“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.
When I went back into the house, I could hear Dawn up in her room, playing the radio. She was singing. I stood for a long time at the bottom of the stairs, cooling my hot forehead against the wall. Instead of going up, I slipped on my shoes and went outside for a walk.
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“Steak and kidney pie again?!” Dawn complained, slipping into the chair next to me.
“You’re home all day this week.” Mum gave her a quelling look. “You can always cook, if you want something different.”
“I like pie.” I spooned some onto my plate. Mum smiled at me, but Dawn stuck out her tongue and pinched my leg.
“Your Mum has the best pie.” Dad winked over at her. She blushed, and I glanced over at my sister, as if to say, ‘Did I hear that right?’
“Ew!” Dawn reached for the salad. “Get a room.”
“We have one.” My father poured himself some milk. “It’s upstairs. I pay for it. Speaking of which-how’s the job hunting, David?”
Inwardly, I groaned, but mumbled, “Fine,” and shovelled some potatoes into my mouth.
“Salad, David?” Mum handed me the bowl when Dawn was done. I reached for it, and then I saw them. Cucumbers. Panicked, I looked at my sister. It couldn’t possibly be?!
She grinned at me and bit into one, crunching noisily. “These are the best cucumbers, Mum.”
“They’ve had such good ones at the market, lately,” Mum said, and I watched, horrified, as she tasted one. “Nice and big.”
“Mmmm!” Dawn grinned, nudging me under the table. “I know!”
Chapter Five
“David!” Oh bugger. Mum again. I buried my head under my pillow and pretended for the third time that I hadn’t heard her. Couldn’t a bloke sleep in on a Saturday?
I used to live for the weekends. Now they had turned into endless days of chores that Mum found needed doing around the house, and of course Dad seemed to be in agreement- he said I needed to keep busy, since I wasn’t at school anymore.
“David!” Oh hell. It was Dad this time. She had called in the big guns. I threw the pillow off my head and grabbed a pair of jeans from next to my bed, tugging them on. He opened my door without knocking just as I was pulling on a t-shirt. “Oh, good, glad you’re up.”
“Yeah.” I sighed, running a hand through my hair and waiting. I knew it was coming.
“I’ve got to fix your mother’s planters,” Dad said. “Get some breakfast and come out back to help me, would you?”
“Okay.” I gave him a little salute as he shut the door. Damn. Doing chores for Mum was better than spending the day handing tools over to Dad-listening to him swear at whatever piece or part wouldn’t fit into the correct spot and then taking it out on me just because I handed him the wrong spanner or whatever.
All that meant that when I stormed into the kitchen, I was in a fairly black mood. Mum was washing up the breakfast dishes, and I grabbed a bowl and a box of Frosties, standing at the window and shoveling in bites while I watched Dad pulling Mum’s planters out. Dawn was lying in the sunlounger watching him, wearing her white bikini and soaking up the near-afternoon sun.
“So what’s wrong with the ones you have?” I asked through a mouth full, glancing over at Mum. “They look fine to me.”
“They’re rotting in the back.” She reached over me for a tea towel. “Your father said he didn’t use the treated wood, but he’s got some in the shed he’s going to replace it with.”
I stared at her for a moment, milk dribbling down my chin as I turned back to look out the window. Dad was heading for the shed, now-to get the wood for the planter, I assumed. The very wood that my porn collection was hidden under! Fuck! I threw my bowl in the sink, still half-full, and bolted for the back door.
“David!” Mum called after me, sounding disgusted. “You didn’t even finish-”
I didn’t hear the rest. I burst out of the door in my bare feet, jumping down the steps and landing in front of Dad just as he was about to open the shed door. He took a step back when I barrelled out in front of him, and stood staring at me with his mouth open.
“Hey!” I slapped him on the shoulder. “Here I am! Reporting for duty! What can I do? Can I get something for you out of the shed?”
Dawn sat half-up, lowering her sunglasses to look at us. I glanced over his shoulder at her, pleading her with my eyes.
“Actually, you can go down to the basement and get my toolbox.” Dad moved to step around me. I matched his movement, still blocking the way.
“That wood is kind of heavy, Dad.” I looked over at Dawn for some help. “Let me carry it for you. Dawn can go get your tool box.”
“I will not!” She snorted, leaning back and sliding her sunglasses up.
“Come on, David.” Dad stepped around me and grabbed the shed door. “Go on and get my toolbox.”
I widened my eyes at Dawn and she shrugged but was silently laughing. Some help she was! I bounded up the back steps, pulling open the door and running through the kitchen, nearly knocking Mum over on my way toward the basement.
“David!” she cried, sounding exasperated, but I didn’t stop. I flew down the stairs and turned the corner toward Dad’s work room. His toolbox was under the work bench, and I leaned under to grab it, hitting my head on the table as I came up.
“Fuck!” I swore, rubbing my head as I lugged the toolbox back up the stairs, slowed down now by the weight.
“Everything alright?” Mum asked as she opened the back door for me.
“Ta,” I panted, answering cryptically: “I’ll know in a minute.”
Dawn sat up again as I came back out, still wearing a crooked smile. Dad was still in the shed. I set the toolbox down and peered inside the shed door. He was fishing through the boards, whistling something. It didn’t sound or look like he’d found anything-yet. I let out a sigh of relief.
“Hey, Dad,” I called in. “I have your toolbox. Want me to carry any of that?”
Dad looked up from where he was kneeling. From the angle I was watching from, I could actually see the corner of one of my porn mags resting under the boards just on the other side of his knee. The sight of it so close to discovery made me feel dizzy and ill.
“You’re awfully helpful today.” Dad stood and brushed his hands off. “Here, take these four outside.” He pointed to the boards he had laid aside. I grabbed them and propped them over my shoulder, carrying them out of the shed.