Willow excused herself to go up to her room, leaving Buffy alone with her father in the living room—he with his scotch and her with an egg-nog—listening to Christmas music, and watching the fire. They sat together in silence for a few minutes.
Hank broke the silence. “Buffy, we need to talk about Dawn.”
“What about her?” asked Buffy, though she knew very well what he planned to say. “She’s happy; she’s doing well in school; she’s staying out of trouble.” She didn’t think that there was any need to mention Dawn’s klepto phase. It seemed to have worked itself out.
“You know what I’m talking about,” said her father. “That boy.”
“His name is Kevin. What about him?”
“He’s having sex with my daughter! This has to stop!”
“And how to you propose to stop them?” asked Buffy.
“I could take her back to L.A. with me.”
“And then what?” asked Buffy. “That might get her away from Kevin, but L.A. has boys too. Do you have any idea how much stuff I got away with while you and Mom were still together?”
“It’s still better than just letting her—”
“And what are you going to do with her in L.A. anyway?” asked Buffy. “You’re away half the time. Who’s going to watch out for Dawn when you take off for Spain again?”
“You know I’m not going to—”
“Your job still sends you all around the world, sometimes for weeks at a time,” said Buffy. “What are you going to do? Quit? Find another job? Or maybe turn Dawn over to some hired keeper? Or put her into a boarding school? I’m sure she’d love that!”
A light rain was falling, so Kevin borrowed his dad’s car to drive Dawn home. He walked with her up onto the front porch of her house. They paused there to kiss, before Dawn opened the door. “You want to come in for a bit?” she asked him.
“Sure,” said Kevin.
Dawn led Kevin through the foyer, and into the living room, still holding his hand. The lights were down low, there was a fire burning in the fireplace, and Christmas music was playing softly from the stereo. “Hey everyone!”
Buffy looked up at them “Hey Dawn, Kevin.”
“Did you have a good evening, Dawn?” asked her father.
Dawn hoped that the lowered lights, and the red glow from the fireplace hid her blush. “Yeah, Dad. It was great.”
Buffy held up a glass full of a yellow liquid. “There’s ’nog in the kitchen.”
Dawn looked at Kevin. “You want some?”
“Sure, you stay here. I’ll get it.” Kevin headed for the kitchen.
“No rum!” Buffy called after him.
“That’s okay!” said Kevin. “I’m driving.”
Dawn sat on the opposite end of the sofa from Buffy, and smoothed her dress down over her knees. She hoped that her father wouldn’t notice that she wasn’t wearing her stockings anymore. They had been pretty much ruined by her and Kevin earlier that evening, with runs all along the insides of their thighs and calves. He shouldn’t be able to tell that she wasn’t wearing her panties anymore, either. “So, what did you guys do?”
“Just a quiet evening at home,” said Buffy. “Giles was here for dinner, but he’s gone back to his hotel.”
“Up in her room,” said Buffy. “She said she wanted to be alone for bit. I think she’s missing Tara, more than usual tonight.”
Kevin came back, with a couple of glasses of eggnog. He winked at Dawn as he handed her hers. She took a suspicious sip from it, and tasted…eggnog with a bit of nutmeg. Kevin smirked as he sat down beside her. His arm went around her shoulders.
Dawn felt someone shaking her. “Wake up, sleepyhead! It’s Christmas!”
She slowly opened her eyes, and looked at the window. The bit of sky she could see through it was a pre-dawn grey. “Buffy! It’s still dark out!”
“It’s morning!” said Buffy. “Come on! It’s time to wake up! It’s Christmas!”
Dawn groaned, and rolled away from her sister. She pulled a pillow over her head, and tried to shut out the world and go back to sleep. Buffy wouldn’t let her. She shook her shoulder again. “Get up, there are presents waiting for us!”
“Aaarrrggghhh!” groaned Dawn. “Buffy, we aren’t all Slayers. Some of us need more than four hours of sleep!”
“You’ve had six!” said Buffy. “Come on! Get up!” She went to the door that connected to Dawn’s room, where their father was sleeping, and pounded on it. “Time to wake up, Dad! It’s Christmas!”
The coffee helped wake her up, and it was really nice to have her dad there, wearing his bath robe over his pyjamas, distributing the presents from under the tree. It reminded Dawn of Christmases from before the divorce, when they had been all together: her parents, Buffy, her … even if she hadn’t really been there for any of them.
Her father pulled another package out from under the tree, and checked the tag. “This one’s for Dawn and Kevin, from Anya.”
Dawn took the package. The shape and the weight told her that it was probably a book. “I think I’ll wait for Kevin to get here, before we open it,” she said, feeling a little trepidation. What sort of book would Anya be giving her?
Kevin joined them later that afternoon, along with Giles, Xander and Anya. Anya was anxious to see their reaction to her present, which caused Dawn to feel even more anxious about just what it was. She made sure that her father wasn’t likely to intrude before she and Kevin opened it.
She sat with Kevin on the sofa, with Anya’s present in her lap. She could see Anya bouncing with anticipation in her own chair. “Come on! Open it!”
Dawn looked at Kevin. “Together?” she asked.
“Together,” said Kevin, and they both started to pull at the paper wrapping their present.
The paper tore away, and Dawn got her first look at the book within. It was bound in leather, and she saw that the lettering on the cover wasn’t a Roman script. “Is that Sanskrit?” she asked.
“Yes it is,” said Anya.
“I can’t read Sanskrit.”
“You can learn,” said Anya. “Besides, there are pictures.”
“You did learn to read Egyptian in an afternoon,” said Kevin.
Dawn opened the book, and started to leaf through its pages. “Oh my!” she said, after seeing a couple of the pictures. “This is… This is the Kama Sutra!”
Anya beamed happily. “Yes it is! It’s a copy of a twelfth century edition: I’m afraid that there are only a couple of originals still in existence, and I couldn’t afford them. I’m sure that it will give you lots of pointers. Not that you really need them, you and Kevin seem to be figuring out things pretty well on your own, but you can always use some expert advice.”
Kevin had flipped across a couple more pages. He stopped, looking at one of the pictures. “Wait a minute, is that you?”
Anya looked smug. “Yes it is. The artist’s wife thought that he was screwing around with his models. I spent a month trying to get the goods on him. It turned out that he was really more interested in his male models, but she still wished for his balls to explode after she found out. I felt a little bad about that one.”
Kevin held Dawn close on his bed and chuckled. “Well, that takes care of page 53.” With her father still staying in her house, they were spending a lot of time together in his.
Dawn extricated herself from his embrace, and rolled over onto her stomach to take another look at the book. She flipped past a couple of pages. “Okay, we’ve already done that … and that …”
Kevin gently kissed her shoulder. “I’ve got another idea for a painting.”
“Oh yeah?” Dawn looked back at him. “What’s this one?” She didn’t really expect an answer. Kevin almost never told her ahead of time what he was going to paint.
“An orchid,” said Kevin.
“That’s it?” asked Dawn.
Kevin smiled at her. “It isn’t the what, it’s the where.”
“So, where is this orchid going to be painted?” asked Dawn, though she was beginning to suspect what his answer would be.
“Let’s just say, that we’re going to have to start by shaving you again.”
Dawn smiled at him. “What are we waiting for?”
Dawn lifted herself up onto the counter in the bathroom. Kevin pushed her skirt up, and took hold of her panties. He pulled them slowly down her legs. Dawn lifted her feet, placed her heels on the counter edge, and spread her knees.
Kevin picked up the can of shave gel, and sprayed a generous portion into his hand. He spread it across Dawn’s carefully trimmed pubic hair, and around her pussy. His hand moved in a circular motion, pressing the gel into her hair, and spreading it over her skin. He kept massaging her as they kissed.
“Mmmmm…” moaned Dawn, as Kevin rubbed his fingers over her. He reached out with his other hand to turn on the sink faucet. He waited until the water ran warm across his fingers before he removed his other hand from her sex. He rinsed the foam from his fingers, picked up the razor and wetted it. He pulled his mouth away from Dawn’s, and knelt down on the floor in front of her. He slid the razor slowly across her mons, cutting a swath through her pubic hair. He rinsed the razor under the water still flowing from the faucet, before going back to cut a second swath.
He worked slowly around her sex, being sure to remove every trace of hair from around her pussy. When he was done, he dropped the razor into the sink, and wet a wash cloth to wipe the remains of the shaving foam from her. He took nearly as long at that as he had at shaving her. His cock was straining uncomfortably inside his pants. He leaned in between her legs, and kissed her.
Dawn moaned, and pulled his face hard against her sex. Kevin licked around her pussy, tasting her, and ignoring the tang left by the shave gel.
There was a knock on the door. “Hey guys!” called Chris. “Other people in this house need to use the bathroom too!”
Kevin reluctantly pulled himself away from Dawn, and she hopped down off the counter, letting her skirt fall back down around her hips. “Just give us a minute!” she called back. She turned around and quickly cleaned up the shaving supplies from the counter. She scooped her panties off the floor and gave them to Kevin. She opened the door, took hold of his hand, and pulled him down the hall toward his room. “It’s all yours!” she called back to Chris over her shoulder.
Dawn pulled Kevin into his room, and shut the door. She released his hand and walked to his bed, her hips swaying. She crawled up onto it, smiled back at Kevin, and flipped up her skirt, exposing her bare ass. She wiggled it. “Come and get it!”
“Yes, ma’am!” Kevin dropped down onto his knees on the floor behind her, and reached between her legs, slowly running his fingers over her pussy, wetting them with her juices. He put his fingers to his mouth, and licked them, savouring her taste. His hand went back to her, and Dawn moaned softly as he slowly inserted his thumb into her.
“Ooo Kevin!” she moaned as he twisted his thumb inside her. He pumped his hand, pressing his thumb hard against that magic spot inside her that made Dawn squirm. “Oh god yes!” He kept pumping, driving her close the the brink. He could tell she was just about to come, when his hand ceased moving.
“No! Don’t stop!”
Kevin slowly rotated his thumb in her. “Just taking a bit of a break.” He withdrew his thumb, and stuck it in his mouth, sucking it clean before going on to lick his fingers. “Delicious,” he said, and leaned forward, to lick her goodness directly.
“Oh please Kevin! Fuck me!”
Kevin pulled his mouth away from her pussy for a moment. “Soon,” he promised, before reapplying himself. Kevin’s hands were already busy opening his belt, and his pants. It felt good to relieve the pressure on his cock. With that done, he moved his hands back up to Dawn’s ass. One of them took over her pussy, quickly rubbing his fingers over Dawn’s clit while he climbed back to his feet.
“Oh fuck me! Fuck me now!” Kevin knew that Dawn wanted him hard and fast when she said that. This wasn’t a time for gentle love making. He plunged his cock into her. His hips pumped, slapping himself against her ass. Dawn’s cries became an incoherent ululation, that she tried to smother against his pillow. It didn’t take long before she was coming around him, but Kevin kept pounding himself into her: feeling her tight around his cock; listening to her cries of pleasure. He poured himself into her, all of his strength going into driving his cock deeper and faster into her, to the limit of his endurance. He felt, and heard, her coming again when he reached his climax. He groaned, and drove himself deep into her.
They collapsed together across her bed. Kevin lay on top of her for a moment before he slid off to the side. He ran his hand over her bare ass. Dawn twisted herself around to bring her face to his, and she kissed him. “That was great.”
“I aim to please,” said Kevin.
“Your aim is true.” She kissed him again, deeply, her hand reaching down to caress his cock. They lay together for a while, recovering their strength, until Dawn pulled away from him and sat up. “So, painting now?”
Kevin smiled at her. “Painting now.” He got off the bed, pulled up his pants, and started to get his paints and brushes ready.
Dawn took over laying out the paints. “I’ll take care of these. You go get the water.”
“Right.” Kevin gave her a quick kiss. “I’ll be right back.”
Dawn set up Kevin’s paints on a small table that was beside his bed, along with a small hand mirror, so that this time, she’d be able to see what he was doing while he was working. She hesitated for a moment over the camera, before placed it on the table too. She positioned the pillows up against the headboard of his bed, and then covered everything with an old sheet. She stripped out of the rest of her clothes, and sat herself on the bed leaning back against the pillows and with her knees raised, and spread apart. She had just gotten herself into position when Kevin got back with the water. He stopped, frozen in the doorway, just looking at her for a few heartbeats.
“How’s this?” she asked.
“Absolutely beautiful,” breathed Kevin. “I’m thinking of not doing any painting, after all. There’s nothing I can do to improve on that. I’d just be gilding the lily.”
“Oh no, Mr.! You said you were going to paint, so you’re gonna paint!”
“Yes ma’am,” he said meekly.
Kevin started to removed his own clothes. She could tell he was doing it slowly to tantalize her. She moved a hand down between her legs and started to lightly stroke her clit as she watched him. She watched his semi-erect cock when he took his pants off. He crawled up onto her bed, with his eyes on her pussy, and her fingers. He tore his eyes away from her with a visible effort, and busied himself preparing his paints.
Kevin filled a brush with colour, and leaned down close to her. “You’re going to have to move your hand,” he said quietly. She could feel his warm breath across her skin. Dawn removed her fingers from her clit, and moved her hand up to play with a nipple, while Kevin’s paintbrush stroked across her skin.
He started with a deep blue for the outer petals of the flower he was painting, blending into purple, and red, surrounding the inner pink of her moist flesh. It took a real effort for Dawn to remain still as he worked, with his brushes gliding over her most sensitive skin. Sometimes he leaned in closer to gently blow across her, to speed the drying of his paint before he would overlay another colour.
It wasn’t just the paint that was wet. Dawn’s pussy was producing a constant stream of moisture. Kevin would bend closer at regular intervals, and carefully swipe his tongue between the inner folds, “to drink your nectar,” he’d tell her. Sometimes the tip of his tongue would linger, teasing the tip of her clit that was peeking out from beneath its hood.
Dawn was starting to think that she wouldn’t be able to take much more of Kevin’s teasing, when he sat back on his heels, and just looked at her for a minute. “I think I’m done.”
Dawn reluctantly pulled her eyes away from his erect cock, and used her mirror to examine his work. “It’s lovely.” Kevin had created a nearly perfect replica of an orchid on her pussy. Her inner labia looked like they were pink petals of the flower, surrounded by more petals in red, purple and blue. Delicate veins of colour ran through the petals, tying them all together into one flower.
Dawn looked up at Kevin, and saw him nervously lick his lips. “Can I take a picture?” he asked.
She slowly nodded her head. “Yes, but this one really is just for us.”
“Of course.” Kevin picked up his camera, and carefully framed his shot. He took several quick pictures, varying the camera angle a bit between each. He set his camera aside.
“Now what?” asked Dawn.
Kevin took hold of her hips, and grinned at her. “Now, I deflower you.” He pulled her down so she was lying on her bed.
Dawn smiled up at him. “You did that months ago.”
“And now I get to do it again.” Kevin leaned down and kissed her. His cock slid into her. Dawn wrapped herself around him.
They made love slowly. Kevin moved himself gently inside of her. Dawn was in such a state that she still came almost right away. Kevin moved with her through her orgasm: pushing it on; stretching it out. When it had passed he was still hard inside her, still moving gently, still kissing her, still caressing her with his hands, still making love to her.
Dawn felt Kevin’s muscles beneath his skin. She slid her hands down to his buttocks, feeling the muscles there pulsing with his thrusts. She pulled him harder into her.
Kevin’s hands left her. He lifted himself up with his arms, while pressing deeper into her. She opened her eyes and saw him looking down at her. She could see that he was close to coming. She was close again too. She squeezed him harder—with her pussy and her legs—pulling him into her. He groaned and spasmed. She felt him flooding into her, her own climax joining his.
Kevin lowered himself slowly back down to her for a kiss. They rolled onto their sides together, still holding each other. They lay together gently kissing and caressing each other while they came down from their shared peaks.
Dawn looked at Kevin’s face, a few inches from her own. She brushed his hair away from his eyes with her fingertips. “I love you,” they said together. She smiled at him, and he smiled back.
He kissed her, and sat up on the bed. “Come on, it’s time to do another one.”
“Another one?” asked Dawn.
“I want to make an entire bouquet,” said Kevin. “Won’t be much of one with just one flower in it.”
“Okay.” Dawn moved back into her sitting position, and Kevin used a wet cloth to clean the remains of his first flower from her pussy. He started to paint another, in shades of red. This one went more quickly. There was less experimentation in how he would achieve the effect that he wanted. He still paused frequently to lean down and lick her nectar.
The red orchid was followed by a yellow one, and another in blue. After the blue was finished, and photographed, Kevin didn’t clean it off her. He started to move up along Dawn’s belly, painting more flowers: tulips, chrysanthemums and flowers she didn’t recognize. He painted bees and butterflies flying between them. He painted a red rose around her navel. When he reached her breasts, he painted daisies around her nipples.
Dawn looked down at Kevin’s cock. It was starting to show signs of coming back to life. She decided to help it along. “Time to trade places,” she told him. She moved aside, and Kevin took her position, leaning back against her pillows. Dawn knelt in front of him and leaned down over his cock. She gave it a lick before sucking all of it into her mouth.
She felt his cock growing as she sucked on it. Soon it didn’t all fit in her mouth. She pulled herself back and wrapped her hand around the base of it, while she sucked on its head. Her hand crept down to fondle his balls. “Oh, Dawn,” Kevin moaned.
Dawn pulled back from him, and reached for one of Kevin’s cleaning cloths. She smiled at him as she used it to rub his cock dry. “What are you doing?” he asked.
Dawn reached for one of his brushes. “It’s my turn to paint,” she said.
Dawn painted a yellow cartoon bee face on the head of Kevin’s cock, with blue eyes, and little black antennae. She painted the black and yellow stripes of the bee’s body around his shaft. She painted the bee’s wings folded back along its body. She sat back on her heels when she was done to look at her work. “Okay, looks like you’re ready to pollinate me!”
Kevin sat up straight, and kissed her. Dawn grabbed him, and fell over onto her back, pulling Kevin with her.
Kevin pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, and crawled up along her body until his cock was dangling over her breasts. He rose up onto his knees and took hold of his shaft. “Bzzz-bzzz-bzzz,” he said, and rubbed his cock around the daisy painted around her left nipple. “Bzzz-bzzz-bzzz.” He moved over to her right nipple and rubbed himself around it. The pre-cum weeping from the tip of his cock—the bee’s mouth—caused the paint to smear.
Kevin moved himself down, his bee visiting all of the flowers that he had painted on Dawn, and busily buzzing the whole way, until he was kneeling between her legs. His bee poked around her open orchid. “Bzzz-bzzz-bzzmmmm.”
Dawn arched her back, pushing herself up against him. Kevin took hold of her hips, and pumped his own, driving himself deep into her. He looked down at her, watched her hands take hold of her breasts, and her fingers tweak her nipples, further smearing the daisies painted there. “You are so beautiful,” he told her. “I love you so much.”
“Ahh!” cried Dawn. “Love you! Love you! Ahhhh!” He felt her coming around him.
Kevin leaned forward, dropping her hips down onto the bed. He bent down over her and kissed her mouth. They lay together, kissing and holding each other, as he slowly started to move again. She felt so wonderful around him: her arms and legs wrapped around his body; her pussy holding his cock. He felt himself building toward his own release, and tried to slow down, but Dawn wasn’t cooperating with him. He felt her tightening around him, using her legs to pull him harder into her, until she came again. This time he came with her.
They still lay together holding each other, basking in each other’s warmth. Kevin lifted himself up a bit, so he could look into those beautiful blue eyes of hers. “You are so amazing! I am the luckiest guy in the world, to have a girl like you.”
“I’m the lucky one,” said Dawn, “to have a guy like you.”
Kevin smiled, and gently kissed her lips. “I guess we both hit the jackpot.”
It was New Years Eve, and they were all gathered together in the living room of the Summers house: Buffy, Dawn, and their father; Kevin, Xander and Anya; Willow, Giles, and Spike. They had all spent the evening together: laughing, talking, dancing and just hanging out.
At five minutes to midnight, Spike cracked open a bottle of champagne, and poured glasses for everyone. They watched the time count down. “Happy New Year!” they all called out. Glasses clinked together and they all exchanged hugs and kisses. Dawn saved Kevin for last, and her kiss with him was long, and deep, and passionate.
“Could you two, like, get a room?” asked Buffy.
Dawn broke away from Kevin for a moment. “Dad’s using it.” She went back to kissing her boyfriend: feeling his body pressing against hers; his lips against hers; her arms around him; his around her. For that moment, all was right with the world.
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