Sunshine Coast Part 8 Dawn

Sunshine Coast. Part 8

More secrets, T-Shirts and one in a million Women.

I was busting for a piss and gently removed Dawn's arm before pulling the sheet up to cover her shoulders. Dawn looked almost angelic, she had a little smile on that gorgeous face, and I took a few seconds admiring her in her blissful slumber before slipping off the bed. Lifting the sheet slightly, I gently felt under it. Somewhere was the used condom that I had only just managed to rip off before cumming over Dawn's arse a few hours ago.

"What are you doing?" Dawns voice was drowsy, and she still had her eyes closed.

"Getting rid of evidence."

"Oh... I thought you might have been looking for Priscilla." Still with her eyes closed, she had a silly grin on her face.

"No, I'm sure she's in the same place."

"She might have run away... after all the abuse she suffered last night."

I laughed. "Hold on I'll just check, but if she's not where she was, then I'll have to look for her later... busting for a piss Dawn." I ripped the sheet from the bed which caused Dawn to squeal, found the condom, threw the sheet back over her and made a mad dash for the bathroom next door.

'Bliss' I emptied my bladder crouching over the bowl, conscious that often dried cum on my cock could cause my piss stream to veer off in unwilful directions. I was definitely a bit crusty and thinking about a shower when Dawn came bursting in through the door, nudged me out of the way with her hip and plonked herself down on the toilet, squealed, then hopped up before sheepishly putting down the toilet seat.

"Still a bit sleepy are we Dawn?"

She poked her tongue out at me. "Close your eyes and put your fingers in your ears."

"What for... that would make me deaf and blind?"

"Tim... don't tease... I gotta pee too." Dawn had her hand between the top of her thighs squeezing the front of her pussy and was tapping her right foot. "Bugger... you wait mister." Squeezing her eyes, Dawn let her stream of pee go.

I grinned as she noisily emptied her bladder. She opened her eyes and then started to giggle. "I'm going to get you for that Tim. No shame... Shower?"

"Too scared now... promise you'll behave?"

"No... okay... I will... maybe. Don't think Priscilla is ready for anymore anyway. She was protesting most profusely when I woke up."

"Protesting most profusely." I laughed. "Those are big words for first thing in the morning."

"You're cruising for a bruising mister."

"Oh really... you weren't so cheeky when you were bent over my knee last night with your panties pulled down and calling me 'Daddy'... Something changed?"

I'm sure she would have blushed if her dark complexion allowed it. "Maybe... maybe today I'm feeling liberated."

"Liberated!!" I laughed. "Maybe you need to liberate your hot arsed gorgeous body into the shower before I start to feel intellectually inferior."

"Good plan Tim... who's using the big words now?"

To her credit, Dawn did behave in the shower, except that once again she insisted on overseeing the flexible shower head and challenging my sense of manliness by applying it to my arse, giggling as she saw my cock twitch. She insisted we dry each other off.

"I'm cooking breakfast. Want it in bed or on the deck."

"Is Cassidy likely to be outside?"

"Probably."

"Feel safer in bed then."

"Can I wear your T-shirt?"

"Umm... okay... only if you don't wear panties as well."

"Deal," she grinned. "Didn't plan too anyway."

With my shorts on, I sat on a stool at the breakfast bar, my attention focused in two directions. Dawn was busy at the stove and the aroma of bacon and eggs cooking, soon had me realize just how hungry I was. Katie and Lorna's cooked breakfasts had been a bonus the last few days, sure as hell beat muesli, and now Dawn was treating me to the same.

Cassidy was sitting or standing (same thing for a Kangaroo) on the deck when we had come through, and Dawn threw me another bag of potato chips.

"Stop perving and do something useful," she grinned at me.

She was right. I had been. I'd been ogling her legs and been getting occasional glimpses of Priscilla and the bottom of her arse peeking out from under the shirt. Dawn had been fully aware of my fixation on her arse and teased the hell out of me by occasionally reaching up into an overhead cupboard, pulling out things that had nothing to do with her cooking.

"Just give him a handful at a time. Don't let him grab the bag and do the same with Bam Bam."

That's when I noticed the huge Ram standing on the grass behind Cassidy.

"Bloody hell Dawn. He's huge."

She laughed. "I know every time I look at him, I think those poor ewes... the sheep he has it off with. Bam Bam is a pure-bred Merino and Ron lends him out to the local sheep farmers, but they have to bring the sheep here because Cassidy gets all upset if they try and take Bam Bam away. Just feed them like you do a horse."

Tentatively walking out onto the deck with the opened bag behind my back, I held a few chips in my hand. Cassidy took one big hop and bent to muzzle them from my open palm. Bam Bam let out a 'bah' and jumped up onto the deck, and I spent the next few minutes alternately feeding both.

You've got to give nature it's dues. Both these animals were magnificent up close. Cassidy with his chiseled head and out of proportion front legs to his massive back legs. He had comically big ears and whiskers. Bam Bam on the other hand had large double spiraled horns, the ends of which poked out sideways like a pair of handlebars. The wool on top of his head reminded me of an afro that seemed to be all the rage these days in the US. I guess he was ready to be shorn soon for the upcoming summer, as the woolen coat on his chest seemed to be eight inches thick.

This unlikely pair must have been good mates as each waited their turn for me to feed them like a couple of well-trained dogs. With the packet now empty, I scratched Cassidy's ears and saw Bam Bam drop his nose wanting the same treatment. Content now that I had no more to offer, they turned in unison, hopped and jumped off the deck.

"They're funny aren't they. When they we're younger they couldn't figure out whether they were kangaroos or sheep. Bam Bam would try to sit like Cassidy, and Cassidy, well even though kangaroos don't make much noise, just coughing sounds, we were sure he was trying to 'bah' like Bam Bam." I stood beside Dawn in the kitchen washing my hands.

"Wouldn't want to piss either of them off. I guess you go through a shit load of potato chip packets. That smells wicked Dawn." She was serving bacon and eggs plus toast onto plates.

"Where do you want to eat?"

"Right here will do fine. Bugger the bed, I'm starving."

While I'd been perving on Dawn working in the kitchen and admiring those long legs, I'd wondered who she had inherited them from. She had Spanish origins, and they tended not to be a particularly long-legged race. Her father was shorter than my 6 foot something frame. I was very conscious of them again as we sat on stools at the breakfast bar when she shuffled her backside to pull down the T shirt, looked down to check it, then grinned up at me.

"I feel rude Tim. You could have let me wear panties."

"Yeah right... you weren't going to anyway. Blaming me now. It seems to me you've got a bit of an obsession with panties... consider this good training and stop stretching my T-shirt please. I like that one."

Dawn poked her tongue at me. "How come you're allowed to wear your shorts then?"

"Sheep and Kangaroos... may not know the difference between chips and dicks... they almost sound the same. Eat your breakfast."

Dawn started giggling. "What you want to do after breakfast?" The implications of her question were obvious."

"Coffee... I'll make it. Dishes, then we'd better tidy up the bedroom and get on our way. Heaps to do today."

"Like what?"

"Due at the Dawsons' this afternoon, and I want to see Roger and thank Lorna and Katie if they are around before I go."

"Oh... I don't want you to go Tim... I mean, I know I'll see you tonight, but can't you stay around?"

I thought this might be coming. Luckily, I'd eaten most of my breakfast and turned to Dawn and held her hands. Looking at her in the kindest way, I spoke slowly, wanting her to understand that I meant what I was about to say.

"Cam my brother, teases me that I fall in love with every girl I meet. He might be right. I've already told you the reasons why I must move on. I'm guessing by now you realize that my feelings for you are deeper than screwing around and having fun with a beautiful girl. When I woke up this morning, I lay next to you, looking at your face thinking how lucky I was, not only because I think you're funny, and I mean that in a good way, talented and gorgeous, but also because I was sure that when I first met you, you had issues that I felt I could help you with, and I think we've managed that.

For your part, I told you right from the word go what the circumstances are, and you accepted that. You might think this is unfair, but the only way I'll know what my true feelings for you are, is when I'm not around you, because when I am, I find you sexy as hell and am having a lot of trouble keeping my hands off you. It doesn't matter what you say Dawn, I'm going to move on, but don't think for one minute that regardless of what I decide in the future, you won't be part of it. I promise I'll keep in contact whenever possible. I'm not in the habit of walking away from my friends."

Dawn's eyes started to water, and her bottom lip quivered a bit. "I know.... but you can't blame a girl for trying. I guess I'll need to pull up my big girl pants again. It feels like I've finally found someone to trust and share with. and now they are going to bugger off."

"Maybe you need to learn to trust those close to you a bit more. Sometimes the hardest part is initially telling someone something you think they may not want to hear. Case in point, what I've just told you. You are lucky, you've got a loving extended family Dawn, who worry and care about you and not everyone has that. Gwyneth had nobody until we hooked up and she met my family. My mum and her became thick as thieves. (Gwyneth). I think you'd be surprised as to how much it would mean to them if you talked to them a bit more about how you feel."

"But I can't tell them about being raped or anything about Suzy."

"No... not suggesting that, but I feel that unless you start sticking up for yourself, they might try and organize how you live your life. Show them you are an adult and not a child anymore. They don't know what happened to you and don't understand why you went into your shell. It's time to put that behind you and become Dawn, the hot as hell stunningly beautiful girl I know is full of fun despite having a few too many kinky fetishes but that makes you even more exciting... not knowing what comes next is quite a turn on." I grinned at her, trying to lighten the mood.

Dawn went quiet, her head went down as she thought about what I had just said. "I wonder how much it cost Mum and Dad to send me to that psychologist each week" She looked up at me smiling. "All I needed was someone to make love to me and give me a damn good fucking. Bugger art. You should become a professional head reader."

"That's my girl. One last thing."

"Oh God... what?

"I haven't had a kiss from you this morning... use me and dump me... is that how it is?"

"If you come back to bed, I'll do more than that."

"Okay, you've got half an hour... including shower time. I thought you said Priscilla was a bit sore."

"Umm... she is a bit... but we could do other stuff."

"Like what?" Knowing Dawn, she already had something in mind.

"69... you could kiss Priscilla better for me and I want to do something for you... Umm... you could cum on my face if you like." Dawn looked up at me tentatively with that cute smile of hers.

"No."

Her face dropped. "Oh... why not? I thought guys liked to do that. Suzy said they do it all the time. Haven't you done that before?"

I felt a bit guilty about how I replied. It had only been a couple of days previously that I had blasted a long overdue load of cum over Fiona the reporter, firing out so much cum that it had plastered her face instead of her tits which was the intended target, as she knelt before me.

"For starters. You're not Suzy and don't let her talk you into anything she might be happy to do. It's like this Dawn... I told you before when I woke this morning, I lay next to you thinking how lucky I was to be with someone as perfect as you. I can't think of any more words other than beautiful to describe your face. You really are gorgeous... Oh... there's one. So why the hell would I want to spoil it by covering it with cum?"

"Bugger Tim... I get butterflies and Priscilla tingles when you talk to me like that. Errol Flynn has nothing on you. I was offering to do something that was a bit dirty and now I feel like an idiot."

"You can ask me to do anything you like but I'm not doing that. That's risky, because whenever I think of you... instead of your pretty face I might think of your pretty face coated with cum."

Dawn giggled. "Anything?"

"What... what have you got in that grubby little mind now."

"Well... you know how I told you about Suzy when she was with all those guys in Brisbane... and one of them pulled her around on her roller blades with his fingers in her pussy... well I haven't got my skates here, but you could do that... take me into the bedroom like that. Also... I want to see the stuff come out of your cock. I couldn't really see in the mirror last night and every other time it was in my panties, or you were inside me wearing a raincoat. I didn't really get a good look in the park because it was getting dark. Umm...could we do that, but would you do it playing with your cock so I can see how guys pull themselves off... I'll help."

"Bloody hell Dawn... there's no shame with you girl."

"Well, you offered... you said anything. I'm just... I guess I'm just taking the opportunity while it's there to play 'Jelly Jinks'."

"To play what?"

"Jelly Jinks." She was grinning at me. "That's what Suzy and I used to call guy's stuff... their cum. Can we do it... want to play 'Jelly Jinks'?

What the hell goes on in this girl's mind? I was grinning, but more so in disbelief and amusement at what she had just suggested. She had said this matter of factually, like she was asking me to do the dishes or mow the lawns.

"Okay. But if I'm going to wank off in front of you... you've got to do the same... show me how you bring yourself off. Now... open your legs."

"Goody. I was hoping to do that anyway, I mean have a cum when you do. Is this alright?"

Dawn spread her thighs as she wriggled her backside to the edge of her stool causing my T-shirt to ride up onto her hips before looking down at her well exposed pussy and smiling up at me. Slipping off my stool I stood in front of her, took her head between my hands and put my lips to hers. We kissed gently before our pashing became a bit more heated after I pushed back one of her ponytails and used my lips on her ears and throat. As she had done before, Dawn took my hands and placed them over her tits, and I played with her nipples through the fabric. It didn't take long for a girl like Dawn to warm-up. Her nipples were soon hard as pebbles, and she pulled my crotch into hers, opening her thighs then gripping mine with her knees.

Once again Dawn had ended up exposing herself as she sat on a stool, precariously balanced, with only me holding her, stopping her from falling off. I guess in the future when I thought of Dawn, I would conjure up visions of her on a stool, thighs spread brazenly, and her tight pussy exposed like it was now.

"I think Priscilla is wet enough now."

"Let me check. No... not quite ready yet."

I'd slipped my hand down onto her pussy, spread her lips with a finger and dabbed at her hole. Dawn gasped as I teased her clit, humping gently against my hand while pulling on my backside. She was wet alright; my finger slipped easily between her lips and then into her, conscious that she said she was a bit sore

"Come on then, all good to go."

Still with my hand between her thighs and a finger inserted inside her, I pulled Dawn off the stool, gave her another quick kiss, rotated my hand and with her walking behind me, her hands on my shoulders, we proceeded towards the bedroom. Dawn started to giggle. She was trying to walk normally with just small steps but failing miserably and sort of wobbled from side to side.

"Come on Dawn, stop pissing around... we haven't got all day... next time you see Suzy, ask her for some tips." I chided her, which cracked her up totally, her head falling between my shoulder blades as she laughed uncontrollably.

"Bloody hell Dawn... can't you do anything right," I kidded her. I was laughing now at the absurdity of the situation, turned around to face her while twisting my hand to ensure two fingers were still fully inserted in her, then bent down to throw her over my shoulder fireman style.

Dawn squealed and kicked her legs in time with her fists hitting the small of my back before collapsing again into giggles as I proceeded into the bedroom. As I caught our reflections in the mirrors, I swung Dawn around so that she could see herself slung over my shoulder then turned her side on and proceeded to push my finger in and out of her pussy.

"You dirty bastard Tim." her giggles turned to little gasps as she watched what I was doing to her in the mirror. I turned slightly so that she had a better view of her arse and my finger sliding in and out of her hole.

'Only Dawn' I thought to myself. Only Dawn would probably allow herself to get turned on by having her pussy finger fucked in such a way. I dabbed another finger against her arsehole a few times before rolling her off my shoulder and throwing her onto the bed.

Dawn bounced and came up sitting, a look of indignation on her face. "Bugger Tim. I was so close to cumming."

"I know... I felt Priscilla starting to squeeze. That wasn't the plan though. Hands up."

I pulled her, or should I say my T-shirt off.

"That was the rudest thing you've done yet. I'm not going to forget that in a hurry. Me looking at my bum in the mirror and you abusing Priscilla with your finger. Something to remember next time Priscilla needs seeing to. Every time you touch my bum I want to cum... God alone knows what it must feel like to have a cock in it."

"Well, that isn't going to happen Dawn. That would hurt you and I won't do it."

"Don't think I could handle that anyway, and I don't know how Ron...."

Silence... Dawn definitely turned red this time. She had a look of horror on her face.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck Tim. I can't believe it... I shouldn't have said that."

"Don't worry about it Dawn. I'd already figured out that was the case."

"How. Nobody knows that... how Tim... was it my drawings?" dawn banged her fist into the bed.

"That sort of confirmed my thoughts but I think I'd figured it out before that."

"But how... nobody else has ever clicked on to that?" Dawn was almost in tears.

"Dawn don't get upset... forget about it. I'm never going to say anything to anyone. It's none of my business anyway."

"No Tim... I need to know. If you figured it out someone else might. I've fucked up big time and I'm in deep shit."

"No, you're not. Dawn, settle down." I laughed, but unconvincingly. Dawn appeared horrified about her 'faux pas.' and now held her head between her hands with elbows on her knees. Pulling her down as I lay beside her. She put her face into my chest and cried.

After a couple of minutes her sobbing stopped but she just lay there quietly. I had pulled the sheet over us.