Surprise! My Sister is a Stripper

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Surprise! My Sister is a Stripper (Part 1 of 2)
(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 my sister. 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 band
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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