairs when I got hungry. A fizzy pop and a packet 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 it 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."

  Oh, holy hell. My cock was raging in my pants now, and I felt like I was in some sort of a trance, listening to her, watching her. The thought of my cock in her mouth was making me loopy, and the thought she might gag a little on it? Christ! I shook my head as if to clear it, standing up.

  "I need to look for a job." I wasn't sure if I was reminding her or myself. I made it all the way to the living room before she caught up with me. She didn't have the lolly anymore, but her mouth was pink and sticky with it as she smiled up at me.

  "You don't need to look anymore." She pressed herself against me. I could feel her sun-warmed skin, like she was a little running heater.

  "What?" I wasn't thinking clearly at all. She ran her hand up the inside leg of my jeans to my crotch, cupping and rubbing her hand there. I gritted my teeth, willing myself not to respond. I was already as hard as a rock.

  "You don't need to look for a job." She sank to her knees in front of me. Oh. God. Dawn on her knees, looking up at me while she unzipped my pants, was just too much. "I'm going to give you one."

  She freed my cock, and I leaned back against the wall to have something to hold me up. Her pink tongue was licking her lips, wetting them, as she began to stroke me.

  "Dawn, no!"

  "A nice, long blowjob." She kissed the tip. "Isn't that what you really want?"

  Once her mouth opened and took me in, I was lost. There was no more internal argument that we couldn’t, we shouldn’t, that she was like my sister, that there were rules, that my parents would go ballistic. Who could think with their cock in a girl’s mouth anyway? I had never felt anything so incredible in my life! Her mouth was actually still cold but soon warmed up as she showed me with her lips and tongue just exactly what she had done outside to the lolly. I had imagined what it would be like to feel a girl's mouth on my cock, but my imagination hadn't gone nearly far enough.

  Her tongue painted liquid velvet strokes all over the tip, using her hand to hold the skin down tight. She bobbed her head on it then, taking more and more with every motion, working her way down to the base. Her mouth was like a tight, wet core of heat all around me and she never took her eyes off mine as she sucked, deeper and deeper.

  I watched as I disappeared into her mouth until—for fuck's sake! She was gagging—she was gagging on my cock! Her head moved faster and faster still, in spite of her discomfort. I felt my knees go weak and they started to buckle. Dawn stopped then, her mouth gone from pink to red now.

  "Let's get more comfy." She tugged at my cock as she stood. She used it as a leash, leading me with her as she moved to the sofa. I watched her hips sway, the way the bikini bottoms hugged her and rode up a little. She pushed me down and pulled my jeans the rest of the way off, and then my boxers too. She knelt between my legs, batting at my cock with her fingertips, her nails grazing the shaft lightly.

  "How do you like it so far?" Her mouth was inches from the tip. I could feel her breath, could even smell it—the cherry pink lolly. I wondered if she still tasted like it and found myself wanting to kiss her. That seemed so much more wrong than anything we'd done somehow.

  "Dawn…" I reached out to touch her hair, tucking it behind her ear.

  "Don't say no." She shook her head and smiled, moving her mouth back over me now, covering me and taking me in. I groaned, moving my hips with her. I couldn't help it.

  "Oh, hell," I moaned. "We’re not supposed to…This is so wrong!" Her mouth was heaven, slick, hot heaven up and down on me, her fingernails grazing my balls now.

  She came up for air, still stroking me. "That's why it feels so good," she whispered, her eyes on mine. She was right and I knew it. Aside from the physical sensation, which was unbelievable, it was also the fact that Dawn was like my sister, and that we were both round the twist to even be thinking about this, let alone actually doing it on my parents' sofa.

  She went back to work on me, and I could feel my pent-up lust for her ready to explode. I reached my hand down, tentative at first, feeling her breast through her bikini top. She smiled around my cock, still working it in and out of her mouth, and she didn't miss a beat as she reached around and undid her top, exposing her flesh to me. Oh my god, she was incredible.

  I rolled her nipples in my fingers as she sucked me and that made her move up and down faster, moaning around my cock, sending vi
brations down my shaft. Her tits swayed as she moved, brushing up against my thighs. I put my hand on the top of her head, pressing her down a little until she gagged. I groaned and she smiled again around my shaft, still not letting up. I wasn't going to last much longer and I think she knew it.

  That's when she stopped, using her tongue to roll around tip, slipping under my foreskin to reach the sensitive flesh underneath, making me buck and groan against her. She stood then, slipping her bikini bottoms down and untying her bikini top, letting them both drop to the floor. Then she spread her pussy lips open, moving between my legs so I could see her.

  "Do you want to touch me?" She put one foot up on my thigh so her lips were slightly open. I nodded, reaching my hand out and brushing it over the soft skin of her vulva, stroking in the direction of her trimmed bush, all the hairs seeming to direct my fingers between her lips. I spread her with one hand, using my thumb and forefinger, peering into the pink. The closest I'd come to a cunt was a brief feel down Sara Bailey's knickers in a dark bedroom at some party, just enough to feel hair and wetness before she pushed me away.

  Dawn was wide open to me, in full daylight, and I took my time exploring her, running my fingers through the soft folds of flesh, parting them, watching them glisten. She moaned when my fingers brushed her clit and I stopped there, pulling the hood back so I could see it, just a tiny little thing. It amazed me that something so small could give her such pleasure, but it was clear it did from the way she rocked her hips and her nostrils flared and her head went back when I rubbed it.

  "I want you to lick it." Dawn ran a hand through my hair. I looked up at her, surprised. She smiled and nudged me aside, lying down on the sofa and putting one foot up on the back and dangling the other towards the floor. I knelt down and stretched out between her legs, breathing in the smell of her. I hesitated—I didn't know what to do.

  "Here." She looked down, opening herself with her fingers and pointing to her clit, stroking it with her fingernail as I watched. "Right here. Put your tongue—"

  I didn't need a second invitation. I edged her fingers out of the way, rubbing my tongue over the little button, back and forth. She tasted tangy, strong, and I could smell her sweat from lying out in the sun all morning.

  She gasped, rolling her hips a little as my tongue mashed against her, lapping and licking and swallowing the taste of her. It stayed in my throat, thick and rich. I watched her belly quiver, her breasts heaving, her breath coming faster as I moved my face between her thighs, my tongue exploring the sweet ridges and folds.

  "Put your fingers in me." She bucked her hips. I slipped a finger down, between her slit, searching for that dark little entrance I'd seen yesterday.

  Dawn squealed, her eyes flying open. "Higher." She reached her hand down and found mine, leading my fingers upward. I flushed, realizing I must have been pressing against her anus. She moved against me and I felt the soft, smooth walls inside of her. She started to rock, encouraging me to move my fingers in and out.

  "Lick." She pointed to her clit. I did, my tongue moving over her flesh. She moaned, still moving her hips, and I pressed my fingers in her, trying to catch a rhythm between my lapping tongue and my plunging fingers. It felt a little like trying to walk and chew gum at the same time at first, but I got the hang of it. I knew for sure that I did when she hissed and grabbed at my hair, smashing my face between her legs.

  "Oh, god," she moaned, and I felt the muscles in her fanny tightening. I licked faster, looking up and seeing her pinching and pulling on her nipples. My cock was dripping pre-cum now, throbbing against the sofa, and I knew there would probably be a stain there, but I didn't care. She tasted so good, and the way she moved and sounded and felt was almost enough to make me come myself.

  "Oh fuck, David!" she cried, breathless, shaking. "Oooooo make me come!"

  I grunted, moving my whole head as I licked her, plunging my fingers deep. She strained against me, rolling back and forth, making those same little noises she had yesterday, that little, "uh, uh, uh" until she stiffened and shuddered under me. I felt the muscles inside fluttering against my fingers when she came, her cunt wetter than ever now.

  She reached for me as I sat up, grabbing onto my shirt and pulling me on top of her. My cock was pressed against her cunt, all wet and slippery, and I groaned. She kissed me, plunging her tongue deep into my mouth, exploring the insides of my cheeks, licking my teeth, her hands running up under my shirt and squeezing my nipples, making me jump.

  "Dammit, Dawn," I murmured against her mouth, feeling her hand working my cock between her legs, aiming me. I moaned. "Ohhh fuck, no, we can't do this."

  "We are doing this," she insisted. "I want to feel you inside me."

  "Noooo," I groaned, sitting up and leaning back on the sofa, my eyes closed, panting. "Dawn, I can't. I just can't. You're…you’re like my sister!"

  She crawled across the sofa towards me on her hands and knees, her tits swaying prettily, licking her lips, pretending like she hadn’t heard my protest. "God, I love the taste of my cunt, don't you?"

  I wiped my mouth with my hand, still wet with her juices. I could taste her, smell her, and my cock was a throbbing, weeping pulse between my legs, standing straight up and defying my better judgment. She stretched out next to me, reaching her hand out to stroke me. It was a lazy, easy motion, but I was beyond any edge I had ever known—I was that close.

  “Dawn, we’re not allowed…you know we’re not…”

  "Did you like licking my cunt?" She tilted her head up to look at me. Again, she just ignored my protest like I’d never said a word. It was driving me crackers, forcing me to try to choose between my lust and my conviction. I couldn't forget for a moment that I was supposed to treat this girl like she was my sister—but she was on me now all the time and wouldn't let me even pretend we were related. And I was beginning to realise that it didn't matter, because lust was winning—it was kicking conviction's arse.

  "Fuck, Dawn." I watched her hand on my shaft. Her arse was rising up, her feet swinging behind her. She was beautiful and I wanted her. God help me, but I wanted her. "You still taste so good in my mouth. I could lick your cunt forever."

  "I might take you up on that." She grinned. "But first, I think you have an itch you need scratched." She grazed her fingernails over the head of my cock, tickling the frenulum. I groaned. She moved in, pressing her breasts against my thigh and taking my cock fully into her mouth.

  When she came up on me, she pressed herself up with her arms and kissed me for a minute, the words husky and thick in her throat, "I'm going to suck you until you come in my mouth and I'm going to swallow every last drop. Are you ready?"

  "Yes!" I pressed her head down to my lap, giving in. "Oh, God, Dawnie, suck me off."

  She settled back down into my lap, nuzzling and nosing my cock, murmuring sweetness around it as she began to suck, holding the skin down tight with her fingers at the base and using just her mouth and throat, up and down the shaft. I knew it wouldn't take long and so did she, her tongue wrapped around, her hand cupping my balls as she worked, determined.

  Her arse rose up in the air and I watched her tits moving as she swayed, reaching my hand out to cup one, pulling at the nipple. She moaned, moving faster, and I liked that, so I squeezed and kneaded her flesh some more. I was trying hard to hold back, wanting it to go on forever, watching her head bobbing up and down in my lap, seeing her sweet, rounded arse moving like she was fucking some invisible cock back there.

  It was that thought—and more, the thought of my own cock sliding into that smooth, velvet pink hole—that sent me over. I growled, thrusting into her throat, and I heard her gag a little and that made it even better, my cum shooting in shuddering waves into her mouth. She made little noises and I heard her swallowing, swallowing, saw her throat working, eyes wide, mouth stretched over my cock.

  "Ohhhhh god!" I bucked with the last of it, my hand in her hair, pulling her back, my cock just sensitive, throbbing heat between my legs
now. Dawn sat up, leaning back against the arm of the sofa, licking her lips.

  "Mmmmm, I love your cock." She nudged me with her bare foot. I looked down at it, slumping now, spent. Conviction was winning again and I glanced over at her, shaking my head.

  "Quit it." I stood up and reached for my jeans and boxers.

  "Blimey!" She stood and gathered up her bikini. "You know you were aching for it! Now you're all high and mighty? Knob off!"

  She stormed up the stairs and I heard her slam her bedroom door. I stood there, holding my jeans in my hand and looking at the couch. I was right, there was a stain on the side that I was going to have to clean up before Mum saw, or we'd get nicked.

  Oh, hell. I knew Dawn was right. I was off my damned head, but I wanted exactly what she had given me—and more. So very much more.

  Chapter Three

  First there was the trouser suit—white with blue trim. Awful looking thing, but her arse looked great in it, I had to admit. Then there was the jeans and jumper combination. I liked how tight the jumper was across her breasts, how her jeans moulded over her flesh. That was my favourite until the red leather skirt and white blouse sailed by my bedroom door, the perfect combination of low cut, hip-hugging, and up-the-thigh-riding perfection.

  I was lying on my bed, pretending to read while watching Dawn move back and forth between her room and the washroom. Every time she passed, she was wearing something different. Once in a while, she would pause in my doorway and ask, "This one?" Most of the time, she wouldn't even stop to listen to my response.

  "I like that one!" I called, hearing her in the washroom again. She came around the corner and I saw she was wearing red high heels with it too. Hot. Definitely hot.

  "This one? Are you sure?" She turned slightly, showing me her behind.