When she came up on me, she pressed herself up with her arms and kissed me for a minute, the words husky and thick in her throat, "I'm going to suck you until you come in my mouth and I'm going to swallow every last drop. Are you ready?"
"Yes!" I pressed her head down to my lap, giving in. "Oh, God, Dawnie, suck me off."
She settled back down into my lap, nuzzling and nosing my cock, murmuring sweetness around it as she began to suck, holding the skin down tight with her fingers at the base and using just her mouth and throat, up and down the shaft. I knew it wouldn't take long and so did she, her tongue wrapped around, her hand cupping my balls as she worked, determined.
Her arse rose up in the air and I watched her tits moving as she swayed, reaching my hand out to cup one, pulling at the nipple. She moaned, moving faster, and I liked that, so I squeezed and kneaded her flesh some more. I was trying hard to hold back, wanting it to go on forever, watching her head bobbing up and down in my lap, seeing her sweet, rounded arse moving like she was fucking some invisible cock back there.
It was that thought-and more, the thought of my own cock sliding into that smooth, velvet pink hole-that sent me over. I growled, thrusting into her throat, and I heard her gag a little and that made it even better, my cum shooting in shuddering waves into her mouth. She made little noises and I heard her swallowing, swallowing, saw her throat working, eyes wide, mouth stretched over my cock.
"Ohhhhh god!" I bucked with the last of it, my hand in her hair, pulling her back, my cock just sensitive, throbbing heat between my legs now. Dawn sat up, leaning back against the arm of the sofa, licking her lips.
"Mmmmm, I love your cock." She nudged me with her bare foot. I looked down at it, slumping now, spent. Conviction was winning again and I glanced over at her, shaking my head.
"Quit it." I stood up and reached for my jeans and boxers.
"Blimey!" She stood and gathered up her bikini. "You know you were aching for it! Now you're all high and mighty? Knob off!"
She stormed up the stairs and I heard her slam her bedroom door. I stood there, holding my jeans in my hand and looking at the couch. I was right, there was a stain on the side that I was going to have to clean up before Mum saw, or we'd get nicked.
Oh, hell. I knew Dawn was right. I was off my damned head, but I wanted exactly what she had given me-and more. So very much more.
Chapter Three
First there was the trouser suit-white with blue trim. Awful looking thing, but her arse looked great in it, I had to admit. Then there was the jeans and jumper combination. I liked how tight the jumper was across her breasts, how her jeans moulded over her flesh. That was my favourite until the red leather skirt and white blouse sailed by my bedroom door, the perfect combination of low cut, hip-hugging, and up-the-thigh-riding perfection.
I was lying on my bed, pretending to read while watching Dawn move back and forth between her room and the washroom. Every time she passed, she was wearing something different. Once in a while, she would pause in my doorway and ask, "This one?" Most of the time, she wouldn't even stop to listen to my response.
"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 your 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 her 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 my 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 supposed to act like 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 pushed her leg away and stood 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, lips thin, 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 my 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. Dawn had hooked up with all the old crowd. Laurie had been one of the kids who played Orange and Lemons with us when Dawn used to live here.
But now they were gone. 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.
* * * *
"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 my Mum or Dad but didn't hear them. "C'mon, let's get you to bed."