She frowned at it, and then at me. “David, please try.”

“I am trying!”

She came over to the bed and put her hand on my forehead, like she was checking for a fever. “You’ve been awfully stroppy lately. What is it?”

Your daughter is trying to book me a first class ticket to hell, I thought. I shrugged and rolled away from her, going to the window, and there was Dawn, laying out on the lounge chair, like some surreal deja-vu. Her face was obscured by a book, but I could see the rest of her well enough.

“I’ll find something, Mum. Give me a chance.”

“See you tonight.” She pulled the door closed. I hadn’t moved from the window-I couldn’t. Dawn was adjusting the straps on her bikini again, her breasts moving with the material, and I was remembering seeing her dark pink nipples for the first time. My cock seemed to like the thought, because it was starting to make my jeans more uncomfortable. “Oh, and David-behave!”

I turned my face to the door, incredulous, but she was gone. Behave? Hell, I was trying-I was really trying-but there was a very pointed part of me that wanted to be very, very naughty. Dawn was putting more lotion on now, slathering it over her belly, the tops of her breasts, the insides of her thighs. She parted her legs for the latter, and I remembered how she looked laid out like that, all wide open and frigging herself until she came. Fuck. I was doomed.

I spent the whole morning in my room, listening to music and trying to concentrate on finding a job. Dawn spent all morning on the lounge chair. I know because I spent fifteen minutes out of every sixty standing at the window, rubbing my cock and telling myself I was trying to get my erection to disappear. It was useless. I couldn’t think about anything now but my sister’s sweet, pink cunt.