“See? Just push in.” She rolled her hips. I could feel her pussy lips working around the head of my cock. Why did it seem like such a huge distance between this, and sliding in until I was buried inside of her? It seemed impossible.
“It feels soooo good, baby brother,” she encouraged. “Don’t you want to know what my cunt feels like?”
I took a shuddering breath, shaking my head. “I can’t.”
She sighed, her mouth turning to a little pout and my heart ached. “I want your cock,” she begged, and she sounded like she was in as much pain as I was feeling. “Oh God, please?”
I shook my head, closing my eyes, and I felt her hand on me again and jumped. She was stroking me against her pussy, rubbing me up and down.
“This isn’t fucking.” She stroked me harder now, right against her clit. I nodded, watching her pussy lips moving as she tugged on my shaft. Dawn was rolling her hips, whimpering. She looked around and then reached over, grabbing one of the candles that Mum used when she took a bath. It was thick and long.
Dawn turned it upside down, so the wick end was pointing toward me. “Fuck me.” She handed it to me. I didn’t hesitate this time. I slid it between her lips and up into her pussy. She moaned, arching her back and pressing against me.
“That’s it.” She raised her legs, putting them up over my shoulders. I looked down, watching the candle disappearing into her flesh as I pushed it in and out of her. She was biting her lip, her eyes closed.
“Oh David!” She grabbed my cock and tugged on it. She rubbed it against her clit again, stroking it there as I worked the candle in and out of her cunt.
Her little hand was pumping hard, and the feel of her wet lips, the hard bud of her clit, was almost too much. I thrust into her hand, moving the candle deeper into her, twisting it, loving the sweet, wet, squelching noises it made as I fucked her.
“Dawnie,” I groaned, feeling my orgasm fast approaching as she squeezed and rubbed me over her wet cunt. She was panting, meeting my thrusts, and I could almost imagine being shoved up inside her, fucking her hard like this, rocking toward heaven.
“I want you to come all over me,” she whispered, her voice low with lust. “Shoot it all over my cunt, little brother.”
I hissed as she rammed my cock hard up against her clit, pulling and tugging fast and furious now, and I shuddered, biting my lip to keep from crying out as jets of thick, hot fluid erupted from the tip of my cock, coating her clit and slipping down her slit toward the candle that I was still fucking her with.
“Uh-uh-uh!” Her voice was barely above a whisper, and I could feel the candle moving by itself in my hand as she came, like her pussy was trying to suck it deeper and deeper inside of her. She lay there for a moment, her whole body quivering, and I couldn’t remember ever seeing anything more beautiful in my life.
She sat up with a smile and a sigh, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me on the mouth. I heard the candle slip out of her with a little “plop” and it fell to the floor between our legs.
“David?” We both jumped when the knock sounded and Mum’s voice wafted through the door. We looked at each other with wide eyes.
“Yeah?”
“Hurry up, your Dad wants a shower, too,” Mum said.
Dawn’s hand was over her mouth, but her eyes were bright, like she was smiling under there.
“Okay, almost done!” I called. I grabbed the towel and wiped my cum off my sister’s pussy, working it between her legs, making her squirm.
“That was close,” I whispered as she hugged me.
“Not close enough,” she whispered back, working her hips against mine and I groaned. I knew what she wanted, and God help me, I wanted it, too.
I couldn’t seem to think about anything else, and while things were getting more and more out of hand, I still had a feeling she was going to get her way this summer, one way or another.
I just didn’t think I could hold out much longer.
Chapter Six
I came into the house around mid-afternoon, pulling off my tie and throwing my suit jacket over a chair in the living room. I found myself calling for Dawn, but there was no answer. The house was quiet. I went into the kitchen, getting a glass of water at the sink, half-expecting to see her laying out in the garden in the lounge chair, but she wasn’t there, either.
I’d spent the morning waiting in a queue of people for an interview at an insurance office. It was the only interview I had managed to get, and I was pretty sure I’d cocked it up completely. Just remembering it made me flush, and the thought of having to relate it all at the dinner table was really disheartening.
I considered turning on the telly for a while, but was too knackered and figured I’d just fall asleep on the sofa, so I just went upstairs. I took my suit pants and shirt off, hanging them over my doorknob for safekeeping, and then I climbed into bed in my boxers, not even bothering to crawl under the duvet. I hugged my pillow and drifted off.
I don’t know how long I slept, but I was dreaming about my sister doing a headstand. When we were younger, she used to do headstands against the wall. She would practice for hours at a time, her face turning practically purple from being upside down for so long.
In my dream, she was wearing a skirt and no knickers, and she kept opening her legs wide and closing them again, grinning at me. Mum and Dad were sitting right there watching the telly, and I was watching her from between them on the sofa, my cock as hard as a rock watching her pussy spreading every time she opened her legs. I couldn’t believe they weren’t telling her to stop, but I couldn’t keep myself from watching, either.
Then she collapsed on the floor and started crying, but Mum and Dad still didn’t notice. I went over to her and was trying to comfort her, but she wouldn’t stop crying. I don’t know when I realised that the crying wasn’t in my dream anymore.
The light had changed in the room, so I knew I’d been sleeping a while, but I could still hear my sister crying somewhere in the house.
“Dawn!?” I called, still foggy, rolling over onto my back and looking toward my open door. No answer, but the crying continued. I stumbled out of bed, realizing that she was in her room. “Dawnie?”
I found her face down on her bed, wearing dungarees, still in her trainers, sobbing into her pillow. I sat next to her, putting my hand on her hair, which was in plaits.
“What is it?” I rubbed her shoulder.
“It’s Ken!” Her voice was muffled, and then she turned her face to the side, giving a deep, hitching sigh. “Laurie and I went to the pictures this afternoon and we saw him there. He… he…”
“Don’t tell me.” I shook my head with a frown. “He was there with some slag?”
She turned over, crossing her arms over her chest. “How did you know?”
“Because, love.” I wiped at her tears with my thumb. “Kenny Moore has the I.Q. of lint.”
She smiled through her tears. “Shut up.”
“It’s true. Who was it?” I nudged her over and stretched out, leaning on my elbow next to her.
“Penny Thompson.” She sniffed and made a face.
“Ah, see.” I smiled, putting my other arm around her middle and pulling her belly to mine. “Now that proves it.”
“What?” She wiped at her face with her hands, getting rid of the evidence.
“If he’s choosing Penny over you?” I rolled my eyes. “Then I know he’s an idiot. Besides, if sex was fast food, Penny’d have an arch over her head.”
She laughed, and the sound was like music. It made me warm all over to see her smiling.
“What film did you see?”
“Pride and Prejudice.”
I made a face. “Could you have picked a bigger chick flick? There’s no way Kenny Moore was at the cinema to seePride and Prejudice . He can’t even spell it.”
She smiled. “No. I think they were seeing something else.” She frowned then and I saw tears in her eyes again. “I don’t think they were seeing much of anything, really, the way they were snogging in the lobby.”