Selena Kitt: Yank

"Whatever." I stepped out into the fresh air.

"What were you doing in there?" She smirked, peering into the dim shed.

I waved the insect repellant at her. "Big-arse spider out on the patio table."

"Sure there was." She moved toward the lounge chair where she had spread a towel. How long had she been out here, I wondered?

I put the can on the table. "There was. It's obviously crawled off somewhere. Maybe it's on your lounge chair."

She stuck her tongue out at me. "Quit being such a pain in the arse. I'm in a good mood and you're not going to spoil it."

Dawn positioned her chair, looking up toward the sun as she did, and then crawled on. Her bikini bottoms rode up between her cheeks and I flashed on the picture in Yank that I'd found the writing on-her arse up in the air, cum sliding down her slit. I sat down at the table, putting the paper in my lap to cover my erection.

"What's got you so perky?" I scowled.

She was lying on her back now and she lifted her sunglasses to look at me. "It's my first day on holiday, you git! Two whole weeks off work!" She had come here sounding very American, but after a year, she now sounded like any typical bloody bint. She blended right in with the rest of the slags she hung out with.

I turned my chair away from her, opening my paper back up. My cock was still throbbing and watching her oil herself up out of the corner of my eye wasn't helping. She was slathering lotion all over, rubbing it into the creases, even between her toes. I could smell the stuff, like coconuts, as if a tropical smell was supposed to make you turn darker.

"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, your 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 living with someone else’s parents!"

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 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.

She stuck her tongue out. "If you're going in the house…maybe you could bring out one of your 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. I kept having to remind myself that she was off-limits. Not that it mattered-most of the time she rebuffed my attempts at friendship, let alone anything else.

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."

Well that was true. We’d played naked in a plastic pool when we were kids. Of course, it had been a long time since then.

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 my 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 someone who’s practically my sister. Let's talk about me finding a bloody job, all right?"

"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 couldn’t believe I’d admitted it. I couldn’t even believe she’d asked me. What was wrong with her? Who was she and what had she done with the Dawn I knew?

"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 my mum and dad?"

She was grinning now. "Oh, I don't know, that depends."

"On what?" I sat up and turned toward her. So this was what it was all about. She was looking to get me into some sort of trouble.

"You know your 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, frowning. "What are we, ten? I'm not a grass. So you look at porn. What bloke doesn't, right?"