Selena Kitt - Naughty Bits

Dawn was wide open to me, in full daylight, and I took my time exploring her, running my fingers through the soft folds of flesh, parting them, watching them glisten. She moaned when my fingers brushed her clit, and I stopped there, pulling the little hood back so I could see it, just a tiny little thing. It amazed me that something so small could give her such pleasure, but it was clear it did from the way she rocked her hips and her nostrils flared and her head went back when I rubbed it.

“I want you to lick it.” Dawn ran a hand through my hair. I looked up at her, surprised. She smiled and nudged me aside, lying down on the sofa and putting one foot up on the back and dangling the other towards the floor. I knelt down and stretched out between her legs, breathing in the smell of her. I hesitated-I didn’t know what to do.

“Here.” She looked down, opening herself with her fingers and pointing to her clit, stroking it with her fingernail as I watched. “Right here. Put your tongue-”

I didn’t need a second invitation. I edged her fingers out of the way, rubbing my tongue over the little button, back and forth. She tasted tangy, strong, and I could smell her sweat from lying out in the sun all morning.

She gasped, rolling her hips a little as my tongue mashed against her, lapping and licking and swallowing the taste of her. It stayed in my throat, thick and rich. I watched her belly quiver, her breasts heaving, her breath coming faster as I moved my face between her thighs, my tongue exploring the sweet ridges and folds.

“Put your fingers in me.” She bucked her hips. I slipped a finger down, between her slit, searching for that dark little entrance I’d seen yesterday.

Dawn squealed, her eyes flying open. “Higher.” She reached her hand down and found mine, leading my fingers upward. I flushed, realizing that I must have been pressing against her anus. She moved against me and I could feel the soft, smooth walls inside of her. She started to rock, encouraging me to move my fingers in and out.

“Lick.” She pointed to her clit. I did, my tongue moving over her flesh. She moaned, still moving her hips, and I pressed my fingers in her, trying to catch a rhythm between my lapping tongue and my plunging fingers. It felt a little like trying to walk and chew gum at the same time at first, but I got the hang of it. I knew for sure that I did when she hissed and grabbed at my hair, smashing my face between her legs.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, and I could feel the muscles in her fanny tightening. I licked faster, looking up and seeing her pinching and pulling on her nipples. My cock was dripping pre-cum now, throbbing against the sofa, and I knew there would probably be a stain there, but I didn’t care. She tasted so good, and the way she moved and sounded and felt was almost enough to make me come myself.

“Oh fuck, David!” she cried, breathless, shaking. “Oooooo make me come, baby brother!”

I grunted, moving my whole head as I licked her, plunging my fingers deep. She strained against me, rolling back and forth, making those same little noises she had yesterday, that little, “uh, uh, uh” until she stiffened and shuddered under me. I could feel the muscles inside fluttering against my fingers when she came, her cunt wetter than ever now.

She reached for me as I sat up, grabbing onto my shirt and pulling me on top of her. My cock was pressed against her cunt, all wet and slippery, and I groaned. She kissed me, plunging her tongue deep into my mouth, exploring the insides of my cheeks, licking my teeth, her hands running up under my shirt and squeezing my nipples, making me jump.

“Dammit, Dawn,” I murmured against her mouth, feeling her hand working my cock between her legs, aiming me. I moaned. “Ohhh fuck, no, we can’t do this.”

“We are doing this,” she said. “I want to feel you inside me.”

“Noooo,” I groaned, sitting up and leaning back on the sofa, my eyes closed, panting. “Dawn, I can’t. I just can’t. You’re my sister!”

She crawled across the sofa towards me on her hands and knees, her tits swaying prettily, licking her lips. “God, I love the taste of my cunt, don’t you?”

I wiped my mouth with my hand, still wet with her juices. I could taste her, smell her, and my cock was a throbbing, weeping pulse between my legs, standing straight up and defying my better judgement. She stretched out next to me, reaching her hand out to stroke me. It was a lazy, easy motion, but I was beyond any edge I had ever known-I was that close.

“Did you like licking my cunt, baby brother?” She tilted her head up to look at me. Why did she keep calling me that? It was driving me crackers, forcing me to try to choose between my lust and my conviction. I couldn’t forget for a moment that this was my sister-she wouldn’t let me. And I was beginning to realise that it didn’t matter, because lust was winning-it was kicking conviction’s arse.

“Fuck, Dawn.” I watched her hand on my shaft. Her arse was rising up, her feet swinging behind her. She was beautiful, and I wanted her. God help me, but I wanted her. “You still taste so good in my mouth. I could lick your cunt forever.”

“I might take you up on that.” She grinned. “But first, I think you have an itch you need scratched.” She grazed her fingernails over the head of my cock, tickling the frenulum. I groaned. She moved in, pressing her breasts against my thigh and taking my cock fully into her mouth.

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. “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 my sister’s 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 was making little noises, and I heard her swallowing, swallowing, I could see her throat working, her eyes wide, her 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, baby brother.” 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 calling me that.” I stood up and reached for my jeans and boxers.

“Blimey!” She stood and gathered up her bikini. “You know you were arching 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.