“You find anything in there yet?” She dropped the lotion next to her chair and leaned back. Her breasts jiggled in the white bikini top when she did, and I couldn’t help watching. Seeing real flesh move was different from looking at a picture in a magazine. I found myself wondering what it would feel like to touch her there, just the top of her breast, all shiny from the oil. I flushed.
“No.” I turned my eyes back to the paper. “There’s nothing out there.”
“Well, mum and dad won’t let you scrounge off them forever, you know.” She threw an arm up over her head.
“Sod off!” I rolled my eyes. “I’m not the one who’s still living with my parents at twenty-five.”
I stood up, deciding to go into the house. Maybe take another shower. I felt hot and sweaty, although it wasn’t really that warm out here, yet.
“Hey.” Dawn lifted her sunglasses again. Her eyes were soft, and so was her smile. “You wanna do something for me?”
“If it involves lotion and your back, forget it.” I reached for the back door. “I’m your brother, remember?”
She stuck her tongue out. “If you’re going in the house… maybe you could bring out one of dad’s bottles of wine?”
I raised my eyebrows at her. “The good stuff?”
“Yeah.” She grinned. “Why not? Let’s celebrate my holiday. You’re eighteen now.”
I opened the door, heading into the house. The kitchen was to the right, and I threw the paper on the table, squatting down in front of the wine rack. I found a bottle of dad’s favourite wine. It was almost full, but had been uncorked. I grabbed it, turning back to the door. Dawn was adjusting her straps when I looked out, lifting her breasts as she did. I sighed, going out.
“Here.” I put the bottle next to her chair.
“Ta,” she smiled. I turned to go and she grabbed my arm, lowering her voice. “Come on, David. Don’t be mean. Stay and keep me company. Pull up a chair and soak up some sun.”
I pulled a lounge chair over next to hers and adjusted it. From this vantage point, I didn’t have to worry about her seeing where my eyes were going-and they were running-up and down the lengths of her legs, over her full hips and soft belly, toward the rise of her breasts. They lingered there, watching her breathe, and my cock felt like it was going to burst. I was going to have to take a very long shower.
She picked up the bottle, uncorking it. “No glasses?” She turned to smile at me.
I shrugged. “You want me to go get some?”
“I don’t have the lurgy.” She took a swig and held the bottle out to me. “Here.”
I grabbed the bottle and took a taste, making a face. I wasn’t much of a drinker-the stuff tasted awful. I handed it back to her.
“Aren’t you hot?” she asked. “Why don’t you strip down to your pants?”
I flushed. If I stripped, she might see my erection. She slid her sunglasses down her nose, raising her eyebrows.
“Come on, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before you know.”
I shrugged, unbuttoning my shirt and tossing it over on the table. I stood to undo my jeans, and I saw Dawn’s eyes move to my crotch as she took another swig of wine. She handed it to me, and I took a long swallow, my eyes burning. I took my time, willing my cock into submission. It partially worked. I pushed my jeans down my hips, stepping out of them and laying back on the lounger wearing just my boxers.
She handed me the wine again, and I drank some more, starting to feel the effects already. My head felt lighter.
“So do you have any interviews?” She took another drink from the wine bottle and passed it.
“I had one.” I took a swig. I was getting used to the taste. “But it was some insurance thing. It was all a bit dodgy.”
“Nothing else?”
“Can we change the subject?” I glowered at the wine bottle as I held it up to my lips. It glittered in the sun. “I’m tired of talking about ‘my future.’”
She cocked her head at me, frowning. “Poor little bit.” She sighed. “Being grown-up sucks.”
“Wish someone would have told me.” I shaded my eyes against the sun. It was really bright. “I thought it was gonna be crackin’, you know, getting to do whatever you want…”
She laughed. “I wish.” She handed me the bottle again. “I know you’ll find something. You just have to keep at it.”
I snorted. “You sound just like mum. ‘You need to try harder, David.’”
“Let’s change the subject,” she agreed. “Let’s talk about sex.”
I choked on the wine going down my throat, some of it dribbling onto my chin. “Not the conversation I need to be having with my sister. Let’s talk about me finding a bloody job, alright?”
“Have you ever fucked a girl?” She took the bottle back. “Come on, David, you can tell me.”
I flushed, staring directly at the sun and then closing my eyes, seeing a bright spot where it had been. “No.”
“I didn’t think so.” She nudged my arm with the bottle.
“Is it that obvious?” I took a swallow, handing it back with my eyes still closed.
Her voice was soft as she said, “No wonder you toss-off so much in the shed.”
My eyes flew open, my jaw dropped. My face burned and I couldn’t say anything.
Dawn was holding the bottle up. “Crikey! This is almost gone!”
“How long have you known?” I swallowed hard.
“Long enough.” She smiled.
“Are you gonna tell mum and dad?”
She was grinning now. “Oh, I don’t know, that depends.”
“On what?” I sat up and turned toward her.
“You know mum will throw a wobbly if she finds out you’ve got porn.”
“Why do you think it’s hidden in the shed?” I sighed miserably. “Are you going to tell?”
“I was just teasing.” She sat up in her chair and faced me. “What are we, ten? I’m not a grass. So you look at porn. What bloke doesn’t, right?”
I sighed, relieved. I looked at her, remembering the words written in the margins. “Say, Dawn… did you… were you looking at it?”
She grinned. “She looks an awful lot like me, doesn’t she?”
I nodded, meeting her eyes. “She’s my favourite.”
She stood, grabbing onto the back of the chair for a moment. She started toward the house. When she got to the door, she looked back at me. “Come on.”
I followed her after a moment, finding her standing in the kitchen, leaning against the table. Her bikini top was on the table, too, and I was staring at her breasts. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t even breathe.
“You like what you see?” She cupped them and pulled on her nipples. My face was burning, but my cock was stiffening in response. “They look a lot like hers, don’t they?”
I nodded in agreement. Blimey, almost exactly like the girl inNaughty Bits! The same little areolas, the dark pinkish nipples. My cock jumped as I watched her rub her hands over them.
“Dawn, what are you doing?” I heard the hoarseness in my own voice.
“Well, I’m a bit pissed,” she admitted. “And I’m really randy, especially after watching you wanking in the shed.”
“Oh, God,” I groaned, putting my hand to my forehead. She was moving toward me, and my eyes fell from her breasts down to her bikini bottoms. Now that I’d seen the top, I wanted to see the rest.
“You wanna suck these?” she purred, pulling on her nipples. “Do you wanna shove your cock in my cunt, baby brother?”
I had backed up to the wall and she was leaning in toward me, not touching me, but close. She slid her hand down into her bikini, and I could see the top edge of her pubic hair.
“You wanna fuck me?” Her hand moved between her legs.
I groaned, closing my eyes against it. “Dawnie,” I pleaded. “Please. Stop.”
“You want to,” she whispered, and I jumped when she squeezed my crotch. My cock throbbed against her hand through my boxers. “You’ve been wanking in the shed and looking at that girl who looks just like me and wishing it was really me all along, haven’t you?”
She moved her hand between my legs, rubbing it up and down the length of my shaft through the thin material.