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.

Oh, hell. I knew Dawn was right. I was off my damned head, but I wanted exactly what she had given me-and more. So very much more.

Chapter Three

First there was the trouser suit-white with blue trim. Awful looking thing, but her arse looked great in it, I had to admit. Then there was the jeans and jumper combination. I liked how tight the jumper was across her breasts, how her jeans moulded over her flesh. That was my favourite until the red leather skirt and white blouse sailed by my bedroom door, the perfect combination of low cut, hip-hugging, and up-the-thigh-riding perfection.