“Ta, for all your help, David,” Dad said as I was pounding in the last nail on my side and he was putting tools away in the toolbox.
“Nothing like two big, strong, sweaty men working on a project.” Dawn shaded her eyes as she looked over at us. She was grinning.
“Cheeky.” Dad smiled fondly at her. Jesus. If he had any idea! My mouth went dry at the thought.
“I’m going to need a shower.” I stood and arched my back. It hurt from being bent over so long. “Mind if I go, Dad?”
“Go ahead.” He was closing up the shed. I was pretty sure my porn collection was safe from prying eyes, but I was clearly going to have to find a new hiding spot.
Dawn smiled at me as I passed, nudging me with her toe, but I ignored her. I was going to go jerk off in the shower and come all over the wall as I imagined fucking her so hard she screamed-but I wasn’t going to let on.
I ran the water in the shower, stripping as I waited for it to get hot. My cock was still hard-it felt like I had been hard for hours. The thought of Dawn’s exposed pussy, her teasing smile and that little “o” of her mouth, had my erection aiming skyward the minute it was free from my boxers.
I stood holding it in my hand, squeezing it, trying to appease it a little and ease the ache as I adjusted the water temperature. The hot water felt incredible and I stood there for a minute, just getting wet. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see my sister’s cunt, her thick lips and pink centre.
I washed my hair, but my hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it snaked down to my cock, pumping it gently as I remembered how she looked as she fingered herself. Jesus, but she was hot. What would it feel like to fuck her, I wondered? What would it feel like to slip my prick between those fat lips and sink deep inside of her? My hand moved faster at the thought.
“David?” The knock on the door made me jump. It was Dawn! “I have to pee!”
Oh Christ. We only had one washroom. “Okay,” I called. She opened the door and came in. The shower curtain was pulled tight, but I could hear her peeing, and the sound was strangely erotic. My hand moved even faster.
“Don’t flush!” I reminded her. If she did, I’d be standing under a well-needed cold shower.
“I won’t.” She peeked around the curtain.
“Hey!” I jumped, my hand moving immediately away from my erection.
I flicked water at her and she grinned, pulling the curtain aside and stepping in, completely nude. She looked down at my cock, which hadn’t flagged in the least. I stared at her in shock, but she nuzzled up to me, sucking at the skin of my neck and pressing her sun-warmed, oily body against mine.
“You know you want to.” She hooked her leg around mine and ground her cunt against me. My cock was trapped, pressed into her belly.
“Mum and Dad,” I whispered, groaning when her hand squeezed my cock.
“They’re in the kitchen, eating.” She tugged gently between my legs, rubbing the tip of me all over her oily belly. “Don’t you want to have something, too?”
She took my hand and pressed it over her mound. Her lips were full and swollen, hot to the touch, even under the water. She leaned against the back wall of the shower, putting her leg up and spreading her lips.
“Eat it.” She showed me with her fingers. I went down on my knees like a starving man, the water of the shower hot against my back as I dove into her pussy, licking and sucking with all the lust I’d been holding in over the past few hours. I forgot about everything-I forgot she was my sister, I forgot my parents might catch us, I forgot how incredibly wrong it all was. The smell and feel and taste of her made me forget, and I drowned myself in her juices, licking and swallowing her like I couldn’t get enough.
“Oh hell!” She rocked her hips against my mouth, her fingers tugging at her nipples. “That’s it. You’re so good, baby brother. Lick my cunt!”
The sound of the words made me crazy, and I grabbed her hips, wiggling my tongue and face against her snatch, faster and faster. She moaned, grabbing my wet hair and grinding against my face, just using my tongue now to get herself off. It was so hot that I thought I might come right there-my cock was throbbing for release. That was when she started making those little Dawnie “uh-uh-uh’s” and I thought I would just die.
“I’m gonna come all over your face!” She arched her back and came in my mouth, her body shaking and quivering. She nearly collapsed, but I caught her, standing and holding her body against me, the water rushing around us both. She was biting and kissing my shoulder and upper arm, still gasping and shivering.
“Oooooo God…”She looked up at me, with a half-smile and half-closed eyes, her wet hair turning dark. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“I know how you feel.” I leaned in and kissed her mouth. She met my kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck and tugging at the back of my hair. She reached around me for the soap and the flannel, starting to wash me up, running her hands all over my body. It felt incredible, and I watched her, seeing her eyes following her hands, over my chest, my belly, down to my cock.
She was all business between my legs, washing and scrubbing, but refusing to spend too much time. I was still hard as hard as a rock. She made me turn around and then she scrubbed my back, her little fingers slipping between the crack of my arse, making me jump.
“My turn,” I said, taking the flannel from her and starting to wash her. She moaned when I rubbed the cloth over her breasts, tweaking her nipples with my fingers. I washed under them, lifting them in my hands, feeling their incredible weight.
Her belly was soft and rounded, and turning brown. Her breasts were pale in comparison now, showing the triangle of her bikini lines. I washed between her legs, pinning her to the wall with my body and rubbing the flannel there, over and over, watching her eyes flutter closed, her tongue moving to touch the corner of her mouth as she rocked against my hand.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered into her ear, turning her around and washing the sloping curve of her back, the rise of her hips, the sweet globes of her arse. I slid my fingers in there, too, and she moaned and opened her legs when I did. That surprised me, and I touched her there for a moment, her little arsehole puckered and tight.
“I like that,” she murmured over her shoulder, and it made me smile.
She let me wash her hair, and we both rinsed off under the water, which was beginning to turn from hot to lukewarm. I thought we’d been in here a long time-too long. I was starting to get nervous.
I turned off the water and pulled the shower curtain open, grabbing the towel, and rubbing her down with it. I only had one, but I used it damp on myself, drying what I could. My cock wouldn’t give me a break, and it was pointing directly at her as she sat on the loo, smiling at me.
“Come here.” She crooked her finger. I’d been hard so long it almost hurt, but her hand was like silk as she began stroking me. I groaned when she took the head into her mouth, running her tongue around and around.
“You have such a nice cock.” She kissed the tip, looking up at me, her eyes, God, her eyes! When she looked at me like that, I felt like I wanted to give her anything, everything.
“I want it.” She rubbed her thumb over the head, making me shudder with pleasure. “I want you to pound my pussy until I come all over your cock, little brother.”
I groaned, feeling her tongue again, looking down to watch her suck me. Her eyes never left mine, and they were pleading, begging me, I could feel it in every motion, every look, every breath. I pushed my hips forward, sliding myself deeper into her mouth, imagining how sweet her pussy would feel wrapped around me.
“Come on.” She stood and slid herself up on the washroom counter and opening her legs. I loved looking at her like that, open and ready, her eyes full of lust. “Put it in me.”
“Dawn!” I shook my head. “We can’t.”
“Yes.” She reached out and grabbed my cock. “Yes, we can. It’s easy.” She slipped the head of my prick up and down her slit. She was wet and slick. She aimed me at her hole, wiggling.