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Usual disclaimer: This story involves sexual subject matter. If
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Thanks to Pat Harvey for proofing and editorial assistance.
Surprise! My Sister is a Stripper - Part One of Two(MF F voy solo
- MF voy - MF inc exhib solo/mast)
by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000.
I'd imagine that the title gives a little bit of this situation
away. But the surprise discovery was only part of this sticky
situation with my sister. My sister, Teresa, whom I called Terry,
and I, Alexander, had been close as kids. I was three years older
than she was, and four years younger than my brother, Will. My
brother and I got along OK, but I was always closer to my sister.
This closeness extended to discussions about sex and lovers.
Having a girl to talk about that with me when I was a teenager was
a big help, as she'd let me know what she'd like from me, if I
were her boyfriend. When I went away to college, we lost touch a
bit, getting involved with our own lives. When I ran short of
money, I moved back to my hometown and enrolled in the state
college. That brings me up to where this tale begins.
At the time of this first incident, I was in my last year of
college, working part time to cover tuition and happy to be living
away from home. I had my own place, and, even if it was something
of a dump, it was all mine, no roommates to share it with. A
delightful, sexy girlfriend, Jeanette, who worked as a stripper,
or perhaps you'd call it an exotic dancer, was my steady
girlfriend. I didn't think that my parents would approve of that
relationship, and neither of us made any claims nor requests for a
more permanent relationship or any promises that we'd stay
together in the future. Still, we had a lot of fun together, and,
for the most part, didn't go out with anyone else.
I had met her at the club where she worked, where she was visiting
on her day off. We ended up talking and getting a little drunk,
she more than I. She needed a ride home, and I offered her one.
But I was sufficiently clearheaded to realize that my driving
wasn't too good, and I asked her if she'd mind if I took her to my
place, where she could sleep until morning, when I'd take her
home. I lived only a couple of blocks from there. Jeanette was a
little worried about that; I told her she could sleep on the bed
and I'd take the couch, and I promised that I wouldn't try
anything while she was drunk.
When she woke up in the morning, naked in bed, she saw me sleeping
in my clothes on the couch. She then decided that I was a nice,
attractive man and woke me up to take a shower together. Then,
even before we were dry, we got back into bed. After that, our
relationship developed nicely, both in bed and in other ways. The
only sticking point in our relationship, really, was my family. I
had brought up, hypothetically, the idea of a relationship like
this one, and they hadn't thought it was good at all. Better to
wait until you're ready to get married, they'd said, and then pick
a nice girl.
Fortunately, I didn't have to bring my girlfriends home to visit.
But I did worry a bit about what they'd think of me if they knew
just how kinky a girl I had found, like in that Rick James song,
Super Freak! "She's a very freaky girl, the kind you don't take
home to mother." Jeanette was that, and I loved her for it. And
when she told me she liked being a stripper and fooling around, I
told her that was good, I liked her doing that. Not all the
dancers had boyfriends who could handle them teasing other men, or
perhaps doing even more than tease.
On this particular day, I got home from school in the early
afternoon, grabbed a quick bite to eat, took a shower, and left to
meet Jeanette. I headed out to the stripper bar where Jeanette
worked, to get together with her and maybe go out or home after
she got off work. Some days, she would just be too tired, but
usually, she'd at least stop by for a bit. I saw her there,
sitting at the bar.
We sat at a table and talked as usual, and mostly I didn't pay
attention to the girls dancing on stage. Jeanette never seemed to
mind if I looked, but, other than watching some interesting moves
or the various ways that guys would try to get more than a peek,
it was more interesting to just be with her, even though she was
dressed. This wasn't an all-nude place, the girls had to have
pasties on, though early in the day they often skipped that
despite what the law said, and something covering their pussies,
if little else.
Surprise! I saw my younger sister getting on stage, and I heard,
"A new girl at our club," over the PA. The bartender continued
with, "Here is Miss Kelly Ann."
At first, I was not sure that it was she, even though her hair was
right and she looked like her. Terry had always seemed a bit shy,
though not prudish, and I hadn't thought that she'd do something
like this. She had on a "bad girl" outfit, a black, heavy-metal
T-shirt, leather skirt, and spike-heeled shoes taller than I'd
seen her wear. But it was she, and I told Jeanette, "That's my
sister."
Her reaction was, "Cool, she looks good, especially that snake
tattoo going up her leg."
My sister was three years younger than I, and she had gotten
married, moved out, and gotten divorced in the time after I moved
out. I hadn't seen her all that often during that time, and I
didn't know what kind of work she had been doing to support
herself. Until now, that is.
Dropping out of high school to have a kid doesn't do much for your
employment prospects. Terry managed to get her high school
equivalency after her divorce, and kept a place of her own. Her
move back home after the divorce lasted only a month, as she
simply couldn't stand being nagged.
Being a stripper doesn't always make a lot of money, but it can.
Jeanette was nice enough to realize that she made more than I did,
working in a restaurant doing unskilled labor while going to
school. Terry had mentioned getting a tattoo, but had never shown
it to me. It started at the knee and went up the inner thigh,
hidden underneath her skirt. From where we were, all we could see
of it was the tail, and not all that well.
We watched for a while as she danced around, finishing her first
song without taking anything off. The next one, she took off the
T-shirt, exposing a black net bra which didn't hide her nipples.
I had not seen her naked, or even in a bra, for a few years, and
her breasts were very full, more than when she was 15. Maybe
because she'd had a kid and that made them grow a bit, or just the
result of growing up, but they looked very good to me. It felt
strange to be watching my sister and getting turned on a little
bit by her, just as though she was one of the other girls.
The next song, she took off her skirt. She had a black G-string
on under it, which exposed her ass nicely and didn't cover her
pussy up much, either. Soon, the few guys sitting next to the
stage pulled out dollar bills and stuck them into the strings on
her bottom, with one guy putting two into her shoes, one through
the strap of each.
At Jeanette's urging, we moved up next to the stage. I didn't
think my sister had noticed me yet, as I was off in the darkness.
The lights were bright on stage, and she was looking at a couple
of guys at the other end who had money on the table, hoping to get
them to give it to her.
She came around the stage to where we were sitting, taking her bra
off on the way and getting ready for her next song. She looked
at me and stared in shock. I tried not to stare at her, but, with
her tits uncovered and hard, bare nipples exposed, it wasn't easy
to do.
Jeanette pulled out a buck and stuck it in my hand, daring me to
give it to her. Terry said, "Hi, fancy meeting you here," and
laughed nervously. She didn't cover her tits up, though, as we
talked. "Don't tell dad or mom about this, please, Alex?"
"I won't," I answered. I didn't want to cause her trouble.
Terry looked at Jeanette and saw how she was sitting next to me,
holding my thigh. She asked, "Do you guys know each other?"
Jeanette grinned and told her, "Very intimately. We've been going
out for a while."
"Oh, another secret to keep. I won't tell mom about you going out
with Jeanette, and you won't tell dad about my dancing career.
OK?" Terry demanded.
There was one more reason that mom didn't like Jeanette; she
wasn't the same race as the one written on my driver's license.
That shouldn't have mattered, and it didn't seem important to us.
My parents had made a few remarks the one time that she came along
with me, "just as a friend," which were unkind and bigoted, to put
it mildly.
"No problem. Do you have fun doing this?"
"And it pays well, too! You shouldn't look at me like that. Does
he look at you like that, eyes popping out, when you dance?" she
asked Jeanette.
"He sure does! I like it. It gets him all hot and bothered for
later on."
"If you want this money, you better get moving," I told Terry,
laughing. It was the kind of teasing that the guys here do with
dancers, especially when they get to talking. This early in the
day, the boss didn't mind if the girls relaxed a bit, unless the
customers seemed impatient. The guys at the other end of the
stage didn't seem to be the impatient kind, and they called the
waitress over to get more drinks while we talked. But they looked
over when I started teasing Terry with the buck in my hand, and I
told her, "Move your ass, girl!"
It felt weird, telling my sister to do this, as if she was any
other girl there that I was teasing. But then she really started
to get into it. I mean, really, insanely, hot dancing, the kind
of hip movements which the girls usually save for encores where
the guys are going to toss money on the stage instead of applause.
It seemed like she was trying to turn me on, to punish me for
catching her here. As if the shock of seeing her body and
enjoying it was going to blow my mind, even though I'd seen it
before when we were younger. So far, other than tits, it wasn't
much more revealing than her string bikini, and even with that a
fair amount of tit hangs out, so it wasn't much different, right?
Well, she didn't let it go that way. I watched her, trying to
look cool, as if she was just another girl and not my sister.
More, I sat there as if this wasn't anything unusual. Or, at
least, I tried to do that. She gyrated, making her hips wiggle
and tits bounce, and she teased her fingers along the side of her
G-string bottom, as if she might pull it away. Some of the other
dancers do that, when they are trying to get someone really turned
on. A dancer wasn't allowed to take the thing off, but, if it
should get pulled out a bit, revealing a bit of pussy, it was OK
as long as there wasn't an undercover cop around. Even then it
might be OK, if no one touched it but she and the thing didn't
come off.
Terry did that now, squatting in front of me, legs spread,
pulling the cloth covering her pussy to the side, and said, "Bro,
isn't this the sweetest thing you've ever seen and can't have?"
It was very pretty and wet. She had her pubic hair trimmed, only
a patch above her slit, and I could see the head of the snake
completely, its tongue running along her slit, which was
completely bare. Jeanette trimmed as well; most of the dancers
did it a bit so they could wear tight bottoms without them puffing
out too much from their hair or having curls slip out. I hadn't
seen Terry's pussy for nearly four years, since I moved out, and
it really turned me on to look at her.
I put the money into her hand, and Jeanette decided to tease her
and me about this, saying, "You owe her more than a buck for that
show. Just look at you, turned on like the devil himself." She
then grabbed my hard dick in my pants and pulled at it, making it
obvious to Terry, to prove her point.
My sister moved off to collect some tips from the other guys there
and finished her dancing set. Jeanette needed to get changed for
her act, and she told me, "I need to get dressed, and I could use
some help. I think I can help you out, too, if we go now.
There's time before I have to go on for us to get it on."
We went off into the back room, where the changing area is. It
has a bit of privacy, in the form of partitions, but it isn't
truly private. On the other hand, only dancers and their SO's
usually go back there; not even the boss lady spies on them much,
unless there's been trouble with the cops, so it doesn't feel like
making it on stage. Which was something that Jeanette always
wanted to do, if we wouldn't get thrown in jail if we had tried
it.
"Watching you watch your sister get naked really turned me on.
Look at you, ready to go. Come on, fuck me _now_!" Jeanette
commanded. I was extremely interested in doing just that, and,
as she quickly stripped her clothes off, no underwear as usual, I
pulled my shoes and pants off. I was going to take my shirt off
as well, and socks, too, so as to be completely naked, but
Jeanette grabbed my dick and pulled me into her. She was leaning
up against the dressing table; I started to pump into her from
behind, and it felt great.
I hadn't checked on my sister. She was in back changing as well.
But she hadn't actually changed clothes, she just had a drink and
was resting there, wearing her G-string with her shoes off. My
sister came over by us, carrying her drink, hand inside her G-
string, and surprised me by saying, "Damn, you look fine there!
Don't stop on my account. Is he doing that so fine because of me,
or you?" she asked Jeanette. "I'm going to stay and watch you
guys, if you don't mind."
Jeanette insisted, "Stay, I need to get him off before I go on."
I didn't have much choice; it felt as though my dick would break
if I didn't keep fucking. Terry slipped her G-string off and sat
down in front of us, continuing to rub her pussy. It didn't take
too long for me to come with this stimulation, but I held out long
enough to feel Jeanette shake in her own orgasm. My sister
groaned, letting us know audibly that she got her rocks off
watching us. I licked up Jeanette, trying to help her get ready
to go on, since come dripping out doesn't look appealing on stage,
at least not to some of the guys there.
Jeanette pulled her outfit on, a tiger-pattern bikini covered up
with a loose black kaftan dress. She had to go out to do her
dancing, leaving us alone, Terry naked, me with my pants pulled
off.
I should have been embarrassed, but Terry didn't seem to be
bothered by what she had done or by watching me. This was only
temporary, I thought, a result of the shock of this situation --
she would soon say something, cover up, or otherwise indicate that
we shouldn't do this. Before that happened, I let my curiosity
about her situation take control, so I moved closer to her. I
saw her snake tattoo, and it drew me in. I had watched it when
she danced, but I hadn't been able to see it in detail. Kneeling
down in front of my sister, I asked her, "Can I take a look at
your snake tattoo?"
"I guess; you've seen it all before. It's only fair, bro, for the
show you just put on for me," Terry replied, and she smiled.
"It's going to be a little wet now, from dancing and my juice."
Terry spread her legs, letting me take a close look at the
decoration on the inside of her leg. I followed the snake's body,
touching it with my fingers. It went up her inner thigh and led
right to her pussy. The head was just outside where her G-string
had covered. The red, forked tongue pointed to her clit. My
fingers were still touching her tattoo, and I didn't stop until I
was at the end of the tongue.
"I can see what the snake is looking to taste with that tongue," I
said, and I slid my finger past the tip and onto her clit, which
was pleasantly wet. "Didn't it hurt, getting a tattoo put there?
I didn't think there were places which did that around here."
"All tattoos hurt," Terry answered, "but I had this one done in
different places. A shop did most of the snake, but a friend of
mine, Pauly, did the tongue. Kisses helped make the pain go away.
You can let go of it now, Lex."
My fingers had held onto her clit, which was easily big enough to
catch between them. I hadn't even thought about it as I listened
to her. We had seen each other close, like this, when we were
younger. We weren't kids anymore, and I knew that I really
shouldn't be touching her as I was. My curiosity about her tattoo
was satisfied. I let go, but I squeezed my fingers on her clit
before I did so. I hadn't touched her there in ten years, not
since we had mutually agreed that it was off-limits, not proper
contact between brother and sister.
"Don't do that!" my sister yelped. "Well, I let you check me out,
so, Lex, it's only fair that I get to look at you. Sit in this
chair, OK, bro?"
I felt embarrassed a bit by this, as I was still wet, soaked with
come from me and my girlfriend. I was also a little worried,
because my sister and I had played "tit for tat" games with our
teasing before. My touching her wasn't teasing, not until I
pinched her clit. But it was fair to give her the same chance.
If I didn't, she would find some way to pay me back, and I figured
it was safer to get it over with now. That's what we usually did,
dealt with things right away, so we didn't fight much when we were
kids.
I didn't have a tattoo, but Terry still ran her fingers up my leg
in the same place I had on her. She slid her fingers across my
balls, leaving them there, stroking it, then holding the sack. I
winced, anticipating a painful pinch. I still remember the time
she had twisted my scrotum when I was 12, not knowing the pain it
could cause. She knew better now, of course.
Sighing, releasing the breath I hadn't noticed I was holding I
relaxed, as she let her fingers move up to the base of my cock,
then up the shaft to the head, enclosing it. She then let them
lie there and said, "No tattoos here. But it feels a bit used up,
don't you think?"
Then she pinched it hard, between her fingers, around the head.
It was still soft, so it didn't hurt too badly. She let go after
a few seconds and said, "I hope you didn't mind that?"
"I can live with it, I guess. I won't do that again."
My sister and I both got dressed, with her putting on the same
"bad girl" outfit she had worn on stage, including her G-string.
We went out and sat at a table near the stage to watch Jeanette's
dancing.
This situation felt really weird. I mean, I was sitting there,
turned on by my sister, but I had a hot girlfriend who'd just
fucked me in front of my sis, who'd gotten herself off watching
us. Watching her do that was still hot in my mind. I had touched
her pussy and held her clit, and she had squeezed my wet dick.
This made me think things that I hadn't thought of in a long time
about my sister. We sat there, watching my girlfriend doing a
pleasing stripping dance. As usual, I didn't tip her; I don't tip
her on stage unless I'm playing with her to encourage the other
customers. Terry could see that I was getting turned on, watching
Jeanette and enjoying her show, but she seemed to be bothered by
something.
"Lex, do you come in on days when Jeanette isn't working here?"
Terry asked.
"Not usually, why?"
"I was thinking that I want to work here, but it would be too
embarrassing if you were around."
"Embarrassing, or something else?" I asked, laughing. But I
thought I knew what she meant. I wasn't embarrassed, exactly,
about what had happened. But it didn't feel normal, either.
"It's just something. I don't want to have you watching me. This
place pays pretty good, better than where I usually work. They'll
take me part time, and it might turn into something more. So, if
you could just work it out so you don't come around when I'm up
there, I'd like that."
After Jeanette got done with her set, we all got together with the
boss and worked out a new schedule plan. She thought that a kinky
girl might not mind her brother being around, but she understood
and we made new arrangements. I also decided that I wasn't going
to come in to get Jeanette if Terry was there, and we agreed to
meet at the door.
I liked looking at my sister, but she was my _sister_, not just
another girl. I didn't know if I could handle a repeat of today,
not in the back room. And I wasn't sure that it might not lead to
something more, if we started hanging around when she was naked.
A couple years passed. I wasn't going out with Jeanette now. We
had broken up after I graduated, and that was mostly due to us not
being in love, just friendly lust. She had met a kind man who
wanted to save her from a life of sin and keep her at home in the
style which she had become accustomed to. I had found a
succession of jobs and had a few short relationships.
I did get to see my sister from time to time, but I never tried to
see her strip. I had quit going to clubs like that after I
stopped seeing Jeanette. Truthfully, I only went there with her
because she worked there, and she liked getting screwed at work.
Stripping is one of the few jobs where her employer won't complain
if she did that on her break, as long as she didn't collect any
money for it. She liked this place because the owner let her do
that with me, though it took a while to talk the boss into that,
even though I was her boyfriend. Letting random guys into the back
room tends to draw the attention of law enforcement, so I was very
pleased to be treated as one of the gang at the club.
My sister liked to get a good tan, though, and would often be
topless, sometimes with just a little G-string bottom, when I'd
stop by her place. But she seemed cool about that situation,
unlike stripping. Terry told me that when she danced it was to
get the guys horny, and she didn't want to do that with her
brother. She showed more in the sunshine than she usually did in
the clubs, but it was true, it was a more innocent situation.
There were lots of places in the world where going topless, even
with your brother, wouldn't be strange. Sometimes, she'd cover
up, but a few times, we'd lay out in the sun together. Her place
had an industrial area behind it, with a hill in the way, a large
fence blocking the view from the neighbors. She told me "I really
love the privacy, it lets me have lots of fun in the back yard!"
The only slightly naughty thing we did was put suntan lotion on
each other. However, she teased my nipples when doing so more
than I did hers. I would just rub the lotion on her breasts and
nipples in a quick pass, just as if it were anywhere else on her
body. She would spend several minutes stroking my nipples,
tickling touches on the hair around them. But that was as far as
it went, just a bit of teasing and sometimes tickling. But both
of us had outgrown ticklishness, or at least had the ability to
control it. Our tickling never lasted long as a result; it was
just a bit of testing, like we had done when teasing when we were
kids.
At that time, I wasn't going out regularly with anyone. I hadn't
told anyone in our family about my sister's work, and she had done
other things over the last two years than just dancing. But it
paid well, and she still would take jobs from time to time. She
worked for a private agency, doing house parties, rather than
working in clubs, because it paid better.
She needed to have someone come along, to drive her after she lost
her driver's license and to help "bounce" if there was trouble.
Usually, she had a convenient boyfriend to help out with this,
someone she didn't mind getting naked and horny in front of.
Then, one time, I was babysitting her daughter, and she had to get
to a job which was quite a distance away. Her "man," Jerry,
couldn't make it. His car had broken down, he said; he'd been
sitting in a bar, more likely, but he just didn't show up to pick
her up from my place. No time to get anyone else, plans ruined, a
few hundred on the line plus the annoyance to her agent, and she
realized that I was available. We had avoided doing anything like
this, or even talking much about what she did on these jobs.
We had to take her kid along for this trip, too. She was old
enough to know what mommy did, about five, if not quite to
understand what it was all about. The plan was that I was going
to stay in the car with my niece, and she'd go into the house, do
her act, and come out. I was a bit nervous about doing this with
her, and even more about having my niece along when we did this.
I managed to miss a stop sign while trying to find the turn for
the street, and, sure enough, a cop came up, lights flashing, and
we pulled over. We did the whole, "Do you know what you did?",
"Yes, I do, officer, I'm sorry," routine. He wrote me up a
ticket, and he noticed that my niece had undone her seatbelt. But
he decided to be nice, possibly due to my sister being there, and
wrote it up as an adult no-belt violation. Being stopped meant
that Terry was going to be late for her engagement, and she
worried about that.
When we got there, she got nervous, thinking that, if there was
trouble, it would be good to have me closer. I'm tall enough to
look intimidating, and that would help. Her kid being along was
another thing to help keep it safe, assuming that the guys were
only horny, not truly perverted. We wouldn't watch the act, just
be in the next room listening for a call for help, which probably
wouldn't be necessary.
OK, that seemed to be safe enough, just helping out my sister this
way. But there was a mirror, which gave me a good view of the
room where she was to dance. At first, I didn't plan to actually
watch her dance, just look enough to see if there was trouble. I
talked with her daughter, who was looking the other way at me,
unable to see the mirror.
I tried not to stare at the mirror as she passed back and forth,
visible only part of the time. She got down to a G-string, as I'd
seen her in before, and she still looked very attractive, dancing
in bare feet on the carpet. She played some very sexy music on
the little boom box as she danced. For her final number, she
pulled the last of her clothes off, stood in front of the guest of
honor whose birthday it was, then sat on his lap about halfway
through the song. She stayed there, snuggling, until the song
ended. My sister then got up, pulled her G-string on, then
started to grab the rest of her clothes and other things. Sis
pulled her shirt on, leaving her bikini top off. I had gotten
hard and excited watching her do this, but I figured that I'd have
time to relax a bit before she could see me.
Terry came in to get us. She told me that the guy's wife, who'd
gotten him this special present, had asked her if, once she got
dressed, we could all meet the family. The wife and her daughter-
in-law had stayed for the show, Terry told me, but the other women
had left. The two remaining women wanted to say hello to all of
us, thought it was delightful that Terry's family had come along,
and didn't mind about what she did. I don't know if she noticed
me being hard or not, but I definitely noticed her ass in the G-
string as she walked away.
She went off with her clothes to the bathroom to finish getting
dressed as the guy's wife introduced herself, and then we met the
rest of the family. This turned into a more-or-less ordinary get-
acquainted meeting. The lady of the house told me it was good
that I could help my sister out this way and not be too
embarrassed. I felt funny, but not really embarrassed, so I guess
that was true. Mostly, the folks there started to talk with my
niece, and that let me just stand there and relax.
But as a final bit of surprise, the guy asked my sister "Aren't
you Terry Burrell, Bob Burrell's kid?"
"How do you know that?"
"We worked together, and I stopped by his house a few times. I
knew you looked familiar. He's a nice guy. And he's OK with you
doing this kind of thing?"
"Sure. Well, he worries a bit, but it is OK," Terry answered. It
was possible that she had mentioned something to our dad, but I
didn't remember it coming up.
"Well, say hello to him from me when you see him again. It's a
small world, isn't it?" he asked, laughing loudly.
His wife mentioned that we had gotten stopped by the cops, which
came out in the conversation with my niece. Being a pleasant,
somewhat important guy, he said, "Give me the tickets, and I'll
take care of it. Don't worry about it, and thanks for my birthday
present!"
Then we left. Terry gave me gas money and "bouncing money," a
part of her payment that she always gives to the guy that helps
her out. It felt odd to take money from her for doing this, but
she insisted.
Having done this, my sister still tried to avoid having me see her
stripping. There were some other changes, though, such as her
staying topless outside, sunbathing or just walking around, almost
every time when I visited, and both of us acting as though there
wasn't anything unusual about it. It did turn me on, but she was
my sister and I guess I got used to it. She always looked
attractive, but I never tried even the slightest advance.
At least, not until a few months after the last time I'd watched
her strip. She needed a ride to a special, out-of-town party. I
was at my brother's place; he was out, my sister-in-law was there
and their kids and my sister's kid, with no one else to watch
them. My sister was expecting to be able to find a ride for her
show. But she couldn't find any guys to do it, nor girls, even
though she didn't like using them for bouncing, they not being
tough enough. It would pay really well, and she didn't want to
give it up. My sister-in-law was a bit drunk and didn't have a
driver's license, either, and I wasn't going to let either of them
borrow my car for this adventure.
"This is a great party, Alex. Five hundred dollars just for
showing up, a bonus for a second session since the other girl they
wanted can't make it, and these guys will tip well, my agent said.
But I need to get there soon or they'll be pissed off, and I
really need this money."
Now, that was rather high pay for this kind of thing. It wasn't
that private dancing didn't pay well for the time, but this was an
awful lot for just a dancer. Even if my sister was really good,
and I happened to think that she was, I worried a bit about it.
So I asked her, "Exactly what kind of dancing will you be doing
for this party?"
"It's a nude gig. Strip and stay naked, three acts, plus a
bedroom tease-dance with the groom-to-be. I wouldn't ask you to
come along for something like this, but I really need the money.
You can just keep an eye on the guys and don't have to look at me.
I need to get there, and I just need to have you around in case I
need help. Please, bro?"
I was not unexcited by this prospect, but I also wasn't overjoyed.
But I could tell that she really did need the money. She was low
on funds, not able to make the rent, and, even though her landlord
might not kick her out this time, it could happen. So I told her,
"OK, we can go."
"Right away, we need to get going right away. Lex, catch my bag.
I have all my stuff all set."
So we went off. It was a long drive. She turned the radio on and
cranked it up, so we couldn't talk much. She had been drinking a
bit already, and I'd had a couple of beers, and Terry just wanted
to relax, I guess, before doing this.
When we got to the house, a very nice place in the rich suburbs of
our neighboring city, the group there did seem like nice guys.
There were about twenty men in the room, mostly college age. The
party seemed active, with lots of laughing and no other women
present besides my sister. It seemed like a typical bachelor
party of sorts, and my sister was going to be a bit of bonus
teasing for the groom.
"Don't tell these guys that I'm your sister, Lex," my sister
whispered to me. "And watch what they do, in case they get too
wild. But I think I'm going to have fun. The groom is a hunk!"
When they offered me a drink, I said, "Soda only, no booze,
please. I need to be able to drive safely."
"Well, I guess we can find some. There are no designated drivers
here, though!" the guy said, and he laughed. My sister took a
drink, though, then went off to change for her show. The guys
were all ready for it; one of them was a bit annoyed at us being
late, and said he hoped that it would be worth it. I told them,
"She sure will be."
I didn't know how true that was going to turn out. They had hoped
to get two girls for their party, not one, and that meant that my
sister would need to work quite hard to make them happy if she
hoped to get a good tip. The extra-long dance session was also
unusual. Most of her private dances were less than an hour, but
this was supposed to be three hours, with naked breaks when she
wouldn't dance but the guys could look. Looking worried about the
things my sister had described, I was, but she told me, "Unless
these guys try to rape me, just let me handle it."
This time, I didn't wait in another room as she did her dances. I
stood off to the side of the room, not close by her, but a few of
the guests were near me. As she did her teasing dance, taking her
pants off, then shoes, shirt, and bra, she moved around the room,
wiggling, bouncing tits, moving to the music. She sat on the lap
of the groom-to-be and rubbed her tits against his face, on his
cheek. She ground her groin against him as she danced. Terry
pulled off her G-string, then rubbed her naked body against him.
She then moved away and danced around the room, letting the other
guys look but not touch too much. They patted her ass, held her
tits, but didn't grab her, and she complained quickly and looked
at me when one of the guys tried to pull her onto his lap. Terry
said, "No, only Roy, the groom, gets to do that. If he isn't
chicken!"
My sister came close by me, and I could smell her pussy. I was
sure that she was having fun doing this and getting turned on,
which seemed to me to be the best way to do it if she was going to
dance naked like this. She even came over close by me, and said,
"You could grab me if you want, that would be OK."
Now, I wasn't supposed to let on that I'm her brother, so I
figured that she was just trying to tease her customers a bit. So
I answered, "You'll have to wait until we get home."
She went back to the groom in her trip around the room, sat on his
lap, kissed him, and said, "You're going to make your wife a lucky
woman."
Then it was her break. My sister went off to the bathroom to
freshen up, which in this case included wiping the sweat off her
body. But I think that the leftover wetness looked even sexier
than the sweat from her dancing, and her pussy glistened with
moisture of its own. She walked around a bit, letting all the
guys get a good look, but now, without the music, not one tried to
touch her. So far, this seemed like it might be a calm, if sexy,
adventure.
Terry sat by me, leaned up against me, and said, "This is going to
be fun, I think. These guys are really cool about this, and that
Roy makes me horny." She laughed, then got up and went over to
sit by Roy. I watched my sister as she sat on the chair across
from him and spread her legs, making a beautiful sight with her
pussy open a bit and wet. I could see it as well, and she smiled
at me. She was very turned on by this situation.
I'd seen her this hot before, but it had been a very long time.
Flashback time, now -- I sat there, and let myself drift off into
my memories. . . .
When we still lived together at home, there were times when we'd
get body peeks after showers. We came upstairs from the bathroom
in a towel, and they didn't always cover perfectly. She'd stop by
my room and talk, and the towel would barely cover her waist, and
she'd sit and expose herself. Or she'd turn, and I'd see nothing
covering her behind, since the towel didn't wrap all the way. She
got to see me the same way, too, and sometimes we'd get dressed
without closing the door. It was rather relaxed, but not leading
to sex, really. Up until I was thirteen, we weren't told not to
get naked with each other, and we played often in the nude,
touching each other. My brother had to tell on us that year, for
whatever reason, and that meant we couldn't simply get naked
together, not without risking punishment. Still, we both let the
other see more than most opposite sex siblings show.
But one day, I was naked, masturbating, with the door closed, and
she walked in. I was close to coming, and she said, "Sorry, I
didn't mean to . . ."
I said, "That's OK," as I came. She stayed and watched me wipe
myself up, and I explained how I did this often, and it felt good.
She said the same kind of thing, and, shortly after that, she left
her door open to let me watch her.
When I noticed that, I walked in, said "Hello," then asked if she
minded me being there.
"No," Terry said, and very deliberately demonstrated, for quite a
while, how she made herself feel good. I had to take care of
myself, so I went to my room. Terry knocked, came in when I said
to, and watched me. But we didn't repeat this, once we had shown
what we could do and how it made us feel. We became less shy
about being naked around each other. Terry tended to start the
game of "let me see you naked," asking to see me so I would feel
compelled to ask her.
Only one of us would be naked at a time when we played like this.
She let me feel her pussy and tits, and I let her feel me, but it
was only touching, nothing more. It never came close to true
masturbation. Even after she lost her virginity and showed me,
just so I'd believe her, I never felt tempted to have sex with
her. I moved out when I went away to college, and that was the
end to our occasional looks at each other. That day when we
masturbated was, now, almost 10 years in the past. But I still
remembered it, and I remembered how my thoughts had been of doing
more than just watching her. . . .
But, here and now, my sister was getting hot, wet, and naked in
front of me. After almost an hour, she finally got dressed again,
in a new costume. This time, a biker chick with chains and a
whip. This was yet another side of her I hadn't seen. She really
got into her evil role, teasing the whip across all the guys. She
took off her shirt, a short skirt (much as I had seen her in
before, perhaps the same one), and had on only a chain, wrapped
over her breasts and between her legs. It was the kind of chain
you might use on a dog collar or leash, wrapped around her
breasts, looped twice between her legs, with links to each side of
her slit. The ends of the chain were tied around her waist,
handing down in front of her slit, bouncing against her pussy as
she moved. I could see it striking her as she moved, obviously
stimulating her, but if it hurt her she gave no sign of pain.
When she came by Roy, she said, "Are you a good boy or a bad boy?"
and flicked the whip between his legs.
"I'm trying to be good, but it is really hard with you doing
this."
"Aren't you going to miss having fun like this once you get
married?"
One of the other guys answered, "I don't see how, he doesn't get
any now."
Terry asked in reply, "You mean that you're marrying a virgin?" in
a sultry voice, mouth open in mock innocence.
"Uggh . . . no. But she never came by with chains and a whip."
"Well, just tell her all about tonight, and she might change her
mind. Maybe you'll want to try me out for comparison shopping."
There was more teasing, but that was the heart of that set. She
even came by, pressed up against me, and then actually hit me with
her whip, saying, "You naughty boy. Keep that thing down, or I'll
have to punish you." She didn't hit me in the groin, or all that
hard. I think that made my erection feel worse. I was getting
really turned on, and it was obvious that she was, too.
She didn't take off the chains for the next break, and she sat on
Roy's lap a lot during this time. Terry explained to me that the
other guys wanted her to tease him as hard as she could, and she
certainly was doing so. My sister told me, "I wouldn't mind it if
it wasn't just teasing. I've felt his cock, and I really could
use it now."
Which wasn't exactly the kind of thing I wanted to talk about with
my sister when I was hard and turned on enough to hurt, and she
was naked. Not just naked, either -- two chains clinking together
drew my eyes to her lovely clit, and the rest of her wet pussy.
Worse, though I was tempted to slip off to the bathroom for some
relief, there was a line of guys waiting. I went and pissed
outside, but I didn't feel like trying anything else out there.
When I came back in, Terry told me "The next dance will be
something really special," then went off to dress again.
She came out in a wedding dress. It was her actual dress, the one
she wore, not just a costume. There is something sexy about
wedding dresses, especially the way that she wore it, with nothing
under it. Just as she had at her own wedding, as she had told me,
along with more details of her honeymoon than most sisters tell.
But before she got into her wedding-music dance, she came over to
me and said, "I want to do something more than just dance tonight.
Can you handle it if I decide to get laid? Just Roy, not the
others. I like him. The guys made an offer to me to do it, but
it isn't the money, though I don't mind that. I like him, really,
and want to have fun. Please?"
Now, this kind of request was hard to deal with. At least, that
is what I thought to myself, the kind of strange talking-to-
yourself things that go on when you are really thrown for a loop.
The legal question aside, and I didn't think these guys were cops,
there were some issues there I wasn't sure about. She was my
sister, and this was pretty close to prostitution. Except that
the money wasn't why she was doing it if the situation were
reversed, and I was a stripper and the bride happened to come on
to me, I'd go for it. She was very horny, but it wasn't like I
didn't know that she had sex, or something like that.
"Sure, no problem," I answered.
"You'll have to come in the bedroom with us, and keep the other
guys out. It's OK if you watch; after all, I've watched you
before. Just make sure that only Roy gets into me, right?"
"Huh?"
"A couple of the guys came up to me as I was changing and touched
my pussy. I don't want this to turn into a gang-bang. I need you
there to keep it safe and still let me have fun."
Could I handle it? She was asking me to stay and watch her fuck,
and not do anything myself. Implicitly, I was going to take her
home and not tell anyone, especially her boyfriend, who hadn't
come along on this trip, and most especially our parents, that she
was like this. She was a bit drunk, but seemed sincere. So I
said, "Yes, I'll make sure you get only what you want. Just the
groom, no others, right?"
"That's it, no gang-bang here. He's so cute, and I just need
this, please?"
"OK, no problem, Terry."
She then did her wedding dance. My sister started out with the
wedding march; she walked around the room with the step-and-stop
march that goes along with it, passing the guests as though she
was going down the aisle. She stopped, as the song ended, right
next to the groom. Her tape then went into a little speech about
"Do you take this man to be your husband?" and Terry said, "Yes, I
do, right here and right now!" The music moved into a dance beat,
and she slowly pulled her dress off. She said, "Lex, get this and
keep it safe," and I came over by her, picked it up, and carried
it over to her bags.
When I came back, she was telling Roy, " . . . it's time to cross
the threshold, if you're ready. Just pick me and carry me to the
bedroom, and I'm yours."
Roy, however, didn't seem up to doing this. He moved away. His
friends took him aside, and my sister waited there, naked as a
bride on her wedding night. A couple of minutes later, they came
back, and one of them said, "Just go in the bedroom. He's all
ready for you."
Terry headed off, and I followed. When I got to the door, one of
the other guys asked if I was going in, and I told him, "Yes, I
have to, it's part of the job. You have to stay outside."
Roy was lying naked on the bed, not hard, perhaps a bit nervous
about what his friends had talked him into doing. I was very hard
myself, and couldn't believe that I'd let her talk me into
watching her do this. Terry climbed onto the bed and knelt
between his legs. Then she took his cock into her mouth and
started sucking on it. She looked like she was doing this very
well, by Roy's reaction. She did this for a few minutes, but
didn't let him come.
"Roy, it's your turn now. A nice practice "ride" before your real
one. Just treat me as nice as you'll treat your wife."
Terry lay down on the bed and let Roy touch her. He took his
time, doing a very enjoyable slow massage and kisses over her
body, and then licked her wet pussy. It didn't take long before
Terry said, "Fuck me, please, stick it into me." She pulled her
legs up and apart and let Roy mount her. Then Terry wrapped her
legs around his back. It didn't take long for both of them to
come, very close to a simultaneous orgasm.
I thought that they'd stop there. But Roy said, "Girl, I'm still
ready to go. I can't believe how much this turns me on."
"I bet you'll do just fine for the real deal, darling. Now, fuck
me some more, I'm ready too."
They proceeded to repeat their fucking, taking a bit more time on
this second go. Roy bent over to kiss Terry, which was the first
time tonight that he had done that. I was a bit distracted
watching them make love like this, and didn't notice the door on
the other side of the room open. A few of the guys, five or six,
came in. When my sister saw them, and they started moving closer
to the bed, she looked at me and nodded her head to say "yes". I
wasn't sure that she meant that it was OK for them to be in the
room or OK for them to go at her. But I figured that I could ask
before they actually touched her, so I didn't say anything about
them.
It didn't take long for Terry to come again, and maybe a few
times, from how she was shaking and moaning. I didn't think that
Roy saw the guys come in, as he was facing away from the door and
they were being quiet. As he came, he rolled over and lay back,
very relaxed. The other guys then applauded, saying how well he'd
performed and that he had better be that good after the wedding.
Terry got up, dripping wet come from her pussy. A couple of the
guys grabbed at her and tried to push her down on the bed. She
then yelled at me, "Come here, it's time to go home." And then
she turned to the guys and said, "Show's over. Let me get out of
here."
I moved over to her and helped her out of the room. Not bothering
to get dressed, Terry just grabbed her bags and clothes, asked me
if I still had the money, which I did, and started to leave.
She said, "Thanks for the great party, it was a lot of fun, but we
have to go home now." We left the house, she walking naked, and
still dripping, out to my car. She pulled on her T-shirt, put her
shoes on, and hopped into the passenger seat in the car.
I put her bags in the back seat, got in the car, and started it.
As we got moving, Terry said, "That was close. If you hadn't
gotten me out of there, I'd have been sore for a week." And she
laughed. "I can't believe it, I'm still horny."
"Hmm, has this kind of thing happened before at parties like
this?"
"Not exactly like this, but, a couple of times before, when I did
a gig with just my girlfriend along, I was horny and the guy was
hot enough. But not for a big party. Once was just one guy
alone, which was safe enough. The other was three guys, but there
were two of us to take care of them."
As we headed toward home, Terry pulled her shirt up a bit,
exposing her tits to me again, and then pulled it down. She
rummaged through her bag and found a towel, then wiped herself
off. She moved up, put the towel under her, and said, "I don't
want to mess your car up too much. Still, I don't want to get
dressed yet, either, if you don't mind."
"No problem, sis. Just relax."
I said "sis" on purpose, this time. Her relaxing meant rubbing
the corner of the towel across her pussy, ostensibly to wipe it
off. Soon, though, her fingers were moving into her, and all over
her pussy, and one hand crawled up under her shirt.
"We should stop at my place first, before taking you home. It is
late, and I don't think I'm up to the drive all the way home."
"Did you get a chance to jack off before we left?"
"Terry!" I exclaimed in protest. But she was right, of course,
that I had a problem. "No, I was busy watching over you, and
there were guys in every bathroom during your breaks. I think
that they were handling themselves, but I didn't get a chance to.
And I can't do it when I'm driving."
"So I guess you really do need to stop before we get to my place,
or you'll die, heh?"
"Funny. It's all your fault. If you weren't my sister, I'd take
care of this problem in a different way."
"I'm glad you were around to help out. I figured that the groom
was safe, a healthy young man, not stupid enough to give anything
to his wife. The rest of them, I wasn't sure. And I really liked
how he fucked me. I told him to come inside me too, and not to
use a condom. That was really sweet, wasn't it? You know that I
can't have any more kids, right?"
"Yes, I know about that. And I guess that he was safe to do it
with."
"Safe and sexy. But remember, please don't tell anyone about it."
My sister continued to rub herself all the way to my place. I
turned the radio on, so I couldn't hear her as much, but I
couldn't avoid the odor. It was too hot to open the windows, and
the air conditioning didn't really cool off the part of me that
needed cooling.
When we got to my apartment, Terry came in, still wearing just a
T-shirt and shoes. It was late enough that I didn't think anyone
would see, but it still seemed strange that she wasn't even trying
to get dressed.
"Do you have anything to drink?" she asked. "Something hard and
cold?"
"Yes."
We made drinks. I needed one, too. I was hard and hurting, but I
really felt that a drink would do me good. My sister was sitting
at the kitchen table with me, bare ass on the seat, and had a
drink as well. She still had her hand between her legs, and asked
me "What are you thinking about doing right now?"
_Sticking my dick up your pussy and fucking your brains out,_ I
thought to myself. _You can't be so drunk that you don't know how
much you've been torturing me on the drive home, or right now._
But I said, "Going to my room and taking care of my little
problem."
"Lex, is that really what you're thinking?"
"No, but we can't do what I'm thinking."
"Remember when we were kids, and you watched me rub myself like
this, and I watched you jack off? We could do that, and it would
be safe. It's not like we'd be fucking."
"I remember. We were just kids then."
Terry pulled her T-shirt off and said, "I know this turns you on.
It turns me on, too. I'd like to see you again, doing it. You're
going to think about me when you grab your dick, so why not let me
be there to enjoy it?"
Resistance is futile, sayeth the Borg. In this case, I was tired
and horny and I didn't want to argue. I was glad she wasn't
trying to ask for more; even if we weren't kids, it wasn't like
this would actually be having sex. I'd fucked a girl in front of
her, and tonight I watched her fuck a guy. Masturbating together
wouldn't be a big deal, not compared to that.
Most importantly, I felt like my balls were going to explode and
my dick would break if I didn't do something. I wasn't sure that
I could safely handle the thing without it hurting, and I had to
do something. I couldn't remember ever being so turned on for so
long without doing something about it.
"You're right. But don't touch me at all. And just be patient,
my balls are close to bursting."
"You poor, poor man," Terry replied, and giggled. That made her
tits shake, and that made me even harder.
My pants were the first things to come off after my shoes. I had
to get my dick uncovered to give some reduction to the pressure I
felt. It didn't take long to remove the rest of my clothes. I
lay down on the bed, and Terry moved next to me. We were side by
side, our bodies touching. I had turned down the light, so we
couldn't really look at each other well anyway, but in this
position we looked mostly into each other's eyes. Slowly, I
stroked my balls and dick, trying to get them to relax. Terry
rubbed her pussy, rubbing her feet against mine as she did that.
It didn't take long at all for me to come, and I almost passed out
from that. I felt Terry come, moaning and saying, "Ummm, that's
good."
We both fell asleep, a combination of drinking and orgasmic
pleasure. We didn't even pull any covers up over us, and we
stayed as we were, sleeping naked next to each other, all night.
In the morning, I woke up and was a bit confused. My sister woke
up soon after I started moving, so I didn't have a chance to look
at her, except to see that she was naked and I was as well. My
dick was very hard as I awoke, a situation which happens from time
to time and, given the previous night's activities, wasn't
surprising. It seemed to me that I had dreamed of sex with my
sister, of joining in an orgy of guys sucking her tits, licking
her pussy, and fucking her all night long. I felt like I should
be embarrassed over what had happened, but I wasn't.
Terry was a bit more confused, at first. "What happened last
night?" she asked me. I explained, including, of course, that we
hadn't actually fucked or otherwise had sex involving touching
each other. I could have teased her about it, suggesting that we
had done more. But this situation was bothering me, and I wasn't
sure who the teasing would affect worse.
Terry inquired of me, "Are you still horny this morning?"
Since she was looking at my still very hard dick, I figured that I
didn't need to answer. But then she said, "I'm still horny, too.
I can't believe last night. That was just so hot. But, whatever
you do, don't tell Jerry, I don't think he'll handle it well."
"I won't."
She started rubbing her pussy as she had last night. The light
was better this morning, and she looked really wonderful doing it.
Then she said, "Move to the other side of the bed and lie facing
toward me. I want you to be able to see me, and I'll watch you."
"OK, I guess. Are you sure that this is all right to be doing?"
"No, but I'm horny, and we did it last night, so just do it, OK?"
My dick still outranked my brain in the decision-making process
that morning. What little logic it could muster ran straight into
the argument that, if it was OK last night, it must still be good
to do this morning, and my dick insisted that I had to do
something about its situation. I could almost hear it calling to
me, and I figured that, to preserve my sanity, I had to listen.
We both took our time doing this. I put my pillow behind me, and
Terry had the backboard of the bed to support her, along with a
couple of pillows. This meant that we could look without much
strain, and we could see both our faces and our genitals. I was
really enjoying this feeling, and, as I came close to coming the
first time, which only took a couple of minutes, I grabbed the
base of my shaft with my other hand and squeezed, hard, until the
pressure for release relented. I then started using slow, soft
strokes, and scratching down my balls and thighs, for a very
relaxed, slow wank. Terry also seemed to be taking a bit more
time for her contact, having both hands move away from her pussy
for a bit to caress breasts, arms, thighs, and feet before moving
back to the center.
She couldn't hold off coming for too long, and didn't. I managed
to hold back my orgasm while she was coming, but I was starting to
feel a painful pressure, as I had last night. I didn't really
want to push it quite so far, even though the feeling was
extremely good. Terry didn't seem like she was going to stop
until I finished, and I watched with great delectation as she
rapidly flicked her fingernails across her clit while pushing her
other hand into her vagina. She kicked against me as she came,
and I pushed back as I came. I felt very close to her, to share
this total abandonment into pleasure. It felt better doing this
than I'd felt fucking some girls, and we hadn't truly touched each
other. At least not on anything sexual, we hadn't.
I was a bit messy, but I moved up by Terry and hugged her. We
cuddled against each other, and she caught my softened dick
between her legs and pulled my come-filled hand against her belly.
We lay together for a few minutes like that, she in front of me.
Part of me said that I shouldn't be with my sister like this, but
I just couldn't help it, not this morning.
Terry got up out of bed and said, "I need to use your bathroom,
shower, and get dressed. You have towels in there, right?"
"Sure, go ahead."
I have another bathroom, fortunately. I got up, grabbed my robe,
and walked to it, thinking as I went how silly worrying about
covering up with a robe was after what we had just done. I didn't
take it off, but I didn't put any more clothes on, either. After
taking care of the call of nature, I went to the kitchen and made
coffee, and got out some rolls and pastry for a quick breakfast.
Then I went back to my room, carrying a cup of coffee for each of
us.
Terry was out of the shower, but still naked and drying herself
off with the towel.
"Thanks for the coffee; I really need it," Terry told me, smiling
as she drank it, standing there naked in front of me with the
towel draped over her shoulder. _She could have at least pulled
it around her,_ I thought. My dick was starting to get hard
again, even though I had just gotten off with great potency. I
didn't want to start anything more, and I knew that my sister
would notice my arousal if I didn't do something quickly.
"There's still hot water for your shower. You should go ahead and
get cleaned up."
Seeing an escape, I quickly headed that way and told her,
"Thanks!"
I ran the water cold for a short while. That was probably not the
best solution; though it cut down the immediate desire, it was not
as effective as getting myself off would have been. But I was
thinking that this little adventure was now over; Terry would get
dressed, I'd take her home, and we'd talk about how we would never
do anything like this ever again. She just was in a place where
even a nun would have reacted, and I had shown considerable
restraint in not trying anything at all with her.
When I came out of the bathroom and returned to the bedroom, this
time wearing just a small towel, Terry was lying on the bed, still
naked, not even a towel covering her. Her legs were spread apart
and her pussy looked wet, and I could smell the pleasant fragrance
coming from her, a natural perfume that no bottled scent can
match.
"I'm horny, Alexander. I want one more, please. Another time
coming with you."
"You could have just done it yourself," I said, "as you were lying
there waiting for me."
"I want to do it with you watching. I want to do more, even."
"We shouldn't do this," I responded, but my hard dick suggested
that I had other ideas.
"It will be OK. Please?"
I got a bit worried, then, because this was getting to be like a
habit. But I couldn't make myself not do it. I couldn't stop
wanting to do something. So far, it had been safe, if
masturbating while watching each other was safe. I lay back down
on the bed next to her, expecting to repeat what we'd done before
and getting my release so I could resist doing more with her.
But Terry declined to cooperate. Instead of staying on the bed
next to me, she got up and moved her body over mine, her mouth
above my genitals and her pussy in front of my face. My initial
reaction was a mix of panic and excitement. I was afraid that
she'd start licking my dick, sucking it, and, having watched her
do that the previous night, I didn't think I could stop her. My
physical arousal was quickened, and I felt my dick leap up and hit
her face. But when she didn't move to attack my sexual spots, or
even touch them, I started to relax.
She slowly moved downward, moving her pussy right over my nose,
giving me a wonderful sniff at her pussy, and I could feel her
moisture on my face. She stopped with her slit right over my
mouth, and she pressed it against my lips. I could taste her,
drops of moisture falling into my mouth. I thought about opening
my mouth, catching her clit in my teeth, and then biting it as
hard as I possibly could to make her stop doing this. But I dared
not open my mouth to say anything, because my tongue would escape,
and, if that happened, I knew I wouldn't be able to control it.
My hard dick was near her mouth, and I could feel breath on it.
And a bit of wetness as she let them touch, her lips on my shaft.
That changed to soft kisses, but her tongue didn't come out. My
sister stopped trying to push for further contact, and instead
moved her body up to her knees. Terry put one hand on her pussy
and started rubbing herself, while I was able to look straight up
into it.
I moved both hands to my dick and balls and gave her a similar
show. We were still close enough to be able to feel the breath of
the other, and I exhaled hard enough to be sure that she could
feel it.
As she rubbed herself and started to get closer to her climax, she
said"I should just eat your dick up right now. You couldn't stop
me. God, it looks so hard and hot, pulsing, throbbing. I bet
you'd love it if I did that." She moved her head down for a
closer look and sniff as she said that.
I gave the answer I'd been thinking about as I watched her make
love to her pussy, tasting her juice as it escaped. "If you tried
that, I'd bite your clit hard enough to draw blood, or maybe I'd
bit it clean off."
"Would you really do that to your own sister?"
"I was thinking about it, right after you dropped your clit on my
lips. If you had started sucking my dick, I would have been
forced to bite it off in self-defense."
"I would have bitten your dick off, if you tried that."
"It would have been safer than letting you suck on me, sis."
Talking about doing this to each other somehow turned her on, and
it worked for me as well. She came when I said that, and almost
immediately afterward so did I. I shot my come into her face, and
she rained down on mine. She collapsed on top of me, and, even
though her pussy was now right against my mouth and dripping
wetness into it and she was kissing my dick, I didn't feel like
chewing it off in self defense. When Terry started to lick the
come off my dick, she stopped long enough to ask, "Do you mind if
I clean you up this way? I'm not asking for another session, I
just want to taste it, if that's OK."
"No, that's OK," I mumbled, getting a mouthful of pubic hair. As
she started to lick me up, I decided that cleaning up didn't count
as having sex and licked her pussy up a bit as well. She tasted
very sweet, and I concentrated on her vagina, as I didn't want to
risk this turning into more than just friendly touches. For the
moment, our desires were sated, and in the afterglow of orgasm I
was sure, again, that I didn't want a relationship with my sister
other than a normal family relationship. I moved my tongue very
slowly, looking for the wettest spots to lap up. Terry also
seemed willing to lick me clean slowly. It didn't take more than
a couple of minutes for us to finish this task. It felt very
strange to be thinking about not having sex with my sister, not in
any way, as I smelled and tasted her sweet pussy and felt her
tongue licking me.
"We'll need another shower now," I quietly told Terry, as I
stopped licking her. It wasn't just strange I was having oral
sex with her! I was responding to her doing it to me, and even if
it wasn't yet leading to orgasm, it wouldn't take long. Unless
she stopped, I was going to have a hard time resisting.
"Only a quick rinse. We already cleaned up the messiest parts,"
she answered, laughing. She got up off me, and I got off the bed
as well.
"We really have to go soon. I'll have to get to work."
"I've got to pick up my kid, too."
My sister and I went off into the shower together and just washed
up. Each of us put soap on the other, and we washed each other's
genitals, but this somehow felt relaxing and friendly, not sexual.
I knew that not all intimacy involved sex, and I was glad that we
could be together without jumping on each other. We finished our
quick rinse, then got out, got dressed, and got ready to go to her
house.
On the way home, she told me that we had to stop to get her kid
first. Then she said, "Alex, I think that we shouldn't talk about
last night, or this morning, at all. Not to anyone, not even each
other. I didn't mind being naked with you, but I'm sorry I got
carried away."
"I agree, sis. I didn't plan on this kind of thing happening.
You got carried away last night, and I didn't have a chance to not
get carried away afterward. We didn't really have sex, and it
isn't like we haven't played with ourselves around each other
before. I just thought we had outgrown it. We'll just keep this
day a secret, and not bother anyone about it ever again, OK?"
"That sounds good."
We had a quiet trip to my brother's place and picked up her kid,
then I took them both home. She said thanks, then, almost as an
afterthought, pulled out three hundred dollars and handed it to
me.
"Isn't that a bit much for just a ride over there?"
"It was more than that. I owe you money for other things, anyway,
and besides, you earned it with what you had to put up with."
That was that, for this encounter. We didn't talk about what
happened when we got together with our brother or our parents. It
did have one minor side effect, in that I got out of my dating
slump and found a nice girl, Maribeth, whom I got along well with
at work, but had not asked out. We quickly fell into bed with
each other, and almost as quickly into love. She was very wild
inside, and I felt a closeness with her which even sexy Jeanette
didn't bring. The same kind of closeness I had with Terry.
Though the memory of that night stuck with me for a long time,
filling my dreams and fantasies, I was able to resist doing or
saying anything with Terry which might suggest that there was any
lasting effect from our encounter. We had come so close to
breaking the unwritten agreement between us, our openness about
sex never leading to us making love.
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