I've always been affectionate with Dawn, but there'd been a change during the last few weeks. I began to sense a subtle difference in the way she looked at me, and on the days I pick her up from school, I've noticed that our usual lip peck of greeting is just that little bit more lingering. Eye contact has a certain something that hasn't been there before, and we've started holding hands in the car. It began with Dawn placing her hand over mine to follow how the gear change worked. OK fine, we'd been doing that for quite a while, but it slowly changed to a different kind of touch, eventually interlocking fingers, and exchanging looks at the same time.
What's so odd about that you might think. I'll tell you what. My name's Tony, I'm twenty seven years old, with my own successful interior design company, and Dawn is a thirteen year old schoolgirl who also happens to be my sister in law. Her sister Paula is married to my kid brother Dave.
Dawn is a nudge over five feet four, has a slim athletic build, and her developing young body is already turning male heads wherever she goes. Both she and her sister have long blonde hair, but Dawn's is naturally full of ringlets and her eyes are light brown where her sister's are blue.
Her old man has had a rough time with a heart problem, and basically couldn't give a shit about much except staying alive, and pottering about in the garden. He's nearly twenty years older than his wife Gladys, which is pushing him up around the seventy mark. Gladys, although very mild mannered, isn't the brightest of creatures, and putting away as much gin as she does, doesn't exactly a help.
My brother is in the navy and at the moment is based in Cyprus. Anyhow, I have my own cottage and office a couple of miles down the road, and I collect Dawn from school whenever work allows. The main reason for this is because the area where we live is slightly off the main bus route and Gladys doesn't like to drive much, which is probably good news for other road users. A small stable block beside the cottage has been converted into an open plan design studio with covered parking underneath. My two employees, Alan and Val, are used to the arrangement and never give it a second thought when Dawn is with me.
This particular afternoon it's freezing cold, and sleet is driving across the estuary in broad bands of grey and purple clouds. At just after four o'clock and already almost dark. Dawn and I sprinted from the car to the side entrance and crashed into the kitchen, slamming the door behind us.
"God," I shivered, It's like a bloody ice box out there. I walked to the range and stood with my back to the rail, catching the heat. Dawn threw her wet top coat on a chair and ran to me.
"Brrrr, ohh heat please give me heat." She slipped her arms round my waist and rested her head on my chest, pressing her body against me. I hugged her, enjoying the faint smell of the perfume she'd taken to using. Her dark blue school shirt and navy tie looked great with her blonde curls falling over her shoulders. She still had quite a tan from her Christmas holiday in the Canary Islands, and her hair had streaks of almost white highlights. God she was pretty.
She looked up at me with her wide doe eyes. She gave me a 'stage left' kind of exaggerated wink. "Ya know what, Tony Martin you'd be very cute if you weren't so extreeeemly old. But I think I'll allow you to kiss me anyway, 'cause I've been thinking about you all day." She tilted her head up towards me and slightly parted her lips. My heart gave a lurch. This had never happened before.
She held me tighter, and as I was reclining slightly with my legs on either side of hers, her mound was pressing right against me. I kissed her tenderly, and small electric shocks ran through me as her lips parted a little more and the tip of her tongue sought mine. By instinct I reached my right arm around and cupped her bottom in my hand, and I could feel the heat even through her skirt. She sighed into my mouth and my dick reacted to all these sensations and swelled into stiffness. I broke slowly from the slippery kiss and placed both hands on her shoulders. My heart was doing a fucking fandango. We'd simply never done anything like this before, so I wasn't sure how to react.
"Dawn I ......"
She didn't release her grip, or change the pressure on my hard on, which was now as stiff as it was possible to get. "Tony please don't say anything. I know you're going to tell me I'm too young, but I'm not a baby, I know more than you think. Anyway, I've been having dreams about you teaching me stuff, an'......
"Wooo woa there sweetheart; just hold on a min, you're going way too fast for me here."
I needed time to think, so I kissed her lightly on the lips and gently moved to one side, taking her hand in mine. Let's go into the living room."
She tugged against my arm. "You're not going to shout at me or take me home Tony are you.?"
I gave her as warm a smile as a man can manage with a racing heart and a raging hard on. "'Course not angel. This is just taking me by surprise. Besides, Alan and Val will be leaving in a few minutes and we'll be alone." She visibly relaxed and followed me to the other room, but clung tightly to my hand. I flipped the switch on the cd player and we eased into the double armchair. The sound of Pan pipes filled the room. There was a natural stone wall behind us, the side that fronted the courtyard, and the porthole windows are about eight feet above ground level. I had kept the original wide old fireplace, and the flames from a few logs cast dancing shadows around the walls.
Dawn wrapped her arms around her knees and looked at me intently.
I still felt really turned on, and it was an effort to be natural. I smiled and shook my head. "Well miss surprise person. What's got into you all of a sudden. Are you trying to freak me out."
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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