Selena Kitt - Naughty Bits

I circled an ad, pretending I wasn’t listening, pretending I didn’t care. She was quiet for a long time-a long, long time. Finally, I gave up pretending and just stared, waiting.

“Fine then.” That was all she said before she turned around and put the phone back. When she turned to me, her face was three shades of pale-not easy to do with the tan she’d managed to get in the past two weeks. “We aren’t going out tonight.”

I nodded, but I didn’t say anything.

“We’re not going out any night, ever again.” She crossed her arms and leaned back against the counter, and for a minute, she looked all for the world like Mum when she was off her head. “He’s back with his ex.”

I wanted to go to her, hug her, tell her it was going to be okay, and just generally be as brotherly as possible. But another part of me… I couldn’t believe how relieved I felt – how jealous I had been of that fuckwit. The thought of him touching my sister made me balmy, but more than that – it was the thought ofhim touching her instead ofme that made me totally hatstand. I sat there, struggling with these two parts, the part of me that loved my sister the way I always had – as the girl who teased a lot but let me tag along when I wanted – and the part of me that had been fucking her at every possible turn for the better part of a week.

I’m pretty sure that’s why I said what I did.

“I told you he was a scrote!”

She burst into tears and ran from the kitchen. I listened to the sound of her feet pounding up the stairs with a sick, sinking feeling in my gut. Mum came in then, and didn’t know what had happened, so she started talking to me about how well her flowers were doing this year and I just nodded and circled random ads and tried to quell the burning in my mid-section. Later, Dad would ask me why I’d circled an ad for a trolley dolly and another one for a dental assistant, but by then, it wouldn’t really matter.

I pushed off from the table and stood. “I’ve got to get ready to go out.”

“With Julie?” Mom looked up from where she was arranging roses in a vase.

“We’re going to a club.” I didn’t wait for her response. Upstairs, Dawn’s door was closed, and I stood outside it and thought about knocking, about what I should say, what I was going to say. Finally, I just opened the door and went in without knocking at all, sitting on the edge of her bed.

“I’m sorry.” I touched her back, the feel of her skin like satin under my fingers as I rubbed her shoulderblade, not knowing what else to do. She was still wearing her bikini. I expected her to yell at me, to tell me to get the hell out in her usual big-sister way. Instead, she rolled to her back and reached for me, her eyes wet from crying. When I saw that, my heart melted and I pulled her into my arms, stroking the soft gold of her hair. She clung to me, trembling and we stayed like that for a while, the silence heavy with possibility.

“I never really liked him.” Dawn sniffed, snuggling her head under my chin. “Not any more than you like that manky Julie Entwistle.”

I blinked at the wall, swallowing but not responding. The fact was, I did like Jules. I liked her a lot. But I couldn’t say that, not now. After a moment, I felt my sister’s body stiffen, and I realized she expected me to answer, to reassure her. I figured taking a different route might distract her best.

“What were you doing fucking him, then?”

“Oh I don’t know, Davey.” She sighed, laying back on the bed and putting her hands behind her head. “Why am I fucking you?”

“I guess they’re both good questions.”

“Well…” Her lips curved into a smile, sliding her hand over my thigh and settling over the bulge in my trousers. I couldn’t be within a foot of her anymore without sporting wood. “Maybe if we don’t ask the questions, we never need to learn the answers.”

“I don’t think it works that way.”

“Maybe I should just keep my mouth busy, then.” My sister slithered down onto the floor between my legs, looking up at me with that mischievous smile. I should have stopped her, but her hand rubbing the already stiffening length of my cock felt so good, and the promise of her mouth as she unzipped my trousers, those eager red lips and hungry pink tongue…

“Oh hell…” I watched through half-closed eyes as she took me into her mouth, half-hard but growing with every slow suck up and down my cock. I glanced toward the door and it occurred to me that Mum was right downstairs, that she could come up at any time, calling for either one of us. The thought made my heart leap and my stomach drop. “We can’t! Dawn!”

She didn’t stop, so I grabbed onto her hair, pulling her gently off. Her lips were even redder now, after just a few moments of sucking me. Her eyes were hungry, and she licked her lips, looking up at me, her smile downright wicked. “What’s the matter, baby brother?”

“Mum could come in!” I hissed, glancing at the door again.

Dawn nodded, her hand moving up and down between my legs, my cock straining towards the warm wetness of her mouth. God, she could suck a cock! I wanted her. I wanted to shove that bikini top down and bury myself in the abundance of her breasts. I imagined the smooth, shaved swell of her pussy lips, sliding my cock head between them…

“Doesn’t that make it even hotter?” she whispered, stroking my cock against her tits, tucking the head between her cleavage. “Knowing we could get caught… at any minute…”

She stood quickly, untying her bikini top and letting it fall, her breasts heavy and ripe and so luscious they made me actually begin to salivate. Then she pulled her bottoms down and turned around. I groaned softly when she reached back with both hands to spread herself wide, the round curve of her arse sloping down to reveal that hot, pink cleft, the place I dreamed about at night, so beautiful I thought if I looked there too long, I’d lose myself or die. She wiggled her arse back and forth slowly, looking at me from between her legs, her face framed by the pendulous sway of her breasts, her hair brushing the floor.

“Want some of that?” It was then – when she reached between her legs and grabbed hold of my cock – that I lost it. I forgot everything else – I forgot that Mum was downstairs arranging flowers and Dad was due home any minute and I was supposed to be going on a date with Jules in half an hour. I forgot everything but the captivating appeal of my sister’s pussy, and even if I’d tried, even if I’d made the attempt to remember all of those things, there was no way to resist when she deftly positioned me against her hole and slid all the way down onto my cock like a fireman sliding down a pole.

“Oh Jesus!” I whispered, grabbing her arse and pulling the weight of her into the saddle of my hips. She leaned back, her hair spilling over my shoulder as she steadied herself with her palms on my thighs. My hands went naturally around, cupping her heavy breasts, their nipples hard and growing harder as I rolled them between thumb and finger. The feel of my cock so deep inside of her was bliss, so good I thought I would pass out – and then she began to move.

It wasn’t a proper fuck – there was no thrusting involved. She moved her hips in splendid circles, grinding her arse down against me, making my cock writhe inside the encompassing heat of her flesh. She took my hand, moving it between her legs, helping me find her clit.

“Rub it, Davey,” she murmured, dancing around on my prick. “Faster, baby, faster! Yes… yes! That’s good!” I found the rhythm she liked, trying to keep up with her, our breath coming in short, harsh pants as we rocked together on the edge of the bed. Gasping, she slowed, digging her nails into my thighs, her hips still rocking slightly, more with the motion of my hand than anything else.