Selena Kitt - Naughty Bits

The knock on my door nearly propelled Dawn off me when I jumped, but I grabbed her hips just in time. My heart was in my throat, and my voice was hoarse, thank God, a little sleepy sounding in my dazed confusion when I called out, “Yes?!”

“David?” It was my mother’s voice, right outside the door. Oh, sodding hell! We were in trouble, now. Dawn sank down flat onto me and I pulled the sheet up to my neck, all just in time, too, as my mother opened my door a crack.

“Yeah, Mum? What time is it?” I mumbled, my heart still hammering like a race horse in my chest. She didn’t have the hall light on, and that was good, or she would have seen the shape of my sister lying on me under the sheet, I was sure. I could only see her outline, and I assumed she could only see mine.

“Did you hear your sister come in?”

“No.” I tried to keep my voice from shaking.

“Sorry to wake you, sweetheart,” she said. “It’s just late, that’s all.”

She pulled the door closed, and I heard her moving toward the loo. Dawn let out a sigh of relief, throwing the sheet off. Neither of us said a word, frozen in place until we heard the toilet flush and we listened to Mom pad back down the hall and close her bedroom door.

“You need to go to bed.” My voice was really trembling. Even my hands were shaking. Holy fuck! The realization that my mother knocking on my door in the middle of the night could have turned out very differently just now hit me square in the chest. I could barely breathe.

“I will,” Dawn whispered. “As soon as I come all over your face, little brother.”

“God,” I breathed, feeling her mouth back on my limp cock, feeling it responding to her tongue in spite of the fact that I’d just come minutes before. “We really shouldn’t… Oh, fuck, Dawn!”

“Lick me!” She positioned herself over my face again, spreading herself with her fingers. And I did-God help me, I did, my blood still pumping adrenaline-compelled ice through my veins from the interruption by our Mum. I licked and sucked her cunt harder and faster than I ever had before, no more looking for the right spot or trying to figure out what to do. I just went after her like a nutter, lapping and sucking and swallowing the whole of her cunt.

Dawn was breathing hard, whispering, “fuck, uh, uh, uh, fuck, fuck!” as I ate her. She remembered my cock then and put it back into her mouth, sucking me with all the earnest lust that I seemed to be feeling, taking me to the hilt and gagging silently on my cock as she did and then taking some more. There was just no stopping it, no stopping us-we were doomed, and it felt like being sentenced to an eternity of ecstatic hell.

I felt her coming, her whole body tightening and releasing with it, bucking so hard I had to hold her arse in my hands and plaster my mouth over her slit, staying glued to her as she writhed against me.

She rolled off me, then, tumbling to the floor. I held my breath, sure that the noise would bring Mum running down the hall, but it didn’t.

“Jesus,” Dawn whispered. “That was-”

I could feel it, too. It felt like I was floating somewhere near the ceiling.

“Go to bed, Dawn,” I whispered. “Before we really do get caught.” She crawled toward the door, using the handle to steady herself as she stood.

“Goodnight, David.” She still sounded as dazed as I felt.

“’Night.”

She opened the door as quietly as she could. “Hey…I love you.”

My head was too full of her, the blood beginning to return there. I didn’t know what else to say. “I love you, too.”

When she shut the door, I turned over in bed and pulled the pillow over my head to drown it all out. I ached all over, like I’d drunk a poison that was turning my insides to acid, but my throbbing cock was stiffening again, even now, at the thought of her. This was insane.

I rolled over and stared at the dull light of the moon on the ceiling, Everything had a silver sheen to it, like quicksilver, slippery and shifting. I closed my eyes, deciding to try to get some sleep. Maybe when I opened them again in the light of day, things would look more clear. It was all I could hope for.

I spent the morning on the telephone ringing potential employers while Dawn moaned and groaned from the sofa that I was being too sodding loud. Mum had ripped her a new one at the breakfast table, after dragging her down in the first place. When they left for work, she crawled to the living room, probably because she couldn’t make it all the way back upstairs, and between bouts of snoring, saw fit to berate me for even existing on the same planet.

I wasn’t having much luck, anyway, although I did manage to schedule one interview later in the week, so I took a break and got myself a glass of milk and a couple of custard cremes. Hearing my sister groaning again, I dug to the back of the fridge and found an Irn-Bru-a bright orange fizzy drink. She was lying on her back on the sofa with an arm thrown over her eyes. Her shiny, pink robe had pulled apart a little, exposing her thigh and a little bit of pubic hair.

“Hey.” I squatted down and tried to avoid looking between her legs, remembering last night. It wasn’t easy. “I brought you some Irn-Bru. Great for hangovers.”

She groaned but peeked out from under her arm at me. “Ta.”

Blinking and squinting, she sat up, reaching for the drink. I opened it for her and handed it over, watching how her robe split apart even further, showing me the curve of her breasts, the roundness of her belly and thighs. I watched her swallowing, the way her throat moved, and couldn’t seem to find my breath. She handed the empty bottle back to me.

“Ta, Davey,” she murmured. “You’re a love.” She collapsed back onto the couch, her robe gaping now, and I found myself overcome with an urge to run my hands over her. I knew she wouldn’t appreciate it, considering, and I was still fighting with my own demons. I grabbed a blanket off the back of the sofa and covered her instead.

Smiling, she mumbled, “I’m sorry I called you a fuckwit.”

“What else are little brothers for?” I watched her turn away from the light, pulling the blanket with her.

I decided to give her a break from the noise and go sit out on the patio to finish looking at the paper. My sister was missing out on another perfect sun-bathing day, although there was more of a wind, and I had to struggle to keep my paper still. I sat and highlighted possibilities, but my mind wasn’t on the task at hand anymore. All the blood had been diverted from my brain.

The sight of Dawn’s pubic hair, even just a little exposed under her robe, made me remember how she tasted in my mouth. I still couldn’t believe that the first cunt I ever tasted was my own sister’s. The thought made me flush, with both shame and excitement. I closed my eyes, remembering the softness of her flesh against my tongue, the soft cries she made, that little “uh, uh, uh” before she came. It was like I was addicted to it, now. I couldn’t seem to think about anything else.

I sighed, giving up on my paper and walked over to the shed, my cock leading the way. I dug my favourite porn mag, Naughty Bits, out from under the wood pile, flipping it open to the page. There she was… laying on her tummy on the bed, her legs open, her cunt exposed for me. I flipped the page, and found that it was even more thrilling to me now, imagining that it was her brother coming in to disrupt her in this picture, now that things between Dawn and I were hotting up.

I’d thought she looked like my sister, and she did-but now I realised that her cunt was different. Dawn’s was fuller, fleshier, thicker-and even more pink. My cock was aching now, and I undid my jeans and freed it, rubbing my thumb over the tip with a shiver.