The Break of Dawn

"I'd like that."

She smiled and reached forward again. Her face was etched in. . . I don't know. . . concentration? Dawn looked to be inspecting me. The skin on my dick was slightly pinker, every artery and vein visible. My hair was trimmed short, my balls and shaft bare (something one of my exes, Erica, helped me with before rewarding me generously in return; I've just never wanted to let it grow back, the smoothness of the skin and the enhanced appearance appealing to me very much.), and when Dawn's tiny hand finally wrapped gently around my shaft, I sighed in pleasure.

"So heavy," she said. She looked up at me and smiled. "And thick."

I stroked her head once and as I brought my hand down the side, she closed her eyes and nuzzled her cheek into my palm. I knelt down in front of her and kissed her gently. She again leaned in to kiss me, this time licking along my upper lip. I returned her kiss and stroked along her thighs, sliding them up along her hips and back around front to eventually cover her breasts. She gasped around my tongue.

"Your breasts are gorgeous, Dawn. Just like your ass. And the rest of you."

"You really think so?"

"Mm-hmm. I really think so." I pinched her nipples lightly, bringing a squeal. Her forehead rested against mine and she again grabbed my erection, her other hand squeezing my shoulder up by my neck.

"You're beautiful, too, Trav." She stroked me slowly, twisting as she pulled. "You're dripping," she said, looking me in the eye. We both looked down and watched her hand, slick with my pre-cum, slide along my length, creating a matted sheen on the shaft and head.

"Your hand feels so good," I said. "I won't last long if you keep that up." She took her hand away.

"I don't want that." She took my hand and scooted forward a little on the couch so that just her ass was on the edge, and she put my hand to her pussy. Her lips were splayed open, wet, reaching through her sparse black hair to greet me, welcoming me. She cooed at my touch and my cock twitched.

"You're so wet," I breathed, amazed at how slick she was.

"I know," she whined as I rubbed her with my fingers. "I can't help it."

"I love it." I couldn't help myself, so I bent down and took a nipple into my mouth.

"OH!" she yelped, squeezing the base of my neck again. "Oh, my god!" She continued to moan and whimper as I sucked and licked at her breasts and nipples while I rubbed her lips. I curled my middle and ring fingers upward and pressed into her as she rocked her hips against my hand. I gripped the side of her hip, the soft flesh so feminine in my hand. My sister continued to rock against my fingers, her forehead now buried against my shoulder as I whispered in her ear.

"You're so sexy, Dawn, the way you move, the noises you make when you're turned on, the way your tiny hand grips my cock. . ."

"Faster," she breathed. I picked up the pace of my fingers thrusting into her.

"You're so fucking hot, Dawn." Her head snapped up and we looked each other in the eye. Her eyes were ablaze with passion; I'd never seen anything like it from her before. Hell, I don't think I'd ever seen anything like it from anyone before. She forced her tongue into my mouth, her hand on my cock again and her other hand pinching her own nipples.

"Oh, fuck!" she whined into my mouth before pulling away slightly. Her eyes pinched shut and her pussy clamped around my fingers. "AAAAAAAaaah!" she cried. The scream caught in her throat, her entire body tense and her mouth opened in a scream that wouldn't come. She had a death grip on my cock, but refused to move at all. It was uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt. Her body and hand relaxed after a few seconds and she collapsed backward onto the couch.

I looked down and my hand was soaked. This was the first time I had actually had a good look at my sister's pussy. It was beautiful. The lips were full and long, a bright pink, slick and shiny with her arousal, surrounded by a thin thatch of black hair. Her full cheeks created a welcoming support beneath and where her thighs met her ass, the inner, bottom edge of the globes were clearly defined, soft and white as they floated in the air at the edge of the little hotel couch.

"Oh, wow," breathed Dawn. "That was intense."

I leaned over her and kissed her gently on the lips as I ran my hand fingers lightly up her thigh. "There's plenty more," I whispered. "I want to give you as much pleasure as you can handle."

She laughed. "I'm usually done after one."

"Why is that?" I asked.

She kind of shrugged and looked away. "I don't know. It's all I need."

By this time my hand had made it to her mound and I twirled my fingers in her tuft. "I think we can do better than one."

"No, that's okay. Let's take care of you." She started to sit up, but I pulled away.

"Nope. I'm not done yet." I kissed my way down her body as I talked. "I want you to know what you can have [kiss]. What you can feel [kiss]. What true sexual pleasure is [kiss on the mound]." I looked up at her and she was looking down her body at me as I hovered over her wet pink. I planted a kiss just above her clitoris and she gasped lightly.

"No one's ever. . ."

I flicked her clit with my tongue.

"OH!" she yelped, her eyes wide.

"Watch me," I said quietly. "Watch me eat you." She nodded and I took her labia into my mouth and sucked on them. She mumbled something with a furrowed brow. I pulled away, her lips still trapped, and her eyes grew wide as she watched and felt her lips being stretched away from her body with my lips. They slipped free and I chased them back, this time using the flat of my tongue to make a long swipe from the bottom of her pussy up to the clitoral hood, which I gently sucked on before repeating it a few more times.

"Oh, my god," she whined, starting to relax and enjoy it. "I never knew it would feel that good."

I pressed my face against her pussy and moaned in my own pleasure, knowing it was vibrating through her. She moaned in response and I stuck my tongue into her and tried to lick her walls inside. As I ate her pussy, varying my technique, she rolled her hips and grabbed the back of my head, constantly whining or groaning or whimpering or cursing. After a few minutes, she pulled my head firmly into her and came, trickling into my mouth. I quickly moved to her clit and lightly circled it with my tongue, burying my two fingers back into her, fucking her with them while I flicked at her clit with my tongue. It didn't take her long to come again, clamping around my fingers as she had the first time I buried them inside her.

I withdrew my fingers and slid up to kiss her again. As we kissed, she moaned and pulled back, licking her lips. "That's what I taste like?"

"Mm-hmm. You're delicious."

She giggled, "I wouldn't call it delicious."

"I wouldn't order a glass of it off a menu," I said with a smile, "But in the context, you look and smell and taste amazing. I could spend all day down there." I moved down to make my point, but she quickly stopped me with a laugh.

"I believe you," she said. She sat up and made room for me. She pulled the blanket up off the floor and lay her head back on my lap, covering herself and my legs. I stroked her hair as she spoke. "I've never had a boyfriend want to do that for me." She sounded sad. "I thought sex was what you did with someone you loved. . . well, thought you loved, and it was supposed to make the relationship stronger. No one has done for me what you've done just in one night." She turned her head to look up at me. "Thank you," she smiled.

"The night's not over yet," I grinned, wriggling my eyebrows. She smiled and then got a worried look on her face.

"Oh, my god!" she cried. "I'm blue-balling you!"

"No, no! Relax. I can wait. I would love to do. . . god, all kinds of things with you, but I don't want to take advantage of you and I want you to enjoy yourself. Worst comes to worst and I can take care of it myself. After spending tonight with you, I'm going to come huge anyway."

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah! I told you, you're beautiful, sexy as hell, great body, and now that I've tasted you and watched you come? I'm all kinds of worked up."

"So you're going to have a big one, huh?" she said, sitting up and kneeling on the couch. She reached forward and stroked my rock hard, dripping cock.

"At least one."

"At least?" she asked, surprised.

"I can almost always do two, and usually three. If I'm worked up enough."

"Are you worked up enough?" she asked seductively.

"Definitely. The first one's going to be quick, but it will take the edge off. After that I'll have more control."

The stroking of her hands and the sway of her breasts as she gently and slowly jacked me off was gradually building me to what I knew would be a massive release. I dropped my head back onto the couch and sighed at her touch. She scooted forward just a little so that her knees were barely touching my thigh. My eyes were closed, just enjoying the touch. I felt her hot breath on my ear. She kissed it lightly.

"How many loads do you think I can get?"

"Probably three," I said quietly.

"Three's good," she sighed. "Four's better."

"Four?!"

"What, you don't think you can give four loads to your adoring sister, who is. . ." she looked at the ceiling with her finger on her chin, "How did you put it? Sexy as hell?"

"I don't know," I said.

"Tell you what. Let's get this first one out of the way now since I know you're so close." She reached her other hand down and two-fisted me, twisting her hands in opposite directions as she stroked my shaft, rubbing over the ridge on every pass. In literally less than a minute, my toes curled and a fire burst in my belly. My rectum clinched up and my hips involuntarily thrust up off the couch. Dawn squealed when my seed exploded out the end of my prick, launching several streams into the air before splattering on my chest, stomach and legs, as well as her arms before the final dribbles rolled down my shaft and over her fingers.

"Holy shit," I sighed, coming down from a head rush. "Damn, Dawn, where did you learn to do that?"

"Do you really want to know?" she laughed.

"You're right. Who cares?" I smiled at her. I looked down at myself and noticed I was covered in my own cum. Dawn looked at her hands and giggled as she played with the pearly cream on her fingers.

"That was a lot of cum." She stood from the couch and walked to the bathroom where she ran some water and returned with a wet washcloth. She had apparently already cleaned her own hands and arms, and she used the warm cloth to clean me up. It felt nice and I sighed at her touch.

Dawn returned the washcloth to the bathroom and knelt between my legs, placing her hands on my thighs. "That's one," she said. "Are you ready for number two?"

"Don't I get to rest?"

"Do you need to?"

"I don't know."

"I'll let you rest after this one." She stroked my thighs and looked me up and down from my face to my crotch. "God, you're hot," she breathed. "And your prick is perfect."

"Perfect?" I asked skeptically.

She looked me in the eye. "Perfect." She stroked it lightly. "It's thick and long and hard, defined by veins, with a big head." I pulsed in her hand at her description. She giggled. "Flex it again for me." I did and she squeezed the base tightly, causing the veins to stand out in bold relief, the shaft swollen and the head a little larger and harder as it began to turn purple. "Look at that," she breathed. She looked me in the eye again. "Perfect."

"You know the only reason I'm this hard is because of you." She loosened her grip a little, smiled, and looked down shyly. "Look at me," I said. She did. "You're the most beautiful woman I know, and now tonight," I shook my head in disbelief, "I don't know that anyone could ever compare to your beauty."

"I'm already naked," she giggled. "You don't have to sweet talk me."

I laughed with her and reached forward to stroke her cheek. "I know, but I really am serious. Can I confess something to you?"

"Sure," she said, still languidly stroking me.

"You know I've always loved you as a sister." She nodded. "For the last couple of years, I've found myself. . . how do I say this?" I paused, trying to find the right words. "I've been jealous of your boyfriends."

"What? Why?"

"Because I imagined what you would do with them. You know, the kissing and touching. I didn't mean to feel that way," I defended. "It just happened."

She smiled and tilted her head. "I had a feeling."

"Was I that obvious?" I was worried that maybe others had picked up on it.

"No, but I recognized it."

"How?"

"Let me put it to you this way: I'm naked between your knees, jerking you off in a hotel room. Do you really think this is a sudden event because you said I had a nice ass?"

"You mean. . .? When. . .?" I shook my head, at a loss for words.

She sighed and looked at my erection, which she continued to gently stimulate me. "I'm sure you remember losing your virginity to Cicely Berfield after Jenna's 16th birthday party?"

"Of course."

"Well, when you told me about it that night, I was really jealous. At first I thought I was mad because I was still a virgin and you weren't, like that we were twins, but you lost your virginity first. It didn't take me long to realize that the animosity I felt toward Cicely wasn't because I thought she was a slut; it was because I was jealous of her. She got to make love to you and I didn't."

"That was almost two years ago," I said quietly.

"I know, and that was not too far off from when my own love life picked up."

"Oh, my god, you're right. About three months later you lost your virginity to Jess Garvin."

"Oh, god that was awful," she laughed, dropping her forehead to my knee. I laughed with her.

"So we've just been fucking other people when what we really wanted—"

"Is right here," she cut me off, nodding. She looked at my cock. "Right. Here." She kissed the head and I jerked.

"Shit, Dawn!"

"Mmm," she moaned as she slid her lips down over the head, one hand stroking my shaft and the other cupping my balls. She lifted up and said. "This is the only cock I want. I've wanted this for a long time, and now I know for sure that we've wanted the same thing. Now, just sit back and let your sister suck your dick." I pulsed when she said that, but she immediately engulfed most of me in her hot, wet mouth.

It felt amazing and I couldn't help but groan and curse at her effort. She had done this before, I was certain and I could easily have been jealous over the guys she had perfected her technique on, but instead I relished in the fact that she was on my dick now, the hard, throbbing cock of her twin brother, and she had told me in no uncertain terms that she had wanted me as much as I have wanted her. "God, you're good, Dawn."

"Already?" she giggled. "I'm just trying to get used to it. Wait till I get going." She looked me in the eye as she pushed a thick, clear stream of spit from between her lips and rolled down her chin and over the swollen head of my cock, which rested just against the tip of her chin. She smiled a sloppy smile while her fist rolled over the head and smeared her droll over my head and shaft. "Here we go." She tilted her head down and shoved her mouth down until I could feel her throat opening against my head. I gasped at the sensation as no one had ever attempted this with me. Every other girl had given what felt like an obligatory blowjob and there was barely any interest in it. Dawn's lips stretched around me and she kept her fingers circled around the base until her lips touched them, at which point she pulled back quickly to the head.

"Holy fuck," I groaned. My sister giggled around me, apparently enjoying my fascination at her efforts. She again engulfed me and again she embraced me with her throat muscles. She used every technique I could think of, licking and sucking and swallowing and jerking and even using her tongue to massage everything from my balls to the ureter. I was most surprised when she circled my anus with a slick finger. I was surprised for two reasons: first, it surprised me that my sister would do that, or even thought about; second, it actually felt really good. I didn't know that I would enjoy that as much as I liked to think women would. After all, the one reason I was able to convince two of my girlfriends to try anal sex we because I told them it was supposed to feel both good and naughty. While I enjoyed the feeling of being held tight in their backdoors, neither of them were especially thrilled with the result. For some reason, I didn't think that MY anal anatomy was the same as that of a woman, although in reality it is: same nerve bundle, same muscle structure, so why not the same sensations?

Dawn never pushed in, but she only circled as she continued to give me a wet, drooling blowjob, her spit rolling down over my balls. I couldn't take it anymore. I quickly pulled her up under her arm, crying, "Get up!"

As she scrambled to her feet, startled, she cried out, "You still owe me three more! I'm supposed to swallow this one!"

"Oh, you're going to swallow it," I answered as I ripped the covers off the bed and yanked the sheet and blanket back, the pillows falling askew. Dawn immediately bounced on the bed on her knees, giggling and I quickly climbed over to her, grabbing her ass and forcing my tongue into her hot mouth. Her lips and face were sloppy with drool and we kissed passionately for just a minute before I flopped onto my back. My sister immediately engulfed me into her mouth again, but I smacked her full ass and she squealed before looking up at me with a smile. "Up here," I said, pulling on her hip. Her eyes lit up.

"I've never done a sixty-nine," she said excitedly.

"Well, I have to taste you and I'm getting close to that second load."

She climbed over my face enthusiastically and I reveled in the site of her bright pink pussy, open before me, framed in her sparse black hair. Her pale pink rosebud was right above it and I remembered how she had reacted when I had inserted my fingertip just a while ago when she showed me her ass for the first time. That full, round ass was now situated right above my face and I was enamored. Hell, this whole situation was outrageous.

I snapped back to my present reality when my cock slid quickly into a hot, slick space and I realized that I had a promise to keep. Reaching around my sister's hips, I squeezed her ass and took a long lick from her clit to the bottom of her pussy. She moaned around me in response. Her head and hand moved faster and her hips rolled and flinched as I worked.

It wasn't long before I licked up to her rosebud and circled it with the tip of my tongue. "Oh, my god," she squealed, dropping her head to my thigh, still stroking me with her hand. "Do that again." I did and she moaned. From that point on I spent most of my time on her pussy, but would lick up to and around her ass in intervals. As she began to get close to her orgasm, calling out a warning, I focused on her clit, but quickly and smoothly pressed my index finger into her ass up to the second knuckle.

"OH, FUCK!" she cried in release, and pressed her pussy down onto my mouth. I didn't let up. As her orgasm began to subside, I continued to lick her pussy while I gently fingered her asshole. Dawn, meanwhile redoubled her efforts on me, which was good for me, because I really needed to come. She had a firm grip around the base of my shaft and stroked it in time with her mouth, which had a hard suction working in tandem with an eager tongue.

"Dawn, baby!"

"Do it! Come in my mouth!" she panted before taking me back in. Just as she demanded, my balls drew up, my ass clenched up, and my cum shot up. Straight into her mouth I exploded, feeling jolts and tingles from my head to my toes, the nerves in my cockhead sending signals to the rest of my body as to what was transpiring on the front. Blast after blast lurched into my sister's mouth and I could feel her swallowing it. I was already so wet down there from her drool, that I had no way of knowing if any of it escaped her lips. "Mmmmmm," she moaned quietly, cleaning me with her mouth and tongue.