Fuck, that made my cock hard to think about.
Not that it was uncommon, my imagining the degree of moisture that currently existed between my sister’s legs. Lately, all I could think about was Dawn’s pussy and how much I wanted it. I couldn’t deny it anymore, even to myself-all I could do was try to resist the temptation.
But Ken-he didn’t have to resist, did he? No. He could slide his cock into my sister’s wet, waiting cunt without a twinge of guilt or regret. And would she like it? I knew how hot she was, how randy, how much she liked to be fucked and licked, how much she loved to come. She wouldn’t say no-why would she? Why should she? She’d at least get down on her knees right there in the back of the cinema and suck him off while she played with herself. The thought of her hand up under her skirt diddling her clit made my cock pulse, pressed between the mattress and my belly, and I threw the paperback across the room with a groan.
“Blimey!” I was talking to no one at all as I threw open my bedroom door, listening for my parents. They were obviously gone already. “If she can get laid, so can I.”
At least, that was the theory. I rang Will to see what trouble we might be able to get into tonight.
“Want to go down to the pub for a pint?” I asked, pulling on my jacket. I was going, whether he was or not.
“The Bulldog?”
“I’m leaving now.”
“Right. Meet you there.”
It was easy to meet Will at The Bulldog. Easy to sit down with a pint of Harp Lager and watch the girls walk by and talk about the firmness or size of each of their assets. The problem was, I kept comparing them to Dawn. Breasts not as big. Smile not as bright. Eyes not… hers. I tried drinking more and ordered another pint.
“David Watson! Is that you?”
The voice was vaguely familiar, but when I turned around and saw her, I knew immediately.
“Julie Entwistle.” She was taller than I remembered, probably because of the heels, but mostly because we weren’t in sixth form anymore. The dress she had on looked like she was poured into it. I couldn’t help but wonder, when I glanced at the rather short hemline, if she still wore nothing under her skirts.
“It’s so good to see you!” she gushed, giving me a hug and pressing her all grown up assets against my chest. They were considerable-which reminded me of Dawn. Julie, though, had dark hair and eyes and I figured her nipples were dark, too, not pink like my sister’s. The thought of finding out, though, was compelling.
“Want a beer?” I offered, holding up the pint.
“Oh, I’ve already had too much!” Julie giggled as she squeezed down into the chair between me and Will. It was crowded and there wasn’t a lot of room in here tonight. We all had to practically yell to hear each other.
“Then, by all means, have some more!” Will said with a grin. I raised an eyebrow at him and saw Julie checking him out.
“This is my friend, Will. Will, this is Julie Entwistle. We were in sixth form together.”
“He always tried to look up my skirt.” Julie gave me a sideways look.
“Did he, now?” Will got a clean glass from the bar and poured her a draft She drank half of it in a few gulps and then licked her lips.
“It wasn’t just me, you know,” I said, defending myself. “Rumor had it Julie didn’t wear any knickers. I was just trying to see if it was true.”
“And was it?” Will cocked his head at her, still grinning. Julie flushed, but she was smiling.
“The truth is…” She leaned in and cupped her hand around Will’s ear, whispering something.
“Is that so?” He grinned over at me and then glanced down at Julie’s crossed legs, one tanned thigh over the other. I was wondering how she got so tanned, and that, too, reminded me of my sister… in her bikini… rubbing oil all over herself…
“No fair,” I protested, nudging Julie under the table. “You can’t tell him and not tell me.”
“I just did.” She winked as she stood, leaning in toward Will again and asking, “Want to dance?”
He stood up and let her lead him to the dance floor while I poured myself another draft and watched. So much for getting laid tonight. Julie clearly already had a thing for my best friend, and in spite of her considerable assets, I still couldn’t keep my mind off my sister. Thinking about whether Julie was wearing knickers tonight just made me remember the smell of Dawn’s when I picked them up in the washroom.
Christ, I was sick. I drank down the rest of my beer in three gulps and poured myself another. I needed to stop, and I knew it. The only thing that could keep my mind off my sister’s cunt, I reasoned, was finding another one to take her place. I glanced around the pub, checking out the prospects. Fact was, Julie was one of the prettiest girls there, and since I already knew her, that was quite spawny. I could even offer to take her home, since Mum had said she and dad wouldn’t be back until the next day-something about staying in a guest house over night in Gatwick after some show.
Of course, that meant I was going to have to fight Will for her. I looked out at the dance floor and saw his hands already sneaking down past her waist toward her arse. Guess I was going to have to turn on the charm, I decided, downing another beer. I made up my mind, standing up and turning toward the dance floor, and that’s when I saw them. My height gave me a clear vantage point, and there was no mistaking her dirty-blonde hair and the mischievous smile she gave him over her shoulder. It was my sister, alright, leading Ken into the pub by the hand.
I sat back down, wondering if she had seen me, but she was clearly too interested in Ken. She stopped amidst the crowd for a minute, pulling his arms around her waist from behind and leaning her head back so she could say something into his ear. My eyes followed the long curve of her neck down the V of her white blouse, low-cut and showing off the tanned tops of her breasts. She had some red sparkly skirt on with shoes to match, like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, only I don’t think Dorothy had ever worn anything so short and tight.
I sank into my seat as they passed, sure she would see me now, but no-she was a girl on a mission, leading Ken toward the dance floor. She’d clearly come to dance tonight, and wasn’t letting him out of it, although I saw him give a lingering look toward the bar. He looked like he forgot all about it though, once they were out there. I maneuvered myself in my seat so I could watch Dawn wrapping her arms around his neck, rubbing up against him as the music pounded. It was 80’s nostalgia night and Rick Springfield was wishing he had Jessie’s Girl, and I rather knew how he felt. They were snogging, pressed up close, and even as far away as I was, I could have sworn I saw Ken’s tongue in my sister’s mouth.
I bit the inside of my cheek as I poured myself another beer, finishing off the pint. I told myself not to look, but I couldn’t help it. Ken’s hands were massaging my sister’s arse through her skirt, pulling up the material, and if it weren’t for the tables in my way, I was sure I could have seen her knickers. If she was wearing any. Was she wearing any? Fuck! I saw Julie dancing with Ken a few feet away, laughing at something he said. I stood up and threaded my way through the crowd, going around so Dawn wouldn’t see me as I cut in between Julie and Will.
“You two look like you’re having too much fun,” I said, slipping between them and winking at Julie. I looked over my shoulder. “Pint’s gone, Will-your turn to order.”
He shrugged, heading back to the table, and Julie shook her head, putting her arms around my neck. She seemed amenable to the change in partners, and I was relieved. Now, if I could just focus on the girl in front of me, and not pay any attention to the one behind me in the red skirt…