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