The Break of Dawn Ch. 02

Not long afterward, Dawn reappeared through my door, carrying her clothes in one arm, and wrapped in my large plaid robe. She closed the door and had a sexy grin on her face. "Now, I know the robe isn't very sexy and I don't have the right shoes to wear with this, so keep that in mind."

"No apologies, beautiful." I smiled gently. She smiled back at me and took another step toward me as she untied the belt.

She quickly pulled it open and let it fall behind her as the earth tilted, causing my head to spin. She looked even better than I had imagined. Her breasts were pushed up and in with just the top edge of her areolae exposed by the corset. Her fair skin contrasted beautifully with the indigo of the corset. I panned down quickly, her waist narrowed by the garment, making her hips flare even more.

The blue of the corset gave way to the fair hue of her skin, with only two elastic strips of blue running along the fronts of her thighs before gripping the top edge of the translucent black stockings. The stockings were a beautiful complement to the black triangle of hair between her white thighs.

I sat there quietly, in awe of the sight before me. "I take it you like it," she giggled.

"Holy fuck, Dawn," I muttered.

"But you haven't even seen the best part yet." She smoothly pivoted on her stockinged toes and I realized how right she was. "See?"

The corset cinched her waist a little and was held together by a black lace up the center of the back. But that's not what drew my attention. She knew what would. With her waist cinched and her stockings held up to the middle of her thighs, the pattern only broken by the two blue belts that ran from the corset to the stockings, her ass popped out, full and round.

She slapped her own ass lightly, saying, "I told you. Look at that ass. I bet you want to stick all kinds of things in there, huh?"

"You have no idea."

"Well, then, why don't you give me an idea?" She leaned forward a little and stuck her hips back, wiggling her butt at me. I could barely see the black fur peek beneath her thighs and her ass was too full to see her backdoor, but I knew well enough it was there and waiting for me.

"I want to slick a finger with your juices and press it into your ass."

"Mmm. Is that all? Your finger?"

"No. I want to add another finger and another as I eat your pussy."

"You like the taste of my pussy?" she asked.

"You know I do. I love it."

"What else?"

"I want to lick you to orgasm while I fuck your ass with my fingers, and then lick your asshole until you come again."

"You really know how to sweet talk a girl. But is that all you want to do?"

"Not even close. I want to fuck your pussy until you come all over me, splattering my thighs and stomach with your orgasm."

She moaned, her eyes closing as she imagined.

"Are you going to come in my pussy?"

"No."

"No?"

"No. Once you come on me, I'm going to pull my dick out of your dripping pussy and force it into your perfect ass."

"Oh, no. Won't that hurt?" She sounded like a scared kitten.

"At first. But you're such a whore for my cock that you'll get off on it."

"I will. Fuck, you know I will." She sounded like she was about to have an orgasm already. It was then that I noticed her fingers sliding back along her pussy, then disappearing again as she masturbated right in front of me.

"Dawn?"

"Mm-hmm?"

"If you're going to do that, you should at least turn around so I can watch you."

"But you're my brother," she argued innocently, looking over her shoulder.

"All the more reason."

"It's not right for my brother to watch me touch myself."

I stood. "You're right," I said as I stepped behind her. I reached down and covered her hand with my own. I whispered in her ear. "You shouldn't touch yourself when I can do it for you." She gasped when my fingers extended beyond hers and ran back along her wet pussy. "You're dripping for my touch, aren't you?"

"Mm-hmm." She nodded, her eyes closed, head turned toward me.

I slipped my middle finger up inside her as I cupped her mound. She moaned and I kissed her. As our tongues danced languidly, my palm glided over her wet clit as my finger slid in and out shallowly. I pressed my swollen erection against her as my other hand cupped her breast and pinched her nipple. I wanted her. To be inside her, to taste her, to feel her wet embrace around my cock. I wanted to release my seed into her belly and to let her feel my excitement as it drained into her.

My sister whimpered into my mouth, her breath escaping her nose in puffs as we worked together to bring her to climax. I felt her hot arousal running down my fingers and filling my palm. Her nipples were like pebbles between my fingers and the fullness of her ass pressed hard against the fullness of my dick. She obviously resisted touching my groin, though for what reason I could not tell. She gripped at my hip and ass, pulling me into her and her other hand maintained trapped against her mound, aiding in her own pleasure.

She flinched against me and her tongue stilled, though her mouth remained opened. Her abdomen twitched, her hips lurching slightly as her vaginal walls clinched on my finger repeatedly. After a few seconds she relaxed against me and I pulled my hands from her, gently tracing the curve of her hips. My right hand was wet, tracing her own juices around to her hips. She remained pressed against me as she turned and we kissed again. My hands lifted her globes, squeezing her to me and bringing a moan from her throat. Her hands around my waist quickly lowered to my own ass over the red trunks. I pressed forward against her stomach before she pulled away and looked down.

"I wish my new camera was already charged and working," she said. "You look so hot right now."

"Soon," I said with a smile. "Tonight I just want to enjoy you. I know that the way you look right now will be forever burned in my brain."

"You're sweet," she whispered before kissing me again. She ran her hand along the bulge in my underwear. "Speaking of sweet," she smiled, lowering herself to her knees in front of me. Her eyes never left mine until she curled her fingers into the waistband and pulled the trunks down. At that point she looked directly at the instrument of her desire and bit her bottom lip. She pressed my shaft against my stomach and buried her nose at the base, closing her eyes as she inhaled. "I can't explain it," she said, "But I even love the way you smell. Clean, but also manly." I knew what she was talking about, because even when she was freshly showered or bathed, her pubic hair had a certain musky smell that was tied directly to her femininity. I never thought about myself having something similar, but I just counted it up to pheromones. Either way, I was pleased that she was pleased.

Her fingers wrapped around me lightly and gently stroked up to the head and back. She stroked again, this time sucking a ball into her mouth and licking gently on it with a moan.

"Oh, god," I groaned quietly, unable to contain it. It felt incredible. I looked down at her and she released me before repeating it with the other one, her hand still lightly stroking me. With her free hand she gripped the front of my thigh. Her touch felt amazing, her desire apparent.

"I want to suck you, but I know you have other plans for tonight and I don't know if we should drag this out," she pouted, kissing along the bottom of my shaft.

"Just a little, then. I love your mouth on me."

"And I love you in my mouth." With that she licked along the underside up to the head and rolled her head forward, engulfing me until I nudged at her throat. She pulled back slowly and I saw a glossy sheen on my shaft as she retreated. She again pushed forward and took me into her mouth. She worked on me, relaxed, for only a couple of minutes. It was enough for us both to enjoy it, but not enough to bring me anywhere close to the edge.

Dawn stood and kissed me and then walked past me and crawled onto my bed, centering on the blanket. "Soft," she said, running her fingers over the purple microfiber. Planting her hands firmly on the bed, she wiggled her hips at me. Her little pink sphincter winked at me, above her dripping pink flower, open and waiting. Dawn looked at me over her shoulder without saying a word.

Needing no further invitation I moved onto the bed and settled in behind her. She dropped her hips back and pressed forward, leaning into her. My thick head and shaft eased into her as we both sighed at the connection. She pulled forward as I pulled back and we again pushed toward each other until I was completely buried. My sister reached under herself and pressed my sac against her clit with her fingers.

"You're so tight, babe."

"That's because I don't want you to leave."

"Never."

"Come on, Trav, fuck me." Her voice was even, pleading.

I smiled and gripped her soft hips, withdrawing again before pressing back into her. I watched our union as I increased my pace and I was surprised to see that as I moved in her, that her secretions became more white and creamy, like a lotion. She was frothing as I drilled into her. Her face was buried in my pillow, hiding her groans and her pleas to make her come.

It wasn't long before she came on me, dripping onto the blanket and wetting my cock with her creamy release. I paused only a second to wipe my finger through the ring of white at the base of my cock and smearing it on her anal ring. She yelped at my touch and I did it again. She picked her head up off the pillow and looked over her shoulder with a leer. "You keeping your promise?" she asked, bumping back against me in a smooth, steady rhythm.

I pressed my index finger into her, forcing her eyes wide. "Just getting you loosened up."

"Good. I missed it." Her flesh rippled with each impact and I soon added another finger, thrusting two creamy fingers into her as she slammed back against my prick and hand. I continued to lubricate her ring with her own excitement, using my other hand to wipe down her sphincter so I wouldn't have to take my fingers out of her. "Are you ready?" she asked with a wicked grin.

"More than," I sighed.

"Lie down! Quick!" She pulled forward, letting me pop free. As my erection sprung from her, it slung a dollop of cream from my cock, which landed on her ass cheek after being suspended a few inches in the air for a moment. I quickly dropped onto my back and watched my sister turn around as she wiped her pussy from front to back and then gripped my cock tightly, gathering her own cream and wiping it across her rosebud as well. She straddled my waist, feet flat on the bed, and leaned back onto her hands.

"Hold it up for me," she breathed. I did, excited about what I was about to see and feel. She lowered herself and made the adjustment so that her asshole was pressing onto my cockhead. She quickly lowered onto me, effortlessly taking all of me into her. "Oh, shiiiiiiittt! Fuck, that's big!"

"Fucking tight ass!" I grunted.

"Your sister's tight fucking ass!"

Her ass rested on my groin, her thighs spread, and her pussy flowered open. Her black pubic hair was matted with her creamy release and she had a look of pure lust as she looked down at me. She raised up, her thighs flexing, until only the head was in her, then dropped back onto me. Again and again she used my erection for her own pleasure, her head thrown back, knowing neither of us would last long. I knew I was close and could tell by the convulsing of her pussy and the clinching of her ass that she was right there with me.

I grunted as I held her tight against me and blasted her bowels with my seed. I grunted with each blast and her hand landed on her clit, rubbing it furiously and whining to the ceiling as her nipples danced through her convulsions. We were both slick with perspiration. Dawn eased back off of me and I leaked out of her onto the blanket, creating a creamy pool of pearl on the royal purple of our sex blanket. She grabbed the corner of the blanket and wiped her pussy and ass on it, then grabbed the opposing corner and wiped off my cock and balls.

"Do you want to clean up?" she asked, settling in next to me.

"Huh-uh," I said. "I want to smell you on me all night."

"That could be bad news," she said, her finger tracing patterns on my chest.

"How so?"

"If you smell me, you'll want me, and then one of us will have to risk getting caught trying to sneak into the other's room. It's just a whole thing I don't want to risk."

"Then don't," I said. "Stay here. Put on your pajamas. It was late, we were exchanging presents and we fell asleep talking."

"Ha ha," she mocked.

"I'm serious, Dawn," I said, sitting up. "Grab your camera and you've already got your ring on. Just stay. Please."

"Do you really think so?" she asked, sitting up beside me excitedly.

"If mom or dad catch us, we can just apologize. We'll also be able to gauge their suspicions. If they don't think anything of it this time. . ."

"Then maybe if they catch us in the same bed some morning—"

"It will just be an occasional thing," I shrugged.

"Let's try it!" She planted a kiss on my lips excitedly before bouncing off the bed and wrapping herself in my robe.

I gathered the blanket, wrapping the wet spots on the inside, and stuck it in my hamper. I pulled on my lounge pants and t-shirt and soon enough, Dawn returned dressed much the same. She hung my robe on the door, placed her camera on the floor by the bed and slid in next to me. She kissed me again and settled in on "her side" of the bed. Under the covers she held my hand and my thumb grazed over her ring.

"Travis?" my mom asked. A little louder and a shake on my shoulder. "Travis?"

"Yeah?" I awoke to a brighter room and my mom on the side of my bed, her hand on my shoulder.

"Why is Dawn in your bed?"

"I guess we fell asleep," I said groggily, sitting up and scooting back toward the headboard. I looked over at my sister, who appeared dead to the world, her black hair covering half her face. "We exchanged gifts last night and got to talking. Look," I said, pointing to my desk. "She got me a hard drive for school."

Mom's smile lit up her face. "Did you give her. . .?" she nodded and raised her eyebrows as if she didn't want to say it, just in case.

"Yeah," I smiled, and pointed at Dawn's hand, which was now lying across her chest on top of the comforter.

"Did she like it?" she asked.

"She loved it," Dawn whispered before I could answer, stretching her arm over her head. She held her hand out as she sat up.

"Morning," I said. She smiled in return.

Mom took Dawn's hand. "It looks so beautiful on you," she admired. "That was a great choice, Travis."

"I think so, too," said Dawn. "I have the best brother in the world." She hugged me around the waist and buried her head in my chest, causing me to wrap my arm around her shoulder and causing our mother to smile.

"Well, it does my heart good to see how much you two still love each other," she said, patting my knee as she stood to leave. "Merry Christmas, you too. I'm going to get started on breakfast."

"I'll be down to help in a minute," Dawn offered as mom rounded the corner into the hallway. Dawn turned to me and whispered, "I really do have the best brother in the world." She kissed me and then whispered in my ear. "Every part of me thinks so."

I twitched at her words and she giggled as she got up to leave.

I swung my feet to the floor as I got up to have family breakfast.

"Merry Christmas to me."