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  “Noooo!” She slid her bare foot up the inside of my calf. She’d lost her heels somewhere, I noticed, but I could feel the skirt and blouse pressed against me, her body full and warm underneath, flushed from the alcohol. “Don’t make me go.”

  “I think you’d better.” I tried to sit, but she was clinging to me too tightly.

  “I’ll scream,” she whispered into my ear, her breath hot against my neck.

  “You will not.” I edged my way out from under her.

  I heard her intake of breath and knew she really meant to do it. Panicked, I rolled onto her, finding her mouth with my hand in the dark and pressing it there, hard.

  “Button it!” I hissed, feeling her wiggling and squirming underneath me. Her skirt was riding high up and I could feel her bare thighs against mine, her skin like velvet.

  “Unbutton it,” she murmured when I moved my hand away from her mouth, her fingers working her blouse from top to bottom between us. She pulled her shirt open, sliding her breasts against my chest, back and forth. Her nipples were hard, her breath hot with alcohol against my face, her hands roaming over my back.

  “Dawn,” I whispered, and I knew she could feel my cock growing against her leg, insisting that my denial was empty. “Please, let’s just—”

  “I’ve been thinking about this all night.” Her hands slid down my arse and she ground her hips up and wrapped her legs around me. “I can’t think about anything but your prick, little brother—how big and hard you get for me and how much I want you.”

  I groaned softly against her neck, my cock finding its way between her legs somehow, pressed right up to the soft, satiny red gusset of her knickers as she rocked herself beneath me.

  “Please, David.” She was reaching her hand down between her legs, and I could feel her pulling her knickers aside, exposing her wetness.

  “No,” I whispered, feeling helpless as she worked my cock with her hand, rubbing it up and down her slick folds of flesh. “No, no, God, please, no.”

  “Oh yes!” She rubbed the head of my cock right over her clit. “Yes, yes.” Her hand slanted my cock toward the hot little target she was now aiming for, rocking her hips up, determined to put me inside of her. I gritted my teeth, pulling back and rolling to the side. She followed me, kissing me in the dark, sucking at my lips, my tongue, and I knew for certain that it was tequila she had been drinking, the taste unmistakable in her mouth.

  “Don’t you want to fuck me?” she whispered against my cheek, rolling her hips and trapping my cock between us.

  “It isn’t about want,” I gasped as she sat up on me. In the moonlight, her hair and eyes were like silver, her skin like milk, and she reached between her breasts to unhook her bra, spilling her generous flesh for my view. Then she reached for my hands, cupping them over her breasts as she slid her knickers up and down against my shaft, the dampness spreading.

  “Oh yes,” she whispered as I began to give in, kneading her flesh in my hands, thumbing her nipples. “It’s all about want, baby.” She reached between us, wrapping her hand around me and saying, “I want, I want, I want.” She punctuated each “want” with a tug on my cock that made me gasp.

  “We can’t.” I grabbed her hips and slid her up away from my cock. I could smell her cunt as I edged her up my chest and I wanted it. Just the smell of it now made me drool like some Pavlovian response. I shoved her leather skirt up higher, sliding my fingers under the elastic of her knickers and exploring her flesh. She was soaking wet.

  “You want to lick my cunt, baby brother?” I felt her hands sliding past mine, rubbing herself.

  “Stop calling me that.”

  She rubbed her wet fingers over my mouth, giving me a taste of her. I licked my lips, moaning, and then I licked hers, slipping her knickers aside and plunging my tongue into her flesh. Her sigh was a relieved “Finally!” and she moved her cunt against me, her hips rocking in my hands.

  She tasted sweet tonight, her juices coating my chin as I focused my tongue on her little clit. I could see her pulling at her nipples in the moonlight and her toes were curling against my sides. My cock was poking the sheet straight up and I rocked my hips, remembering how my sister’s cunt felt rubbing against me. I wanted to be inside of her—I could feel it like a gnawing hunger, growing more intense with every encounter.

  “Oh fuck, baby, lick my cunt!” She moaned softly and rotated her hips in my hands, forcing my tongue into little circles over her clit. Her moans kept getting louder the faster I licked, and her hands gripped the headboard, rocking it against the wall as she moved. The more turned on she got, the more she said, and while my cock was drooling at her words, my brain was screaming that if she got much louder, we were going to get nicked.

  “Dawn!” I pushed her hips back, my face soaked with her. “You have to be quiet!”

  “Ohhh, I don’t give a toss!” She pressed her hips forward again, searching for my mouth with her cunt.

  “You will when Dad comes in here and turns on the light!”

  She was wiggling in my hands, the leather skirt shifting and moving over her hips. It was hard to hold her still, and I could smell her all over me, permeating my senses—it was intoxicating, and I felt more drunk with her now than she’d been when she crawled into my room. I wanted to eat her little cunt until she came all over my face. I wanted it so much my cock was in agony with the desire.

  I said the only thing I could think of. “If you can’t be quiet, then keep your mouth busy, alright?”

  She giggled, and the sound thrilled me for some reason—the girlish little giggle of my sister as she sat on my chest and I licked at her juices coating my mouth.

  “You want me to suck you off, Davey?”

  My cock seemed to be lunging toward her voice. She was sliding out of my hands, turning herself over on me. She stood over me on the bed and slipped her knickers down, stepping out of them before straddling my head, this time facing my aching crotch.

  “Is this what you wanted?” She swiped the sheet away and wrapped her hand around my shaft. “You want me to keep my mouth busy all over this hard cock?” She began licking it, using her tongue to paint saliva all over the tip.

  I groaned, gripping her arse in my hands as her mouth worked me up and down. I still couldn’t believe how incredible it was to have a girl’s mouth wrapped around my cock. I forgot about everything the minute she started to suck me, all my attention centred on the exquisite anguish between my thighs.

  “Oh, God.” I moaned when she used her tongue around my foreskin again, tickling the sensitive skin underneath. I heard her giggle with her tongue rolling around my shaft.

  “Shhhh, David,” she whispered, teasing me, and I felt her breath over my crotch. “You have to be quiet, remember?”

  “Right,” I said, remembering with a jolt. God, it was hard to concentrate on anything with her mouth moving up and down my flesh like that.

  “Don’t want to wake Mum and Dad.” She came up on me, rolling her tongue around the tip before sinking back down again. Mum and Dad? Who are they, I wondered, shuddering and closing my eyes as I thrust up into her throat. I couldn’t help it—the heat of her mouth was irresistible—I didn’t care anymore that it was my sister’s mouth that I was fucking, that this was unquestionably wrong in so many ways. I didn’t even care about getting caught, in that moment. All I cared about was the wonderful feeling of her mouth sliding wetly up and down over my cock.

  “Hey, little brother,” she murmured around the swollen head of my shaft, wiggling her arse over me. “You’re forgetting something.”

  Oh, right. It wasn’t that I’d completely forgotten about Dawn’s wet cunt spread inches from my face in the darkness—I could smell her and still taste her in my throat.

  The thought of putting my mouth there made my cock stiffen more than I thought possible. I was just... distracted.

  Dawn “mmmm’d” around the shaft in her mouth when I began probing between her lips. It was dark and my perspective was
skewed—things were shifted and upside down. I tried to find the right direction, her swollen folds of flesh like a slick, wet labyrinth that I was trying to trace with my tongue. Dawn spread her lips open and rubbed her clit, encouraging me to find it. I followed her fingers, locating the hard little button of flesh and flicking my tongue there.

  She sighed and rolled her hips, whispering, “Faster,” against my cock head. I obliged, now that I’d found the right spot, working my tongue over and over it. I loved the way she tasted, the way she pushed down against me when she wanted it harder. It was difficult to concentrate on giving pleasure while receiving it, but if I forgot, Dawn would remind me with her hips, grinding them into my face. I would have happily licked her forever, but I wasn’t going to last that long.

  In fact, I was rather close. All her sucking and tugging, her body half-naked and writhing on me, the little sounds she was starting to make that I was beginning to associate with her being ready to come, that little “uh, uh, uh,” were all pushing me toward the brink. I could feel it swelling like some incredible tidal wave rushing toward shore.

  “Come for me!” She stroked my cock against her cheek. “Come all over my face, baby brother.” I gave a low grunt and did as she asked, pumping my hips into her hand, feeling her mouth over my cock trying to catch wave after wave of my cum with her waiting tongue.

  The knock on my door nearly propelled Dawn off me when I jumped, but I grabbed her hips just in time. My heart was in my throat, and my voice was hoarse, thank God, a little sleepy sounding in my dazed confusion when I called out, “Yes?!”

  “David?” It was my mother’s voice, right outside the door. Oh, sodding hell! We were in trouble, now. Dawn sank down flat onto me and I pulled the sheet up to my neck, all just in time, too, as my mother opened my door a crack.

  “Yeah, Mum? What time is it?” I mumbled, my heart still hammering like a race horse in my chest. She didn’t have the hall light on, and that was good, or she would have seen the shape of my sister lying on me under the sheet, I was sure. I could only see her outline, and I assumed she could only see mine.

  “Did you hear your sister come in?”

  “No.” I tried to keep my voice from shaking.

  “Sorry to wake you, sweetheart,” she said. “It’s just late, that’s all.”

  She pulled the door closed, and I heard her moving toward the loo. Dawn let out a sigh of relief, throwing the sheet off. Neither of us said a word, frozen in place until we heard the toilet flush and we listened to Mom pad back down the hall and close her bedroom door.

  “You need to go to bed.” My voice was really trembling. Even my hands were shaking. Holy fuck! The realization that my mother knocking on my door in the middle of the night could have turned out very differently just now hit me square in the chest. I could barely breathe.

  “I will,” Dawn whispered. “As soon as I come all over your face, little brother.”

  “God,” I breathed, feeling her mouth back on my limp cock, feeling it responding to her tongue in spite of the fact that I’d just come minutes before. “We really shouldn’t... Oh, fuck, Dawn!”

  “Lick me!” She positioned herself over my face again, spreading herself with her fingers. And I did—God help me, I did, my blood still pumping adrenaline-compelled ice through my veins from the interruption by our Mum. I licked and sucked her cunt harder and faster than I ever had before, no more looking for the right spot or trying to figure out what to do. I just went after her like a nutter, lapping and sucking and swallowing the whole of her cunt.

  Dawn was breathing hard, whispering, “fuck, uh, uh, uh, fuck, fuck!” as I ate her. She remembered my cock then and put it back into her mouth, sucking me with all the earnest lust that I seemed to be feeling, taking me to the hilt and gagging silently on my cock as she did and then taking some more. There was just no stopping it, no stopping us—we were doomed, and it felt like being sentenced to an eternity of ecstatic hell.

  I felt her coming, her whole body tightening and releasing with it, bucking so hard I had to hold her arse in my hands and plaster my mouth over her slit, staying glued to her as she writhed against me.

  She rolled off me, then, tumbling to the floor. I held my breath, sure that the noise would bring Mum running down the hall, but it didn’t.

  “Jesus,” Dawn whispered. “That was—”

  I could feel it, too. It felt like I was floating somewhere near the ceiling.

  “Go to bed, Dawn,” I whispered. “Before we really do get caught.” She crawled toward the door, using the handle to steady herself as she stood.

  “Goodnight, David.” She still sounded as dazed as I felt.

  “’Night.”

  She opened the door as quietly as she could. “Hey…I love you.”

  My head was too full of her, the blood beginning to return there. I didn’t know what else to say. “I love you, too.”

  When she shut the door, I turned over in bed and pulled the pillow over my head to drown it all out. I ached all over, like I’d drunk a poison that was turning my insides to acid, but my throbbing cock was stiffening again, even now, at the thought of her. This was insane.

  I rolled over and stared at the dull light of the moon on the ceiling, Everything had a silver sheen to it, like quicksilver, slippery and shifting. I closed my eyes, deciding to try to get some sleep. Maybe when I opened them again in the light of day, things would look more clear. It was all I could hope for.

  Chapter Four

  I spent the morning on the telephone ringing potential employers while Dawn moaned and groaned from the sofa that I was being too sodding loud. Mum had ripped her a new one at the breakfast table, after dragging her down in the first place. When they left for work, she crawled to the living room, probably because she couldn’t make it all the way back upstairs, and between bouts of snoring, saw fit to berate me for even existing on the same planet.

  I wasn’t having much luck, anyway, although I did manage to schedule one interview later in the week, so I took a break and got myself a glass of milk and a couple of custard cremes . Hearing my sister groaning again, I dug to the back of the fridge and found an Irn-Bru—a bright orange fizzy drink. She was lying on her back on the sofa with an arm thrown over her eyes. Her shiny, pink robe had pulled apart a little, exposing her thigh and a little bit of pubic hair.

  “Hey.” I squatted down and tried to avoid looking between her legs, remembering last night. It wasn’t easy. “I brought you some Irn-Bru. Great for hangovers.”

  She groaned but peeked out from under her arm at me. “Ta.”

  Blinking and squinting, she sat up, reaching for the drink. I opened it for her and handed it over, watching how her robe split apart even further, showing me the curve of her breasts, the roundness of her belly and thighs. I watched her swallowing, the way her throat moved, and couldn’t seem to find my breath. She handed the empty bottle back to me.

  “Ta, Davey,” she murmured. “You’re a love.” She collapsed back onto the couch, her robe gaping now, and I found myself overcome with an urge to run my hands over her. I knew she wouldn’t appreciate it, considering, and I was still fighting with my own demons. I grabbed a blanket off the back of the sofa and covered her instead.

  Smiling, she mumbled, “I’m sorry I called you a fuckwit.”

  “What else are little brothers for?” I watched her turn away from the light, pulling the blanket with her.

  I decided to give her a break from the noise and go sit out on the patio to finish looking at the paper. My sister was missing out on another perfect sun-bathing day, although there was more of a wind, and I had to struggle to keep my paper still. I sat and highlighted possibilities, but my mind wasn’t on the task at hand anymore. All the blood had been diverted from my brain.

  The sight of Dawn’s pubic hair, even just a little exposed under her robe, made me remember how she tasted in my mouth. I still couldn’t believe that the first cunt I ever tasted was my own sister’s. The thought made me
flush, with both shame and excitement. I closed my eyes, remembering the softness of her flesh against my tongue, the soft cries she made, that little “uh, uh, uh” before she came. It was like I was addicted to it, now. I couldn’t seem to think about anything else.

  I sighed, giving up on my paper and walked over to the shed, my cock leading the way. I dug my favourite porn mag, Naughty Bits, out from under the wood pile, flipping it open to the page. There she was... laying on her tummy on the bed, her legs open, her cunt exposed for me. I flipped the page, and found that it was even more thrilling to me now, imagining that it was her brother coming in to disrupt her in this picture, now that things between Dawn and I were hotting up.

  I’d thought she looked like my sister, and she did—but now I realised that her cunt was different. Dawn’s was fuller, fleshier, thicker—and even more pink. My cock was aching now, and I undid my jeans and freed it, rubbing my thumb over the tip with a shiver.

  I started wanking, my eyes on the sweet pink of her cunt. Now I knew what it felt like to touch one. I knew what it tasted like, what my fingers sounded like moving in and out of that hot, moist flesh. Now I wanted it more than ever.

  When I flipped the page, I remembered that first morning that she and I had been together. I could close my eyes and see her finger-fucking herself, her breasts trembling and shaking with the effort, her soft moans. My mind skipped forward to the first time I’d licked her, right there on the sofa she was inside asleep on, and the first time I’d felt her mouth wrapped around my cock.

  My hand, moving up and down my shaft faster now, was a poor substitute, I realised. It got me to thinking... if her mouth felt that much better—really, exponentially better—than my hand... what would her cunt feel like? I groaned, my eyes opening back up to the picture of the girl who looked so much like my sister on the glossy magazine page, flipping it again to see her exposing her cunt with both hands. What would Dawn’s cunt feel like when I slid into it?

  I caught myself with a start. When... That was the thought. Not if, but when. God, I didn’t want to admit it, but it was true—I wanted to fuck my sister. My cock was swollen and aching with my lust for her. I turned the page to my all-time favourite pic, the girl’s arse up in the air, his cum sliding down her arsehole and cunt.