“No.” She lifted her arse up in the air. “I want to be fucked. Like this.”
Oh bloody hell. It was like looking at the picture in my porn mag, my favourite one, her bum in the air, his cock sliding into her from behind. Except this was real. And the girl in front of me was my sister. My cock throbbed, and I saw that it was still slick from her juices, from base to tip. The elastic bands at the base made it a deep, dark red.
She put her shoulders to the bed and her hands on her arse, spreading herself open, showing me. It was like she was offering herself to me, and oh, crickey, I could actually see the little gape of her hole. My cock seemed to move forward all on its own at that sight. There was nothing that was going to keep me from being inside of her. I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t care if it was my sister-hell, part of me was now actually willing to admit that I wanted herbecause she was my sister.
I positioned myself between her legs, sliding the head of my cock against that hot, pink hole. The anticipation was almost too much. I knew exactly what she felt like inside now, and I knew I could never get enough of that feeling. I felt bewitched by her pussy-damned, a condemned man, ruined for anything else but this.
“Wait.” She looked back at me. “Take off the bands.”
I did, wincing as I felt the constricted blood flow beginning again. My cock was tingling, like it had an itch it wanted scratched. I couldn’t stop myself. It was like I didn’t have any control over my own body. I grabbed her hips, sinking myself as deeply as I could into her flesh, and she gasped and wiggled under my hands, making me moan.
This was entirely different from having her on top of me. The motion, the sensation, the delicious friction between our legs. When I started moving inside of her, watching my cock disappearing, seeing her pussy lips moving around my shaft, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven-or hell. It really didn’t matter anymore.
“Oh fuck yes!” Dawn reached her hand between her legs, and I knew she was rubbing at her clit. “Yes! Yes! Fuck me!”
I did. I couldn’t possibly do anything else. I squeezed her hips and fucked her harder, and now I really knew what she meant when she said she wanted to be fucked. I was fuckingher now, thrusting my cock into her over and over, the wet sound of her pussy and her moans and her writhing driving me on, faster, harder. It was like some primal thing had taken me over. A rational part of my brain had shut off and something brutish and carnal had come forth to take its place.
“Fuck me, little brother!” She moaned, and I felt her cunt squeezing me, the muscles pulling me tight. Hearing her say that, calling me her little brother, made my cock jump, and my balls tightened. I was so fucking close. I didn’t even know how I’d lasted this long.
“Do you like fucking your sister’s cunt?” She panted, moving back against me now, bucking and moaning. Her movements were driving me crazy. “Tell me, David. Tell me how much you love it.”
“Fuck!” I felt my climax fast approaching. I knew what she wanted to hear and I wanted it, too. I didn’t want to deny it anymore. I was fucking my sister and it was exactly what I wanted to be doing-now and forever, bucking together in an endless dance of wild, wicked lust.
“Yes, yes! God, I love fucking your hot cunt, big sister!” I shoved myself into her, grunting with every delicious thrust now. Looking down, watching myself go into her, was almost too much. I reached down to feel it, the stretch of her pussy sliding over my shaft, and felt faint.
I couldn’t resist, looking down at the dark, puckered hole of her arse, seeing it winking at me every time I slammed into her again-I slid my finger over it, gently stroking.
“Oooooo!” She squealed, wiggling against my finger like she wanted it, and so I pressed it there, seeing just the tip disappear.
“Oh hell!” She really seemed to like it so I pushed it slowly in and out while I fucked her, and it wasn’t long before she was making her little Dawnie noises. That was all it took for me, those little “uh-uh-uh’s” that told me she was about to come.
“Dawn, I can’t hold back!” I groaned, feeling something coming to a deep, rolling boil in my testicles.
“Oh God, yessss! Fill me with your hot cum, baby brother!”
I shuddered and bucked hard, my cock beginning to spasm inside of her. All around my shaft, her pussy was fluttering, her muscles tightening and releasing, like she was milking my cock as I poured streams of hot fluid into her, over and over and over.
My thighs were actually quivering, and I had to put my hand against the wall to keep from falling over. She was panting, flushed, and I stared down at her, breathless, too. I was loathe to pull out of her, but I had to sit back on my heels, still dizzy.
“Jesus!” I leaned my head against my arm on the wall and watching in awe as my cum began to slide out of her hole, slipping down her slit. My cock, spent and growing limp, jumped at the sight of it dripping slowly from her raised, open cunt down onto the sheet.
Dawn sat up, turning and crawling into my lap, and snuggling up close. I leaned back against the wall and held onto her, stroking her sweat-dampened hair. It was wavy and silky under my fingers.
Looking at her dungarees and trainers on the floor, and found myself remembering my dream, me sitting between Mum and Dad, watching her do a headstand and showing me her pussy. My face was flushed at the thought.
“Are you okay?” I kissed her hair, wondering what time it was and how soon Mum and Dad would be home.
“Mmmm.” She snuggled up and fitted her head right under my chin. “More than okay.”
“Me too.” I realised in that moment that it was the truth.
“Want to do it again?” She wiggled in my lap.
I groaned, but her bum squirming like that against my thighs made my cock perk up almost immediately. I couldn’t believe it, but it was true.
I’d fucked my own sister, and I knew I should feel ashamed-the part of me that was listening for Mum and Dad sure knew it. Still, another part of me had been awakened this afternoon, and that part wanted nothing except to keep doing what we were doing.
Maybe that was the trick of this whole thing. Was this was my hell on earth? The more I had of her, the more I wanted? Maybe I really was doomed.
Chapter Seven
Mum decided to install a notice board in the kitchen so we could all “communicate more.” I thought she was off her head and refused to use the thing, but Dawn kept putting notes up on it in her fat, girlish handwriting.
Gone to market
Out with Laurie at the cinema
I hardly noticed them anymore, but a name caught my eye while I was standing at the refrigerator, swigging milk out of the carton. I choked when I read it, milk dribbling down my chin and wetting my bare chest.
At the cinema with Ken. Be back… whenever. She had scrawled a big, fat smiley face in the corner with little devil horns on it.
I wiped at the milk with the back of my hand and put the carton back in the fridge, yanking the note out from under the pushpin. It was her handwriting alright.
That can’t be right. Bugger-all if it wasn’t, though. After all her mithering about Ken, she was off playing tonsil tennis with him in the back of the cinema, probably letting him feel her up-or worse. It was the “worse” that made me slam my bedroom door and tell Mum to sod off when she came up asking me what the matter was.
“Your dad and I are going out,” she said, finally giving up on trying to pull it out of me.
“Fine!” I yelled into my pillow. Everyone was going out on a date except me. Great. Just great.
“David, what is the matter-?”
“Nothing!” I rolled over and glowered at her, my arms crossed over my chest. “Just go! Go and… go and have a good time!”
She gave me a hurt, puzzled look, but she shut the door and left me alone. And that was exactly what I wanted. I dug out an old copy ofThe Hobbit and tried to read, but the words just kept swimming in front of my eyes and an image of my sister would sneak in somehow. Unfortunately, the image of Ken kept coming into my head along with her. I kept seeing him sliding a hand up her thigh, feeling the fat swell of her cunt through her skirt in the darkness of the cinema. Would she be wet, I wondered-as wet as she was with me-the gusset of her knickers slick, almost oily with her juices?