Selena Kitt - Naughty Bits

I knew I wasn’t going to last long, but I wanted it to. I wanted to sit in this chair and watch her forever. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, letting her do this, and yet I had never wanted anything more.

“You want me to suck your cock, baby brother?” She ran her hands up my thighs. I just nodded. “Then say it.”

“I want you to suck my cock,” I gasped, watching as she kissed the tip, teasing it and flicking it with her tongue.

“’I want you to suck my cock… big sister,’” she whispered, then licked up the throbbing vein underneath my shaft, from base to tip. “Say it.”

I groaned, wiggling in the chair. She was killing me. “Dawn, please.”

“Say it.” She sat back, putting her hands on her knees, waiting. She licked her lips, staring at my cock, and then met my eyes and smiled. “Tell your big sister you want her to suck you until you come.”

The words were caught in my throat. Saying them out loud felt like an admission. I struggled, watching as she rubbed her hands over her breasts. “Don’t you want to come all over my tits, little brother?”

“Please!” Oh, hell! I felt like I was going to burst if I didn’t have her. I swallowed hard. “Please, big sister… suck my cock.”

She grinned, leaning into me and taking my shaft in her hand. “See?” She licked all around the tip. I groaned. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

I shook my head, watching my shaft disappearing into her mouth. I tried to keep my eyes open, so I could remember every delicious moment, but it was difficult. Every time her mouth sank down on me, my eyes wanted to roll back into my head. She was all mouth, up and down my shaft, taking me deep, moving agonizingly slow, like she wanted to make it last, too.

My hands moved to her hair, still damp from the shower, guiding her head. I couldn’t help pressing her down a little. God, I loved the sound of her gagging on it! She curled her tongue underneath my shaft as she slid her mouth down, and then rolled it slowly around the tip as she came up. My legs were shaking, and I was trying hard not to come. I didn’t want it to end.

“I want your cum.” She kissed all around the tip, her eyes never leaving mine. “Tell me when you’re close. I want you to shoot it all over my tits.”

I groaned, grabbing her hair and shoving her back down on my cock. She squealed a little, and then went fast to work, using her mouth to squeeze and suck me until I thought I was going to die. I could feel my balls tightening and I bucked hard against her, deep into her throat. I was torn, wanting to shoot my cum into her mouth, and wanting to see it splashed all over my sister’s gorgeous tits.

“Dawn,” I warned, the sensation beginning to edge toward the peak. She worked even harder, then, moaning and sucking and twisting her mouth over my shaft. Oh fuck, that was too much, I couldn’t hold it any more. I started to come, shooting the first blast into her mouth, and she swallowed it, looking up at me.

She grabbed me, pointing me toward her chest, and I thrust into her pumping hand, growling and moaning, shooting hot streams of cum onto her waiting tits. She moaned, too, rubbing my cock through the wetness, spreading my cum over her nipples. She continued to stroke me, milking me, squeezing every drop out.

“God,” I groaned, throwing my head back. “We are so bad.”

“Good!” She kissed the tip of my softening cock. I looked down at her, covered in my cum-and I thought she couldn’t look any more beautiful before? Boy, I was wrong. I’d never seen anything more beautiful than she was in that moment.

“I think I’m gonna need another shower.” She smiled, standing up and walking over to retrieve her robe. I watched her put it on, pulling her hair out from underneath it, a sweet, feminine gesture. I pulled my boxers and jeans back up, tucking and buttoning and zipping quickly. For some reason, I didn’t want her to see me, now.

“I gotta make phone calls.” I had forgotten that I left my paper outside. When I went out to get it, it had blown all over the yard, and I spent ten minutes picking it all back up again.

When I went back into the house, I could hear Dawn up in her room, playing the radio. She was singing. I stood for a long time at the bottom of the stairs, cooling my hot forehead against the wall. Instead of going up, I slipped on my shoes and went outside for a walk.

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“Steak and kidney pie again?!” Dawn complained, slipping into the chair next to me.

“You’re home all day this week.” Mum gave her a quelling look. “You can always cook, if you want something different.”

“I like pie.” I spooned some onto my plate. Mum smiled at me, but Dawn stuck out her tongue and pinched my leg.

“Your Mum has the best pie.” Dad winked over at her. She blushed, and I glanced over at my sister, as if to say, ‘Did I hear that right?’

“Ew!” Dawn reached for the salad. “Get a room.”

“We have one.” My father poured himself some milk. “It’s upstairs. I pay for it. Speaking of which-how’s the job hunting, David?”

Inwardly, I groaned, but mumbled, “Fine,” and shovelled some potatoes into my mouth.

“Salad, David?” Mum handed me the bowl when Dawn was done. I reached for it, and then I saw them. Cucumbers. Panicked, I looked at my sister. It couldn’t possibly be?!

She grinned at me and bit into one, crunching noisily. “These are the best cucumbers, Mum.”

“They’ve had such good ones at the market, lately,” Mum said, and I watched, horrified, as she tasted one. “Nice and big.”

“Mmmm!” Dawn grinned, nudging me under the table. “I know!”

“David!” Oh bugger. Mum again. I buried my head under my pillow and pretended for the third time that I hadn’t heard her. Couldn’t a bloke sleep in on a Saturday?

I used to live for the weekends. Now they had turned into endless days of chores that Mum found needed doing around the house, and of course Dad seemed to be in agreement- he said I needed to keep busy, since I wasn’t at school anymore.

“David!” Oh hell. It was Dad this time. She had called in the big guns. I threw the pillow off my head and grabbed a pair of jeans from next to my bed, tugging them on. He opened my door without knocking just as I was pulling on a t-shirt. “Oh, good, glad you’re up.”

“Yeah.” I sighed, running a hand through my hair and waiting. I knew it was coming.

“I’ve got to fix your mother’s planters,” Dad said. “Get some breakfast and come out back to help me, would you?”

“Okay.” I gave him a little salute as he shut the door. Damn. Doing chores for Mum was better than spending the day handing tools over to Dad-listening to him swear at whatever piece or part wouldn’t fit into the correct spot and then taking it out on me just because I handed him the wrong spanner or whatever.

All that meant that when I stormed into the kitchen, I was in a fairly black mood. Mum was washing up the breakfast dishes, and I grabbed a bowl and a box of Frosties, standing at the window and shoveling in bites while I watched Dad pulling Mum’s planters out. Dawn was lying in the sunlounger watching him, wearing her white bikini and soaking up the near-afternoon sun.

“So what’s wrong with the ones you have?” I asked through a mouth full, glancing over at Mum. “They look fine to me.”

“They’re rotting in the back.” She reached over me for a tea towel. “Your father said he didn’t use the treated wood, but he’s got some in the shed he’s going to replace it with.”

I stared at her for a moment, milk dribbling down my chin as I turned back to look out the window. Dad was heading for the shed, now-to get the wood for the planter, I assumed. The very wood that my porn collection was hidden under! Fuck! I threw my bowl in the sink, still half-full, and bolted for the back door.