I shook my head no, but there were other, more treacherous parts of me that were saying "Yes!" with a great deal of vigour and enthusiasm.
Chapter Two
Mum knocked on my door for the third time that morning, and I groaned, covering my head with the pillow.
"David, c'mon now!"
"Okay!" I called, my voice muffled, hiding from the sun starting to peek through my window. I didn't want to face them. I didn't want to face anyone. Thinking about what happened yesterday made me want to stay under my pillow for just about forever.
I rolled over and tucked the pillow behind my head, staring up at the ceiling. How was I going to sit across the same breakfast table from her, considering what had happened on that table less than twenty-four hours ago? With Mum and Dad sitting right there? I swallowed hard, putting my arm over my eyes. Maybe if I just pretended nothing happened-and avoided Dawn. It was time to call my mates and see if there was somewhere I could hang all day-for the next two weeks.
I rolled out of bed, opening my door and looking down the hall. I could hear Mum wittering on downstairs to Dad about something. Dawn's door was closed. Grabbing a flannel and a towel out of the closet, I locked the door to the toilet with a relieved sigh. I started the shower running and cleaned my teeth while the water got hot. When I went to put my toothbrush back, I saw something white on the floor.
"Oh, bugger me," I whispered as I picked it up-a pair of Dawn's knickers! I sat on the toilet and stared at them. They were plain white with a little lace edging. The water running in the shower was hot enough to create steam now, but I ignored it, turning her knickers inside out and touching the gusset. They still felt damp! I looked around, as if someone could possibly see me, and lifted them to my nose.
Oh my god-that was the smell of her cunt! My cock jumped in response and I remembered in living, vivid colour the sight and sound and smell of her finger-fucking herself on the table downstairs. With that image, coupled with the wet, pungent knickers against my nose, my cock went into a full betrayal and tented my boxers. A knock on the door made me jump and I nearly screamed like a girl.
"David!" It was Dawn. I threw her knickers on the floor like they were on fire.
"What?"
"Hurry up in there, ya git!"
"Naff off!" I hoped my voice wasn't trembling as much as the rest of me. I got into the shower and finished as quickly as I could, not because of Dawn's insistence but because I wanted to get out of the house. Dad was at the table reading the paper.
He looked up when I skidded into the kitchen, heading for the Weetabix. "I set aside the jobs section for you, Davey." He tapped the folded up paper next to him.
"Ta," I said through a mouthful. I was eating them out of the box.
"A spoon and bowl?" Mum put them in front of me, giving me a look.
"Ta," I said again, pouring them in. Mum handed me the milk and I splashed some on, sitting across from Dad and shovelling cereal in as fast as I could, hoping to be done before Dawn came down.
Mum sat back down at the table next to Dad, folding her serviette in her lap and eating her toast. She always sat with her leg curled under her like that, and it occurred to me that Dawn often did too.
"Any interviews?" Dad asked from behind the paper.
I shook my head, chewing fast and swallowing. "Not yet. I'm going to ring Will today and see if he can get me in over there."
I heard Dawn on the stairs and I choked on my cereal as she came around the corner. She had on the same white bikini she’d been wearing yesterday.
Mum looked up and raised an eyebrow. "A bit parky to be wearing that out, isn't it?"
"It's my holiday," Dawn reminded her, sitting down next to me and curling her leg under her. She reached into the middle of the table for a piece of toast and began spreading it with blackcurrant jam. I could see the way her arse and thighs spread on the chair and I remembered how she had been spread out on the table. This very table.
Dawn sprang up and flounced over to the cupboard, taking out a box of Frosted Shreddies, and said over her shoulder with her mouth still full of toast: "I'm going to get a suntan even if it kills me."
"It might just." Dad lowered his paper and eyed his ward’s attire. I was eyeing it too, as if I hadn't gotten enough of it yesterday. "You aren't really going out in that-even in the yard-I hope?"
Dawn rolled her eyes. "I thought I would just lie on the table and sun myself in here!" She looked directly at me, smiling as she filled her bowl full of cereal.
I felt my cheeks getting hot and I lifted my bowl, drinking my milk to hide my face.
"Mum, can I borrow your black jumper?" Dawn asked through a mouthful of Frosted Shreddies, coming to sit next to me again. She was so much like my sister, she even called my parents Mum and Dad, and they thought of her so much as a daughter that neither of them minded. It had been weird to me at first, but I was used to it now. We all were.
"Where are you going?" Mum handed me a piece of toast as I reached for it.
Dawn smiled. "Ken gave me a quick snog at the pub last weekend-I think he fancies me. Laurie and I are going back up there tonight."
"Alone?" Dad asked. "You should take David with you. He's eighteen now."
Dawn and I looked at each other, aghast, and we both said, "No!" at the same time.
"Mum!" we both exclaimed, looking at her and back at each other. I noticed a bit of milk dribbling down Dawn's chin, and I flashed on yesterday's table top adventure and the delicious sight of my cum dribbling down her slit. I averted my eyes, looking at the toast in my hand, but not before I saw her smirk at me and stretch her tongue out to lick at the white stuff.
"Mum, he's such a baby! I can't have him tagging along with me!" Dawn nudged me in the side with her elbow, and I watched as her breast shifted with the movement. This was the Dawn I knew-treating me like a juvenile, constantly complaining about me to my parents.
"Dawn, stop your whingeing!" Mum stood up and began to clear the table. "You can borrow my jumper and you don't have to take David."
Dawn and I both let out our breath. I got up, edging around her chair. Dad looked over his paper at me.
"Where are you off to?" He tapped the jobs section of the paper on the table.
I froze and saw that Dawn was looking at me, still munching on her cereal. She had the same mischievous look in her eyes that she’d had yesterday and it made my stomach drop.
"I thought I'd ring Will-" I started, but his look stopped me.
"David, do I need to remind you that it is imperative you find a job? Everyone here in this family contributes. I work. Your mother works. Even Dawn works."
I snorted. "Right, tramping it up at the health club, that's working."
Dawn stuck her tongue out at me but she was giving me the finger under the table where Dad and Mum couldn't see. I used my middle finger to scratch my forehead, looking pointedly at her.
"A job is a job." My father held the paper out to me. "And I suggest you find one."
"All right, keep your hair on!" I sighed, coming over to pick it up.
Mum called over from where she was washing up. "David, don't speak back to your father!"
I nudged Dawn's chair on my way by, taking the paper and storming up to my room. I turned on my radio-loud-and waited for them all to leave. Mum poked her head in the door and saw the paper still sitting on my desk.
She frowned at it and then at me. "David, please try."
"I am trying!"
She came over to the bed and put her hand on my forehead, like she was checking for a fever. "You've been awfully stroppy lately. What is it?"