Naughty Bits, p.1
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By Selena Kitt
If my mum and dad found out about my collection of porn in the shed, I knew they’d both kick-off and I’d be sleeping under a bench in the Underground, buying papers to keep me warm—instead of buying them like I was now, looking for a job. As it was, they were on at me to find something, and fast. I didn’t get why I had to figure it all out, what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. What was the rush?
My sister, Dawn, got to preen around the health club at her summer job. So why was I supposed to find something “responsible?” Dawn had been living at home since she finished school, aside from a couple of disastrous attempts at living with a roommate that my parents had ended up paying more for in the long run, anyway.
My parents made all sorts of exceptions for her. I had hoped that her laziness, or as my mother put it, her “lack of focus,” might pave the way for me to spend some time loafing off after I finished school, too, but no—apparently, Dawn got the welcome mat, but I got threatened with the boot. I didn’t get it.
I shut the back door and looked up at the sky. We didn’t get days like this in Surrey very often—so bright and blue and clear. We spent most of our time walking around in the usual London grey, looking at a hazy kind of film over the sun. Days like today made me remember being a kid, endless summers with no responsibilities, no cares, no worries. So much for that, I thought, flopping the paper down on the patio table and glaring at it.
I sat in one of the folding chairs and took a highlighter out of my pocket. The first thing I circled was a construction company. Maybe I could find something working outside—get a tan, build some muscle. That might lead to getting a girlfriend, I thought hopefully. That got me to thinking about Julie Entwistle, the girl rumoured to wear nothing under her skirts in sixth form. She sat right next to me in English, but I never did see anything—not that I didn’t try. For a girl who was supposed to be a slag, she sure kept her legs together a lot.
Thinking about Julie’s skirt, and more importantly, what might be found under her skirt, made my jeans uncomfortably tight. I shifted in the chair, shoving at my crotch and turning the page of the newspaper, re-focusing my efforts. The ad that caught my eye read: Exotic dancers wanted to perform at private, solo, and bachelor parties... I snorted—so much for trying to focus. Now my cock was officially hard. I glanced over at the shed, thinking of the boards my dad stored in there that “might come in handy” some day. They came in handy for hiding my porn collection.
I folded the paper up and tucked it under my arm, heading toward the shed. My dad’s toolbox doubled as a step stool and was perfect for sitting on. I dug under the boards, pulling out my meagre collection. Two Playboys and a Penthouse, although the latter was a “Letters” edition, and the stories were pretty hot. The last one was my favourite, a magazine called Naughty Bits, which was way more hardcore than the others. I’d never seen another one before or since, although believe me, I’d looked.
I opened it up to my favourite page, and there she was. Blonde, although clearly dyed because her pubes were dark, a full-breasted and full-bodied girl—really unusual for most spreads nowadays where the models were like stick figures. This woman was, well... a woman.
The next best part was the layout itself—a girl all alone on her bed looking at porn. Did girls do that? I loved how she rolled over and spread her legs, revealing that there was nothing under her skirt. She started masturbating, and would you look at that, next page, here comes her brother. Probably it was her boyfriend, but I had this fantasy in my head that it was her brother. And the next thing you know, she’s sucking him off. God, how I wished it was that easy. Hi there, whoops, didn’t mean to interrupt, but since I’m here, zzziiiip, flop, here’s this hard cock you can suck...
I unzipped my jeans and tugged them down a little, slipping my hand into my boxers. Nowhere near as big as the guy positioning his cock at her pink little hole (I loved that picture, her fingers spreading herself open for him like that. Gah! Did girls do that?) but respectable enough—nice and thick, and most definitely stiff. She did it for me, every time. I started masturbating, my eyes skipping from the wet pink of her cunt to her thick, dark pink nipples. I spent some time there, wanking away and staring at the slit between her legs. She spread it open with both hands, and there was a little hole there, right where I wanted to slide my cock, a small dark hollow leading to heaven.
I got myself good and worked up before starting to turn the next page, because it was my favourite, and it was the image I always came to—her arse up in the air, his cum sliding down her arsehole and cunt. I was looking forward to that image, still staring between her legs. I only stopped for a moment, breathless, to turn the page, and I saw something that made my cock jump and my heart race. There was writing in the margin, near the page number. An arrow toward the girl (God, look how that thick cum slid down that pink slit!) and the words, “She looks like me.”
That was Dawn’s handwriting—the fat, curly letters, the heart over the “i.” My sister had been looking at my porn? Why, I wondered? If she wanted to get me in trouble, she could have taken it to my mum. Instead, she just wrote in the margins. And what she’d written! I flushed. I knew the girl looked remarkably like my sister—the dyed blonde hair, the full body, the mischievous eyes, the slanted smile—that was Dawn. Was she just making an observation? Was she implying that I lusted after her?
I didn’t have any more time to think about it. Someone was knocking on the shed door! I stood, tucking my cock back in and zipping up, shoving the magazines back under the pile of boards.
“David!” It was Dawn. Of course, who else? My parents wouldn’t be home for hours—it was only ten in the morning.
“What?” I called, trying to sound impatient. I tucked my paper back under my arm, grabbed a can of insect spray off the shelf and opened the door.
She was standing there in a white bikini, the flesh of her breasts spilling over the top. My cock, with barely enough chance to wane as it was, jumped to life again at the sight.
“Jesus, Dawn!” I made a face. “Put some clothes on.”
“It’s gonna be sunny and warm all day.” She put her hands on her hips and drew my eyes there. “I’m spending my time catching rays!”
“Whatever.” I stepped out of the shed into the fresh air.
“What were you doing in there?” She smirked, peering into the dim shed.
I waved the insect repellant at her. “Big-arse spider out on the patio table.”
“Sure there was.” She moved toward the lounge chair where she had spread a towel. How long had she been out here, I
I put the can on the table. “There was. It’s obviously crawled off somewhere. Maybe it’s on your lounge chair.”
She stuck her tongue out at me. “Quit being such a pain in the arse. I’m in a good mood and you’re not going to spoil it.”
Dawn positioned her chair, looking up toward the sun as she did, and then crawled on. Her bikini bottoms rode up between her cheeks and I flashed on the picture in Naughty Bits that I’d found the writing on—her arse up in the air, cum sliding down her slit. I sat down at the table, putting the paper in my lap to cover my erection.
“What’s got you so perky?” I scowled.
She was lying on her back, now, and she lifted her sunglasses to look at me. “It’s my first day on holiday, you git! Two whole weeks off work!”
I turned my chair away from her, opening my paper back up. My cock was still throbbing and watching her oil herself up out of the corner of my eye wasn’t helping. She was slathering lotion all over, rubbing it into the creases, even between her toes. I could smell the stuff, like coconuts, as if a tropical smell was supposed to make you turn darker.
“You find anything in there yet?” She dropped the lotion next to her chair and leaned back. Her breasts jiggled in the white bikini top when she did, and I couldn’t help watching. Seeing real flesh move was different from looking at a picture in a magazine. I found myself wondering what it would feel like to touch her there, just the top of her breast, all shiny from the oil. I flushed.
“No.” I turned my eyes back to the paper. “There’s nothing out there.”
“Well, mum and dad won’t let you scrounge off them forever, you know.” She threw an arm up over her head.
“Sod off!” I rolled my eyes. “I’m not the one who’s still living with my parents at twenty-five.”
I stood up, deciding to go into the house. Maybe take another shower. I felt hot and sweaty, although it wasn’t really that warm out here, yet.
“Hey.” Dawn lifted her sunglasses again. Her eyes were soft, and so was her smile. “You wanna do something for me?”
“If it involves lotion and your back, forget it.” I reached for the back door. “I’m your brother, remember?”
She stuck her tongue out. “If you’re going in the house... maybe you could bring out one of dad’s bottles of wine?”
I raised my eyebrows at her. “The good stuff?”
“Yeah.” She grinned. “Why not? Let’s celebrate my holiday. You’re eighteen now.”
I opened the door, heading into the house. The kitchen was to the right, and I threw the paper on the table, squatting down in front of the wine rack. I found a bottle of dad’s favourite wine. It was almost full, but had been uncorked. I grabbed it, turning back to the door. Dawn was adjusting her straps when I looked out, lifting her breasts as she did. I sighed, going out.
“Here.” I put the bottle next to her chair.
“Ta,” she smiled. I turned to go and she grabbed my arm, lowering her voice. “Come on, David. Don’t be mean. Stay and keep me company. Pull up a chair and soak up some sun.”
I pulled a lounge chair over next to hers and adjusted it. From this vantage point, I didn’t have to worry about her seeing where my eyes were going—and they were running—up and down the lengths of her legs, over her full hips and soft belly, toward the rise of her breasts. They lingered there, watching her breathe, and my cock felt like it was going to burst. I was going to have to take a very long shower.
She picked up the bottle, uncorking it. “No glasses?” She turned to smile at me.
I shrugged. “You want me to go get some?”
“I don’t have the lurgy.” She took a swig and held the bottle out to me. “Here.”
I grabbed the bottle and took a taste, making a face. I wasn’t much of a drinker—the stuff tasted awful. I handed it back to her.
“Aren’t you hot?” she asked. “Why don’t you strip down to your pants?”
I flushed. If I stripped, she might see my erection. She slid her sunglasses down her nose, raising her eyebrows.
“Come on, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before you know.”
I shrugged, unbuttoning my shirt and tossing it over on the table. I stood to undo my jeans, and I saw Dawn’s eyes move to my crotch as she took another swig of wine. She handed it to me, and I took a long swallow, my eyes burning. I took my time, willing my cock into submission. It partially worked. I pushed my jeans down my hips, stepping out of them and laying back on the lounger wearing just my boxers.
She handed me the wine again, and I drank some more, starting to feel the effects already. My head felt lighter.
“So do you have any interviews?” She took another drink from the wine bottle and passed it.
“I had one.” I took a swig. I was getting used to the taste. “But it was some insurance thing. It was all a bit dodgy.”
“Can we change the subject?” I glowered at the wine bottle as I held it up to my lips. It glittered in the sun. “I’m tired of talking about ‘my future.’”
She cocked her head at me, frowning. “Poor little bit.” She sighed. “Being grown-up sucks.”
“Wish someone would have told me.” I shaded my eyes against the sun. It was really bright. “I thought it was gonna be crackin’, you know, getting to do whatever you want...”
She laughed. “I wish.” She handed me the bottle again. “I know you’ll find something. You just have to keep at it.”
I snorted. “You sound just like mum. ‘You need to try harder, David.’”
“Let’s change the subject,” she agreed. “Let’s talk about sex.”
I choked on the wine going down my throat, some of it dribbling onto my chin. “Not the conversation I need to be having with my sister. Let’s talk about me finding a bloody job, alright?”
“Have you ever fucked a girl?” She took the bottle back. “Come on, David, you can tell me.”
I flushed, staring directly at the sun and then closing my eyes, seeing a bright spot where it had been. “No.”
“I didn’t think so.” She nudged my arm with the bottle.
“Is it that obvious?” I took a swallow, handing it back with my eyes still closed.
Her voice was soft as she said, “No wonder you toss-off so much in the shed.”
My eyes flew open, my jaw dropped. My face burned and I couldn’t say anything.
Dawn was holding the bottle up. “Crikey! This is almost gone!”
“How long have you known?” I swallowed hard.
“Long enough.” She smiled.
“Are you gonna tell mum and dad?”
She was grinning now. “Oh, I don’t know, that depends.”
“On what?” I sat up and turned toward her.
“You know mum will throw a wobbly if she finds out you’ve got porn.”
“Why do you think it’s hidden in the shed?” I sighed miserably. “Are you going to tell?”
“I was just teasing.” She sat up in her chair and faced me. “What are we, ten? I’m not a grass. So you look at porn. What bloke doesn’t, right?”
I sighed, relieved. I looked at her, remembering the words written in the margins. “Say, Dawn... did you... were you looking at it?”
She grinned. “She looks an awful lot like me, doesn’t she?”
I nodded, meeting her eyes. “She’s my favourite.”
She stood, grabbing onto the back of the chair for a moment. She started toward the house. When she got to the door, she looked back at me. “Come on.”
I followed her after a moment, finding her standing in the kitchen, leaning against the table. Her bikini top was on the table, too, and I was staring at her breasts. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t even breathe.
“You like what you see?” She cupped them and pulled on her nipples. My face was burning, but my cock was stiffening in response. “They look a lot like hers, don’t they?”
I nodded in agreem
“Dawn, what are you doing?” I heard the hoarseness in my own voice.
“Well, I’m a bit pissed,” she admitted. “And I’m really randy, especially after watching you wanking in the shed.”
“Oh, God,” I groaned, putting my hand to my forehead. She was moving toward me, and my eyes fell from her breasts down to her bikini bottoms. Now that I’d seen the top, I wanted to see the rest.
“You wanna suck these?” she purred, pulling on her nipples. “Do you wanna shove your cock in my cunt, baby brother?”
I had backed up to the wall and she was leaning in toward me, not touching me, but close. She slid her hand down into her bikini, and I could see the top edge of her pubic hair.
“You wanna fuck me?” Her hand moved between her legs.
I groaned, closing my eyes against it. “Dawnie,” I pleaded. “Please. Stop.”
“You want to,” she whispered, and I jumped when she squeezed my crotch. My cock throbbed against her hand through my boxers. “You’ve been wanking in the shed and looking at that girl who looks just like me and wishing it was really me all along, haven’t you?”
She moved her hand between my legs, rubbing it up and down the length of my shaft through the thin material.
I groaned, “Yes. Oh God, Dawn, yes.” I grabbed her hand, pushing it away. “You gotta stop. We really can’t do this.”
She pouted, her brow knitting. “Why not?”
“Because,” I choked. “Because you’re my sister.”
She sighed, moving back and sliding up to sit on the table. She smiled, then, her eyes getting that mischievous glint they used to whenever we were gonna do something we’d get in big trouble for. “Well... what if we don’t touch each other?”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
She bit her lip, leaning back on the table so she was laying down. I gasped at the sight of her, spread out on the table topless, the bikini bottoms showing the clear outline of her cunt, swollen and thick. God, I wanted to see. My cock was tenting my boxers, and there wasn’t a damned thing I could do about it.