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.
