“I like that one!” I called, hearing her in the washroom again. She came around the corner, and I saw she was wearing red high heels with it, too. Hot. Definitely hot.
“This one? Are you sure?” She turned slightly, showing me her behind.
I frowned. Considering my own response to her outfit, I could imagine the general masculine consensus in the pub. “Maybe not,” I said, changing my mind. “I’d go with the trouser suit.”
She made a face. “It’s too dowdy-I look like mum in that. This is a date, not a job interview.”
“So?” I sat up and looked at her body filling out the clothes. “It’s-it’s sophisticated. Guys like that.”
She snorted. “Guys like skin. I think I’m showing enough, don’t you?”
I cleared my throat. “You’ve got a ladder in your tights.” I pointed to it, high up on her thigh. It must have started near the gusset and worked its way down.
“Bugger!” she swore, twisting to look. “Oh, hell. I just won’t wear any.”
I watched as she kicked off her heels, pulling her skirt up to her waist and sliding the tights down over her knickers. The fake tan material revealed the creamy, smooth white skin of my sister’s thighs and calves as she worked them down. Her knickers were red, too, with white lace edging, riding up into the crack of her arse.
“Dawn!” I exclaimed, sounding shocked, or rather trying to sound shocked.
She grinned back at me, the tights in her hand, slipping her heels back on. “What? It’s not anything you haven’t seen, right?”
“What if mum comes up?” I hissed, watching her wiggle her skirt back down her hips.
Dawn glanced toward the stairway. “She wouldn’t think anything.” Smiling at me, she advanced into the room, standing by me near the bed. “After all, we’re brother and sister, right? That would be…” she put her foot up between my legs on the bed, nudging my crotch with her shoe. “Wrong… wouldn’t it?”
I was staring straight up her skirt, past the swell of her thighs, right at the swollen gusset of her knickers. “Dawn, you can be really crude sometimes,” I said, pushing her leg away and standing up. “Clear off!”
She sighed, tossing her thick blonde hair over her shoulder. She paused to look into the mirror over my bureau. “I like this one.” She turned sideways again, assessing her profile.
“Yeah.” I leaned against the wall with a sigh, crossing my arms over my chest. “Me, too.”
“I knew you did.” She turned back to me, looking chuffed with herself. “Ken will like it.”
“That twit?” I tossed myself back on my bed, grabbing my book and pretending to read.
“He is not!”
I looked at her over my book. “I just think you should mention it.”
She looked over her shoulder at me, narrowing her eyes. “Mention what?”
“You might want to let him know that he’s really missed.”
She turned fully to me now, her lips thin, her arms crossed. “David, don’t be obtuse.”
I grinned, turning over on my belly, dismissing her. “Since, you know, some village somewhere is being totally deprived of their idiot.”
She made an angry sound in her throat, and I waited for her to tackle me, but she didn’t. Instead, she walked out and slammed my door hard enough to shake the wall.
I listened to her go down the stairs and heard the murmur of her talking to Mum and Dad. So she was going out to the pub-dressed like a tart. Still, why should it be any concern of mine? What the hell was wrong with me?
I went back to reading my book, but I didn’t realise how intently I was paying attention to what was going on downstairs until I heard her best friend, Laurie’s, voice for a moment, and then it was quiet again after the front door closed. That was when I stopped grinding my teeth and my jaw relaxed for the first time in an hour. I rubbed at it-it ached-and for some reason all I could imagine was what Dawn looked like with her foot wedged against my crotch.
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“David?”
I woke up with a grunt, hearing my name being hissed from beside the bed. It was dark, but I could make out her outline in the moonlight coming through the window. She was on her hands and knees, crawling toward me.
“Dawn?” I felt her find the bed with a thud.
“Ow.” She whimpered.
“Christ!” I reached for her, groping in the dark. My hand found her arm, helping her up into the bed. “What are you doing?”
“Ta,” she said, thanking me. I could smell the alcohol on her, now. “It’s a long way when you’re legless.”
“Shhhh!” I looked toward my door. I was listening for Mum or Dad, but didn’t hear them. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”
“That’s where I am.” She crawled up against me in the dark and pressed me down, snuggling up against my bare chest. “Hey, you sleep naked! When did you start that?”
“Since I was fourteen,” I whispered. “Keep your voice down, Dawn.”
“I am.” She kissed my shoulder. “You feel good.”
“Okay.”I tried to untangle her limbs from mine. “You are pretty well lashed, and I think this is a bad idea. C’mon, let’s go.”
“Noooo!” She slid her bare foot up the inside of my calf. She’d lost her heels somewhere, I noticed, but I could feel the skirt and blouse pressed against me, her body full and warm underneath, flushed from the alcohol. “Don’t make me go.”
“I think you’d better.” I tried to sit, but she was clinging to me too tightly.
“I’ll scream,” she whispered into my ear, her breath hot against my neck.
“You will not.” I edged my way out from under her.
I heard her intake of breath and knew she really meant to do it. Panicked, I rolled onto her, finding her mouth with my hand in the dark and pressing it there, hard.
“Button it!” I hissed, feeling her wiggling and squirming underneath me. Her skirt was riding high up and I could feel her bare thighs against mine, her skin like velvet.
“Unbutton it,” she murmured when I moved my hand away from her mouth, her fingers working her blouse from top to bottom between us. She pulled her shirt open, sliding her breasts against my chest, back and forth. Her nipples were hard, her breath hot with alcohol against my face, her hands roaming over my back.
“Dawn,” I whispered, and I knew she could feel my cock growing against her leg, insisting that my denial was empty. “Please, let’s just-”
“I’ve been thinking about this all night.” Her hands slid down my arse and she ground her hips up and wrapped her legs around me. “I can’t think about anything but your prick, little brother-how big and hard you get for me and how much I want you.”
I groaned softly against her neck, my cock finding its way between her legs somehow, pressed right up to the soft, satiny red gusset of her knickers as she rocked herself beneath me.
“Please, David.” She was reaching her hand down between her legs, and I could feel her pulling her knickers aside, exposing her wetness.
“No,” I whispered, feeling helpless as she worked my cock with her hand, rubbing it up and down her slick folds of flesh. “No, no, God, please, no.”
“Oh yes!” She rubbed the head of my cock right over her clit. “Yes, yes.” Her hand slanted my cock toward the hot little target she was now aiming for, rocking her hips up, determined to put me inside of her. I gritted my teeth, pulling back and rolling to the side. She followed me, kissing me in the dark, sucking at my lips, my tongue, and I knew for certain that it was tequila she had been drinking, the taste unmistakable in her mouth.
“Don’t you want to fuck me?” she whispered against my cheek, rolling her hips and trapping my cock between us.
“It isn’t about want,” I gasped as she sat up on me. In the moonlight, her hair and eyes were like silver, her skin like milk, and she reached between her breasts to unhook her bra, spilling her generous flesh for my view. Then she reached for my hands, cupping them over her breasts as she slid her knickers up and down against my shaft, the dampness spreading.
“Oh yes,” she whispered as I began to give in, kneading her flesh in my hands, thumbing her nipples. “It’s all about want, baby.” She reached between us, wrapping her hand around me and saying, “I want, I want, I want.” She punctuated each “want” with a tug on my cock that made me gasp.