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  Seeing Dawn’s writing there in the margin made me want her even more, and the girl in the picture paled in comparison. I closed my eyes and imagined my sister’s cunt instead, imagined what it would be like to slide my thick, throbbing length into her wetness. I licked my palm and slid it over my shaft, making my thumb and finger tight like the opening to her cunt. It felt great, and I made my fist tighter, like I was slipping up into the slippery sleeve of her wetness. Oh, Christ, I wanted her.

  I could hear her voice in my head, “Don’t you want to fuck me?” My cock jerked in response, my hand pumping hard, now, picturing my sister’s arse up in the air, watching my cock slide in and out of her. Would she let me come inside of her? I moaned, imagining spurting my cum deep into her cunt, and that did it. My cock began to spasm, spilling hot jets of creamy white fluid all over my hand.

  And I still couldn’t get the image of my sister out of my head, even when I was spent. I was thinking about her as I cleaned up and stashed the magazines. I was still thinking about her when I went into the house. She wasn’t sleeping on the sofa anymore, and the shower was running upstairs. I decided I was going to have to get out of the house. Maybe getting a job as soon as possible wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

  I decided on cold pizza for lunch. Dawn came down, wearing her robe, her hair wet. She smiled at me as she passed by, sorting through the cupboards, but she turned away empty handed with a sigh, opening the fridge. I chewed my pizza, washing it down with a soda, watching her rummage through, looking for something.

  “How are you feeling?” I swallowed down the last of my food.

  “Better. Ta.” She put some lettuce, tomatoes and cucumbers on the counter. “I think that Irn-Bru really works.”

  “Always does for me when I’ve gotten tanked up.” I watched her cut lettuce and put it into a bowl. She licked her fingers after cutting the tomato. Bloody hell, my cock was knocking at my zipper, and I was just watching her holding a cucumber in her hand!

  I sighed, taking my dishes to the sink and rinsing them. I felt her press in behind me, resting her cheek against my back. Her body was incredibly warm, her breasts soft against me as she slipped her arms around my waist.

  “Davey…” She rubbed against me. “You’re so good.”

  “I’m not.” I swallowed hard as she slid her hands under my shirt, moving them over the bare skin of my belly, making me shiver. “I’m really, really not.”

  “You are.” She moved her hand down over my jeans. I cringed, knowing she would find how hard I was. Part of me really wanted her to, and another part of me was embarrassed, still. Especially in the light of day. “Ohhh... yeah. Really, really good.”

  I groaned, her hand small and warm against my crotch, her breasts moving against my back as she rubbed me. She popped my button open with her other hand, unzipping my jeans. I let her. My cock wanted her, and the more she touched me, the more my head was starting to agree.

  “Turn around,” she whispered. I did, watching her pull my jeans down to my knees and kneel in front of me. She slipped my cock between her lips, looking up at me. My memory hadn’t failed me. It was ten, a hundred times better than my hand.

  I looked down at her. God, her eyes. She looked like she loved doing it, like it was the biggest turn-on in the world to have my cock sliding down her throat. That drove me wild. I grunted, thrusting deep into her mouth. She slid her nails up my thighs, grazing them over my balls. Oh, Christ, that was good! She cupped them in her hand, rolling them around. Gah! My knees felt like they were going to buckle.

  “You like that little brother?” Her hand stroked my shaft. I nodded, looking at her through half-closed eyes. She reached down and opened her robe, shrugging it off her shoulders. It fell onto the linoleum in a pink, satiny puddle, exposing her body to my eyes.

  Then she stood, pressing against me the whole way, her nipples grazing my thighs, my belly, her hand still wrapped around my cock. She stood on her tiptoes, putting her other hand behind my head and pulling my mouth to hers.

  The kiss was long and slow, and she tasted like toothpaste. My tongue tried to draw hers further in, and my hands slid over her back, down the curve of her arse. My cock was pulsing against the soft flesh of her belly and she wiggled against it, making me moan into her mouth.

  Without breaking the kiss, she took my hands and put them on her breasts. I still couldn’t get over the fact that I was tweaking my sister’s nipples, making her gasp and writhe and roll her hips. They were fat and grew fatter in my fingers as I tugged and pulled on them.

  I reached my arms down and locked them behind her arse, lifting her up until her breasts were pressed against my face. I sucked at them, first one, then the other, rolling my tongue around the thick buds.

  Dawn moaned and gripped my shoulders, her head going back. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I held her there, now sucking her nipple hard, drawing it deep into my mouth.

  She got heavy after a minute, so I turned toward the counter, propping her up on the edge. This freed my hands, and one went to the breast that my mouth wasn’t covering, while the other quickly found its way between her open legs.

  She groaned when I parted her lips with my fingers. She was soaking wet! My cock was pointed straight up, as if aiming for her. The thought kept returning, as hard as I tried to push it away. I wanted to get inside her.

  “Put your fingers in me,” she panted. I searched through the wet folds of flesh, looking for her centre. I wasn’t fast enough, and Dawn guided me, showing me her opening. I slowly sank a finger into her. She was so smooth inside that it was actually shocking to me. How could anything be that soft?

  “Two fingers.” She rocked against my hand.

  I slid another one in, moving my fingers at an easy pace, in and out of her cunt. It made a deliciously sloppy wet sound that had my cock swelling, like it was stretching higher, eager to do its part. The thought of making those sounds with my cock inside of her was too much. My head was just getting in the way, now, my thoughts racing, and I wanted to turn it off and let my body take over.

  “Put three in.” She leaned back on her elbows, putting her feet up in the counter and opening her knees. I could look down now and watch my fingers slipping in and out of her.

  “More?” I watched my two fingers stretching her flesh. I pulled them out for a moment, her juices thick, clinging to my fingers in clear strands.

  “Unless you want to put your cock in me?”

  I met her eyes, and then looked down at her cunt again. Open, wet, waiting. All I had to do was slide inside. She wanted me to fuck her, I wanted to fuck her. Why wasn’t I fucking her, then?

  “Come on.” She slid her arse to the edge of the counter and opening her lips with her fingers. “Put that hard cock in me. You know you want to.”

  Fuck yes, I wanted to! My cock most definitely wanted to be buried balls-deep inside of her—it was the voice in my head that was the problem. This was my sister! If we crossed that line, there was just no going back. Somehow I could rationalize everything up to that point, like some virgin girl who thought oral or anal sex wasn’t “real sex.” It was strange, but true.

  “God, I have to have your cock!” She moaned, slipping two of her own fingers inside. “Please, Davey. Fuck me. Put it in me.”

  “Oh hell!” I groaned, taking my cock in my hand and aiming it for her. Her eyes were bright, and she grabbed me, sliding me up and down her wet slit. Oh Christ, that didn’t just feel good—that was fucking incredible! She worked me up over her clit and back down, her eyes half-closed, her breath coming fast.

  “You gonna fuck me, little brother?” She slipped the tip of my cock down toward her hole. I winced, grabbing her hips and pushing her back a little on the counter.

  “Dawn, we can’t.” I gritted my teeth. My cock was wet with her juices and longing for more of her warmth.

  “Oh, hell!” She swore, rolling her eyes and leaning back on her elbows. “Are you serious?”

  I clos
ed my eyes. I was off my trolley. I had to be. I had a willing, waiting, wet cunt in front of me, and I was saying no? I was definitely off my head. But my head was the problem. It kept screaming, “This is your sister!”

  “You can’t leave me like this,” she pleaded. “David, I have to have your cock. Please!”

  “I’ll lick you,” I said, a peace offering.

  She sighed. “Noooo... Oh my God, I want you so much...”

  I groaned, leaning over her and pressing my face against the flesh of her belly. She smelled clean, like soap. “Dawnie, I can’t. I just can’t.” I looked up, pleading with my eyes. “You’re my sister.”

  She frowned for a moment, and then her eyes left mine, moving over the counter beside her. She smiled, getting that mischievous Dawnie look in her eye again. I watched as she picked up the cucumber that she had put on the counter to cut up for her salad.

  “Here.” She handed it to me, grinning. “Then you can fuck me with this.”

  My eyes widened, but I took it. “With this?”

  “If I can’t have you, then this will have to do.” She nodded, opening her legs wide.

  I hesitated. It was far larger than my cock, thicker through the middle for sure. Could she take this inside of her? How? I found myself curious to see.

  “Come on.” She spread her lips open, showing me her cunt. “I want to be fucked.”

  There was no way! That tiny little hole, and she wanted me to slide this huge cucumber in there?

  I pressed the tip to her flesh, and she shivered. “Cold,” she murmured. “Go on.” Further, another inch. I watched her lips spreading over it, taking it in. “Deeper. Come on, David.”

  I slid it steadily into her, watching in awe as her pink, wet flesh stretched as she took it into her, inch by inch.

  When it was about halfway in, she squirmed. “No further than that...okay?” I nodded, my breath coming fast.

  “Lick me.”

  I leaned in toward her, nosing her clit, finding it with my tongue. She moaned, wiggling and ran a hand through my hair, guiding my head. “Yessssss, right there.”

  I licked at her, holding the cucumber, buried halfway in. She started rocking against me, whimpering. Her cunt tasted clean and sweet, and I swallowed her, wanting more.

  “Now, fuck me!” She rolled her hips. I started moving the cucumber out of her and then back in, slow and easy, keeping my mouth fastened against her, my tongue teasing her clit.

  “Faster,” she begged, and I obeyed, moving it in and out of her more rapidly, the thick length of the vegetable opening her wide. “Oooohhh, yes, harder!”

  I was shoving it in her now, my tongue making circles around and around her clit, catching a rhythm. She was fucking back, lifting her hips, rolling them, and I struggled to keep my tongue moving where I knew she wanted it.

  “Ooooo! You fuck me so good!” she moaned. “Harder!”

  So I did, as hard as I could, looking up at her, propped on her elbows and watching me fuck her with the cucumber, my tongue licking fast at her clit.

  She looked at me through half-closed eyes and whispered, “Don’t you wish it was your cock, baby brother?”

  I groaned against her flesh at the cruel words, twisting the cucumber in her cunt and making her gasp. She seemed to like that, so I continued to twist it as I fucked her, back and forth, in and out.

  “Ohhhh God, I wish it was you.” She looked down at me. “I wish it was your big, hard cock fucking me like that.”

  Oh hell. Me, too, I thought, plunging it deeper still, ignoring what she’d said earlier about “no further.” She didn’t seem to care, she was breathing fast, and bucking against me, taking more and more of the dark green shaft into her cunt. I worked it hard and fast inside of her, my face coated in her juices, my cock a steel rod throbbing for release.

  She started to make that sweet, telltale noise, “uh, uh, uh,” and I moaned against her flesh, fucking her a little harder, licking faster still.

  “Ohhhh you’re so good, little brother,” she whispered. “So fucking goooooood!” She gasped and shuddered and grabbed my hair, pushing her hips up to meet me and shoving my mouth against her so hard that I couldn’t breathe, and I didn’t care. She was flooding my face with her sweetness, her cunt spasming around the cucumber again and again.

  She collapsed on the counter, moaning still, and I looked down at the vegetable still half-submerged inside of her, slick and wet. I slid it out, slow, and she moaned, as if she didn’t want to let it go. She breathed a sigh, reaching for me, and I helped her sit.

  Smiling, she took the cucumber from me, licking at the tip, tasting herself on it.

  “Want to see something?” There was that Dawnie look, so mischievous. I nodded, grabbing my cock as I watched her. It was begging for attention, I just couldn’t help stroking it a little as her tongue ran over the phallic vegetable, licking it just like I remembered her licking my cock.

  I groaned when she took it into her mouth, watching her lips stretch over the impossible girth of the thing, taking more and more, and more still! She worked it in, gagging a little, and that made my hand move even faster over my shaft, until it was two thirds of the way into her mouth. I stared, fascinated, and then she took it out, slow, meeting my eyes.

  “Neat trick, huh?”

  “Show me again,” I said, my voice hoarse, squeezing the tip of my cock until it was red bordering on purple.

  “I’m guessing you don’t mean on this.” She smiled, setting the cucumber on the counter, and sliding off it. “Come here.”

  She led me over to one of the kitchen chairs, sitting me down in it and pulling my jeans and boxers off. I leaned back a little, watching her. God, she was beautiful—I couldn’t stop looking at her, the way her breasts swayed gently as she settled herself between my legs, the soft swell of her belly and thighs, the sweet way she tucked her hair behind her ears before she leaned in to give her full attention to my cock.

  I knew I wasn’t going to last long, but I wanted it to. I wanted to sit in this chair and watch her forever. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, letting her do this, and yet I had never wanted anything more.

  “You want me to suck your cock, baby brother?” She ran her hands up my thighs. I just nodded. “Then say it.”

  “I want you to suck my cock,” I gasped, watching as she kissed the tip, teasing it and flicking it with her tongue.

  “’I want you to suck my cock... big sister,’” she whispered, then licked up the throbbing vein underneath my shaft, from base to tip. “Say it.”

  I groaned, wiggling in the chair. She was killing me. “Dawn, please.”

  “Say it.” She sat back, putting her hands on her knees, waiting. She licked her lips, staring at my cock, and then met my eyes and smiled. “Tell your big sister you want her to suck you until you come.”

  The words were caught in my throat. Saying them out loud felt like an admission. I struggled, watching as she rubbed her hands over her breasts. “Don’t you want to come all over my tits, little brother?”

  “Please!” Oh, hell! I felt like I was going to burst if I didn’t have her. I swallowed hard. “Please, big sister... suck my cock.”

  She grinned, leaning into me and taking my shaft in her hand. “See?” She licked all around the tip. I groaned. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

  I shook my head, watching my shaft disappearing into her mouth. I tried to keep my eyes open, so I could remember every delicious moment, but it was difficult. Every time her mouth sank down on me, my eyes wanted to roll back into my head. She was all mouth, up and down my shaft, taking me deep, moving agonizingly slow, like she wanted to make it last, too.

  My hands moved to her hair, still damp from the shower, guiding her head. I couldn’t help pressing her down a little. God, I loved the sound of her gagging on it! She curled her tongue underneath my shaft as she slid her mouth down, and then rolled it slowly around the tip as she came up. My legs were shaking, and I was trying hard not to
come. I didn’t want it to end.

  “I want your cum.” She kissed all around the tip, her eyes never leaving mine. “Tell me when you’re close. I want you to shoot it all over my tits.”

  I groaned, grabbing her hair and shoving her back down on my cock. She squealed a little, and then went fast to work, using her mouth to squeeze and suck me until I thought I was going to die. I could feel my balls tightening and I bucked hard against her, deep into her throat. I was torn, wanting to shoot my cum into her mouth, and wanting to see it splashed all over my sister’s gorgeous tits.

  “Dawn,” I warned, the sensation beginning to edge toward the peak. She worked even harder, then, moaning and sucking and twisting her mouth over my shaft. Oh fuck, that was too much, I couldn’t hold it any more. I started to come, shooting the first blast into her mouth, and she swallowed it, looking up at me.

  She grabbed me, pointing me toward her chest, and I thrust into her pumping hand, growling and moaning, shooting hot streams of cum onto her waiting tits. She moaned, too, rubbing my cock through the wetness, spreading my cum over her nipples. She continued to stroke me, milking me, squeezing every drop out.

  “God,” I groaned, throwing my head back. “We are so bad.”

  “Good!” She kissed the tip of my softening cock. I looked down at her, covered in my cum—and I thought she couldn’t look any more beautiful before? Boy, I was wrong. I’d never seen anything more beautiful than she was in that moment.

  “I think I’m gonna need another shower.” She smiled, standing up and walking over to retrieve her robe. I watched her put it on, pulling her hair out from underneath it, a sweet, feminine gesture. I pulled my boxers and jeans back up, tucking and buttoning and zipping quickly. For some reason, I didn’t want her to see me, now.

  “I gotta make phone calls.” I had forgotten that I left my paper outside. When I went out to get it, it had blown all over the yard, and I spent ten minutes picking it all back up again.