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 stiffened in response. "They look a lot like hers, don't they?"
I nodded in agreement. Blimey, almost exactly like the girl in Yank! 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. If we got nicked, we’d be in big trouble, and no one knew it better than she did.
"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 gaze 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?"
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.
I groaned. "Yes. Oh God, Dawn, yes." I grabbed her hand, pushing it away. "You gotta stop. We really can't do this."
She pouted, her brow knitting. "Why not?"
"Because," I choked. "Because you're like my sister. And there are rules. You remember what my mum said when you moved in?"
It felt like a million years ago, but my mum had read us both the riot act, especially after seeing how grown-up Dawn really had become, about the rules they had in the Study Abroad program-no “relations” were allowed between occupants. “You’re to treat each other as brother and sister,” she insisted. Not that it had been that hard, really. Dawn annoyed me just like an older sister would, and she said I was worse than having a little brother, so it had worked out pretty well.
Until now.
Dawn sighed, moving back and sliding up to sit on the table. She smiled then, her eyes getting that mischievous glint they used to whenever we were gonna do something we'd get in big trouble for. "Well…what if we don't touch each other?"
I frowned. "What do you mean?"
She bit her lip, leaning back on the table so she was lying down. I gasped at the sight of her, spread out on the table topless, the bikini bottoms showing the clear outline of her cunt, swollen and thick. God, I wanted to see. My cock was tenting my boxers, and there wasn't a damned thing I could do about it.
She put her feet up on the table and lifted her hips, sliding the white bikini bottoms down her thighs. Then she spread her legs and I could see her cunt, shapely and bulbous, the dark hair trimmed. My whole body responded, wanting to climb inside her somehow, bury myself there. My cock knew exactly what it wanted, even if my head was telling me no. She leaned up on one elbow with a smile, using her other hand to reach down and open her lips, showing me the pink inside.
"Oh, god." I grabbed for my cock. I couldn't help it.
"Let me see too." She nodded toward the hand kneading my boxers. I flushed but I pulled them down, my erection springing free, and I couldn't help noticing how it was aiming directly at her glistening cunt. I watched her hand move between her legs, rubbing her clit.
I knew it was a clit, I just hadn't ever seen a real one before. I'd seen pictures, up close pictures even, but this was entirely different from looking at a magazine, and my cock knew it. It was leading me toward the table as I watched her rub herself. She breathed harder, her eyes half closed, her feet up on the table and her legs spread wide.
"Dawnie," I whispered, nearing the edge of the table and looking down at her. "I want to look at it."
She smiled, using both hands and reaching down to open herself up for me. Oh, god, it was just like in the picture, only this was real. I bent down to take a peep, my gaze caressing the delicate folds and creases of her, dipping down to that lovely dark hole, where I felt like if I stared long enough, I could just get lost. I realised I could smell her. This was the smell of cunt-tangy, a little musky. I could actually feel the heat of it against my face.
"I'm so randy," she murmured, slipping one of her fingers into the hole as I watched. That's where my cock would go, I thought, and it jumped in my hand as if to say, "Hell yes! Come on, man!" I stood, swallowing hard.
So quiet, it was almost a sigh, she said, "I'm just going to rub myself off, okay?"
I nodded, watching her finger fuck herself, listening to the sloppy wet noises she made. My cock felt three times its normal size, like I could split the world open with it. As I began to pump it, I was actually surprised my hand could reach around it, that's how huge it felt. Dawn was moaning, using one hand on her cunt, the other pulling and tugging at her nipples.
My hand moved faster and saw her eyes half-open, looking down between her legs. I wondered if she was staring at my cock, and if she liked what she saw. Did girls like looking at us as much as we liked looking at them? I stroked the shaft, squeezing the tip, slick with pre-cum. My cock was pointed directly at her cunt, less than a foot away.
"Faster, David," she whispered, still frigging herself, her whole body moving with it, her hips rolling on the table. "Wank it faster. I want to see."
I did, shuttling my hand up and down, watching her flesh move under her hands, her lips swollen, the pinkness moving toward red. It matched the head of my cock, which was so red now it was almost purple as I stroked it. I could feel it building-it wouldn't be long. She was making these little noises in her throat, "uh, uh, uh" over and over, her head rolling from side to side.
"Ohhhhhh fuck!" Her eyes opened to look at me. "I'm gonna come!"
I groaned, pumping my cock furiously now, watching her orgasm. She moaned and gasped, her whole body shuddering.
"Oh bloody hell!" I felt my own climax beginning. She slipped her feet off the table and scooted to the edge, grabbing my pulsing cock in her hand. That was more than enough to send me over, but then she pointed my spurting cock directly at her cunt. I groaned and jerked against her, shooting jets of hot, sticky cum onto her mound, watching as thick, ropey strands of it clung to her pubic hair, and some even dribbled down between her lips. I watched its descent, fascinated, my cock still throbbing in my hand.
When I was spent, she smiled, lifting her hand to her mouth. I watched, caught somewhere between horror and fascination, as she licked my cum off her hand.
"We taste good together." She smiled.
I tucked my traitorous cock back into my boxers, flushing with embarrassment now. "Dawn…what are we doing?"
"I don't know." She slipped off the edge of the table. She turned to pick up her bikini bottoms that had fallen to the floor and my cock jumped in spite of the fact that it had just been sated. She turned and kissed me on the cheek, chaste, like a sister would, still bollock naked. "But don't you want to do it again?"