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Dawn/Xander, Buffy/OMC, voyeurism, humiliation

Joe wanted me to bring Dawn into the story, so here we go. This story is set in an AU future, where the events of season 7 never happened: Willow and Giles are still in England, no “kill all Slayers” plan by the First, Spike is still MIA and Buffy still stuck in her self-destructive cycle.

Family Business


Dawn walked along the sidewalk, thankful that another day of school was over and done with. Contrary to popular belief, senior year was just as bad as the ones that preceded it. She was now 18: a legal adult. Old enough to drive or buy cigarettes or join the military, but she was still forced to spend most of her time in a building that couldn’t teach her anything she didn’t know.

Shaking her head, she tried to concentrate on what was going right for her. The local demon population seemed to be under control, but Buffy still spent most of her free time out patrolling. Still not trusting Dawn to be alone in the house, Buffy insisted that Xander come over and watch her most nights.

Dawn smirked. If Buffy knew exactly what the two of them got up to when she was out, they’d both be dead.

It had started when Dawn had volunteered to check on Xander after the train-wreck that was his wedding. Anya had already left town for points unknown, and the rest of the Scoobies were blaming him for everything that happened. Dawn had been the only one who felt sorry for him, and so she had been the only one willing to go over to his apartment.

Xander had been in the process of getting increasingly drunk when she’d arrived, but she’d managed to at least slow him down by taking the bottle of vodka away… and taking several shots herself. The strong drink had an immediate effect on her, lowering her inhibitions. Getting Xander to talk about what had happened and about how he didn’t think he’d ever been truly in love with Anya had been surprisingly easy, as had getting him to finally admit that he was attracted to the younger of the Summers sisters.

Dawn had instigated the kiss that followed, and hadn’t protested when Xander’s hands had unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped her bra. Working his way down her jaw and neck, Xander had proceeded to kiss and suck on Dawn’s young breasts. She couldn’t help but moan in pleasure, and that had been enough to bring Xander back to reality and sober him up. He’d apologized profusely until Dawn silenced him but straddling his lap and kissing him deeply on the lips.

It didn’t take long for them to shed the rest of their clothing and for Xander to maneuver Dawn until she was lying on the sofa underneath him.

“Are you sure?” He’d asked, offering her one last way out. “Just say stop, and I’ll stop.”

“Don’t.” Dawn pulled his head down so she could whisper in his ear, “I’ve always wanted you to be my first.”

“This might hurt a little.” Xander had warned her before moving his hips forward, slowly sheathing himself in her tight, warm body.

Dawn had gasped with shock and pain as Xander took her virginity, surprised at how big he felt inside her. She remembered some of her friends at school talking about their boyfriends, but none of them had mentioned anything like this. She forced herself to relax, trying to grow accustomed to the intrusion.

Xander gave out a long, drawn out groan as he sunk himself fully into Dawn, not stopping until their hips met; the end of his painfully hard erection pressing against her cervix. He’d held still for a while, letting her get used to the sensation, before pulling back out again. He pushed back in, building up a slow and steady rhythm. For her part, Dawn started to buck her hips to meet Xander’s thrusts as soon as she grew use to the feeling, wrapping her legs around his back to force him in deeper. Her lips found his and they kissed again, hungrily devouring each other.

Given the situation it didn’t take either of them long to reach climax, Dawn’s orgasm sending Xander over the edge as he thrust back into her as far as he could go. They lay there on the sofa for almost an hour, holding each other as Xander let his head rest on Dawn’s chest. Later, Dawn had phoned Buffy, saying that she didn’t want to leave Xander alone and that she’d be spending the night on his sofa so she could keep an eye on him. In truth, she’d spent the night in Xander’s bed. Under, on top of, and beside him as they fully explored each other’s bodies time after time.

Then in the morning they’d showered together, ending up with Dawn on her hands and knees on the bathroom floor as Xander took her from behind, the head of his cock rubbing against her g-spot with every thrust, sending her over the edge again and again. After they’d finally gotten dressed, Xander drove Dawn to the family planning clinic so she could get a morning-after pill. Then he took her out for breakfast and explained how what had happened was a one-off, and how they could never talk about it to anyone. He made it as clear as he could that she was legally a minor, and they he would go to prison if anyone ever found out.

That was, unless Buffy killed him first.

Dawn had reluctantly agreed, but regularly masturbated while remembering what they had done. She dressed as provocatively as she dared around Xander, trying to seduce him into a repeat performance, but he had stonewalled her at every turn. So she’d turned to boys at school for release, gaining quite the reputation for how far she was willing to let a guy go. True, she’d only hade sex with two and they’d been forced to wear condoms, but she'd been groped by a hell of a lot of guys and given head almost everywhere in town.

Like the bathroom at the Doublemeat Palace, five classrooms and the boys' locker room at school, the park, the changing rooms of eight different shops at the mall, the back room of the Magic Box (while she was supposed to be minding the shop for Giles), three separate, very public (and exciting) spots in the Bronze...

That was until Willow and Giles had left for England in the wake of Tara’s death. The absence of his best friend and surrogate father seemed to affect Xander more than anyone would have guessed. While he wouldn’t actively pursue Dawn, he stopped resisting her advances and the pair became regular lovers, always careful to keep their relationship a secret from Buffy. Dawn had gone on the pill as soon as she was old enough to get a prescription without her older sister finding out, allowing them to be more spontaneous in their lovemaking. She also stopped going out with guys at school, circulating the rumor that she was dating a guy from out of town.

Still, she was stuck in the real world with real world problems. Like a lack of cash. Getting an after school job sucked, but it was the only way to finance her lifestyle. Buffy didn’t have enough to give her an allowance anymore and their deadbeat-dad hadn’t been heard from in over a year. And neither one was likely to give her money for birth control pills even if they could. So it was off to the Doublemeat Palace with her in the hope of finding a job.

Dawn arrived at the diner half an hour before Buffy’s shift started, which was a plus. Whenever she’d suggested getting a job there, her sister had been dead set against the idea. Dawn didn’t know why, except for Buffy’s standard “I don’t want you butting in to my life” mindset since her return. The money seemed good enough, as Buffy was able to pay the bills and still have time to go patrolling.

Sitting outside the manager’s office, she looked around. The work didn’t seem that hard, even if most of the staff were a little older than she was. Most would be classed under the freaks-and-geeks category, but Dawn had grown up around Xander, Willow and Giles, so she was more than used to it.

“So you’re Miss Summers’ little sister.” A tall man in a cheap suit stood in the office doorway. “I’m Joe. Come on in.”

Dawn followed him into the office, slightly apprehensive: Buffy had mentioned the area manager on occasions, and it was clear that he didn’t rate very highly in her opinion. But he was the boss, the man Dawn had to impress if she was going to get the job. They sat there for almost half an hour, going over what Dawn had put in her application form, Joe making notes based on her answers. He seemed to be impressed that she had some retail experience, but less when she told him it was from working at the Magic Box before it had closed.

“The thing is, Dawn, do you mind if I call you Dawn?” Joe waited until the young woman nodded her consent before continuing. “The thing is, although you have the experience, I’m still not sure if employing you is worth the potential hassle. You sister is anything but the model employee, and if you’re anything like her, I’ll have the manager of this branch chomping on my ass about why I gave you the job.”

“I’m not my sister!” Dawn protested. “And if Buffy’s such a problem, why do you keep her on?”

“Your sister, for all her faults, has shown initiative and drive,” the manager replied, before smirking. “Her willingness to work extra hours as and when needed has been a great comfort to me.”

Dawn’s brow furrowed. “I don’t get it: I’ve heard Buffy talk about you, and she despises you.”

“Our working relationship is in no way related to our personal relationship,” Joe informed her. “When the situation is purely business, Buffy is truly a joy to work with.”

That didn’t really make much sense to Dawn, and she had no problems informing him of that fact. “I’m confused.”

“I see.” Joe leaned back in his seat, looking at the clock on the wall, “Buffy should be here any time now. Maybe I should just show you what I mean.”

“Are you kidding?” Dawn almost leapt out of her chair. “Buffy knows nothing about me being here. The idea was to get the job first and then let her know once there was nothing she could do about it.”

“That’s interesting.” Joe stood and walked over to the closet opposite his desk. “Buffy’s performance review is due soon. Maybe you should wait in here while it takes place. I’m sure it will be an educational experience for you.”

“If it means I get the job...” Dawn looked up, hopeful.

“I’m sure I can bring your sister round to see your point of view.” Joe smiled like a crocodile.

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Buffy sighed as she changed in the staffroom. The regular manager was out of town, meaning that Joe would be down from LA and running things. Their shifts hadn’t crossed paths yet, but she knew that that couldn’t go on for ever. Today was the day that she was going to have to pay the piper. In some ways, she was glad. After everything that had happened, everything she had failed to stop, she deserved everything she got. Her short relationship with Spike had helped a little, but she still needed to be punished. In that respect, Joe was perfect: he knew how to treat someone like her.

Three times since the bachelor party she’d provided the entertainment for, the bills had pilled up enough for her to turn to Joe for ‘overtime’ as he put it. Three times she’d sold her body for cash, thankfully with men from out of town who she’d never have to see again. She always insisted that they wear condoms but apart from that, she let them do almost anything that wanted with her.

“Yo; Buffy.” Another member of staff popped her head through the door. “Boss wants to see you in the office. Said it’s time for your performance review. Good luck.”

Buffy let out a deep breath: Joe kept her on permanent probation, allowing him to call her in for a so-called ‘performance review’ whenever he felt like it. They normally indicated that he was in a kinky mood and expected more than a quick blowjob. Last time, he’d had her dress in nothing but fishnet stockings and high-heel shoes as he watched her masturbate with a dill pickle, which he then had her slice and serve in burgers to unsuspecting customers.

Making sure her uniform looked as presentable as possible to maintain the illusion that she struggling to keep her job, Buffy walked to the office and knocked on the door. She knew that the racket in the kitchen would drown out any noise they made, but she still wanted to keep her co-workers from finding out just what she got up to alone in the office with Joe.

“Hello Miss Summers.” Joe sat behind the desk as Buffy closed and locked the door behind her, a huge shit-eating grin plastered across his face. “I believe you know the routine by now.”

Only nodding, Buffy sank to her knees and unzipped his fly, pulling his semi-erect cock out and stroking it a few times until it was hard. She then started to plan kisses up and down its length, her tongue playing with the sensitive underside. Then she opened her lips as wide as she could and engulfed the entire length in one go, her eyes fixed on Joe, somehow seeking his approval.

Dawn watched through the slats of the closet door, stunned by her sister’s actions. While she knew that her older sister was no virgin, she was still was still surprised to see how naturally she seemed to take Joe’s impressive manhood into her mouth. She watched in awe as Buffy’s head started to slowly bob up and down, one hand reaching up to massage Joe’s scrotum.

Joe reacted by grabbing Buffy’s head with both hands, bucking his hips back and forth, relentlessly fucking her face. Dawn could see Buffy’s throat bulge as the head of Joe’s cock was forced down into it, and the sight amazed her. Although no stranger to deepthroat herself, Dawn had never seen it from this point of view before and it excited her. She could feel her pussy growing wet, despite the fact that it was her own sister she was watching.

“That’s enough.” Joe pulled out of Buffy’s mouth, his entire length glistening with her saliva. “Assume the position.”

Buffy got to her feet, pulling her panties down before bending over the desk, her legs spread as far apart as she could. Joe roughly turned her over onto her back, pulling open her blouse to expose her creamy white breasts, the black satin bra she wore a stark contrast to her pale skin. A quick flick of two fingers snapped it open; fully exposing her. Dawn watched in awe as Joe took each nipple between finger and thumb and twisted them until they were fully erect, making Buffy moan.

Joe lifted Buffy’s legs up so her ankles rested over his shoulders, raising the lower end of her body slightly. His strong hands pulled apart the perfect globes of her ass, his finger kneading the toned flesh. Then, using one had to guide his erection; he pushed his cock-head past her already stretched sphincter and deep into her ass.

Dawn let out a silent gasp as Buffy linked her ankles behind Joe’s neck, taking a lot of her weight with her arms, her head rolling back off the edge of the desk. Her eyes were almost closed and she seemed almost completely unaware of her surroundings as Joe thrust in and out of her by now well used anus. Dawn found one of her hands drifting down to her crotch, rubbing herself through her jeans. She slipped it down under her waistband, pushing her already damp panties to the side as she started to rub her clit with one fingertip.

Joe looked at the closet door and smirked as he grabbed Buffy’s exposed breasts with both hands and started to knead them roughly. His finger squeezed her nipples tightly, making Buffy moan in a combination of pleasure and pain. He held her body tightly as he pounded into her still tight rear passage. “Talk to me; slut.” He laughed through gritted teeth. “Tell me just how much of a whore you are!”

“I’m a slut! I’m a whore!” Buffy moaned, “I let strangers fuck me for money! I’ve fucked three men at one time! I’ve let men spray their hot cum all over me! I’ve sucked them until they came all over my face! I’ve let them use me however they want!”

“And why do you do that?”

“Because I deserve it. I’m I little slut-whore who deserves everything she gets!”

“Cum for me, whore. I want to hear you scream!”

“OH GOD!” Buffy moaned; arching her back as her orgasm ripped through her body. She felt her body buck and toss, thrashing about on the cold, hard desk. Her fingers gripped the edge of the desk almost hard enough to splinter the solid wood. Joe smiled as he pushed into her as deeply as he could, his hips bucking as he filled her bowels with his cum.

“There’s a good little slut.” Joe pulled out of Buffy and walk around the desk, holding his softening manhood in front of her face, “Now clean up this mess you made.”

Dawn looked in awe, her own orgasm approaching, as Buffy obediently took the offered cock, covered with streaks of her own shit, into her mouth and started to lick it clean. Unable to contain herself any longer, she let out a long, low moan as she came, flooding her panties with her secretions.

Buffy looked round in shock, wondering who and where the sound could have come from. While Joe was more than willing to set her up with more than one man at a time, he’d never had anyone else join them during one of their sessions at the diner. The idea that someone had watched her humiliation both disgusted and excited her at the same time.

“I think it’s time we all said hello.” Joe pulled his now clean manhood out of Buffy’s face and tucked it back into his trousers, pulling his fly back up as he walked over to the closet door and pulled it open. “Buffy, I believe you’ve met the newest member of our team here at the Doublemeat Palace.”

“Dawn!” Buffy yelped, trying to make herself look presentable. “What...what are you doing here?”

“That’s what I was about to ask you!” Dawn looked at her older sister. “What’s going on?”

“It’s very simple, Dawn.” Joe smirked. “Your sister needed a job, and was willing to do anything she needed to get one. And even more to keep it. As for the whole fucking strangers for money, well, running a house while bringing up a younger sister single-handed is expensive. She’s only done it a few times, but she’s a natural.”

“Dawn, I think we should discus this when I get home.” Buffy quickly rebuttoned her blouse, looking around for her panties.

“I think that we can survive without you this evening.” Joe patted Buffy on the shoulder. “Take your sister home and talk. And don’t worry: I’ve no plan of taking advantage of her. Just the look on your face, knowing that she’s fully aware of what you do is more than enough for me.”

“Let’s go.” Buffy grabbed Dawn’s hand and pulled her towards the door.

“Yes, lets.” Dawn’s eyes narrowed. “We have much to discuss...”

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“First of all, you can cut out all of that ‘holier-than-thou’ crap.” Dawn paced back and forth across the living room floor. “I think you’re the last person to tell me just what’s acceptable. Unless you want me to tell everyone how you’re earning so much money.”

“Dawn, please...” Buffy pleaded from her place on the sofa.

“No! There are going to be one or two changes around here from now on,” Dawn announced “I’m sick and tired of you treating me like a kid, especially given the way you’ve been acting of late! Good God, you probably still think I’m a virgin!”

“Dawn!”

“SHUT UP!” Dawn shouted. “I lost my virginity when I was 15, and I’ve not exactly been a prude since. You wouldn’t believe the things I’ve done. Then again, maybe YOU would.”

Buffy gaped at her. “Who...who was it? Who did you lose your virginity to?”

“Xander, the night I stayed over his place after the fiasco that was his wedding,” Dawn told her, grinning as Buffy’s jaw dropped. “Don’t worry, it was completely consensual and he did feel bad about it afterwards. He wouldn’t even shake my hand for almost six months. So I went out and found other ways to expand my knowledge: I’ve got quite the reputation at school for being the girl guys should ask out if they want at least a guaranteed blow job at the end of the evening.”

“Dawn, please, I’m feeling ill...” Buffy announced, turning green.

“Sick, don’t you mean?” Dawn asked. “Because that’s what you are! My God, you spend so much time pretending that you’re perfect, but your not: you’re as flawed as us mere mortals. I’m not perfect, but I’m willing to admit it. Yes, I’ve had sex with more than one person, a lot more if you count oral sex. You want to know something else? I’m bisexual! I took on the star quarterback and his cheerleader girlfriend after Homecoming one year. And don’t you dare say that anyone used me: I used them! You don't think I would've let it happen if I hadn't wanted to? Do you? I’m an experimental girl for Christ sake!”

“Dawn, I don’t think I can deal with all this, ok?”

Dawn snorted and crossed her arms over her chest. “Maybe you should have thought of that before you petitioned the state to be made my legal guardian. Well here’s something you’re going to have to deal with if you want me to keep quite about your working relationship. I’m in love with Xander, and he loves me, and from now on, if I want him to stay over here or go spend the night at his, then SO BE IT! I’ll fuck him from sunset to sunrise if that’s what I want to do, and you’ll say nothing about it. You won’t threaten or coerce him in any way, or I’m gone and you’re dirty little secret becomes public knowledge. Are we clear?”

“Yes...” Buffy nodded slowly.

“Good.” Dawn smiled. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to go call my boyfriend.”

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“Are you sure that this is such a good idea?” Xander asked as he watched Dawn get undressed. “I mean, Buffy’s one of my best friends: I don’t like rubbing her nose in our relationship like this.”

“Relax: Buffy’s fine with everything.” Dawn laughed as she pulled her top off, exposing her well-developed breasts to the cool night air, her nipples hardening almost instantly. “In fact, I think you’ll find that she’s amazingly compliant these days.”

“I don’t know what you did, and I probably don’t want to know, but I’m sure as hell glad we don’t have to sneak around behind her back any more.” Xander chuckled, leaning back against the headboard. “Man, I was so scared on the way over, I almost chickened out?”

“What stopped you?” Dawn asked as she finished undressing, displaying her shaved pussy, already glistening with her excitement.

“That look on your face you get when you cum.” Xander winked. “So, what you want to do tonight?”

“Tonight I want to try something new.” Dawn grabbed a bottle of moisturizer off her dresser and threw it to her boyfriend, “You’ve already taken two of my virginities; want to go for the complete set?”

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“OH GOD! OH GOD! FUCK ME XANDER: FUCK MY TIGHT ASS!” Buffy lay curled up in a ball on her bed, a pillow wrapped around her head. She was unable to block out the sound of her little sister having sex with one of her best friends in the next room, the common wall shaking every time Dawn’s bed banged against the other side.

It had been hard enough to watch Dawn crawl all over Xander as they sat trying to watch some TV after dinner. Her younger sister had performed what could only be described as a lapdance, rubbing herself against her boyfriend as sensually as she could. Xander’s hands had run all over Dawn’s body, squeezing her rear and cupping her breasts as they kissed almost continuously.

After almost two hours, Dawn had taken Xander by the hand and led him up the stairs, announcing that they were going to bed. No mention of sleep had been made, and Buffy was worried that she’d follow through on her sunset to sunrise threat.

But in the end, Buffy knew she deserved it; just like she deserved everything else.

To Be Continued...